Standing Apart [Open!]

[Spottedshadow]

The delicate features stood out terribly in the grimy Farmer's Market. Annabel knew she was out of place. Her asymmetrical black dress clung to her flatteringly and her suede pump's heels clicked off the ground quietly. But worst of all was the hat placed atop her head. The gray veiled hat perched on her head gracefully. She looked like she had money, a lot of money, and people with money weren't hanging about the Farmer's Market. Frankly, Annabel was too lazy to hunt for her dinner tonight as was hoping to come across some fresh beef or pork.

All the people squirmed around her. Most werewolves didn't have issues being around humans, but Annabel still hadn't quite tamed the beast in her head. It still spoke to her. Plus the white wolf ears never went away, thus explaining the hat. Annabel held her chin up and continued to search, but as she got hungrier and hungrier, the animal inside her became more and more unruly.

Look at all the fragile bodies, the sweet voice slurred in her mind. It would be so much easier to take one of those instead of searching high and low for some already slaughtered beef.

[/i] Annabel had to nod slightly. The voice was making sense. No! she shouted at it. Leave me alone, I won't kill the people!![/i] Annabel didn't even have her weapons with her. If she wanted to kill them she'd have to change her form and take them. That went against the Night World laws...[/color][/blockquote]

Word Count;; 309
Muse;; Been better, been lots better...
Outfit;; Clicks!
Tags;; Open![/size]

[Seali]

The large, jet black wolf stood where trees met a wide open field. This was the end of his property. The real world, as he saw it. His breath came out in puffs of steam, billowing into the frosty air at a high speed. Golden eyes surveyed the scene cautiously as he crept into the snow-laden field, staying low. He felt uncomfortably visible, and vulnerable. His weapon was at home, just inside the front door. He had planned to simply hunt and go back, yet instinct had led him to where he stood now- there seemed a high concentration of non-humans in the area, so his senses told him. There was, admittedly, always some werewolves in the countryside, but you could never be too careful. Lamia wandering around the premises wouldn't do at all.

Vincent stayed around the outskirts of the small town, the delicious aromas of meat coming from the farmer's market didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He was there to patrol. No more, no less. The lust for blood that haunted him plagued his stomach, urging him to go back and hunt, but he ignored it with what could have been described as ease. 'An Alpha has to control his hunger.' A small but persistent voice echoed around his head. That was his human form speaking, urging him not to waver from his task. Depending on his mood, he would either pay heed to it or blatantly ignore it. He was feeling particularly proud of his position, and listened. That is, until he caught sight of the girl that walked not too far away from where he stood.

Her sheer beauty made his breath quicken, and he felt a huge sense of relief upon scenting the fact that yes, she was one of his kind. Would she know who he was? He made the hasty decision to pelt into a foreboding alleyway that veered off of the main road, and, seeing that no one had taken him for anything other than a stray dog, changed to his human form. He wore a smart suit and tie, and his hair was combed neatly. Taking a deep breath, he walked casually back onto the main road, the bustle of the farmer's market quickly enveloping him. Not a minute had passed before he strolled near to the girl, and, unaware of what he might be getting himself into, decided to interact.

"Hey there." He now was less than a metre away from her, and could feel beads of sweat starting to run through his hair. Why was it that he was so attracted to the her?

Muse- It doesn't seem to flow...
Tags- Annabel
Words- 451

[Spottedshadow]

Annabel whipped around to face the person behind her. Her deep blue eyes darkened with the threat and possibility of her having to fight. Weaponless, she'd somehow have to drive the human into an alley, change, then kill him. Annabel was still discerning how to do this when the sweet, sumptuous voice in her head cooed to her. Darling, use your senses, he's another wolf, the wolf within scolded. Annabel dropped her gaze to the ground. She flushed viciously, but luckily the brim of her hat covered the evidence. Ooh, and not just any old wolf, the wolf continued. An alpha wolf.

