//------------------------------// // Red Lipstick // Story: Those Red Eyes // by Dustchu //------------------------------// After having breakfast with the mysterious vampire, Vinyl Scratch. Octavia had found herself at odds on what to do with this entire situation she was involved in. its not everyday you meet a mythological creature and she buys you a delicious breakfast. But what could Octavia do? She couldn't go to the police and tell them a vampire had eviscerated a werewolf in her apartment, for multiple reasons. One: Vinyl had made it clear that Octavia shouldn't do that. Two: The men from earlier had probably cleaned up the body by now, erasing any bit of evidence she could use. Three: Why would she want to possibly imprison or even piss of the one who saved her life? She sighed as she stood outside in the chilly cold air. Her mind was a mess as she tried to figure out what to do now with her time. Knowing there were actual vampires and werewolves out there in the world, who could possibly rip her to shreds just because they were hungry disturbed her and limited what she could do. How was one supposed to live a normal knowing there were deadly human like creatures wandering the world lying in wait, just waiting for someone to pass on by so they could eat them, suck their blood and other ghastly things. She was suddenly more fearful of walking home alone now... Hopefully she wouldn't come across anything that had plans on making her their dinner. She's had enough fun for one day. Walking down the street she decided on heading for home, her small dank apartment building in lower Manehattan. She sighed, bundling up her hands in her jacket's pockets as the chilly wind blew over her like a wave of nipple freezing cold. She did wish she could live in a better place, lower Manehattan was teaming with vagabonds and criminals out for blood and wallets... and now it seems, vampires and werewolves. The latter wanting to eat her for some ungodly reason. Really, why come after me? I'm just an up and coming cellist, I'm not important... at least not yet. She reminded herself, keeping a stiff upper lip as she walked the route home. The roads were covered in snow, people that were out and about kept to themselves amidst the melancholy of the atmosphere within the city. No one played in the snow, no children frolicked in the parks... it was just depressing. To Octavia, such a time like this was meant for having fun, enjoying time with your friends and lovers in front of a warm fire, sipping hot cocoa. But no one was having fun, in fact everyone around her looked as if they would rather be inside as opposed to outside. She couldn't blame them. She felt as miserable as they looked. With a sigh she made her way home, trying her best to ignore the cold biting into her through her rather comfortable warm clothing. Her mind thought back to Vinyl Scratch, the vampire that saved her life. The woman had no real reason to save her life, so why did she other then the fact she had been watching Octavia for twenty years since... since her parent's death? She had no clue, the only reason Vinyl gave was that, Watching her back. Why watch her back? What made Octavia so special as to warrant a blood sucking vigilante? Octavia did not know in the slightest. After a rather short walk, Octavia made it back to her apartment building and walked inside. Heading up the stairs and making her way towards her door, she hesitated, wondering if the men from before were gone. She and Vinyl were only gone an hour or so, so... perhaps they could be done? She opened the door. Once inside, she could smell the faint scent of Fabreeze in the air as she went inside and closed her door. Which she also noticed, had new locks on it and the damage was gone. Putting her purse down on the counterspace, Octavia walked towards her bedroom and, after a hesitant look inside she saw the carpet had been replaced and the body was gone, along with the blood and most of the destroyed furniture. They work fast. Octavia thought to herself as she sighed, taking off her jacket and laying it on the back of her chair as she looked towards her bed. Strangely enough, she saw a folded up note on it. With a raise eyebrow she walked over to it before grabbing it and picking it up, she could smell a faint scent on it. Vinyl didn't wear any perfume Octavia could smell, not that the woman looked the type to wear any to begin with. This smell she picked up was... fruity, something expensive that made her think of a designer perfume. When she opened up the note, she saw a red lipstick print on the bottom right corner of the letter, along with some elegant writing. 'I've been watching you for some time, not unlike the little friend that killed one of my favorite little toys has been doing for... how long has it been? Twenty years I believe, I don't remember, old age and all. But enough about that. I just wanted to let you know that the bloodsucker won't be able to protect you for long... I will get what is mine child, just you wait.' Octavia blinked, her heart suddenly pounding in her chest at the implications of what the note promised. She gulped before sitting down, looking down at the note again and rereading it several times as the smell of the fruity perfume hit her nose. First the werewolf attacked her, then she met a vampire, the same one who saved her life years ago. Now... Now someone was promising death to her. Oh why me? Octavia asked herself, holding her head in her hands. Perhaps she can get some answers tomorrow...