"I don't want to go!" Star's whine was sent, piercing, through my ears. She struggled, trying to pull her arm from my grasp. I looked up, thankful for the sun shining brightly down on us. If it had been even a little cloudy, I couldn't have even moved Star. But now, I pulled her after me like a rag doll.
"Come on, you have to go!" I gritted my teeth, pulling harder and harder. Even though Star was weakened by the sun, she was still a stubborn little vampire.
"I'm - not - going - to - the -rapist's - office!"
Her comment sent shock through me. I let go of her hand and she stumbled back a little bit. "The what?" I asked, out of breath.
"The rapist! Therapist, the-rapist? Get it?"
My eyes rolled in my head. "He's not a rapist," I said. "Now --"
"How do you know? How do you know he's not a rapist?" Star asked, struggling again.
"Oh my goodness! Will you please just go today? Please? Who knows? You might actually like it."
"Psh, whatever." She sighed. "Fine. I'll go."
A relieved sigh passed from my lips. "Thank you," I said. "Let me know when you're done, okay?"
"Bye," I said. With that, I left Star to her own devices.
Please don't let her kill anyone.
* * *
Star stared at the large building in front of her. It looked normal, but everything had it's apperances, she knew this. Still, this wasn't the place she wanted to spend her Saturday. She's rather have spent it with Jason. With his arms around her... holding her close...
Star's head snapped towards the sound. Her highly sensitive ears picked up the sound of metal scraping against the floor, and two voices talking. Someone was already inside. Feeling as though she'd regret this later, Star stepped inside.
A long, dark hallway led to a single door. Star walked quickly down that lonesome hallway, her high heeled boots clicking loudly on the floor. She put her hand on the doorknob, pushed the door open, and walked in.
She had just enough time to relish in the darkness -- and her renewed strength -- before someone jumped her.
Star was thrown against the wall, her head cracking it's surface. A knife was held at her throat. Star stared at the girl who pressed the knife against her throat. This girl was tall -- everyone was tall to Star -- nearly a foot taller than Star was. Her dark raven hair was slightly dishelveld and her body was covered in scars. Her gold eyes stared steadily into Star's metallic silver one's.
"Who are you?" The girl's voice didn't shake. When Star didn't answer, the girl pressed the knife harder to her throat. "Who. Are. You?"
"Riley, please," a man's voice said. The girl, Riley, whipped her head around, glaring at the man who'd spoken. "How do you know my name?" she growled at him.
The man smiled and held up a file.
While Riley was distracted, Star bared her fangs and bit into the girls arm. Riley jerked her arm back, surprised, as Star spun her around. Now, Star had Riley pressed against the wall. Star had knocked Riley's knife out of her hand; it skidded across the smooth floor.
"Girls, girls," the man said. "Please refrain from killing each other for the time being."
"Talk to her," Star said, nodding towards Riley. "She started it."
"Would you please let her go?"
Star turned to Riley, eyes narrowing. She held on a few seconds longer before finally letting go. She turned and walked towards the old chairs that formed a circle in the center of the room.
"So," she asked. "When do we start?