Post by Kendra on May 9, 2009 8:44:47 GMT -8
At about two o'clock in the morning, police brought in a striking woman who fought tooth-and-nail (or so it seemed) before finally being placed in her jail cell. She had been at a bar, drinking for most of the night, and had gotten in a fight with someone. Or so it seemed…
From what the police could tell, it was simply a fight between two women over a man. In reality, Kendra had done everything short of rip a Witch to shreds, and had only stopped because she grew bored with the fight. The fiery vampiress was known for her quick temper and haughty ways; she was like a cat who got bored while playing with a string, leaving it barely threaded together. The jail part was simply for the fun of it—oh how Kendra loved to terrify the humans.
As it was, there was some blood splattered on Kendra’s lovely white top, which left her perfectly sculpted stomach showing; the police men could barely keep their eyes off it. At any moment through the whole evening, the Ancient could have simply thought herself anywhere else and escaped, but it was always fun to get a good laugh out of the situation. The blood made Kendra’s mouth water—it was the Witch’s blood, and smelled almost like a humans, which was giving her quite a craving. Not yet, Kendra, dear… she thought to herself as she sat in her cell.
The men were still getting everything settled with signing her in, but had placed her in her cell to keep her from lashing out; of course, a little cell couldn’t hold her, but they didn’t know that. As it was, Kendra was having a lovely night in, a tigress waiting to pounce at the perfect moment.
From what the police could tell, it was simply a fight between two women over a man. In reality, Kendra had done everything short of rip a Witch to shreds, and had only stopped because she grew bored with the fight. The fiery vampiress was known for her quick temper and haughty ways; she was like a cat who got bored while playing with a string, leaving it barely threaded together. The jail part was simply for the fun of it—oh how Kendra loved to terrify the humans.
As it was, there was some blood splattered on Kendra’s lovely white top, which left her perfectly sculpted stomach showing; the police men could barely keep their eyes off it. At any moment through the whole evening, the Ancient could have simply thought herself anywhere else and escaped, but it was always fun to get a good laugh out of the situation. The blood made Kendra’s mouth water—it was the Witch’s blood, and smelled almost like a humans, which was giving her quite a craving. Not yet, Kendra, dear… she thought to herself as she sat in her cell.
The men were still getting everything settled with signing her in, but had placed her in her cell to keep her from lashing out; of course, a little cell couldn’t hold her, but they didn’t know that. As it was, Kendra was having a lovely night in, a tigress waiting to pounce at the perfect moment.
