"He was crying Luis, he is scared." She looked at the lifeless form sitting over the roof as he looked down at the nightlife that went on under them like traffic of cattle being herded into the building they were above. She looked down without anything else to say. A glimmer of anger showing in her tone as she took a step forward and then called out once more now.
"Luis? Are you even listening to me? Do you even care about Travis?" she looked at the back of his head and wondered what he was thinking about. Wondering if he was even there to care anymore, wondering if he was or at least still had a hint of humanity left inside him. But he remained motionless as he watched a kid try and get passed the bouncers.
Like a gargoyle, he watched them, under him like flies to a spider's web he had created. Sasha looked at him as she stepped back. "Do I need to remind you that Travis has helped us get where we are?" she spat that out quickly to try and bring life into the vampire before her. "Shut up" he spoke softly as he turned his head and glared at her with green eyes. He moved now and stood in front of her, she felt the shadow tendrils start to move around him as he floated to her.
He was wearing his black training pants and sandals. He had no shirt on, which showed his scars from numerous battles from his mortal life, staining his perfect body as it did. He moved to her slowly, his glare still emanating as he came about an inch from her face.
"Do you realize that he has gone AWOL? He isn't what he was like before" she gulped down as he spoke. "He is a nut job, honestly I would feel better if he was put down, but I know you wouldn't want that now would you?" he spoke clearly.
She stepped back and took a breath, a breath she didn't need, but she did anyway as the shadows moved around her. One tentacle of the shadow began to slowly climb up her side and wrap itself around her neck. She didn't move nor did she show any fear about that now. She stared him down as he looked down to her clothing for tonight.
Sporting her white tank top and black skirt, she looked like a little sixteen-year-old. Luis tilted his head as he sniffed her softly, holding his arms out around her and wrapping her in his embrace. He pulled her close and let her soft breasts get softly pressed under his closeness to her.