Lugging her suitcase painstakingly along the stairs while muttering some soft curses under her breath was Katrina. It was definitely peculiar for a girl like her to have such a burdensome luggage. She had only loaded clothes, shoes, books, perfume, makeup and other decorations to make her new home really feel like a place she would want to spend the rest of her life in. It was normal for a girl in her profession to receive many free gifts. They were often the products she had modelled with such as cosmetics or bikinis and lingerie she had wore.
Since when did my bag become so heavy? And what kind of idiot would book a room on the third floor?
Kat sighed a deep and breathy exhaustion of relief as she finally reached her stop before unclipping the roll handle of her trunk and dragging her suitcase along the crimson carpets of the floor and towards her new room. For a split second earlier, she saw another girl enter her own room next to hers before closing it promptly.
The clip clop of her chocolate brown boots halted. She rummaged her small, bracelet adorned hands into the handbag that was slung over her left shoulder, decorated by flag patches of the countries of the world. After a few jingles and clinks Kat pulled out a key that was tied to a piece of paper marked with the numbers "302".
Her new surroundings were...okay. Katrina had definitely expected more of her condo and it was evident in her annoyed body language as she crossed her delicate arms over her shoulder cropped ebony sweater and pouted pink lower lip. Like a kitty cat, Gonzales meandered slowly to the balcony, surveying her room while she did so. She noted to herself, the faded paint on the walls. Crinkling her nose as a scent of aged history overtook her nostrils. An unignorable itch to check out the bedroom gnawed at her. An itch that was quickly superseded by a ecstatic smile and impressed gasp as Katrina drew the curtains open. Gonzales was greeted by the glowing, gleaming and gorgeous powerhouse that was the sun as it illuminated the most picturesque view of the beach she had ever seen.
"Oh...this place is gorgeous!" She closed her azure eyes, enjoying the sunset warmth on her caramel skin. The low tune of the waves crashing along the shore lulled her mind into a relaxing trance. One that was briefly broken by the feeling of rust upon the railings against her smooth and dainty hand.
The kitchen, The most important part of a home in her opinion, was a far cry from the rest of the home. New, neat and nice. With all the things the model needed to cook to her heart's content. A restaurant's worth of meal ideas raced through her mind already. The bathroom was fine but the bedroom...Katrina's crimson lips were interrupted by a pretty pearly smile, as she realized she had enough space to have a bookcase to store her literature.
Unpacking would be a pain. And the thought of it caused Katrina to begin right away. It also brought the question as to why her suitcase was so heavy to her mind. The only reasonable explanation would be her books but even then, it couldn't be this heavy. Clothes and Victoria's secret underwear flew gently out of her hands and into neat piles. She rummaged to the end of her trunk. And there they were. The reason why it was so heavy. Underneath her packing, was a shotgun, two Glock guns and two intricately and dangerously carved iron military knives. Beneath even that, were rounds upon rounds of silver bullets.
Examining them as they felt a lot lighter in her trained hands, she exclaimed to herself, before stashing them safely away under her bed. "Wow. They must've put these in my suitcase when I visited their office a few hours before. When the hell did they do that?"
Upon returning, Australia's circadian rhythm hit her like a train. Kat quickly stripped out of her sweater and skirt before tossing her boots to the side carelessly. Katrina brushed some of her inky hair strands out of her face before she collapsed onto her bed. Dressed only in skimpy, pink and lacy underwear. Katrina was ravishing. Her face was gorgeous, smooth, pretty and blemish less. With cutely curved eyelashes and shiny luscious lips. Her body was no less. A lean, toned hourglass figure, decorated by a bellybutton piercing and accompanied by a pair of big, circular breasts and cute rear.
A few moments earlier, she had left the door a little ajar to invite anyone passing by to say hello. Much to her sleeping self's detriment, she had forgotten to close that door.
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Since when did my bag become so heavy? And what kind of idiot would book a room on the third floor?
