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Beep beep beep
A small groan escaped the pale, peach toned lips of the young woman on the couch. She rolled over, her hand searching for the incessant noise. Finding the annoying cellphone, Salem threw it across the room, rolling over and snuggling back into the black cushions.
Within minutes, though, her impossibly long lashed eyes flew open, revealing pale, ice blue eyes ringed with a slate grey. Jolting up, she rubbed a hand through her long, ebony tresses and cursed herself.
"First day working, and I sleep in!"
She leapt from the couch, her short, curvaceous body soon bolting through the room in a rush to gather her clothing.
After three years of roaming the country, Salem had returned to her home. It felt more empty without her father... More dangerously looming. Of course... Danger was a part of the deal in her family. She lived as a hunter, a person born into the knowledge of the fact that the monster in your closet was real.
And waiting to rip your throat out.
She had gotten notice of a group of beings in her home town. Incubi. Lethally seductive male monsters who survived off of the sexual energies given off by their partners. Many left a wake of unexplained deaths. Some just confusing waves of people with lowered energies and loss of memories.
The latter seemed to be happening here.
Skylar Trovinsky walked out to her car, her four inch stilettos adding to her 5'4" height. She leaned down to unlock the door of the charger, her generous hips snug in her dark jeans. Sitting in and turning the car on, she pulled out and drove off to her cover job. A bartender at a popular bar. Angel's sin.
Stepping inside, she greeted the owner with a smile, showing off her straight, white teeth. "Made it," she called out, sidling around the bar towards the place she needed to be. He grinned and nodded.
Straightening her blood red halter top, Salem gave a watchful eye over the crowd. It was nine at night, and her night shifts fit perfectly with her sleeping schedule. And the creature who stalked her town.
A small groan escaped the pale, peach toned lips of the young woman on the couch. She rolled over, her hand searching for the incessant noise. Finding the annoying cellphone, Salem threw it across the room, rolling over and snuggling back into the black cushions.
Within minutes, though, her impossibly long lashed eyes flew open, revealing pale, ice blue eyes ringed with a slate grey. Jolting up, she rubbed a hand through her long, ebony tresses and cursed herself.
"First day working, and I sleep in!"
She leapt from the couch, her short, curvaceous body soon bolting through the room in a rush to gather her clothing.
After three years of roaming the country, Salem had returned to her home. It felt more empty without her father... More dangerously looming. Of course... Danger was a part of the deal in her family. She lived as a hunter, a person born into the knowledge of the fact that the monster in your closet was real.
And waiting to rip your throat out.
She had gotten notice of a group of beings in her home town. Incubi. Lethally seductive male monsters who survived off of the sexual energies given off by their partners. Many left a wake of unexplained deaths. Some just confusing waves of people with lowered energies and loss of memories.
The latter seemed to be happening here.
Skylar Trovinsky walked out to her car, her four inch stilettos adding to her 5'4" height. She leaned down to unlock the door of the charger, her generous hips snug in her dark jeans. Sitting in and turning the car on, she pulled out and drove off to her cover job. A bartender at a popular bar. Angel's sin.
Stepping inside, she greeted the owner with a smile, showing off her straight, white teeth. "Made it," she called out, sidling around the bar towards the place she needed to be. He grinned and nodded.
Straightening her blood red halter top, Salem gave a watchful eye over the crowd. It was nine at night, and her night shifts fit perfectly with her sleeping schedule. And the creature who stalked her town.
