We're all rotten, buried and forgotten,

Living it up underground

That leash she bought for her pup was a piece of flaming shit. She cursed as it snapped when puppy Ace decided he wanted to chase after a squirrel with far more strength than she realized he had. Squirrels were the bane of his existence, his mortal enemy. Even being turned into a puppy again after being an aging senior, not much had changed. Well, minus the fact that he could run lightening fast, like it was no one's business. Did Sterling accidently give her pup enhanced abilities? She would need to have a chat with this warlock of hers, but he was probably just as painfully clueless as her. After all, this was all her doing anyways. It was her silver tongue that talked him into going against the laws of nature to begin with.

Harley was not one who believe in rules, she smashed and burned them for sport like an iron hammer to an eggshell. She was not one to ever let someone dictate what to do, or let laws define her. SO why give a flying fuck when the laws of nature told you that when you get old, you must die. She knew Ace, that monster of a black German shepherd was going to face that death sooner than she was ready to say goodbye. Sterling and her might have accidently, almost turned the dog into giant hell beast with a taste for blood, and few other unmentionables. They also might have almost been eaten too. But hey, they fixed it. That's what counted right? When she looked at that little fluffy pup, she did not regret a damn thing.

Daylight felt more welcome these days, especially when it came to avoiding vampires like the fucking plague. You could tell from her pale skin that she was not used to the sun, the clothes she wore were hardly made for these temperatures. Those rips in her black jeans were her only saving grace, and the gray tank she wore, why did she even bring her jacket? It came off only minutes after being outside. She knew at the very least she was safe in the park despite all the people terrorizing her senses.

She hated subjecting herself to this onslaught against her senses. The spitfire much preferred the quietude of night. But then thanks to those vile creatures that dwelled within the night, they ruined it for her. She was like vampire catnip. Why? Hell, if she knew? All and all, it was an okay day, if you liked the crowd the so called 'nice' weather seemed to draw. She was not one of those people.. But she loved her dog.. So here she was.

Only now, she had lost her damn puppy amongst the chaotic bustle of picnics and cheerful mayhem. She couldn't see that big, fluffy black blur anywhere, her gaze scans the chaos, coming up empty. "COME ON, PUPPY ACE." She exclaimed, being ignored by the general populace as she trudged through the crowds. She nearly collided full on into a little bratty child, she only missed it because that filthy small possessed demon spawn screamed. It was a pitch higher than her ears could handle. She physically recoiled and shuddered.. kids.. Gross.

"Puppy ace??" She called out helplessly, she remembered the dread when Ryker held him by the neck and tossed him like a ragdoll across the room. She remembered that sheer despair when she thought he was dead, after all she had went through to prolong his life. She could feel that worry start to trickle back in, that ugly despair seeping in as panic filled her chest. She was not going to lose him like this, even if she had to knock over every damn person here to get to him.

Her severed broken leash hangs lifelessly, pitifully dangling from her hand.

That was when she caught a glimpse of her little hell child in the distance! He was barking at a tree that undoubtedly harboured his mortal enemy. Relief flooded her and she barged forward like a bull in a china shop. That was when she suddenly crashed into a boulder/person who was contently minding their own business. She took her eyes off her pup for two damn seconds to murmur a halfhearted apology toward the young woman. Hey, it was better than what she offered the population at large.

It was long enough to lose him again, Ace was gone. Just like that, poof like god damn magic. Her vibrant violet eyes desperately scan the area once more and failing to catch sight of her ball of terror. "God fucking dammit, Ace." She cursed with feeling. The raven-haired woman slumped her shoulders and huffed out a frustrated sigh, at last throwing her hands in the air. It wasn't all that long ago when her dog was riddled with arthritis, so at least this was better than that. Yet, it still wasn't enough to stop that sensation of wanting to get that damn squirrel and ring its stupid neck, throw it at Ace so they could just go home and call it a day.

Harlequin Ray Westward