Kat sighed a deep and breathy exhaustion of relief as she finally reached her stop before unclipping the roll handle of her trunk and dragging her suitcase along the crimson carpets of the floor and towards her new room. For a split second earlier, she saw another girl enter her own room next to hers before closing it promptly.
The clip clop of her chocolate brown boots halted. She rummaged her small, bracelet adorned hands into the handbag that was slung over her left shoulder, decorated by flag patches of the countries of the world. After a few jingles and clinks Kat pulled out a key that was tied to a piece of paper marked with the numbers "302".
Her new surroundings were...okay. Katrina had definitely expected more of her condo and it was evident in her annoyed body language as she crossed her delicate arms over her shoulder cropped ebony sweater and pouted pink lower lip. Like a kitty cat, Gonzales meandered slowly to the balcony, surveying her room while she did so. She noted to herself, the faded paint on the walls. Crinkling her nose as a scent of aged history overtook her nostrils. An unignorable itch to check out the bedroom gnawed at her. An itch that was quickly superseded by a ecstatic smile and impressed gasp as Katrina drew the curtains open. Gonzales was greeted by the glowing, gleaming and gorgeous powerhouse that was the sun as it illuminated the most picturesque view of the beach she had ever seen.
"Oh...this place is gorgeous!" She closed her azure eyes, enjoying the sunset warmth on her caramel skin. The low tune of the waves crashing along the shore lulled her mind into a relaxing trance. One that was briefly broken by the feeling of rust upon the railings against her smooth and dainty hand.
The kitchen, The most important part of a home in her opinion, was a far cry from the rest of the home. New, neat and nice. With all the things the model needed to cook to her heart's content. A restaurant's worth of meal ideas raced through her mind already. The bathroom was fine but the bedroom...Katrina's crimson lips were interrupted by a pretty pearly smile, as she realized she had enough space to have a bookcase to store her literature.
Unpacking would be a pain. And the thought of it caused Katrina to begin right away. It also brought the question as to why her suitcase was so heavy to her mind. The only reasonable explanation would be her books but even then, it couldn't be this heavy. Clothes and Victoria's secret underwear flew gently out of her hands and into neat piles. She rummaged to the end of her trunk. And there they were. The reason why it was so heavy. Underneath her packing, was a shotgun, two Glock guns and two intricately and dangerously carved iron military knives. Beneath even that, were rounds upon rounds of silver bullets.
Examining them as they felt a lot lighter in her trained hands, she exclaimed to herself, before stashing them safely away under her bed. "Wow. They must've put these in my suitcase when I visited their office a few hours before. When the hell did they do that?"
Upon returning, Australia's circadian rhythm hit her like a train. Kat quickly stripped out of her sweater and skirt before tossing her boots to the side carelessly. Katrina brushed some of her inky hair strands out of her face before she collapsed onto her bed. Dressed only in skimpy, pink and lacy underwear. Katrina was ravishing. Her face was gorgeous, smooth, pretty and blemish less. With cutely curved eyelashes and shiny luscious lips. Her body was no less. A lean, toned hourglass figure, decorated by a bellybutton piercing and accompanied by a pair of big, circular breasts and cute rear.
A few moments earlier, she had left the door a little ajar to invite anyone passing by to say hello. Much to her sleeping self's detriment, she had forgotten to close that door.
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Red was not having a good series of days. First, he had split up with his extremely long-time girlfriend, over some guy that he had almost killed. That had caused him to produce (and then lose control) of a massive, massive hurricane that threatened to wreck the town all over again. THEN, in the middle of that, he was teased to the point of almost calming down, only for her to run away from him, and leave him alone in his misery, which had caused him to just completely lose his mind.
After all of that, when he had finally returned to work, the arrest he had made the night before had been released on bail, and honestly, he was just pissed about it, and had thrown his desk literally across the room. With all of that, his friend had literally forced him to go home and relax. That wasn’t possible, but Asher was scary when she was serious, so off Red went. He stormed his way home, and up to the third floor, where he had intended to grab his stuff, and leave town for a few days, but an open door as he stepped into the hall caught his attention.
