So much happened in such a short period of time, and it took Leah a few long seconds to process it all. The werewolf snarled and spit at her, but after just a moment, his face was being slammed into the bar and a gun was being pointed at all who seemed to oppose the man who claimed to be her Uncle Randy. Of course, after this display, there was some credibility to his claims. Someone inexperienced wouldn't have been able to take down a man the size of the one on the floor like that, supernatural or not.<br/><br/>She listened to his statement, following his instructions to the 't'. There was no sense in fighting a man with a gun drawn, especially since her own pistol was tucked away in a holster located in her boot. Leah grabbed the knife after hopping the counter, quickly weaving through the patrons that seemed to separate like the Red Sea. The tone of the evening had changed dramatically when her last name was spit out with venom and a wolf man was dead on the bar floor. His pack mates would have their hides soon enough. Leaving sooner rather than later was of the utmost importance.<br/><br/>There was an anger inside of her that began to boil. Leah had tried to escape the life that had chose her, not the life that she had chosen herself. If it had been up to her, she'd be living in a small town in rural Illinois, dispensing medications and utilizing her degree as a pharmacist. But alas, that was not what fate had in store for her. The night her father had died was the very night that she'd been introduced to this hidden world. It was the very night that her life had changed completely.<br/><br/><b>"Goddammit!" </b>Leah shouted when they were outside. The sky was clear, nothing but the stars shined above them. The parking lot was mostly empty of patrons - everyone ran inside to see what the commotion had been about.<b>"You can't just walk in there and Rambo up. Killing a guy like that in the middle of a fucking bar? Who in the hell are you?"</b>Leah went to rub her hand over her forehead, but remembered the knife she held in it instead. She walked over the older man and thrust the handle into his chest.<b>"You've just put at least two large packs on high alert and I'll be the most wanted person within a three state radius after this stunt. All I wanted,"</b>She said, raising her hands to cover her face as she turned and walked toward her car.<b>"Was a nice quiet night, somewhere no one knew my name. I can't fucking win."</b><br/><br/>Leah sighed and dropped her hands, turning to look at the man again.<b>"And if you are my Uncle Randy, then you would respect that."</b>With a long, loaded pause, Leah frowned into the darkness.<b>"How'd my dad die then? And not the bullshit that was in the papers - the real story." </b>Randy would know the truth. He'd been there to see it happen. As a matter of fact, he'd been the only one to see who'd done it. Perhaps that was why Leah had gone into 'the business'. Revenge was a fuel that could make any fire burn, and her's had always burned brightly to kill the man that had taken the life of the greatest love of her life. Her father was her idol. She had always wanted to be like him - smart, funny, witty, sarcastic, kind, warm, loving. He was the best father in the entire world...except for the secrets that he'd held, the truths that had never been real, and the identity that he'd hidden from everyone. Everyone had flaws, though. Those were his.<br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="63" data-username="@Lord Darkshayde" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/63/">@Lord Darkshayde</a>