@southern-belle-outcasts sent: Meet + random Rogue/Sylvie
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23. the side of the highway
She walked at a languid pace, in no real hurry to get anywhere. She swayed as she walked, as if drunk--and maybe she was a little. She’d consumed a pretty powerful cocktail, after all. The drugs in his system had been pretty fresh. The alcohol too. It went straight to Sylvie’s head.
It was one thing, to play the victim to lure men in so she could feed on them--it was another when they got the upper hand, when she let it go a little too far.
He’d gotten as far as strangling her before she ripped his throat out with her teeth and feasted on his hot blood. It was only after she’d drank that she realized how high he’d been. Of course he had to be, to think he could brutalize her.
There was something about preying on the predators that always made her feel better about herself. She hated when they tried to kill her, but the pattern of bruises on her dark throat would fade in no time.
She left his car running, with him inside, sprawled out dead across the front seat. They’d find him by morning, probably, if they bothered to search the woods off the highway. Sylvie didn’t care. She was flying high, feeling good.
When she saw the car’s headlights rounding the bend, she edged over further onto the shoulder--and then on impulse stuck out her thumb. She hadn’t hitch-hiked in years. And why not? It seemed a good night for it.
