Sunset Coven 3

Not much happens in this.
Just entered a new character. Do what you please with him.
Can't wait to see your description of him.
Wonder if Jime's just going to drain those guys or leave them alive...

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Six hours, fourteen minutes, and twenty-six seconds until the first spark of daylight. Suri slouched in the passenger seat of old Jack and propped her vintage boots up on the dash board. Might as well get a moments sleep before she had to take over and fight off wolves and god only knows what else while Jime was dead to the world.

When Jime came rolling into her home over a year ago, she saw it as a golden opportunity. Not only did she want to try something new, experience the world (though tagging along with Jime was biting off a bit more than she wanted to chew), but she had a feeling that her aunt would need her sooner or later. Jime was growing tired and relentless lately. Whatever it was she was searching for must be one hell of an object. Or person.

Suri stole a glance at her aunt, who was still rocking out to old ass rock music on HER iPod that Jime paid for with HER money, before closing her eyes. Never for a single second did she believe she needed to protect her, even during her down time. You don't get to be a 900 plus old Vampire without learning more than a few tricks. As far as she knew, besides Sexy-Beast -- her nickname for the oldest lore creature ever-- Jime was one of the oldest and strongest. The others had died off over the centuries because of war, hunger, and insanity. And that right there was the problem.

"So I mastered a new spell," Suri spoke loud enough tp be heard over the music. That wasn't a surprise. Her natural gift in magic made it as easy for her to master spells as a Hellion to breath fire.
"It's not another nursery rhyme, is it?"
Was that a note of sarcasm she heard in Jime's voice? She sucked her teeth.
"Is it useful? You last spell was a joke. "
"My last spell got Jack to start. Depends on what you consider useful."
"Well the spell before that set my jacket on fire."
"I put it out."
"And that spell left me leaking waters for hours."
Suri opened her eyes and turned to her aunt.
"It's a truth spell. One designed specifically to interrogate those creatures of the lore who have a shield against certain magic."
Jime tapped her fingers to the beat of the song against the steering wheel. "They have a shield, so why would this work?"
Suri dropped her feet and sat up rod straight. "Are you doubting my skills?"
Jime smirked. "Not everything you come up with works the way it's suppose to. You create a spell designed to tell the truth and instead everything the creature says is a lie. Or better yet, you wipe their memory." When Suri sulked she laugh. "Oh come on baby niece, you know I'm right."
Natural talent her sobrina may possess, which made her one of the strongest witches in the lore, but young she was. She had yet to realize that the control she possessed now, while insanely good, wasn’t enough when it came to certain spells. She’d witness the damage poor control can have on witches and those they have casted the spell upon.

Instead of cursing or hitting Jime as she wanted to --she wasnt stupid. Niece she may be, but that only meant being drained of her life blood quick and painfully instead of slow and painfully -- she snatched her iPod off the dock, opened the car door, and chucked it out.

They rode silently for a few moments before Jime spoke. " You know that was yours right?"
The hiss the came from Suri was enough to make a vampire cry. Jime wiped fake tears from her eyes.

"I'm getting hungry," Jime said an hour later as she
pulled into the parking lot of a ranky-dank side road dinner called, "Mo's Big Meat."

"Now that sounds very appetizing," Suri said with a yawn. She blinked her eyes rapidly trying to dislodge the sleep. Her nap wasn't as long as she would have liked it, but it was enough to carry her through the next 24 hours. The neon glow clock on Jack's dashboard read 2:43AM. “Lets make this quick. You have less than four hours.”

Jime flicked her hair over his shoulder and adjusted her shades. Suri wasn’t sure why she ever wore shades. It’s not like she ever got to see the sun. All she did was waste money buying the designer glasses. “What’s the point of wearing those?” Suri said.

Jime titled her head and looked at Suri. “Bait.”
Suri raised a perfectly arched brow.
“We’re on a hunting trip, luv. Know what we’re hunting?”
That much was easy to figure out. “Him.”
Jime smiled. “Yep. Him. A big, strong, muscled bound, perfectly chiseled and arrogant man. Nothing attracts a man of his nature faster than a sexy woman in designer clothing, “she ran her hands over her womanly curves, “driving a classic car. It’s the perfect combination of everything a man wants. Nothing a man can resist.” To prove her point, she flickered her eyes over to one of the cars parked in the lot.

Without being obvious, Suri followed her gaze and caught sight of two buff, bulky, motor-head-dip-shits, who had exited Big Meat when they pulled up. The men were staring over a them, desire sparkling deep in their eyes. A look Suri had witness more times than she wanted over the last year. And like every other -motor-head-dip-shit, these two had the look that told her someone would be hurt tonight. And it wouldn’t be her or Jime. “Don’t catch rabies.” Closing her car door, Suri walked into Mo’s Big Meat. Right into Toren, the dragon warlord. "Fuck!"