| Suddenly Helen wished she had paid attention to the fact that she was doing something extremely dangerous in being out and about in New York, the place of the Gathering, unarmed. But she had been in 'shop mode' and the only thing currently on her mind had been finding something suitable to wear to the fashion show tommorow, and not survival, which sould have been her primary concern. She had figured she could walk a couple of blocks to where her car was parked in relative safety. Sure, she might have to kick an ass or two along the way, but all in a nights work for one of the oldest immortals on the face of the earth. What she had not anticipated however, was that she would run into another immortal along the way. What had begun as a night on the town for the Greecian beauty had suddenly turned into a life and death situation. Helen made a split decision to abandon her 300 dollar pair of high heels which she had purchased earlier that year during an excursion to Rome, and began running like hell. She wished she had chosen to wear one of her pantsuits today instead of this dress, which had proven to be cumbersome, and was slowing down her escape. She knew there was a shortcut nearby that would get her to her car that much faster so that she could at least get her sword, but in her apprehension she had made a wrong turn, and instead of going down that particular alley, she had fled down the dead end. "Damn it!" She said as she pounded her fists against the wall which was much to tall for the five foot six woman to scale. Moments later, a figure stepped into the shadows, drawing his sword. Damn it, she thought, I'm going to die and I never even got to wear the dress. Previous Next |