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"Oh Andre!" she giggles, her voice soft and very feminine as she lay intertwined with him, his large hands wrapped around her slender waist. He is not much to look at with freckled skin and wild red hair but he was able to scratch that one particular itch. Running her finger down the blue cotton of his shirt she shifts on the blanket to snatch the blunt from his fingers. He doesn't protest, just chuckles behind her as she takes a deep inhale, holding the smoke as she turns to look at him, her eyes slightly glazed.

"This is good."

She all but purrs as she begins to exhale, making the smoke into ringlets before giggling again. He murmurs something about having only the best as she settles back down. Oh she knew what he carried in his back pocket. The quarter bag of weed they now smoked and several packets of cocaine; the nose never lies and right now she wanted that cocaine. Street value was a little over a G and she wanted it for herself. Repositioning she slides her bare leg up his, knowing that the friction and her close proximity would sucker punch his libido straight to the gutters. Leaning subtly forward she presses her breast against him, her outfit giving him a clear view.

"Andre what were you doing here all by yourself at night. Don't you know monsters come out at night?"

She whispers into his ear, her tongue darting out to taste the flesh. A grimace threatens to ruin the mood, his salty flesh permeated with alcohol, yet she manages to keep her cool and her dinner. "I was supposed to be meeting some chick but she bailed on me. Don't worry babe I got you. Won't no monster mess with you with me around!" He boasts this as if he were someone to fear and instead of voicing her derogatory thoughts she cuddles closer, gripping him tight. Tipping her head up he leans down, brushing his lips across her own. First softly then harder and it was there that the little minx drew the line. She was no prude but she could not...would not sleep with filth! A growl like sound lifts from her mouth, a sound he foolishly mistakes for passion as she begins to get rough. Dainty hands are everywhere until they are not. No, now her fingers are pressing against a pressure point, her superior strength holding him down effortless as his eyes shoot wide, and his body arching stiffly.

A twisted grin appears as she gazes down at him, stuffing the ounces of cocaine in her purse, before wandering off. The wood is thick yet she had no trouble navigating until the scent of blood begins to assault her nostrils. A curious creature by nature she veers off her path, brushing the branches aside until she is upon the makeshift burial site. Well, it wasn't really a burial for the mutilated body was in plain sight. Now who could have...? Drawing closer, careful to avoid the blood soaked earth, she crouches. She appeared to have been mauled but there were still several bite marks, perfectly formed if not a little jagged, that screamed blood sucker. Dipping her finger in the blood, noting that it had not coagulated, meant that the culprit was still around.

Standing back up she began to leave the scene, her curiosity leading her so that she may be able to get a glimpse of the murder(ess). Putting on a little speed, and cursing her choice of heels, she makes it to the park in good time. In just enough time to see that she is the lone figure around. Undeterred she makes her way toward a fence only to clamber atop it. Sweeping her long, ebony hair into a makeshift ponytail...secured with a stick, she pulls the blunt back out. Taking another long drag she sits there, the sweet smoke idling around her as she ponders the murder and the person behind it.

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