Curiously, he stopped. That door hadn’t been opened when he left. His gaze shifted around the hall, and then he stepped quietly to tue doorframe. He assumed looters at first, until he saw a woman, lying mostly naked on the bed. In surprise, he stepped further in, suspecting assault at first. But as he scanned further, there was no sign of sex, and no scent of blood or bodies. In fact, the only scents here was hers, and…
Red sniffed the air again, his powerful senses picked up the trace of something else. Something like metal, and familiar. Recognizing the scent of guns and silver, he reached down and pulled the case from under the bed. He didn’t have to open it to know that this woman’s scent was all over it, which brought up several questions. However, open it, he did. It wasn’t so much the guns he was interested in, although he would get to those in a minute. It was the silver bullets that were near. In his extremely long life, there was only one reason a person carried silver bullets.
His tongue ran over his lip as he stood up over her, the case in his hand. He opened the case, and pulled the gun out, turning it over in his hand once. He then looked down at the woman, and pointed the barrel at her, nudging her lightly with it while he asked; “Now why in the world would a girl like you move into a place like this, loaded down with silver bullets?”
After all of that, when he had finally returned to work, the arrest he had made the night before had been released on bail, and honestly, he was just pissed about it, and had thrown his desk literally across the room. With all of that, his friend had literally forced him to go home and relax. That wasn’t possible, but Asher was scary when she was serious, so off Red went. He stormed his way home, and up to the third floor, where he had intended to grab his stuff, and leave town for a few days, but an open door as he stepped into the hall caught his attention.
Curiously, he stopped. That door hadn’t been opened when he left. His gaze shifted around the hall, and then he stepped quietly to tue doorframe. He assumed looters at first, until he saw a woman, lying mostly naked on the bed. In surprise, he stepped further in, suspecting assault at first. But as he scanned further, there was no sign of sex, and no scent of blood or bodies. In fact, the only scents here was hers, and…
Red sniffed the air again, his powerful senses picked up the trace of something else. Something like metal, and familiar. Recognizing the scent of guns and silver, he reached down and pulled the case from under the bed. He didn’t have to open it to know that this woman’s scent was all over it, which brought up several questions. However, open it, he did. It wasn’t so much the guns he was interested in, although he would get to those in a minute. It was the silver bullets that were near. In his extremely long life, there was only one reason a person carried silver bullets.
His tongue ran over his lip as he stood up over her, the case in his hand. He opened the case, and pulled the gun out, turning it over in his hand once. He then looked down at the woman, and pointed the barrel at her, nudging her lightly with it while he asked; “Now why in the world would a girl like you move into a place like this, loaded down with silver bullets?”
It's the third day since she had arrived to Florida and she quickly learned that she was not a new face. She was frequently going from one place to another, especially now that she had started working, she would see that a lot of people were carrying their luggage's and looking around.
And for this reason exactly, knowing that an apartment next to her was vacant the day before, she had a ready welcome drink, a bottle of rum as a conversation starter, especially considering that there's a lot of sailor/pirate themes around town. It's a little tongue-and-cheek. But everything about her was tongue-and-cheek. Megan loves to play a little with words and meanings.
And on this third day, she had noticed a brunette girl coming into the vacant apartment. Megan didn't get to say hi immediately, as she was just finishing up with her daily shopping, so she decided to give the girl some room to get accustomed to her new place while Megan gets the bottle and heads towards her door.
Megan was wearing an oversized obscure band t-shirt, the kind where you have no idea what the logo says and just a pair of shorts, though her makeup is always done so was her dark hair with red streaks combed back, which gives that effortless 90s alternative vibe. She may at times give off the Nancy Downs energy from The Craft movie, but in reality, Megan is vey chill and actually nice, especially towards girls.
She knocked on the door, and when it creaked open slightly, Megan peeked through to meet the girl in the room and smiled at her. "Hey honey, just wanted to stop by and welcome my new next-door neighbor! And got ya a lil' something." Megan said with a bi smile as she showed the bottle of rum.