Annabel could see that her wolf was right, as it usually was. This guy held himself in a way that she'd only seen in animals and people of power. She began to tremble. Annabel felt that she should not be here talking to him on the streets like this, it was improper. At least she was dressed nicely... She tilted her gaze back to meet his. He was tall, that was for sure. Annabel, standing shortly at 5 feet, most people looked tall. But he gave a new meaning to the expression "tall, dark, and hansom."

Strong too, I'd bet, Annabel thought. Alphas were Alphas for a reason, they were of a certain kind of blood and genetics and therefore very strong. Yet, Annabel knew she should be terrified of this royal wolf, but she found that all she wanted to do was run her fingers through his hair. The dark locks looked soft and they fell almost perfectly into his eyes. Annabel knew that she should say something, but she couldn't find the air to say anything. His penetrating blue gaze seemed to freeze her from the inside out.

Say something you bloody idiot, or I'll do it for you, growled the annoyed tone of her inner wolf. No! Don't you even dare touch him, Annabel retorted with more anger then she expected. "Hel-," Annabel began. However, she broke off when a young boy crashed his skateboard into a food stand. The farmer began to holler and cuss at the boy, the fruit rolled across the dusty ground. Annabel, already on edge from her wolf, jumped about 10 feet in the air when one of the fruits hit her foot. Well, maybe not 10 feet, but still. She turned her head over her shoulder just in time to see the fleeing boy running away.

As he ran past, his skateboard collided with Annabel's back. He didn't even apologize. Annabel's navy eyes turned to panic as she suddenly realized, that on her dramatic heels, that she was falling. She reached out with instinct. One of her hands connected with the guy in front of her's arm and the other managed to grasp his tie. Annabel was trembling. She hated the feeling of falling, she considered it her biggest fear. She looked up at the tall guy. "Sorry, the kid...." she said, breaking off with a shake of her head.

Word Count;; 552
Muse;; Hehe, fantastic!!!!
Tags;; Vincent

[Seali]

A flicker of doubt crossed his features as he saw the surprised, almost vicious manner in which she turned around, though hardly a heartbeat passed before his gentle, alluring smile returned. It seemed that he had startled her, nothing more. For moment the uncomfortable feeling that she was, in fact, a vampire of sorts and that he had been mistaken had taken over his common sense, but he saw that there was no need to panic. Instead, he took the moment to take a step closer, aware of the confused stares that he was receiving but honestly not caring.

He could almost feel her trembling from where he stood, and had the sudden impulse to hold her lithe, graceful form in his arms. This was not something that he usually had the wish to do upon meeting someone. She was different. His hand moved from it's current position a subtle amount, and he could feel his heartbeat quicken. Did the girl feel it too? He hardly knew her name, and yet lust had already enveloped his common sense. The two pairs of blue eyes met, and he held the look eagerly, drinking in her features. For all he cared, they could simply gaze at each other forever. Of course, she probably wished to introduce herself, or return the greeting, whatever people normally did. Having not had much contact with others, he hadn't been greeted with anything other than a terse shake of the hand, as those who wanted to meet him meant business.

_"Hel-,"
He drew in a sharp breath, wincing slightly. The fruit stand was completely ruined, and the owner wasn't going to calm down for some time. He opened his mouth to suggest that they continued their interactions somewhere else, somewhere quieter, but didn't get a chance to spit the words out before, in a matter of seconds, a piece of fruit had startled the girl, a skateboard made contact with her back, and she was falling. It seemed to happen in slow motion. Her hands flailed in the air for a moment, before latching onto his sleeve and tie. His upper body was jerked downwards in a manner that wasn't exactly unpleasant, and before he knew it his own hand was placed firmly on her bare arm, supporting them both.

It was quite the shock to feel the jolt of energy run up through his body and into his mind, only increasing the dreamy, passionate state that he was traveling into. He wasn't delirious enough, however, not to make the connection between what had just happened and his feelings for her. 'Soulmates.' The word surfaced in his expansive vocabulary like an old, dusty book that hadn't been touched for years. It had never occured to him that he would ever actually meet the one person in the world that he would share such a bond with. It was unlikely that they would have been on the same land mass, let alone wandering around in the same farmer's market.

