The hum of a car engine fizzled through her fingers, traveling up her wrists to wrap around her arms and seep deep into her bones. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened, bone visible through her pale, though slightly tanned skin. The black cover of night hung up in the sky above her, street lights leading her to her destination, as if they were calling her home to sea. Sea, see. To see Brendon McCallister; Bren, her boy, her best friend, her sailer. Bren whom, she had, unfortunately, not seen in much too long.
The wedding had been a whirlwind; she and Romeo had been whisked away to Russia, Italy, then France. Fiji, finally, where he had taken her life and given her the gift of immortality. A hybrid, both wolf and vampire. She was not who she used to be, in ability. Though, as a person, she was still the same Crys her friends knew. The same Crys that Bren knew. With a grin, she ran her tongue over her pointed teeth. Her big bad wolf was, as she had figured, also the same old soul she had always known. The Devil's Boot? He knew them both too well.
Prior to leaving, she had kissed her Romeo promptly, followed by their League of Extraordinary Animals. Chubs, their Beagle, and Ink, their rotty; the children they were both happiest with right now. No plans for actual children at the moment for them. When she wished to see a child, Brendon and Kale's Abigail was right around the corner. From what she had understood, the two of them had slipped into a relationship and fatherhood together well and quickly. She'd always had a hunch they would.
Outside of the bar, she parked, and swung out with a light chuckle. From her pocket she pulled out a pack of Lucky Strikes, lighting up a smoke with her free hand whilst she swaggered up to the door; combat boots like bullets on the pavement. She nudged the doors open and stepped through them, engulfed in the dull golden glow of the bar. Her brown eyes glanced around a moment and stopped when they'd found their target. Tall, dark, and handsome; there he was, her best friend. With a cigarette smile and approached him from the side, leaning against his chosen pool table with a smirk.
"Ain't it lucky seein' you here," she drawled.
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