And for this reason exactly, knowing that an apartment next to her was vacant the day before, she had a ready welcome drink, a bottle of rum as a conversation starter, especially considering that there's a lot of sailor/pirate themes around town. It's a little tongue-and-cheek. But everything about her was tongue-and-cheek. Megan loves to play a little with words and meanings.
And on this third day, she had noticed a brunette girl coming into the vacant apartment. Megan didn't get to say hi immediately, as she was just finishing up with her daily shopping, so she decided to give the girl some room to get accustomed to her new place while Megan gets the bottle and heads towards her door.
Megan was wearing an oversized obscure band t-shirt, the kind where you have no idea what the logo says and just a pair of shorts, though her makeup is always done so was her dark hair with red streaks combed back, which gives that effortless 90s alternative vibe. She may at times give off the Nancy Downs energy from The Craft movie, but in reality, Megan is vey chill and actually nice, especially towards girls.
She knocked on the door, and when it creaked open slightly, Megan peeked through to meet the girl in the room and smiled at her. "Hey honey, just wanted to stop by and welcome my new next-door neighbor! And got ya a lil' something." Megan said with a bi smile as she showed the bottle of rum.
Katrina stirred in her sleep before letting out a low moan. Her eyes fluttered open before they were rudely greeted by the man before her and her skin by the cold metal of the gun.
Kat's eyes shot wide open before her body briskly retreated backwards, closer to the start of the bedframe where the pillows where and further from the well dressed intruder. She focused her attention on the gun, hypnotized by its danger before looking back up at the towering blonde.
"What..." Gonzales repeated in a prey-like and worried yet beautifully sweet and feminine tone. Perhaps one of the most lilting tones Red had ever heard.
Katrina studied the features of the man before her. He was handsome no doubt, with sculpted attributes, hooded eyebrows and an almost scruffy beard that made it look like blonde dyed cotton candy. His eyes were a pair of sapphire and they were gazing intently at her, as if trying to burn her with his intense leer. His voice was low and wispy. Like a loud whisper that had a hoarse noise at the end of each sentence.
Reaching to cover her cleavage and torso, she wailed at the man after looking down at where the shotgun was aimed at and realizing she was half naked. "What the fuck? Who are you! Get out of here!" Unluckily for her, her arms were too skinny to hide much especially considering how well endowed she was.
She stood up to try and intimidate the man, but a look of submission overtook her as Kat discerned that she barely reached his chest. Let alone his shoulder. She pondered whether to fight the man and disarm him but he looked more like a civilian rather than a real threat. A former military or police officer by the way he held the gun.
Relenting to his questions due to him not budging Kat answered them in a quiet whisper. "I'm a model. Those silver bullets are my grandad's. And those guns....their for creeps like you!" Lowering her chin and looking at him through the bangs of her hair. "Can you get the fuck out now? Or at least let me get changed you pervert! I'm gonna call the cops on you!"
Maybe Red had seen her on one of the advertisements of the colognes he brought. She definitely seemed familiar. And the model part fit the bill perfectly.
Whatever he thought, the conversation between the two of them were interrupted by a opposingly chirpy voice.
The words "Hey honey, just wanted to stop by and welcome my new next-door neighbor! And got ya a lil' something." erupted from behind the entrance door, before revealing with it a dark haired girl, with lips redder than blood, the prettiest smile Kat had seen and holding a bottle of alcohol. Kat took this moment and swiftly tried to grab the shotgun and aim it at the intruder instead.
Kat's eyes shot wide open before her body briskly retreated backwards, closer to the start of the bedframe where the pillows where and further from the well dressed intruder. She focused her attention on the gun, hypnotized by its danger before looking back up at the towering blonde.
"What..." Gonzales repeated in a prey-like and worried yet beautifully sweet and feminine tone. Perhaps one of the most lilting tones Red had ever heard.
