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"It's been a while since I've done this."

Juliet didn't let the thought escape her mind that the idea of going out to exercise was strange. A vampire, she didn't lose or gain weight. She grew stronger without putting stress on her muscles. Her own body, the original one, had always been lithe and slender, and Cassadee's body was no different. It was a body that she wouldn't have minded sliding her hands along with the other woman underneath her. She supposed the need to stay active had to do with keeping her mind clear. She had used to run all the time before Athena, and she would continue to run after Jamie.

It simply made sense, didn't it?

Life had returned to normal for the mystic, the pain having ebbed away as if it had never existed. There were far and few that she spoke to on the regular - she checked into the minds of Hawthorne members occasionally to make sure no one had died that she cared for, checked on Fleur and hoped that Reanna was doing alright. While she was in the office, the woman checked out the CrowNet to make sure she hadn't missed anything significant. She was antisocial, but she still cared.

Her sneakers pounded on the pavement as she ignored the traffic that surrounded her. There were wolf whistles from college boys that she'd never give the light of day, her gaze lingering on pretty co-eds whom were lingering on the outsides of bars and clubs. It was a Friday night and the last thing on their minds were studying.

It felt nice to let loose. To escape from the four walls of her office and as she heard a few soft laughs, she debated on whether or not to join the club scene. Her green gaze followed after a red head, clutching the hand of a pretty blonde. "It has been a while..." She thought to herself.

It didn't feel like it had been as long as it had since Phoenix had turned her. The night that the fadebeast had come out of nowhere, startling Jules and prompting the woman to see how the sobbing beauty that would become her sire was doing, if she were alright. But, in the time she'd spent in Harper Rock, Juliet felt that times had changed. Humans and vampires mingled freely on most nights, some could tell, others could not. As she noticed a few faces she'd recognized throughout the years as business associates, Juliet wasn't surprised. Some of the men didn't realize they overstepped their boundaries outside of bars, flirting on naive young girls.

But then again, wasn't she doing the same thing, preying on them? Although Juliet was naturally pushing her mid-twenties, Cassadee was closer to thirty. It wasn't something that particularly bothered her, really, as it only made her look more business savvy to partners. The thought was dismissed as she slowed to walk and lifted her hand to pull her hair free. It made her lookout attire look a bit more casual, the woman walking a bit and pausing to look for the cute redhead from earlier. Even if the girl wasn't interested, she was sure she could probably coax one of them to give her a taste, after all, it helped when you were charismatic.

However, as she realized she'd lost track of the redhead, her attention fell to the young woman on the sidewalk. Her curiosity peaked as she could see the fact her heel was tapping, the brunette debating on what to do. In her pocket, a small one big enough to slide her phone into against her hip, the device vibrated obnoxiously against her hip bone. It was likely one of the lawyers she'd been dealing with recently in a lawsuit, but Juliet had no desire to deal with it now. They were perfectly capable of reviewing the tapes with out her, not that she particularly cared to deal with it, ever. A man had broken into Blood Diamonds afterhours, expecting it to be empty of staff.

He had not expected the shotgun pointed at his chest, nor did he expect the trigger to be pulled. "Excessive force." The officer on the scene had commented on the official report after looking at the rocksalt that had been used rather than a lethal round. She could have shown him excessive force with her fists. As she thought about this, Juliet made a face.

The decision to go see the younger girl was made quickly. As she approached, Juliet could tell that she'd been drinking - she could smell it, but at least she didn't smell like she'd downed the entire bar. That was never attractive. The game system dress was cute, something different compared to the other styles that she'd seen girls wear here and there. "You know, if Princess Toad looked like you, I would have killed Bowser ages ago. I'm Juliet, and you are?"

At first, it had always been difficult to hunt. A flash of a smile, a flash of cleavage. Guys fell for it easily enough. They had always liked accents, and she'd been bilingual most of her life. She'd learned Spanish and English at the same time, speaking Spanish at home, and English in school after they'd gone to Texas. It didn't help that her first body had been pretty. She still had pictures of Juliet Crawford, her face having been missing in the mirror for several years now. An eighteen year old girl who had just lost her cousin, April, months prior to an illness she hadn't been able to beat. Now, she was in the body of a thirty-something British chick - not that she was complaining.

Men still liked her accent. Women loved it. But the sound was all wrong to her. Sometimes, it threw her off - that sexy little purr that she didn't recognize was coming out of her mouth. And this, this was one of those times. It sounded strange, but she decided to ignore it. It didn't surprise her when she noticed how nervous the girl was, in fact, she had to resist the smile that curved across her lips. It was hard not to laugh at the blank expression. She was cute. When it took a little longer than she suspected for the girl to realize what was said, her lips twitched a bit at the corners. "Oh this is perfect." Her green eyes moved from the girl in the dress to the entrance of the club nearby, and back.


