Fantasy Wings (1x1 with Pumpkin Spice Cyanide)

[Rayvin]

The night had been long and Ophelia stumbled out of one of the local bars by her lonesome. "Where.." she huffed, feeling a little disoriented while looking around outside. An acquaintance from work had invited her out.. This was the last thing she really expected. She knew she was going to a bar that evening but she hadn't been expecting the games and.. the strength of the alcohol too.

Now she had been left alone and she was feeling claustrophobic in the building. She tried to find her phone for the time and to call one of her 'friends' but she struggled to pick it up from her clutch purse. She felt the chill of the autumn air brush over her as she stood outside and fumbled with her phone. It was 2 AM now. There was a quiet groan from her as she dropped her shoulders. She started to walk to the parking lot where she had carpooled with a small group of people.

 

[Pumpkin Spice Cyanide]

Amy was having a rather uninteresting night. They'd done their usual prowling and web making from vip but hadn't come across much beyond the casual debauchery that felt so common place now. Mindless self-indulgence can only get someone so far before it too becomes mundane.
After having sat in their vehicle in the parking garage ruminating for nearly an hour, they finally left.
Passing by, Amy noticed Ophelia walking alone, their supernatural senses detecting her unease.
Generally, the vile probabilities for a woman walking alone at night sat perfectly well with a creature like Amy.

Tonight however, the monotony had dulled their diabolical nature. The prospect of offering Ophelia a ride provided a welcome change of pace, an open ended opportunity for a bit of novelty.

After a century or two occupation, the vessel, though still mesmerizingly feminine and bewitching, had betrayed the guise it was intended to afford.
It's once lovely vocals had given way to the exorcistic growl of the current occupant.


Amy asked the chauffeur to pull up next to Ophelia and, rolling down the rear window, asked her plainly.
"Do you need a ride?"
The dark of their voice being countered by a strange sultryness to it.

 

[Rayvin]

Ophelia, having her back towards the voice, spun around and stumbled to her right. Her heels clacked against the pavement before stopping suddenly. "A ride? Um.." She came face to face with the voice. The features of this person seemed to waver as she tried to focus. She noticed white hair to start as she looked over the figure. "Yes please.." She slurred a little. All she was wanting was a hot bath and bed. The voice although mysterious seemed to pull her in.

Her lowered inhibitions prevented her from seeing any possible danger in this situation. On a normal day, she would have never and walked all the way home. "I-I think I got left behind.." Ophelia stuttered and let her shoulders slump once more before staring down at the pavement.

How could they have left her behind? They didn't even say anything to her. The more she thought about it, the sadder she felt.