Started and failing as I land with a soft thud on the floor board of the backseat of my ride, I wince not only from the impact but the hateful tune that dare insult my ears. My eyes flashing with what could only be define as pure hatred, I sit up quickly, ready to chew out my ghoul's failed job at driving me to my next caffine fix. Staring for a second before dropping my head back down, I try to rationalize why there was a strange woman driving my car.

'Where is Racheal and who is this whore ruining my rest?' Gritting my teeth, I force myself to keep calm as my hand opens the compartment under the back seat, normally meant for wine glasses, to remove my handgun. My fingers wrapping around the steel tightly, I close my eyes to force the horrible sound from messing with the melody swirling in my head.

Taking a deep breath, I press the button to signal the glass between the driver's area and the backseat to rise slowly, ready for the assault of horrible music. Taking a deep breath to try and steel my nerves, I sit up quickly, gun pointed at the side of the driver's head.

'I may not be the best with a gun, but at this range...who could miss?'

"Get the fuck out of my car."



(Seriously >_> Someone should check the backseat before stealing my car!)