Katrina studied the features of the man before her. He was handsome no doubt, with sculpted attributes, hooded eyebrows and an almost scruffy beard that made it look like blonde dyed cotton candy. His eyes were a pair of sapphire and they were gazing intently at her, as if trying to burn her with his intense leer. His voice was low and wispy. Like a loud whisper that had a hoarse noise at the end of each sentence.
Reaching to cover her cleavage and torso, she wailed at the man after looking down at where the shotgun was aimed at and realizing she was half naked. "What the fuck? Who are you! Get out of here!" Unluckily for her, her arms were too skinny to hide much especially considering how well endowed she was.
She stood up to try and intimidate the man, but a look of submission overtook her as Kat discerned that she barely reached his chest. Let alone his shoulder. She pondered whether to fight the man and disarm him but he looked more like a civilian rather than a real threat. A former military or police officer by the way he held the gun.
Relenting to his questions due to him not budging Kat answered them in a quiet whisper. "I'm a model. Those silver bullets are my grandad's. And those guns....their for creeps like you!" Lowering her chin and looking at him through the bangs of her hair. "Can you get the fuck out now? Or at least let me get changed you pervert! I'm gonna call the cops on you!"
Maybe Red had seen her on one of the advertisements of the colognes he brought. She definitely seemed familiar. And the model part fit the bill perfectly.
Whatever he thought, the conversation between the two of them were interrupted by a opposingly chirpy voice.
The words "Hey honey, just wanted to stop by and welcome my new next-door neighbor! And got ya a lil' something." erupted from behind the entrance door, before revealing with it a dark haired girl, with lips redder than blood, the prettiest smile Kat had seen and holding a bottle of alcohol. Kat took this moment and swiftly tried to grab the shotgun and aim it at the intruder instead.
It took a moment for Megan to register what was happening as she saw a guy over and the girl that just moved here had a shotgun pointed at him. Megan's demeanor changed - was this guy sneaking into her room and disturbing her? This shit won't fly. She quickly set the bottle onto the nearby table before making a move.
Megan rushed towards Red's back, fully intending to knock him down onto the ground and hold him to the place. While having a shotgun is more than useful, she really wanted to avoid potentially killing someone and would instead hold the intruder down and call the cops on him.
Megan rushed towards Red's back, fully intending to knock him down onto the ground and hold him to the place. While having a shotgun is more than useful, she really wanted to avoid potentially killing someone and would instead hold the intruder down and call the cops on him.
Since assessing that she hadn’t been sexually assaulted, Red hadn’t even considered the fact she was naked. It wasn’t a factor that really registered to a being like him, as nudity wasn’t much of a factor to him. He considered the situation as he watched the woman stutter backwards. He made literally no attempt to ogle her, reach for, or touch her. He even let her stand. He wasn’t really worried that she could hurt him, as almost nothing could, so while he waited for her to dress, he checked out the shotgun. He could see it was built to contain the silver, which is what he wanted to question her about.
What he did notice when he looked back at her was the look of submission that came over her eyes. The power in his own would demand it, and he listened as she spat her excuses at him. “How curious.” He said softly, with deadly intention. “Most people…don’t use silver bullets.” He pointed out as he looked over at her. “Especially since Glocks don’t come equipped with silver bullets. 9mm, .357 SIG, .40 S&W, .45 ACP, .45 GAP, .22 LR, .380 ACP, and 10mm Auto, choice depending, sure.” Guns were one of many things he had an advanced knowledge of. “Nor do shotguns, for that matter.” He said as he cocked the gun he held, just to hear the sound.
His tone was very dangerous, and very deadly as his body towered her. The shotgun didn’t intimidate him in the least, as again, it would cause very little damage to him. But he was interrupted by another presence and an annoyingly chirpy voice. Soon, he heard the sound of feet, and sighed as he merely stepped back, out of the way, with the gun still in his hand. He thought it best, since she smelled human, and the chance of her getting actually hurt by bouncing off of him was quite high.
