<Gorim> Phantom Whispers

The sliver of moon that was just overhead, right around where the sun would be if it were noon, provided just enough light for Dru to see. Tricks of the moonlight, neon blobs and other ghostly apparitions danced before her eyes. She blinked rapidly, willing the strange figures to leave her pounding head alone. Dru remembered the nightmares of yesteryear. She could not recall exactly what the nightmares had show-cased, but every time Dru woke up, her mother would run into her room, swoop little Drusilla into her arms and hold her for a few moments. What did you see, Dru, what did you see?

Whatever her answer was--fierce, vampiric monster, or a blood-lusting Career, her mother had always just gently pushed Dru away and with a hard glint in her eye told her to grow up. It was only ever the moon. Alas, the small moment of parental bonding and love that Mrs Charlesburg had experienced with Dru, had quickly come to an end. Fairytales were not the womans style, and finally when Dru turned ten, she stopped having nightmares. The real demons did not hide inside of her, the real demons were the people her father dealt with and Mrs Charlesbug had been so scared her young daughter would discover.

Never leave your room at night, Dru, its simply not safe. That had been one of the few rules the Charlesburg family had drilled into their only child's head. Dru smiled dangerously at the thought of how angry they would be if they discovered what she did so many nights. They were fine with her joining gangs and bullying people, but going out past eleven at night was where they drew the line.

The sound of leaves scratching the Square floor stopped as the wind died down. The sudden lack of noise refocused Dru on her current situation. Her menacing blue eyes flitted about, searching. Dru was absolutely sure she had heard a person, yet very unsure what to do with that information. Running would alert them to her presence and if they had a gun. Not to even mention the strappy, ankle snapping heels Dru had on. They have to go. Dru walked over to the side of a building, pressing her back against it. Thats what cats do. When they feel frightened and know theres something out there, they find a corner to huddle in and stay on the defense.

Dru wasn't much of a cat though. In her mind, there were only two possibilities now. One was to slip away from here, find a more crowded street, and the other was to fight. Dru wasn't as strong as a Career, but she was quick and resourceful. She had pepper spray and a heavy purse to defend herself with. She pondered running back the way she had heard the mysterious stepping noises, screaming bloody murder and trying to seem intimidating. Her eyes sparkled at the thought of her finding some kid stumbling around drunk and making threats. That would be a pleasant surprise.

Powerful. Enticing

Dru liked to sum up people in only a few words. Thats what she thought of the Gould boy. She did not have the pleasure of truly knowing him, only knowing of him. The boy had pedigree--connections to several District One gangs that had ruled the area for generations. Power impressed Dru Charlesburg to the highest extent, immediately her posture was that of a strong, bold woman. She barely even blinked when he indirectly commented on her beauty.

No, the teen was not so used to such compliments that they slid right off of her, no--that was vain and dumb. Flattery was nice, but there was always some sort of price. People seemed to expect that if they commented on your nice smile or pretty eyes, you would immediately say thank you and return the favor by calling there big, ugly nose so dainty, or there oily hair, shimmery. Dru hated lying about such trivial facts as your human skin. She would be the first to admit that sometimes she got carried away, being stuck within a very nice body as she was, but looks didn't matter too much when choosing friends.

Power. Yes, everything came down to power. There was time for play and smiles and false niceties but in the end Miss Charlesburg only ever wanted to rule the world. Control-Freak. Frightening. Those are the two adjectives I would use to describe myself, but here I have an intriguing, dominant acquaintance to entertain. Dru almost wanted to just sigh heavily and go curl up in a ball.

Her walk was supposed to have been about having fun and letting loose, but now she had to spend it trying to be a charming, well-mannered little hooligan. The grey fuzz between white fun and black work was a very confusing area. Work and play always seemed to get caught up in each other. Possibly because I work with a group of happy sadists.

Fancy meeting you here, mister, ahh Gould. Especially during such an exciting hour of the night," Dru commented, smiling and winking at the end. Her voice was too sweet though. Dru had mastered the art of putting emotion into your voice, but now it seems as though emotions drowned out anything she had to say. Half the time, Dru wasn't sure if she meant to be sarcastic or serious because her tones constantly suggested the first...