The Rift ~ a LООПΔ vampire/Supernatural AU~

Chapter Trei (3) Swansong

Later that night,Busan.

The enclosed beach is eerie silent. The bright ball that is the moon hungs ominously in the sky. Crashing against the shore,small waves wash the night's debris onto the land. Untouched golden sand covers the floor as far as Jinsol's odd-eyes of black and blue can see. Soothing,gentle sea breeze rustles through her brown-blackish shoulder-length hair.

Sensing a thirst,she pulled out a bloodbox from one of her pocket and sip it dry while deep in thought,conversing.

this midnight...you better be right this time.

Well,according to my calculation,this is the day.

You said it six times already in the past six days,Blacktide. i'm starting to doubt your ability in lunar movement calculation.

She's an elusive one. patience is required.

And am starting to run out of it. gonna head to someplace where i can speak with non-supernatural being...for the sake of my sanity.

Jinsol then crumpled the juicebox in her hand,take a step back and aim towards the sea in front of her.

Don't you Dare

Right...i keep forgetting you love the sea so much.

Humans...such an undisciplined,filthy creature. Forgetful also.

What? Think you remember everything? What i ate during breakfast then? Hm?!

Does it matter?

She turned around and kept the litter in her blue jeans pocket for now. pleased to tease the vampiric-aquatic soul that reside within her. She made sure not to speak it in her mind,unless Blacktide will hear it,took all the fun out it,Jinsol concur.

As she walked leaving the beach behind,entering the now-not-so crowded streets of Busan,seeking any establishment that still open for business at this hour,to sit down and waits for the midnight. The rush for the hunt always amused Jinsol,but the wait for it are not so much. Almost unbearable even,she's not the type of person who'll just sit and wait for the opportune moment,she love to seize it immediately.

She walk past a building,some sort of a bar maybe,judging from the outside. The sort of place runned by local gangster or such,the vibe of it was apparent,judging by the entrance that was guarded by a pair of burly,intimidating (or seemingly trying to intimidate other passerby) man dressed in floral-pattern shirts. Jinsol,being the natural trickster that she is,oddly attracted to this place.

"Whaddya lookin' at girlie?" said one of the sentry with a thick Busan accent,glaring a hole to Jinsol's eyes of brown and soft-blue,the color of shallow sea bathed in sunlight.

"is that how you speak to a potential customer?" she replied,with a snickering smile

"ease up ya punk. Sorry ma'am,he's new guy 'round here,if ya wanna enter,lemme see your ID. Yer lookin' young,can't let underage lass enter. 'tis the rule" Said the other,more sensible goon. Jinsol then reached to her blue jeans pants and produce her ID from her wallet. "all set,ya can come in. 'ave fun,and stay outta trouble" the goon said,gave back Jinsol's ID and opened the door.

Musky scent of air made of cigarette's smoke and various kind of alcoholic beverages ambushed Jinsol's nose as she entered.

Yep,this is a local gangster-run bar alright. she muttered to herself as she looked around the premise,looking for vacant seats,among the crowds of equally questionable looking man and woman. But one thing in particular grabbed her utmost attention,a voice,a singing young woman dressed as equally charming as her voice was,black flowing dress,long wavy hair and all that proper attire. Sorrowful sounding tune emanating from her,accompanied by a sole pianist on the stage.