However, he did absolutely have to laugh when, in a scramble to call the cops and waiting desperately for an answer, Red’s phone started to ring. He forgot he had forwarded all the phones and had yet to unforward them. While staring down both of the women, one of which was now pointing a shotgun at him, he pulled the phone, and answered it. “Sunset Beach Police Department, this is the Chief of Police speaking. How can I help you today?”
What he did notice when he looked back at her was the look of submission that came over her eyes. The power in his own would demand it, and he listened as she spat her excuses at him. “How curious.” He said softly, with deadly intention. “Most people…don’t use silver bullets.” He pointed out as he looked over at her. “Especially since Glocks don’t come equipped with silver bullets. 9mm, .357 SIG, .40 S&W, .45 ACP, .45 GAP, .22 LR, .380 ACP, and 10mm Auto, choice depending, sure.” Guns were one of many things he had an advanced knowledge of. “Nor do shotguns, for that matter.” He said as he cocked the gun he held, just to hear the sound.
His tone was very dangerous, and very deadly as his body towered her. The shotgun didn’t intimidate him in the least, as again, it would cause very little damage to him. But he was interrupted by another presence and an annoyingly chirpy voice. Soon, he heard the sound of feet, and sighed as he merely stepped back, out of the way, with the gun still in his hand. He thought it best, since she smelled human, and the chance of her getting actually hurt by bouncing off of him was quite high.
However, he did absolutely have to laugh when, in a scramble to call the cops and waiting desperately for an answer, Red’s phone started to ring. He forgot he had forwarded all the phones and had yet to unforward them. While staring down both of the women, one of which was now pointing a shotgun at him, he pulled the phone, and answered it. “Sunset Beach Police Department, this is the Chief of Police speaking. How can I help you today?”
Quickly donning her earlier attire of a dark lined sweater and jeans skirt, Kat looked wearily up at him in between each layer of clothing. Noting his non-ogling demeanor, which surprised a girl like her, who was used to frequent stares by men on the streets. Instead, his attention went to the B.P.A's weapons and it soon became apparent to the model that he was no ordinary gentleman.
"English please?" Whispering to him as he spewed out his knowledge of firearms, pretending as if she didn't know herself. Her question sounded a lot more confident in her head but came out meek and weakly, especially forced by the strength of his presence.
"I got it made it like that. My grandfather had schizophrenia. He used to collect and make silver bullets. He said he was hunted by demons and stuff. Like werewolves and vampires. Stuff like that...Apparently they keep away things like that."
Gazing at his chin, not being brave enough to look into his gorgeous yet unnerving eyes, she gently leaned over and rummaged through her handbag for a silver necklace, decorated by a wooden cross, before donning it over her neck, making sure her body language was slow enough to indicate she was not instead reaching for a weapon.
Only a split second had passed before the gun was in Kat's hand and her new savior had almost tripped and fell upon Red's quick movement. Realizing that the black and red haired girl was only offering assistance, Kat helped her up, without letting go sight of Red's chin and aiming the weapon at his chest.
"Careful!" yelped the model as she pulled out an arm and pushed the girl gently away from Red and closer to herself as Megan reached for her phone. "Hi...it's nice to meet you! Lovely lips by the way" Kat complimented before flashing a quick smile and then focusing her attention on Red. "You're finished now. Hope you enjoy jail."
The distance between Florida and California was probably smaller than the width of Kat's eyes. Dumbfounded, she raised an eyebrow in confusion before lowering her weapon. "You're the chief of police?" Kat made it sound more like a question than a statement. "What are you doing here then?" Kat turned to Megan puzzled as if she would have any answers, only now noticing what she looked like. Megan was a beautiful girl. Hypnotic with a gothic style, eyelashes like the wings of a crow and deep ruby red lips that looked like paint upon her canvas of pretty snow skin. Katrina could see a few tattoos streaming up from her right shoulder.
