A Less Then Friendly Darkness ((Vincent))

[Jenna Tragic]

She hadn't met to come here, but somehow she ended up in the threatening alleyway. She kept her gaze forward, but was walking slow. The people on the streets watched her as she passed, obviously taking in her appearance.

She wasn't wearing anything that could point out how much money she had. It wasn't something she liked to boast about when alone... it caused people to pay extra attention to her, and she hated it.

[Vincent Hiei]

It had been a good day. Vincent had managed to scrounge enough money to buy himself a decent sized bottle of Firewhiskey and was now sat in an alley sipping away at his prize through a straw, as his surroundings became ever so slightly more blurred with every sip.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye a woman heading down the alley towards him. He froze mid-slurp, he eyes squinting in her direction. This catatonic instinct was in hope that she would not notice him drunk, sat cross legged and drinking Firewhiskey through a straw. Not only was it a slightly embarrassing predicament to be discovered in but he would have quite liked to be left alone.

Something told him it was not quite going to work out as he would have liked...

[Jenna Tragic]

She continued to walk, making faces at the rats that scurried around her feet. With a sigh, she noticed a man sitting off to the side with a bottle in his hand. He might be drunk, but there wasn't any reason for Jenna to automatically think so.

Despite that, he looked plently old enough to drink of he wanted to anyways. Jenna drank sometimes, but always in the privacy of her home, or at a place that served alcohol. Usually never alone, just because Jenna always thought of what could happen, rather than what probably would happen.

Not letting herself look at the man for too long, she looked ahead of herself, and attempted to speed up slightly. In response she fell onto the wet concrete and cursed to herself slightly. When she looked up, the man was directly beside her.

[Vincent Hiei]

Vincent let out a suppressed snigger from behind his bottle until he could not hold it in for much longer and began laughing at the woman lay on the concrete staring up at him with an evident look of embarrassment quickly spreading across her face.

His normal instincts would have told him to take advantage of this opportunity. Of course he would have had no intention of hurting her but a woman lay defenceless on the ground was a prime chance to swipe a bit of spare change, something that never seemed to be in abundance in Vincent’s life. However, he often lived by the rule never to over indulge himself in pickpocketing and thieving as one day he’d find himself with nobody with any money to steal, and as it happened, Vincent felt that this day had been particularly successful and thought better of jumping on this opportune moment.

‘I’d watch yourself around here if I were you, love,’ he chortled. ‘There’s far more dangerous things than wet surfaces in these parts. Not sure you’re in your element if you can’t even keep yourself upright.’

[Jenna Tragic]

Jenna watche him for a moment, silently nodded. She didn't dare say anything, although resentment filled her small form for the fact that he seemed amused at her falling. As if.. she thought to herself sourly. he probably tripped me or something

Even as she thought it, she felt rather bad about the silent acusation. He could have, but was it likely? No, not really. She sighed to herself,, and was going to stand up when she figured out that she would probably just fall again.

Laying there she continued to look at him, trying to place a name with the face but wasn't doing that well of a job. She hadn't known anyone in school, and she shook her head slightly, thinking toherself how awful that sounded in her head.

[Vincent Hiei]

Vincent looked at her laying there in the wet. His face turned into one of confusion.

‘Listen, sweet,’ he began. ‘Do I really look like the gentlemanly type? What the bleeding hell are you still doing laying there? You expecting me to help you up or something?’

He looked at her again for another couple of seconds before letting out a sigh.

‘Bleeding women...’ he muttered under his breath, pulling himself to his feet and walking towards her with a bit of a swagger in his step, still with his bottle in his hand and the straw poking from the top. He reached down and pulled the woman to her feet. ‘There. You didn’t hurt yourself did you?’

[Jenna Tragic]

She was going to tell him that she was plently well enough to get up herself, when he stood up. She raised an eyebrow at the man, then gasped when he pulled her up.

She wasn't that light...was she? She sighed to herself, and shook her head. "No..I. Uh.. I think I'm alright"

Normally, Jenna would have smiled now, said something along the lines of 'thank you'. Unfortunately, she hardly believed he would have cared about anything like that.

"I just fall a lot is all... " She shrugged, keeping her eyes down. She felt to intimidated when she looked at him. "It isn't anything new"

[Vincent Hiei]

‘I’d sort that out if I were you,’ replied Vincent, taking a sip from his straw before slumping back on the floor against the wall of the alley.

He looked at her with a slight air of confusion. People rarely felt uncomfortable by him unless he was wielding a blade and demanding money but this one refused to look him in the eye. Vincent was not sure whether to take this as a sign of disrespect or not. He had helped her after all.

‘Well I’ve done my good deed for the day,’ he muttered. ‘Just be thankful you’ve still got your pretty shoes.’

[Jenna Tragic]

Jenna raised an eyebrow, looking up at the man.

"You want my..my shoes?" She asked a bit dumbfounded. Of all the things the man could do..and he wanted her shoes?

Despite herself, Jenna burst out in laugher. "Shoes..." She muttered to herself, shaking her head. She reached down, and took off a shoe. "Take the stupid shoe" She said, nodding towards the man. "Besides, these are cheap comparred to what I normally wear anyways"

[Vincent Hiei]

Vincent’s patience was running thin. It did not help matters that he was lacking his daily drug fix. His eyes did not stray from the woman’s stare as she held out one of her shoes to him.

‘Listen,’ he said to her, lowering the tone slightly. ‘I could easily fetch myself a pretty penny for those shoes from someone who might just need them so I could possibly feed myself for the day considering that’s how I get by... And by the way you talk you imply that money is not a worry for you, in that you have it.'

Vincent's eyes narrowed as he placed the bottle on the concrete and got to his feet, walking towards the woman. He stopped inches from her face.

'So do you want to continue to mock the man without money but so happens to be carrying a concealed weapon?' he continued in a soft yet somehow sinister tone. 'Because to be honest I don't much like the disrespectful tone of your voice considering I just helped you back to your feet rather than stripping you of any valuables...’

[Jenna Tragic]

Jenna pressed her lips into a thin line. She didn't like being threatened, as much as she knew if he wanted to do harm she could only attempt to stop him. Jenna didn't carry her wand anymore, she never really needed a reason to.

Perhaps I should start.... she thought to herself.

"Look" She said, looking at him just as intently as he was stareing at her. "If it's money you want, you don't have to steal alright?" She raised an eyebrow, cocking her head to one side, studying him. She had never thought of not having money, it's something that had never been a problem. "And if your hungry, I'de more then happy to take you somewhere to eat.." She bit her bottom lip.

Was she nuts? He pratically just threatened to slit her throat...and she offering to help him? She shook her head, deciding it was a weakness of hers.

"As a thank you of course" She added as an after thought. "For helping me up I mean" She looked back down again, away from his eyes. Playing with her hands, she continued to chew on her lip. damn...