Muse- Pretty good, has been better.
Tags- Annabel
Words- 522

[Spottedshadow]

Annabel would have simply relaxed into this strangers arm, she felt utterly comfortable. However, as his hand touched her arm, electricity shot up it. It filled her mind with thoughts of peace and tranquility. Annabel could feel herself draw closer, but the electricity was rather painful to her. She jerked away, falling downright to the ground. She landed with a Thump! and dust circled around her. She looked like an utter fool. Good, now enough of that mushy crap, and finished him off, the wolf cooed soothingly. Annabel felt as though she had not choice. Run, darling, he'll follow. Look at his face, his rather taken by you.

[/i]

Annabel teetered to her feet. She wouldn't be able to run fast enough in the ridiculous shoes. Slipping her delicate feet out of the dramatically black shoes, Annabel took of at a full sprint for the nearest alley. There were a few gang bangers back there, but the crazed, animal look that rested soundly in Annabel's eyes told them she was dangerous. They walked away, hands on the front of their pants. Probably preparing to shoot me... Not that it'll do much good, bullets these days are made of steel... Annabel shivered at the thought of silver. Unfortunately, she did not have her weapons. She turned back to look at the strange, shocking boy. Well, boy is an understatement... Annabel thought with a dreamy look passing into her eyes.

Cut the gush, and get ready, her wolf snapped. Annabel nodded. Her flesh began to ripple. She dropped her hands to the ground as the grew larger and her nails sharper. Her snout elongated, and her brown hair turned white and began to cover her entire body. Her legs became more powerful and her feet became the size of her front paws, with roughly the same length of nails. A long white appendage grew from her spine. Annabel was hardly in control of herself anymore. The giant beast shook it's white head, the hat went scattering revealing the reason for it. To hide her ears that never seemed to vanish.

She felt whole. Her spine felt just long enough and not cramped like it did usually. The white wolf darted for the shadows behind a dumpster. The rare black markings on her face acted just like the shadows. Annabel was practically invisible. The only thing visible was her pure white tail and her piercing blue eyes.

(Sorry for the powerplay, but I assumed that Vincent would follow...)
As the other werewolf came into sight, Annabel rocked back on her hind-quarters. She hesitated a moment more, allowing him to move a little closer, then she sprung. The solid white mass careened into the person. I can't wait to feel our claws in his flesh, her inner voice cried. I couldn't agree more, Annabel responded with a wolf-like grin. She slashed the sharp claws at his chest, missing the flesh on purpose. She only simply tore the suit. Why didn't you hit him? It would have been easy... her voice scolded. I can't do it... Something is stopping me... Annabel responded.

She couldn't harm this man anymore. She leaped off of him and strode to the shadows that she first hid. Annabel's back paws elongated and the nails shrunk. The muscles became smaller, yet still as strong, and pulled lithe along the lengths of her legs and torso. Her front paws formed hands and she lifted them from the ground. The long snout folded up into a human shape. Her hair grew back to it's original length and darkened back to brown. The white tail folded back into her spine. Annabel felt compressed. After the transformation, her ears still remained, white against brown. Annabel emerged, her ears twitched at the slightest sounds around her. She grabbed her hat off the ground and slipped it on her head.

Annabel walked over to the person she'd crashed into and held out her hand. Stop! Why are you being kind?[/i] the wolf screamed at her. Because, I don't want and can't hurt him... Annabel replied, her voice even. This was the first time she'd been able to suppress a full blown wolf attack when she was already in wolf form. "Sorry," Annabel muttered sheepishly and looked at her feet.[/color][/blockquote]

Word Count;; 806
Muse;; Wow... Amazing!!! Check that one out!! Only took 20 minutes too...
Notes;; I do apologize for the powerplay! I hope I am forgiven...
Tags;; Vincent, Gang Banger[/size]

[Seali]