"Officer, I have a gun license. Even though you don't need one in Florida." Turning back to him and letting out a sigh of relief she rummaged around again in her black bag and procured a piece of legitimate license. Marked with her name "Katrina Gonzales" and her age at twenty two. She sure as hell didn't look twenty two to Red, definitely an eighteen or seventeen year old.
Preempting this problem, she tugged out another piece of identification with her age clearly stated. "I'm not sixteen. I'm twenty two." Lowering her weapon now, she looked over at Megan to see if she had any words to say. "I'm sorry for aiming a gun at you officer. I was just really scared. I'm sorry. Their my grandad's bullets and they were passed down to me. I thought why waste them and use them myself. Is there anything else officer?" Kat stepped closer to him, lowering her chin again and looking up at him with her cerulean eyes and into his own. Almost puppy like and pleading. Giving him a nice view of her cleavage.
"English please?" Whispering to him as he spewed out his knowledge of firearms, pretending as if she didn't know herself. Her question sounded a lot more confident in her head but came out meek and weakly, especially forced by the strength of his presence.
"I got it made it like that. My grandfather had schizophrenia. He used to collect and make silver bullets. He said he was hunted by demons and stuff. Like werewolves and vampires. Stuff like that...Apparently they keep away things like that."
Gazing at his chin, not being brave enough to look into his gorgeous yet unnerving eyes, she gently leaned over and rummaged through her handbag for a silver necklace, decorated by a wooden cross, before donning it over her neck, making sure her body language was slow enough to indicate she was not instead reaching for a weapon.
Only a split second had passed before the gun was in Kat's hand and her new savior had almost tripped and fell upon Red's quick movement. Realizing that the black and red haired girl was only offering assistance, Kat helped her up, without letting go sight of Red's chin and aiming the weapon at his chest.
"Careful!" yelped the model as she pulled out an arm and pushed the girl gently away from Red and closer to herself as Megan reached for her phone. "Hi...it's nice to meet you! Lovely lips by the way" Kat complimented before flashing a quick smile and then focusing her attention on Red. "You're finished now. Hope you enjoy jail."
The distance between Florida and California was probably smaller than the width of Kat's eyes. Dumbfounded, she raised an eyebrow in confusion before lowering her weapon. "You're the chief of police?" Kat made it sound more like a question than a statement. "What are you doing here then?" Kat turned to Megan puzzled as if she would have any answers, only now noticing what she looked like. Megan was a beautiful girl. Hypnotic with a gothic style, eyelashes like the wings of a crow and deep ruby red lips that looked like paint upon her canvas of pretty snow skin. Katrina could see a few tattoos streaming up from her right shoulder.
"Officer, I have a gun license. Even though you don't need one in Florida." Turning back to him and letting out a sigh of relief she rummaged around again in her black bag and procured a piece of legitimate license. Marked with her name "Katrina Gonzales" and her age at twenty two. She sure as hell didn't look twenty two to Red, definitely an eighteen or seventeen year old.
Preempting this problem, she tugged out another piece of identification with her age clearly stated. "I'm not sixteen. I'm twenty two." Lowering her weapon now, she looked over at Megan to see if she had any words to say. "I'm sorry for aiming a gun at you officer. I was just really scared. I'm sorry. Their my grandad's bullets and they were passed down to me. I thought why waste them and use them myself. Is there anything else officer?" Kat stepped closer to him, lowering her chin again and looking up at him with her cerulean eyes and into his own. Almost puppy like and pleading. Giving him a nice view of her cleavage.
Luckily enough, Megan was not as clumsy to fall on her face when the man moved to the side and the girl helped her out. She had caught on a little bit on the conversation, but honestly, she had no clue what the fuck these people were talking about. She was in the presence of guns, either when she'd go on shooting ranges for shits and giggles or when she was in the company with some unsavory people, the reason why she ad to start over her life all over again.
She wasn't tuned in on the conversation as she was mostly focusing on the well-being of the fellow woman, who tried to help her from knocking herself down. Megan smiled at her, if these circumstances weren't as dire as they were, she would've chuckled at the compliment. "Thanks, gorgeous." she would've loved t indulge in a nice girl talk with her, but as they called 911, this guy answered, which prompted a confuse reaction from Megan, one that bordered with disgust.
