forum The Stranger in the City. (Romance/Crime) (One on One) (Closed, Stalkers Enabled)
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@Elder-God-Jacks347

She stood back and just watched him, completely still. He's actually…really cute. Well, when he's not being a total bitch. Oh my God, get your head in the game, sis!

@Elder-God-Jacks347

(Sorry!)
Right, right, sorry. She shook her head, taking another small step forward. The visions started again. His blood spilled against his skin, on the floor, dripping from his mouth, everywhere.

@Desvelarse pets

Vaughn flinched at that. He didn’t wake up just yet. He had such a high pain tolerance from what he has been through, a small cut didn’t bother him.

@Elder-God-Jacks347

Sue simply smirked, finished her note, and headed out, locking the door behind her.

Note: Alright, I've got a deal for you. You don't turn me in, I don't turn you in. I can get you 30 years without a problem. Who would they believe? The suspected criminal or the seasoned detective? Your choice. By the way, how does it feel to know this was written with your blood?

@Desvelarse pets

Vaughn eventually woke up a few minutes later. He sat up and felt a small pain in his arm. He looked at the dripping cut with a frown before looking at the slip of paper. He snatched it up, jaw clenched as he read it. No. Don’t let her play you, Vaughn. You’re smarter, the whispers hissed. He got up quickly, tugging his pants and belt back on. He stuffed the slip into the waistband of his pants.

@Elder-God-Jacks347

She was a murderer at heart, only becoming a detective to find her sister's killer. "It's a shame, we really could've gotten along if he wasn't such a bitch." She slipped through the alleys, dragging her knife along the walls.

@Desvelarse pets

Vaughn walked to the door and turned the knob. But it faltered, locked. He breathed out sharply. She obviously wasn’t there. He went into her bedroom, beginning to seach through her vanity area.

@Desvelarse pets

Vaughn found what he was looking for. A small bobby pin. He left her room and walked into her kitchen. He grabbed her pills for schizophrenia and stared at them for a long moment. But the whispers gave him advice, so he decided not to take any.