'Don't jump to conclusions like that!'
But a few seconds had passed, and she had vanished in a cloud of eye-stinging dust. "Damn fool." His regretful mutter was directed towards himself, as he pictured what would happen next. He would follow her into that, dark, foreboding alleyway. The dark gleam in her eyes that he had caught just before she left had left a deep imprint in his mind. No doubt she planned to attack him. However, the passion that he had felt hadn't quite filtered out of his mind as an unknown force pulled him away in the direction that she had gone, and before he knew it he was standing on the damp, well-worn cobblestone of the shadowy street, staring straight at a pair of hungry blue eyes.

He didn't have time to get a word in edgeways before the muscular white form shot towards him, knocking him completely off balance. His long arms grasped around for something to hold onto but found nothing, and he crashed unceremoniously to the ground. Of course, he felt next to nothing as she made an attempt to rip his guts out, and her weight wasn't that much of a burden. His training had made him, as the girl had assumed, very strong. The only thing that bothered him was the fact that the wolf's claws had ripped cleanly through his shirt, and the cool, damp air was uncomfortably tangible to his chest.

Changing form would have been sensible if the attack had been continued, but since it wasn't he simply stayed how he was. Would she return? Now that she had seen that she couldn't harm him- that they couldn't harm each other- what incentive would she have to do so? His heart skipped a beat as she emerged from behind the grimy dumpster, though his expression remained emotionless. What was she going to do now, pull out a silver dagger and attempt to pierce him with it?

It surprised him when she held out her hand, presumably for him to take, and said that she was sorry. He didn't even consider actually taking her offer, it would only cause another jolt of electricity that apparently bothered her. Besides, it wasn't like he couldn't get up himself. Though dirty, he wasn't hurt in the slightest. He clambered swiftly to his feet, leaving her hand in the air. "And people call me moody..." Her actions bewildered him. For a moment he simply looked at her with slightly arched eyebrows, thoroughly puzzled.

"Your thought process escapes me, but... it's alright, I suppose." He was all too aware of his appearance, and wanted badly to change form. This wouldn't be a wise choice, however, as humans were undoubtable watching them from the shadows, guns held loosely at their sides in amazement. Heaving a sigh, he leant against the cold brick wall that marked the edge of the street, awaiting the werewolf's reaction warily. He almost expected her to change form again and attack, and as the thought entered his mind he could feel his muscles grow tense. It wasn't as if he was afraid- even if she could hurt him he could easily defend himself. However, the manner in which she had shifted from being perfectly amicable to bloodthirsty disturbed him.

Despite all this, he found that the lust that he had felt just minutes ago was returning, seeping into his mind slowly and steadily. It seemed that the more he drunk in her form, the more the feeling returned. Unlike he had done before, however, he stayed where he was, somewhat hesitant to make contact with the girl again.

Muse- Good! I'm pleased with this post.
Tags- Annabel
Words- 639
Notes- Well, I would have appreciated the chance to have him change form too, but it's okay.

[Spottedshadow]

Annabel sighed with distress. She felt like she'd ruined absolutely everything that she'd felt before her wolf took over. Annabel hated it. She was utterly at the mercy of her wolf. Especially with the moon growing fuller by the minute. Annabel would need to be somewhere where she would not harm anybody. Why not? Their flimsy flesh would be easy to penetrate,

[/i] the wolf soothed. Annabel started to agree, but all it took was a simple look into the blue eyes in front of her to snap her out of it. Perhaps I can control myself with him around... she thought.

Annabel, merely being compulsive, took a step closer to the strange man. She didn't even know his name, yet here she was desiring to be nearer. Annabel gingerly laid a hand on the shirt that she tore. She didn't see or smell any blood. "I didn't hurt you did I?" she asked. Annabel cringed as her delicate fingers slid through the slits. Though not on purpose, Annabel felt the electric pulse shoot up her arm. This time it wasn't just pain. It seemed to affect her mind. Annabel felt all control of her muscles disappear.

