It was dark. The sky was clouded over, causing darkness to fall more soundly across the path from the Inn to the Fordyce Estates. Both sets of footsteps were lost on the wind.
Her head was beginning to spin again, causing the world around her to swerve, sway and blur while she trudged up the last few steps to the Estates. She fumbled in her trench for her keys, the first set produced and she tried to open the lock much to her dismay it didn't work. "Dammit." That set of keys quickly and clumsily deposited into a different pocket of her trench while she fished for another set.
She was out of it enough to not even realize she was being watched. He stood in the shadows not three feet from the main door to the Estates. He'd followed her all the way here from the Inn, containing his own fits of laughter, watching the fearless Rogue in her slightly drunken stupor. He could smell her, she smelled of summer's rain and of course, the booze he'd only imagined she'd consumed in the Inn that night.
Second set of keys finally fished out from her trench and she attempted to unlock the doors once more, muttering under her breath. She wanted to yelp with glee hearing the locks turn and she stumbled inside the foyer, the keys she'd been gripping dropped to the hardwood floor and slid forward a bit. She was to focused on getting up the stairs and into a bath, that she didn't even realize the door hadn't closed with the right timing of only her entrance. She fumbled and swayed her way up the stairs.
Careless, how could she be so careless? He stayed in the shadows her body cast while it moved up the stairs, matched his own steps with her drunken ones.
Thankfully the worst of it all was hitting her now. She couldn't decide if it was mixing the Jose and the Badsiders or if it were the amount she'd drank? Couldn'ta been the amount, she put away more beers than that on a daily basis...had to have been mixing almost a full bottle of Jose with the Badsiders. "Shit!" To much rationalizing after that much drinking and no sleep, she tripped over the last step and stumbled, near falling when she caught herself against the wall. She eyed the hallway that her bedroom stood at the end of .. it was so far away, mebbe if she shed her clothes on the way it'd save some time. Pushing off the wall she stood as best as she could and started to shrug out of the trench as she kept on her way to the bedroom door, leaving her trench in her wake.
Stupid girl, I could kill her now. Take her now and do what I wished with her. Would she even fight? Did she even have it in her if her life depended on it to fight for her life?
Stopping a minute to lean against the wall, wobbily leg prop against it as she unlaced each boot in turn and kicked them off, socks were next as she continued down the hall leaving a trail of clothing.
He kept to the shadows in the hall way, though there were fewer as the hallway seemed well lit, but there were enough coves and open doors he could hide in if she turned. He hadn't seen the boot and tripped over it, knocking into a table and quickly ducked into an open door.
She turned and squinted. Had she heard something behind her? Mebbe it was just when she'd tossed her boot to the side. She didn't see anything. Shaking her head she continued down the hall, carefully lifting her tank off and then discarding her strapless bra onto the hall's floor. "Almost there Chey, keep going." She eyed the door...just a coupla feet left.
Her head was beginning to spin again, causing the world around her to swerve, sway and blur while she trudged up the last few steps to the Estates. She fumbled in her trench for her keys, the first set produced and she tried to open the lock much to her dismay it didn't work. "Dammit." That set of keys quickly and clumsily deposited into a different pocket of her trench while she fished for another set.
She was out of it enough to not even realize she was being watched. He stood in the shadows not three feet from the main door to the Estates. He'd followed her all the way here from the Inn, containing his own fits of laughter, watching the fearless Rogue in her slightly drunken stupor. He could smell her, she smelled of summer's rain and of course, the booze he'd only imagined she'd consumed in the Inn that night.
Second set of keys finally fished out from her trench and she attempted to unlock the doors once more, muttering under her breath. She wanted to yelp with glee hearing the locks turn and she stumbled inside the foyer, the keys she'd been gripping dropped to the hardwood floor and slid forward a bit. She was to focused on getting up the stairs and into a bath, that she didn't even realize the door hadn't closed with the right timing of only her entrance. She fumbled and swayed her way up the stairs.
Careless, how could she be so careless? He stayed in the shadows her body cast while it moved up the stairs, matched his own steps with her drunken ones.
Thankfully the worst of it all was hitting her now. She couldn't decide if it was mixing the Jose and the Badsiders or if it were the amount she'd drank? Couldn'ta been the amount, she put away more beers than that on a daily basis...had to have been mixing almost a full bottle of Jose with the Badsiders. "Shit!" To much rationalizing after that much drinking and no sleep, she tripped over the last step and stumbled, near falling when she caught herself against the wall. She eyed the hallway that her bedroom stood at the end of .. it was so far away, mebbe if she shed her clothes on the way it'd save some time. Pushing off the wall she stood as best as she could and started to shrug out of the trench as she kept on her way to the bedroom door, leaving her trench in her wake.
Stupid girl, I could kill her now. Take her now and do what I wished with her. Would she even fight? Did she even have it in her if her life depended on it to fight for her life?
Stopping a minute to lean against the wall, wobbily leg prop against it as she unlaced each boot in turn and kicked them off, socks were next as she continued down the hall leaving a trail of clothing.
He kept to the shadows in the hall way, though there were fewer as the hallway seemed well lit, but there were enough coves and open doors he could hide in if she turned. He hadn't seen the boot and tripped over it, knocking into a table and quickly ducked into an open door.
She turned and squinted. Had she heard something behind her? Mebbe it was just when she'd tossed her boot to the side. She didn't see anything. Shaking her head she continued down the hall, carefully lifting her tank off and then discarding her strapless bra onto the hall's floor. "Almost there Chey, keep going." She eyed the door...just a coupla feet left.