Waiting for her reply, she continued through the traffic amidst the blaring hones around her. Instead of words she found a hand on her neck. For a moment, she thought about making another turn, but decided against it. After all, her life was closely linked to that of the car and the most unwilling passenger. “I can die no more than you can die, you crazy bitch.” It was the exact thing she was beginning to fear. She’d found a fellow kindred. It was unfortunate because mortals were so much easier to scare.
“I should have shot you when I had the chance. We both would have still walked away, but I wouldn’t’ have to deal with your hideous face anymore…after all, the drive’s face is more likely to get ruined in any accident. And after I was done with whatever was left of it, I will drag your limp corpse to the court and demand reparations from a piece of trash like you.”
All but the woman’s last words rang hollow. Trash she wasn’t, and it was sort of a touchy thing for her. “So all you care about is the damn car?” Perhaps the woman behind Kelly wasn’t looking anymore, but the visage that Kelly wore had shifted. No longer was it merely a joy ride that might end well for her, but more a test. “So what will you do if I shoot up the back seat then? What if I shoot out the front window? Do you know how hard it is to get a replacement without the humans finding you? And damn well, you know Rachel will report it missing…” Slowly, Kelly began to tune out the obviously frustrated ranting of the, probably some snobbish clan like Toreador or Ventrue, kindred behind her.
For a moment the ranting paused and she almost thought she could hear teeth grating against one another. She smiled. “So are you so angry and reluctant because you know now that you would lose your car if you agreed to take the wager?”
At this point most of the cars had been veering away from them, but that was no fun. Swerving left, she cut in front of a semi tractor trailer. The loud horn sounded as it wasn’t the vehicle to more quickly. “You know the more mortals look into the whole affair, the more likely they are to find us behind this ‘masquerade’. She slammed on the brake for a second, before accelerating again. “I’m not some trash you can turn your nose up at. If you hadn’t noticed we’re still in one piece.”
The truck in front of her continued to lay in on his horn hoping she would move. “That also means I’m not crazy, just talented.” The truck was almost right on top of them when she turned the steering wheel. Onto the entry ramp she had come up early. “Why is it so difficult for some of you ignorant people to appreciate talent when you see it.?” Going at least 50 miles per hour on the curved ramp, she continued to accelerate hugging the inside curb.
“You might want to fasten your seat belt for this leg of the trip.”
Tue Dec 29, 2009 5:41 pm by 
Subject: Really... Trash? 