She was falling. The ground growing nearer by the second. Yet the only thing that Annabel could think of was: this is the third time I've fallen in front of him.... When she was about to hit the ground, Annabel regained control of her muscles. She caught herself from the full fall. She stood back up. The cold, icy ground seeped into her body by her bare feet and cool her fiery wolf body. Annabel shivered. "Um, do you think you could spare me for a moment? I would like to get some warmer clothes on..." she said. Gooseflesh appeared on her arm.

Annabel wanted to turn on her heel and walk away, but some force locked her feet in place. She inched a little closer again. "Perhaps you'd like to come with me, then we could go for a walk in the woods of something... There will be less people for me to hurt," Annabel explained. I assume that he'll gladly go, he is rather lusting after you,[/i] her voice sounded angrily. Really? Annabel responded with amazement. Why on earth would such a good looking werewolf want to do with an unstable girl such as herself...

"Not my thought process, but my wolf's thought process," Annabel explained. She'd never told anyone about her lack of stability and that her wolf had a mind of it's own. She took off her hat, revealing the white ears protruding from her head. "I'm a bit unstable. My wolf has it's own voice, and she always wants me to harm others. She sounds right most of the time..." Annabel hung her head, her ears folded flat against her head with shame.[/color][/blockquote]

Word Count;; 557
Muse;; Good!
Notes;; I suppose I could've, but I kinda wanted to show that Vincent could calm the wolf within her... I have a feeling that that is rather out of order, sorry...
Tags;; Vincent[/size]

[Seali]

He ceased to take support from the brick wall as she came closer, and he hastened to smooth back his thick, dark hair.Once again he found himself lost in her gaze, feeling quite helpless as she placed a careful hand on his chest. 'What is it about her?' He hardly had time to think about it, though. "No, you... you..." There it was again, the electric shivers ran up his spine, stronger than they had been the last time. He felt his own legs start to give way, but instead of falling he fell back against the cold, hard support of the wall, his eyes closing with the pain that seemed to burn in his skin.

Evidently she felt it too. His pale blue eyes opened just as she was getting up. Both werewolves were now much dirtier than they had been upon entering the alley. 'She's almost more attractive that way...' Vincent immediately turned away from the girl as the thought entered his mind, wishing that he would stop thinking up such thoughts... they made him want to--

He had no idea how it happened, perhaps it was her intense gaze that caused it. Merely seconds passed and his lips were impossibly close to her own, his hands traveling downwards towards her waist. He caught himself abruptly, so abruptly, in fact, that his hastily withdrawn head launched backwards into the bricks behind him, and the world spun around him for what seemed like eternity for a few seconds, before he regained the ability to speak. "Sorry!" He was breathing heavily, dreading her reaction. "I lost whatever self-control I had, I'm sorry- I mean, I apologize." 'Redundant, much?' Jeez, what would she think of him now?

He took advantage of her next words perhaps a bit too eagerly. "A walk would be great." A weak smile flickered at the corners of his mouth, fading at her next words. He knew that many werewolve's wolf form was more aggressive than their human form, but he had never known that it could go so far as to jeopardize their conscience. He was unsure of how to tell her that, at the moment, he didn't care in the slightest, so decided not to make that impression- most likely she already thought of him as reckless. There was no need to increase that feeling.

"That's nothing to be ashamed of." There, that seemed like a decent start. He reached down to brush a lock of her thick, shiny hair out of her eyes. "The way that you controlled yourself just now was impressive. You could do it again if you wanted to, it just takes practice." He was fairly sure that he was correct- according to his father, anything could be accomplished with practice. "...And don't think, for even a second, that I'm going to judge you because of that- I'm sorry If I seemed harsh back then." His smile returned, more confident than it had been beforehand. Hopefully she wouldn't be too shocked by the sudden move that he had made- he himself had been surprised.