While the girl was justifying her ownership of firearms, Megan was more concerned about other shit. She looked at the blue-eyed beautiful model and crossed her arms. "Did this copper just walk inside your place unprompted? I don't think that shit is legal."
She wasn't tuned in on the conversation as she was mostly focusing on the well-being of the fellow woman, who tried to help her from knocking herself down. Megan smiled at her, if these circumstances weren't as dire as they were, she would've chuckled at the compliment. "Thanks, gorgeous." she would've loved t indulge in a nice girl talk with her, but as they called 911, this guy answered, which prompted a confuse reaction from Megan, one that bordered with disgust.
While the girl was justifying her ownership of firearms, Megan was more concerned about other shit. She looked at the blue-eyed beautiful model and crossed her arms. "Did this copper just walk inside your place unprompted? I don't think that shit is legal."
Red couldn’t possibly have been more annoyed at the situation infront of him. He listened to the first girl act like a ditz as she acted meekly and unintelligible about the weapons she carried. The presence of the second girl made Red’s intentions of questioning her harder, but he made every note to keep his eyes on her and focus on her intention in his town.
At that very moment however, he had a gun pointed at him, which didn’t worry or bother him in the least. It would sting, and annoy him at most, but he couldn’t help but he amused by the attempt at calling for help. Once he got his kick of answering the phone and watching the shock come over their faces, he once again listened to Katrina as she handed him her licence. She was over the legal age, but there was still a few questions remaining.
One of them was Megan’s. “Unprompted? Not quite. I live on the floor, and when I went out earlier, this door was still locked. As I passed by a moment ago, it was opened and Miss Gonzales was more than half naked, and appeared unconscious. I then suspected sexual assault, and found an apartment full of weapons with her. Then you entered.” He wasn’t about to mention the suspicion of being a hunter, but his eidetic memory captured everything he saw in a fingersnap. “Be assured, it will fall under what we call probable cause.”
Turning to Katrina, he eyed her with all that suspicion bubbling behind his enchanted glasses. “There is nothing further at this time. But I will be running a check to make sure these shotguns are registered to the NFA and the federal government. If they’re not, Miss Gonzales, you will be seeing me again.” There was a deeper warning that he would be seeing her again anyways, but for now, he couldn’t do much in the presence of a mortal. He looked at her for a longer few minutes before he moved back towards her door, and out into the hallway. “Good day, ladies.” Once he stepped away, he pulled out his phone to call Asher and tell her what he had found.
At that very moment however, he had a gun pointed at him, which didn’t worry or bother him in the least. It would sting, and annoy him at most, but he couldn’t help but he amused by the attempt at calling for help. Once he got his kick of answering the phone and watching the shock come over their faces, he once again listened to Katrina as she handed him her licence. She was over the legal age, but there was still a few questions remaining.
One of them was Megan’s. “Unprompted? Not quite. I live on the floor, and when I went out earlier, this door was still locked. As I passed by a moment ago, it was opened and Miss Gonzales was more than half naked, and appeared unconscious. I then suspected sexual assault, and found an apartment full of weapons with her. Then you entered.” He wasn’t about to mention the suspicion of being a hunter, but his eidetic memory captured everything he saw in a fingersnap. “Be assured, it will fall under what we call probable cause.”
Turning to Katrina, he eyed her with all that suspicion bubbling behind his enchanted glasses. “There is nothing further at this time. But I will be running a check to make sure these shotguns are registered to the NFA and the federal government. If they’re not, Miss Gonzales, you will be seeing me again.” There was a deeper warning that he would be seeing her again anyways, but for now, he couldn’t do much in the presence of a mortal. He looked at her for a longer few minutes before he moved back towards her door, and out into the hallway. “Good day, ladies.” Once he stepped away, he pulled out his phone to call Asher and tell her what he had found.
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