<div class="floatleft">(http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/8529/youcanbreathebykaleidos.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>Curiously Watching</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=105330.msg4571509#msg4571509);<br/>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6DYrBZx5I0)[/noembed]<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Sam watched curiously as Reggy seemed to stumble over his words. It was clear that he was concerned for the rat. The vampire's keen nose could smell the interesting blood that poured from the wound that the rodent had sustained. She pondered why the boy cared so deeply for the creature. As Reggy offered his poncho to her she only stood there for a few seconds, before taking the rough fabric.<br/><br/>The poncho was a little big on her, and made her seem more childish then womanly. "Thank you..." she whispered in her hauntingly soft voice. As Reggy busied himself with the bike's lock, Sam turned around to gaze back down the rain slick streets. She could see the water gushing down the drains, as if the city was desperate to clean the filth that infested it's core. Looking up Sam could tell it was early morning, and she was far from her sanctuary. She would need a place to stay, and soon.<br/><br/>So quietly the girl turned back to Reggy. "I do not have a place to stay." She began, "May I follow you?" her question was rather innocent, as if she did not think it was strange for her to ask such a thing. Sam had fed more then enough tonight and was sated for the night. Her concern now was to find a place to hide from the sun.<br/><br/>The small girl approached Reggy whom had gotten his lock undone and was about to leap onto his bicycle. Her arms were at her side, hidden behind the large poncho. Those ice blue eyes making contact with his once more. Wet strands of black hair clung to her face as the messy pig tails hung limp with water. She truly had no where to go. Staying at the theater would be dangerous and the Sanctuary was too far on the outskirts of town for her to make it back safely. She was, after all, truly alone in this city...