Muse- Still going strong!
Tags- Annabel
Words- 547

[Spottedshadow]

Annabel felt a bit better. She could see that he'd almost fallen as well, there was just a wall there to catch him. Annabel's elegant black dress was now brown and dusty. Her bare feet were turning red in the cold. Thankfully, Annabel had just "moved in" to. The apartment wasn't much. It was really only the up-stairs of the local drug store and Annabel could hear chatter almost day-in and day-out, but it was a place that she was able to call her own.

Annabel was about to turn and walk to her house, when suddenly the stranger was very close. His hands seemed to move toward her waist. Annabel felt as though her breath was stolen from her lungs. She couldn't breathe, nor could she draw a new breath. His smooth skinned face was very close to her own. Annabel tried to remain calm, but her heart was thudding rapidly. Her eye lids became droppy and relaxed. Instinct, the human ones, came to Annabel then. Her lips parted slightly. She was about to melt in the kiss that was soon to unfold, when the sound of cracking bricks reached her ears.

Annabel snapped her eyes open. Then the man was stammering, uttering apologies that weren't needed. Annabel didn't feel he needed to be forgiven. The connection that she knew that he felt were present in her own mind. I think he's just playing you, the wolf snarled. I won't, I can't believe you! Annabel retorted. But he is. I know that Night people in power just toy with averages like you. He's just having some fun.

[/i] No, Annabel's own voice came back a whisper. She didn't want to believe it, but that voice made so much sense.

The chill reached her arms again, reminding Annabel why she wanted to walk. She wanted to hit her house and change into warmer clothes. "There's everything to be ashamed of," Annabel said in a quiet voice. "I've killed. Needlessly. I tried to attack you. All simply because I cannot control the animal inside me." Annabel tried to ignore the fact that he brushed her hair out of her face, a gesture that Annabel considered one of affection. She tentatively reached a hand to the veiled hat atop her head. She pulled it off slowly. The white ears revealed themselves quickly among her dark hair. "I can't even appear human without a hat. They never go away..." Never share your secrets with a stranger,[/i] the wolf snarled. He's not a stranger. I feel like I've known him my whole life... Annabel responded with a dreamy state. She seemed to be in more control of wolf then ever. It must be this man.

Annabel smiled sheepishly in response to his smile. "Not harsh. I wouldn't blame you for being defensive in the presence of such an unstable creature..." Annabel walked the couple of blocks. "Just a sec," she said to the dark haired stranger. "I'm gonna change into something warmer." Annabel ran up the narrow stairs. I wouldn't put it past the creep to follow you and kill you. Shut up, if he wanted to kill me, he would've done so in the alley.

Annabel whipped through her drawers. Selecting her white t-shirt with the false bow, and a pair of ripped jeans. She slipped the asymmetrical strap of the black dress over her shoulder and let the fabric fall to her feet. Annabel stepped out of the fabric and slipped on her jeans. It was then that Annabel realized that she was standing apart from the stranger, who was only a stair case away, standing in nothing but jeans and her bra. Annabel became jumpy then. Every sound caused her jump and dropped the white shirt that she was attempting to put on.[/color][/blockquote]

Word Count;; 723
Muse;; Awesomely Amazing!!
Outfit;; New, Clicks!
Tags;; Vincent[/size]

[Seali]

His gaze , for once, focused on a cobblestone instead of the girl before him, hardly feeling the bump that was slowly emerging from under his skin. He wasn't very proficient in the advances department when it came to flirting- could their interactions even be classified with that word? It wasn't something that he did often. It wasn't something that he had done ever, actually. He was eighteen, and had never once had a relationship. 'She'd be freaked out if you weren't soulmates.' The childish side of his mind taunted him with words that he wouldn't dream of using in a conversation.

Vincent realised, with some embarrassment, that he had been thinking about his age-to-date ratio whilst she had been speaking of something much more important. Granted, it wasn't a subject that he wished to linger on, but he should have listened with more attention- he didn't want to seem absorbed in himself. 'Are you...?' He had never looked at himself in that light before, and it didn't take him long to discard the idea from his mind.

