<div class="floatleft">(http://allin1dot.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/emily-browning.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Prostitute</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Samantha "Sam"</span></span><br/><em>Walking to Simon's Bull</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105330.msg4571509#msg4571509);<br/>Scene Soundtrack [noembed]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXkB-t1gW4o[/noembed]<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Samantha was a good thirty minutes from the outskirts of town as she walked back from Devil Bat Cave. It was raining and the young prostitute had disregarded her fishnet top and wore a old black hoodie over her bra. The hood was pulled over her long black tresses, as the fabric soaked up the rain.<br/><br/>Her head was down cast as she reached the main road. Her black boots made small splashes in the puddles on the side walk. Over hanging canopies shielded some rain as she headed down. Cape Merrin was like a whore. Cold and bitter, and when the night made its debut she would spread her well worn legs and spew for the cess pool of people.<br/><br/>Sam continued on, the soft glow of street lights and building signs lit the way. It bathed everything in a haze like vision. Much like her memories. She exhaled slowly, her breath visible in the cool night air. Her thoughts drifted back to the night of her rape.<br/><br/>The memoires plagued her. Not because she remembered them vividly, but because they seemed more diluted as she went on in life. In some recollections she would see<em>him</em>as a angelic creature. Swooping down and delivering swift justice to Billy. Other times she remembered<em>him</em>as a demon. Crawling out of Billy's skin and raping her himself.<br/><br/>She could vaguely remember, his name.<em>Azrael</em>. That was it. Samantha glanced up, realizing she had made her way to Cobb Theater all ready. Above the word<em>"Dusk"</em>was imprinted. A new movie, she gathered.<br/><br/>The theater must have released all ready, as swarms of young teenagers pooled out into the side walk and street. Everything seemed to slow down for her. She could see them laughing, and enjoying themselves. It seemed so distant...<br/><br/>"Oh my god! Eddie is like totally hot! I just dig the whole 'tortured Vampire love' thing." A blond girl said, as Sam walked behind her and her brunette friend.<br/><br/>"Like, I know! I just don't know why he wouldn't turn Belle into a vampire. I mean, they are totally in love." the brunette chirped in, the two of them giggling as they walking on.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't mind having Eddie slip into my bed room and give me a little bite." The blond said, giggling.<br/><br/>"Your such a slut! I would just love the chance to live forever. Like, so romantic." the brunette replied.<br/><br/>The two girls glanced back, noticing Sam walking behind them. "Hey. Is that one of those hookers? You know. The ones near that shitty bar.." the Blond leaned into the brunette's ear and whispered.<br/><br/>They both glanced back, then turned around quickly. "I think your right. She looks like one of those teen prostitutes from date line." The brunette commented. "Hey, dare me to ask her?"<br/><br/>The blond girl grinned and nodded.<br/><br/>"Hey, are you like a hooker or somethin'?" The brunette turned around to call out.<br/><br/>They both laughed and then trotted off ahead, not wanting to hear what Sam had to say. Sam lifted her head up, watching them descend into the darkness up ahead. "....yes..." was Sam's reply.<br/><br/>The wind howled as it flung cold rain against Sam's exposed ablaster skin. Her skirt kicking up. She was wearing torn black stockings, but it did nothing to shield the smooth legs from the weather.<br/><br/>Samantha continued up the street, now only a few blocks away from Simon's Bull. It was there that she stopped suddenly. Something did not feel right. Her eyes glanced around in the darkness and took notice as a pool of street rats busted out from a near by alley. within them steppes out a gaunt looking figure. His hat tilts to one side as she could see his face.<br/><br/>He was a wretched looking man. "Good evening, childe." The odd looking man said. "where is you maker? Has he gone off and left you without conveying anything of the rules?” he asked.<br/><br/>Sam stood still. Something felt familiar about him. She did not like the fact that she felt more in his presence then she did with the girls earlier. Her cold blue eyes looked him over. Her hands remained in the pockets of her hoodie, balled into fists. "Who are you....?" she inquired slowly.<br/><br/>“I am Ludolf, and you are leaving messes near my home, little girl. I do not appreciate cleaning up after children who don’t know how to take care of themselves. What do you suppose we do about your little indiscretion at Devil Bat Cave, eh?” came his answer.<br/><br/>Samantha wanted to leave. Wanted to run to Simon's Bull, but curiosity had taken a hold of her. She had never seen one of her kind before. Except for<em>him</em>. "...what rules? I don't have a lot of money. I don't know what you would want..." she said aloud, staring at him directly in the eyes as the pool of rats withered in an orgy of fur around him. Their beady little eyes staring intently at her.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>