Mary
The door swung open, only to reveal the girl in the white dress, staring at Forest dumbstruck. How did she figure out where he lived? She lied. Did Ryan tell her the room? The girl put her hand on Forest's shoulder, attempting to glance over her shoulder at Ryan.
The girl in the white dress stood behind a bar counter, running her fingers along the splintered wood. Those fingers, forever yearning for the presence of another, something to grasp, only found the cold mug of beer.
"So can I get that refill?"
The girl looked up, only to see a giant of a man, clad in a tight T shirt that wrapped around his buldging biceps. Her gaze traveled up those sculpted arms, around that huge chest and up towards those golden eyes. "Uhh.... yeah sorry..."
"Forget it...." the man said, getting up from his seat and walking towards the door.
The girl clutched the empty mug, ignoring the liquid pouring down the side and sliding onto her soft skin. "Sorry..." she whispered.
Another customer sat down at the counter, looking her in the eye. The man reached into his pocket and whispered, "Guess what? I've got a gun in here." The jet black metal of the barrel flashed softly in the warm light of the bar. But no one else seemed to notice as it sunk back into his jacket. "Now how about we go in the back and you can take care of me."
All of the sudden, a shadow loomed over both of them. It was that man, standing over the one with the gun. "Actually, I think i'll take that beer."
"Excu-"
A hand around the back of his head, the assailants, face twisting up as it anticipated pain. He tried to turn around to aim the gun but he was too slow. With the simple flick of his wrist, the man was tossed through a wall, leaving spider web cracks and a man sized hole in the side of the bar. "Put the price for the wall on him."
Another man came up behind the big man. "Enough. Don't cause a scene here for no reason!"
"Sorry Scott. I just really wanted my beer."
That was the first time they met. Mary still never learned what his job was, other than it was dangerous. He didn't know it at the time, but she was a vampire too damn it! Just because she worked at a bar in another district didn't mean she was a weaker vampire or anything. She could take care of herself! What made this girl so special anyway?