Her words were true, in a way. Killing others without reason was unacceptable, though having a strong wolf instinct was not. This werewolf was different from the middle-aged drones that he was regretfully associated with- she was exciting... someone that he could talk about things that he was interested in with- someone that (hopefully) wouldn't judge him by the brand of tie that he wore to board meetings. "The lives that you've taken can't be helped, but the lives that could still be taken can." He wasn't sure how much sense he was making, but hoped that the words at least sounded decent.

"Don't call yourself an unstable creature." He surprised himself with the suddenness of the statement. "If you're looking to control your wolf, that certainly won't help." 'Maybe you should resign from your position and become a phycologist.' He watched her leave without another word, her absence putting out the fire that had burned it's way into his soul. He felt a spark of envy as she entered her flat, wishing he had one of his own. Instead, he was stuck with the mansion. Having lived in it all his life, he saw no advantages to having forty-seven rooms to deal with every day of the year, most f which he never used. Upkeep alone took at least four hours out of a week. There was always a pipe to fix or a toilet to plunge. Worst of all was the cleaning. No matter how hard he tryed, his home always seemed to be covered in a thick layer of dust.

These thoughts came to an end as he received a very nasty glare from a nearby man who was undoubtably a thief of sorts. Not looking for trouble, he sidled warily out of the alley, back into the bright sunlight. As villagers passed him he received looks of pity, surprise, exasperation, and even disgust. He was not used be being looked down upon, but did his best to ignore those around him.

Presently he heard a series of thumps coming from the girl's flat- there wasn't very good insulation in the buildings in the village. He frowned, wondering if she had run into trouble, or was causing someone else trouble. He heard no voices other than the grumble of the drugstore cashier, but he remained worried. His mind had been trained to be overly cautious, and he always expected the worst of any situation. Part of him wanted to go and see if anything was wrong. He had a strong desire to be involved in any issue that arose in the little town, and he felt his feet drawing him back towards the steps that led to the apartment. Somewhat nervously, he glanced up at a small window just above the stairs, but withdrew his gaze sharply as his amber eyes caught a flash of bare skin. Once again, he had overestimated the situation.

He backed up a few paces, once again entering the bright light of the farmer's market. His heart was beating unnaturally fast, and he felt like a complete ass.

Muse- Excellent!
Tags- Annabel
Words- 729

[Spottedshadow]

Finally able to get the white shirt on herself, Annabel slipped on a jean jacket and preceded to leave her home. Moving carefully down the narrow stairwell, Annabel slunk to the ground level. Her keen navy eyes searched for signs of the strange werewolf. It was curiously interesting how much she felt that she knew the stranger. Odder still was the simple fact that she didn't even know his name....

Perhaps an introduction should be in order... Annabel thought and shut out her wolf's response. It never was that easy before. She felt like she were with someone she'd known since she was a little girl. Like a fairy tale or something.... Gross! Enough with the childhood thoughts, her wolf's voice broke through. The sunlight of the world around her hit her like a brick wall. Annabel winced against the brightness.

After her eyes readjusted, Annabel began to locate the strange werewolf. He was standing not too far off, and Annabel headed directly toward him. She could feel the eyes of the ever-curious store clerks searching her. Everyday... she thought with a begrudging attitude. She almost couldn't stand it. One of these days they were going to jump her, and Annabel would be defenceless. No hun, you'll fight, and you'll kill the pair of them. Just think of how wonderful it will be.

[/i]

No, Annabel thought, resisting the logical conclusion. Annabel the only smart thing was to turn and give the two clerks a death stare, but she kept her blue gaze fixed firmly on the darkly mysterious stranger. She smiled as she realized that it was easier then it seemed, that looking at this oddly shocking man was more tempting then what the logical voice was saying in her head. "Hi," Annabel said, tipping her hat down over her eyes respectfully. "I feel terribly rude, I never mentioned my name, I'm Annabel."[/color][/blockquote]

Word Count;; 359
Muse;; *Cries* Falling off the charts....
Tags;; Vincent[/size]