Tossing the cloth over her shoulder she lamented the fact that she didn’t have any wax to put an even better shine on the car. She should have worked up at least a little bit of a sweat, but that was only if she had active and living sweat glands. But that was the blessing of being Kindred. An eternal creature of the night was what some of those idiots called them. She hadn’t lived it long enough to know if it was truly a blessing or a real curse yet. Either way, she had had her fun for the evening. She needed to go find some work, or at least try to catch up with somebody in the town that could pay her. Living wasn’t too much of a problem, but she was still trying to order some of the parts she needed. Either way, the sports car look probably wouldn’t be best.

Leaning against the car from the passenger side, she scanned the street looking for an idea. What did the business people down here drive when they had business to take care of? As if fate, or maybe it was just circumstance, provided her an answer and at the same time an opportunity. Stepping out of a silver car was almost undeniably a very well off woman. All she needed to see of her was the blouse and skirt she was wearing to accept her as a business woman, but the car was a completely different story. She’d only read about them. The twin “R”s was dead give away and almost was enough to make her jaw drop.

It was an amazing beauty of a vehicle, the paint caught the moonlight as it was as simple as catching a tossed ball. This was clearly an imported Phantom, and it was just perfect for what she was looking for. Maybe it was a little too up scale for her, but she didn’t care too much at the moment. She couldn’t help but desire the car. As she unconsciously started to take steps toward the vehicle, she could hear the gentle and tuned purr of the engine still running. At this point, she would have normally figured something was wrong and that it was more than likely some sort of trap, but this was a Rolls Royce Phantom. Who cared if this was a trap?

Gathering her composure and nerve, Kelly choose her steps carefully to avoid the woman as she seemed to walk into the Starbucks across from where the car had been pulled over. Barely avoiding the proverbial drooling, she lightly ran her fingers across a frosted strip that ran along the side of the car. As her hand came to the handle of the driver side door, she eager gave it a light tug and was elated as it swung open asking her to have a seat. Smoothly as if she was meant to drive the car she slid her body in along the leather seats and settled in. She smiled almost as if it were some sort of drug bringing her the fix she didn’t know she craved. She softly ran her hand over the gear shift as if to say hello to a new friend. She calmly and casually introduced her foot to the gas pedal in a way almost completely opposite as the way she had with the previous sports car. The same shimmering blue sports car that she had just finished wiping and cleaning, she was utterly and completely forgetting about.

The vehicle cradled her body as she showed it some love through a few turns and around block or two. Smiling softly, she spoke almost a whisper, “Let’s have some fun love.” She turned on the radio and eagerly changed the station to something a bit harder and more interesting than the classical garbage that the station was set to. As she came off the ramp, she found a more familiar song to her liking. With a smile on her lips she let her foot sink to the floor. With the engine obeying her command, she sang along with the radio.

"Black panties with an angel face. I see magic in your eyes, I hear magic in your sighs. Just when I think I'm gotta get away, I hear those words that you won't say. Abara abracadabra."

'Tonight was turning out to be one hell of a night, what could go wrong?' she thought to her self as she breezed past the evening traffic as if they were standing still.


((OOC: The song she is listening to is Abracadabra redone (I think, it's a remake) by Sugar Ray. ))