"Oh definitely not, I've got him beat by about six inches," There was a tilt of her head, "And that won't even count my heels." Oh, that was bad. That was so bad. Juliet tried not to physically cringe - she probably would have punched herself at this point, a mental sigh escaping past her lips. It had been a lot longer than she'd thought. But. At least she was trying, right? To get back on that horse? "It's nice to meet you, Bambi. What brings a cutie like you out here, aren't you afraid of the vampires?" She asked, giving a smile. She could hear her pulse, the nervous laugh. Bambi was adorable.

It never ceased to amuse her, the personalities of people - which, truly, was saying a lot given the fact for a spell, Juliet had two: Cassadee took over on occasion, more prominent traits of the woman taking over when Juliet was in a bad mood. It had been a lot of Cassadee that had aided in Juliet getting over Jamie, escaping that painful place where she'd been for almost two years. Even so, now, Juliet had to force herself not to run her thumb over the area where her engagement ring had sat for so long. The ring had been a constant reminder and eventually, she'd been driven to take her own life.

She still remembered the lack of pain, the fact that the only time she'd felt anything other than numbness had been the constant terror she'd felt in the Shadow Realm. It had been a time to escape. It was there that she'd decided not to date again for a while, to heal. It was better than to sit around and be miserable, really. To heal. But that was then, and this is now. She couldn't help but think she'd need to practice some, the pick up line had been awful, but at least her deliverance hadn't been well, too awkward.

It had been a while, too, since Juliet had cared about the masquerade before it'd fallen. She'd supported her sibling about whether or not he protected it, but she'd always found the idea appealling - perhaps had it been known before April had gotten too ill, her cousin would have survived. She wouldn't have died in that damn hospital bed, scared. April's own parents hadn't desired to leave Mexico, and while Juliet's father had been in Toronto, the ******** hadn't even remotely batted an eye about the death of his niece while his daughter mourned the loss of her best friend.

Hell, the man hadn't even really said anything about the death of his own daughter, when Juliet took over the body of Cassadee Hawkins.

It had been weird, going to her own funeral, too.

As Bambi seemed to think, Juliet simply smiled. Her fangs concealed for the moment as her shadow twisted slightly at the woman's words. She chuckled, "Who said that it has anything to do with being the ultimate predator?" The woman couldn't help but consider it all. At one time, she supposed people were chasing power, that they were looking to run everything and everyone. Humans, vampires. It wasn't her style. "But no, I wouldn't think you would frighten anyone. You'll never know what happens until you're pushed to that level of survival. Animals, vampires. Even human, we're all vicious when cornered."

Juliet hummed. The noise a soft sound before she lifted her shoulders in a gentle shrug, "I was out for a run, actually. Stopped when I saw a few different pretty faces until yours caught my eye." She answered, honestly. "So, in the long run, I suppose so."

The giggle was cute, and the blush was absolutely delicious. Juliet smirked, chuckling quietly as she simply took it all in. She told herself to relax, to let it all come back to her naturally. Don't push anything. When she got nervous, she got awkward - her 'date' as Phoenix had called it, with Ric had proved it. Then again, at that point, she'd also been so hung up over Jamie. The thought of her ex-fiancee had her heart briefly recoiling as she shifted her weight from her left foot to her right. She counted to ten. Hazel eyes looked over the way that Bambi bit her bottom lip, the way her clothes hugged her body.

She was different, alright.

Maybe, though, different was good. It was a sign of change of taste, after all, wasn't it?

"Is something wrong?" She asked as she saw her close her mouth after looking as if she were going to speak. Was she reconsidering things? The question danced behind Juliet's thoughts before she felt her touch. The idea of her staying the night was interesting, her fangs visible briefly as she smirked before they retracted. It wasn't a threatening motion, but a warning to see her reaction. "Well then," Juliet slipped her arm around Bambi's slender waist and gave her a gentle squeeze, "I suppose that's a good thing to hear when going to be with someone, hm?"


Where was a location that was close? Juliet could think of a handful of places - she had several apartments in the area, but the makeshift one in the basement of Divulgences... She'd take her to the boat, but Rice didn't like strangers and the last thing she needed was her not-so-little duckling chasing someone out of the residence. "I know a place not too far away, if you don't mind a few unopened boxes here and there." She gently nudged Bambi in the direction with her hip, a smile crossing her lips.