Supernatural ~ Dead Ringer For Love

[Britwitch]

<<Closed for myself and Bardiche>>

Selena surveyed the alleyway with her charcoal eyes. The alley was everything such places usually are. Dark and damp with unrecognisable items in heaps along the walls. Puddles littered the cracked asphalt and reflected the humming neon lights of the stores out of the sidewalk, bathing the alley in an eerie light. She was waiting, awaiting her prey much as she had for centuries. Her sleek figure blending into the shadows, raven hair and black clothes matching the darkness seamlessly. She would not be seen until she wished to be, even the keenest eyes wold not be able to locate her.

Once seen, however, she was not easily forgotten. Curves that caught the eye and led it higher and higher, over the generous swell of her chest to her face and eyes. It was her eyes that finally ensared her victims. Their black depths would show such passion and hunger, undeniably hunger, enticing them, drawing them closer until they were where she wanted them and then the firey depths grew cold and chilling, as evil as was the task she was bidden to do.

It was a duty she had not asked for but one she had followed dutifully for the length of her existence, although she had of late been questioning the reasons behind doing so. Ever since...no, she stopped herself remembering him, remembering that night when the last of the warmth, the last of the love in her heart had been snatched away. Movement at the alley entrance snapped her head up, causing her eyes to glow in the darkness. It seemed this evening's prey had arrived.

Licking her lips seductively Selena stepped out of the shadows. A long black dress clinging to her frame, emphasising the narrowness of her waist compared to the flair of her hips, the neckline running low across her exposed cleavage. Smiling hungrily her eyes met those of the slightly bemused gentleman who had entered the alleyway to relieve himself.

"Good evening sir...I am a little lost and in need of assistance..." She all but purred, running a finger down from her chin to her chest, dragging across the skin, her smile growing more malicious as she noticed his eyes following it carefully. "Perhaps you could come over here and give me a hand...or perhaps I could give you one..." She winked before stepping back into the shadows. The man almost tripped over his feet in his hurry to follow her, struggling to zip up his fly and tuck himself back in.

Moments later amidst groans and sounds of undeniable pleasure emenating from the shadows, a sudden scream pierced the air. A cry of terror and agony. Shortly afterwards, Selena emerged,
"Another one bites the dust..." She mused with a slight smile curving her lips, heading out of the alleyway and back onto the sidewalk, leaving behind a corpse with his still hard shaft protruding from his pants.

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[Bardiche]

Another dead end. It had been a lot of those in the last two days. Dean Winchester did not like dead ends, not one bit. He only had one day left before another body would be found. If the thing he hunted kept to the schedule and kept killing one victim a week. Three women had been slaughtered in as many weeks. Their eyes and tongues had been removed.

Dean sure missed Sam. He could use his younger brothers wit by now. He could also use the backup. Dean had found the last victim, a young woman named Tara Sanders just as the creature was finished with her. Dean had almost lost his life as the thing escaped. He had put two bullets in the chest of the thing but it just rushed him and sent him flying through the air, straight into a wall. What he saw of it would give a ordinary man nightmares for life. But Dean was not ordinary. He had seen more frightening things than most.

The creature was of average height but probably weighed more than any man alive. It had sickly yellow eyes and the mouth was filled with small razor sharp teeth's. It had grey fur everywhere except on the stomach that was in a pale pink color. The claws had just missed to rip of Deans face as he had ducked just before it rushed him.

Now Dean stood in the back alley where he had believed was the things resting place. He looked up toward the windows of the worn down apartments. He just knew he was on the right track. Was it something he had missed? With a sigh he rub his eyes with the back of his hand. How long since he had slept properly? He was not sure. A week? A month?

He shrug and walk out of the alley to the nearest bar. He make sure they serve food before he even enter it. It is nearly empty he notices and walk over to the bartender. The old man look at him uninterested.

"Yes?"

"Hamburger and fries." Dean orders as he look at the menu. "And a whisky."

He walk over to a table by the window and sit down so he have a clear view of the exit.