Thread: A Vampire and his Anchor (Niksis & Ms Catailia)

Everything had moved so quickly after she took her phone from him that she barely had time to comprehend what she had seen. He told her not to call and ambulance. She helped him up but when she was about to argue about calling, there was just a blur of him, the air shifting around her and the lingering smell of his cologne. She had heard him say thank you but by the time she managed to blink her eyes rapidly, sturggling to understand what just happened, there was no one there. The alley was empty and quiet and she was suddenly all alone. Her green orbs looked down at the bloody gloves and shine of the bullet on the ground but other than that there was no evidence anyone had been there at all. Bryn was left with an odd sensation, one she could only imagine was abandonment. It was an odd feeling to have for someone she wasn't even quite sure had been there. How many people in the world could just disappear like that? He couldn't possibly been real. Then whose blood did she have on her gloves and where had the bullet come from? She knelt down and carefully grabbed the inside out gloves, using them to pick up the still blood soaked bullet. The blood looked almost as though it was burned into the carved edges of it. If her phone hadn't just played the tune for her five minute alarm, she would have been lost in thought for much longer. Oh no! Quickly she wrapped the gloves around the bullet and stuffed it into her bag. She would never make it on time and the doctor on duty today was always so mean to the nurses. Putting her bag on her shoulder she quickly left the alley but stopped and stared in the direction of the feeling she had had earlier. Nothing was compelling her to go that way any longer. She wondered what that had been, that urge, and if it had anything to do with the man who just disappeared. Maybe she was too tired, working too hard. Maybe it was just a figment of her imagination or she had blacked out. But she remembered the cold feeling of his hand around her wrist and she couldn't help but think there was something more than her involved here. Who was she to believe the impossible couldn't be possible? Bryn had been incredibly distracted at work that night. By the time she got home after her fourteen hour shift she was too exhausted to think about what had happened. With her black curtains drawn, she allowed sleep to take her. She had slept longer than usual since she knew she had the day off. It was near dinnertime by the time she rolled out of bed. She spent until early morning looking things up online and trying to clean the blood off the bullet so she could see the designs easier. Neither came up with any clues and she was beginning to think maybe she had imagined it all after all, maybe the gloves and bullet had been there before and she had just stumbled across it. But none of her theories made sense. The blonde had even gone back to the alley but there were no clues there either. Everything came up empty and she was beginning to feel hopeless. She had done everything she could think of. She had search the recent police reports, she had called the hospitals in the area to check for anyone with a bullet hole that had been admitted, she had search a hundred different ways of describing the bullet. All that ever came up with silver bullets though was vampires and vampire hunters. Not that that theory was anymore farfetched than any of the others she had thought up. She was just wandering now the streets now. It was coming on two am and she was so caught up in her thoughts about the night before that she didn't even notice how late it had become. Another night where the air was awfully warm and the air was thick. She was glad to be wearing navy pleated shorts and a navy and white horizontal striped babydoll t shirt to combat against the warmth of the night. The short length of the shorts and the blue flats she wore made her legs appear longer than the 5'4 petite girl she was. She never paid much mind to her appearance though, her blonde hair somewhat messy as it lay down around her shoulders to her midchest. Her mind was distracted by all the possibilities but the only one she didn't want to entertain was that she had been in shock. Considering she found out her wallet was missing from her shoulder bag before she had gone out this night, she wasn't sure if maybe she had simply wiped the memory from her mind because she had been mugged. Her lack of injuries made it easy to push the thought out of her mind but the missing wallet was hard to ignore.