[color=6ecff6]Béatrix[/color]:

As if on cue, the wind picked up and whipped her clothing about as she walked. She deserved more punishment than that… surely the skies would open up and lightening would strike her down. Clearly the goodness in her died alongside Francis, she was nothing more than the French whore Praetor claimed she was.

Shivering. 

Was she shivering? Vampires didn’t feel cold... No, no it was just her phone. Her body was reacting just as spastically as her mind, and she fumbled for the phone. The name flashing on the screen caused her stomach to drop. Guilt gripped her throat like a vice, and she was thankful she didn’t have to physically speak to reply. Electronic words were easy, devoid of emotion and tone. 

[i]On my way, guns blazing.[/i] she replied and then immediately silenced her phone. And her thoughts.

No more distractions. 

Trixy closed her eyes and let out a deep breath before taking off down the streets as fast as she could go without causing a major scene for humans to take notice of.

[color=9e0b0f]Jareth[/color], after some time has passed:

Light danced its way into the darkness as Jareth’s eyelids fluttered open. His body ached and throbbed all over, but most of all his neck. Normally his first thought in this situation would have been: “That bitch!”, but it wasn’t. He actually smiled and gave a breathy laugh. He went to sit up and found himself being violently jerked back onto the pillow. Apparently he was still a bit groggy, as he didn’t even notice that she had handcuffed him to the headboard before leaving.

“Hot…” he mused with a bit of a growl to his voice before yanking his hands forward with enough force to crack the head board. Once freed, he was able to get the cuffs off. He still had a stupid smile on his face, the whole thing was more fun than he expected.

Unbidden, Theo’s words came to his mind: [i]“Do not fall for a whore, Jar! They gather your heart and then leave you!”[/i]