Roughly, Leah was pushed into the vehicle and instead of jumping back out of it, she sat down and buckled her seat belt quickly. The yellow eyed men roared with distaste as the truck quickly pulled out of the lot and Leah let out a sigh of relief. They'd made it out without seriously harming anyone else, from the looks of where the revolver had struck, and for that, Leah was quite grateful. Violence was not the answer that she'd been looking for her entire life, but it had been the answer that had been forced upon her as she searched for purpose. The roads were pitch black, but that was fine with Leah. It meant that she didn't have to look at Uncle Randy as he told the story of her father's demise. It meant he wouldn't see her tears if they happened to be shed.<br/><br/>As Randy started in on her comments about his actions, Leah attempted to get a few words in herself, but was quickly shut down as he continued right in on the story of her father's untimely death. Leah closed her partially open mouth, her eyes staring out the large front window of the truck, watching the lines on the road pass underneath the vehicle. She couldn't look out the passenger window. It was much too dark for that. So she kept forward, doing her best to listen and not interrupt until he was finished. The story he told was not one that she was entirely expecting nor was it one that she hadn't thought of. Of course, it had been his job that had done her father in. It was the same job that had killed Jonathan too. The illumination inside of the cab caused Leah to wince slightly, but she didn't look at Uncle Randy. Instead, she turned her head to the passenger window and stared outside blankly. Awareness of her own hurt tears had her rubbing at her eyes slightly, the unexpected emotions taking her somewhat by surprise. Randy didn't need to see that. It was obvious that he was dealing with his own guilt over the entire thing. As they pulled into the seedy motel, Leah hopped out of the truck, staring at her feet before muttering a quick,<b>"Thank you."</b>to her Uncle before she followed him inside.<br/><br/>She took the bed, just as he'd directed, but Leah had no intention of going back to the life he'd wanted her to live. There was no coming back from seeing her best friend die; there was no coming back from being a murderer and watching family members perish by the hands of those monsters she had hunted down for years. When they finally settled down and said their good nights, Leah had one question that she asked her Uncle Randy.<b>"You sure they all died? Every single one of them?"</b>There was a restless feeling in the back of her mind that told her whatever answer he'd give her wasn't entirely the truth, but she'd at least take him on his word for now. She had no reason to not trust him. He was her Uncle Randy, after all. He'd known her father's real name and the details of his death were too descriptive for him to be anyone else.<br/><br/>She waited patiently for him to fall asleep before she took action. Leah grabbed her shoes and slid them on as quietly as she possibly could. She tiptoed around the room looking for the keys to his truck, and when she finally found them, she grabbed them off of the table and swiftly exited the motel room. The parking lot was mostly empty, the place was quiet because everyone was asleep at this hour, and Leah rolled her eyes. There was no way she was listening to anything Uncle Randy advised her to do. There were too many vampires that she needed to take her grief out on, even if they weren't associated with the death of her father. Approaching the truck, Leah looked through the keys, trying to figure out which one might open the door. She tried the first one, then the second, then the third without any success. Frowning, she attempted the forth, only to look up to see someone watching her from in front of the motel.<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>