There was a soft squeak that escaped her as the can of pepper spray yanked from her grasp.<i>He</i>stood close to her, not her previous assailant, and<i>he</i>was close enough that she could see the very same color in his eyes that she saw in her own every single time she looked in the mirror.  Who was he?<i>What</i>was he? And why had he followed her tonight, of all nights? Charlotte was lost in thought as he repeated her question, once, twice, and then.....<br/><br/><i>I don't think you need to know.</i><br/><br/>His reply sounded swift and sharp in her ears, almost a final, resolute statement that gave her no room for rebuttal. But Charlotte knew better. She said as much to him too.<br/><br/><b>"You don't think I need to know?"</b>Charlotte laughed, more nervous than entertained.<b>"Who are you? God?"</b>There was something about her questions that made her hesitate, but the alarm that settled in the back of her mind went ignored mostly. She believed in the modern supernatural - witches, werewolves, vampires, and all that jazz - after what happened to her several month ago, but taking things up a notch? To include demons and angels and the fallen? That was a stretch. It was impossible.<br/><br/><i>But what if they are really really real, Charlotte?</i>The thought roared to life inside of her head, and Charlotte flinched slightly outward toward<i>him</i>. She caught herself as she stumbled forward, muttering a soft curse as she did so.<br/><br/><b>"Clumsy. No wonder you're an easy target, Char."</b>Her eyes were on her feet, but she quickly glanced up at<i>him</i>once she was firmly planted on her two feet again.<b>"I think I can decide what I need and what I don't need, thank you. You can chose whether or not to answer, that's your prerogative. It'll make your life easier though,"</b>Charlotte lifted her head high proudly, her blue eyes locking with his again.<b>"I've been told I'm rather persistent."<br/>
</b><br/>Tiptoeing toward the street, Charlotte made a move to escape from the confines of Hell - the area between the wall and his disappointment. There was something about the way that he spoke to her that made her cringe - the tone of his voice made her want to do more to change his opinion of her. She was not like the rest.<i>She was not a sheep.</i><br/><br/><b>"I'm wandering alone at night because of you, if you must know."</b>She stated matter of factly, turning her back toward the side walk. She walked backwards a few steps, tossing her hands up in the air as she tried to explain.<b>"I am smarter than the rest of them, hence why I'm here and not at home. I'm the only one that remembers you, but I'm not the only one that knows you exist. You cover your tracks really, really well, don't you? Did you know that it has taken me three months to even get a <i>lead on you</i>?"</b><br/><br/>Charlotte laughed nervously again before continuing.<b>"Now you're here, in front of me, and you won't tell me what you are? Do you even have a name or do they not give you one? Is that not part of your 'culture' or whatever the hell you'd call it? Or, even better,"</b>She raised a finger and pointed it at him quickly.<b>"Maybe you'll decide that I don't need to know that either. Huh. You've just...you've just got it all figured out."</b><br/><br/>The wind rustled and blew her hair in front of her, the long brunette waves impairing her eye sight slightly for a few moments.<b>"You're not the boss of me, GI Joe. I'm going to Navy Pier and getting some answers, unless you want to make things easier on me, and provide them yourself. Count yourself lucky that I've not gone to the authorities about what happened three months ago. I know you know I was there. Why else would you be here now?"</b><br/><br/>Tag:<a class="username" data-user-id="376" data-username="@EchoOfADream" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/376/">@EchoOfADream</a>