The Irony.

Attachment Is Deadly (Chapter 2)

The monster's disguised eyes glowed dimly against the soft beam of broken lights down in the sewer system, watching the new pair's other half and his movements, his actions were looped, he was pacing back and forth in thought. She sat back for a second against the rigid wall and slipped into her own frame of mind, distracting herself from her own destined reality, she knew she would have to leave the sewers again to shift but for now they chose to wait until night, it would be easier with both staying out of sight as well as perking their lurking predatory instincts when it came to tracking down their sleeping prey. Damien had already gone out a couple of times and safely returned back so he could keep an eye on the location of the sun "Not long now until night, Jane." Jane, oh right the fake name she gave him, she had completely forgotten "Good, I'm starting to get sick of this skin." She mumbled, her breath rolling out from between her lips in an annoyed huff, fingers stretching outwards then curling back into the palms of her hands, her senses were itching with angst, she needed to kill and shift again; her hands snaked their way down to her shoe and grasped the handle to her knife, twisting it eagerly in excitement for when the time finally came for her to kill and change.

It was about an hour and a half before Damien had returned with good news "It's dark, let's go." Quiniel turned to him then smiled deviously, the evil intentions as bright as her beaming, silver, shifter opticals; her killer instincts pursued as she followed after Damien up the ladder to head for the 'over-world'. Damien was correct, it was pitch black, only lit up by a few scattered street lights, most of them broken or dimly pulsating which added to the whole calming night atmosphere with the near-empty roads that somewhat comforted the two shifters "So, where to Damien?" She questioned quietly, her voice forming more of a hiss to each 's' that she spoke, "I'll show you, follow me." He spoke into the quiet darkness of night, leading Quiniel down to the small and bare house 'complex' at the outskirts of the town whilst passing the casual junkie who would glare them down as they wandered past, though they would simply retort back with a punking jolt forward towards them side by side which would scare them enough to keep their nose out of the shifters' business. Reaching the complex not long after starting the journey, they turned subtly towards one another "Which house?" "The second last one." They conversed, Quiniel nodded to Damien's directions and lurked up to the broken fence that faintly outlined the property, gripping her hands over the loose structure of fencing and threw her legs up and over, clearing it completely then falling quietly yet roughly onto the ground on the other side, "Are you okay?" Damien questioned, Quiniel dusted her hands off and turned back whilst a thumbs up was clear towards him through the dark "Alright." He replied, following less quietly with shoving his shoes between the fence's wires to gain footing before launching his body upwards and over, spreading the fall weight throughout his whole body by performing a roll once he came into contact with the ground, Quiniel winced at the sound he made, placing a finger up to her lips to quieten him down before sighting a light inside the house being turned out, she cursed quietly under her breath before grasping Damien's arm harshly and pulling him to the nearest place to hide, inside a clutch of bushes that the owner had on their property as a make-shift garden of sorts. Their eyes followed a shadowed figure approaching the back door of their house, Quiniel quickly thought of a plan "Damien." Damien angled his head towards her "Yeah, Jane?" Quiniel turned her glare back towards the person as they slowly and cautiously stepped out into the yard "We could ambush this person if we can get into their house, just be quiet, and make sure they don't spot us with that flashlight, otherwise they will alert others in the neighborhood." Quiniel ordered almost silently, Damien nodded and gazed with predatory eyes before following Quiniel's lead, lurking from shadow to shadow to make their way into the back door and instantly behind a wall nearby to hide once the owner was far enough away from the entrance, pacing the yard out of paranoia.