The Dark Man

Bradley's shower was utter shite. in fact most the place was except for the living room, Morgan wondered if it was all part of his snare into capturing and **** women but... she got distracted watching the congealed red wash out of her ivory hair and pale skin spin down the drain.

She found some women's clothes in the back, she tried a few of them on but they didn't really fit, Morgan was feeling a little bloated having so much Bradley bubbling inside of her, but eventually found something.

Morgan sighed, looking at the yellow sundress with a hint of disgust, she wasn't a fan of bright colours, still, it was better than her blood-covered hoodie and skirt, hey at least she had a good 2000 dollars, 1000 on the table and another in Bradley's wallet, she could buy better clothes.

The Street was dark and quiet, Morgan was sure that she'd like Harper if she hadn't devoured a man in it, living where you eat always did bring a special distaste, but the town was nice, if not apparently quite boring bt the look.

Still, when she got to the station, paying for another ticket and taking her seat, she watched the town ride by in the darkness with an odd kind of longing, one that she could not pinpoint as she slipped the headphones to her cassette player over her ears.

Morgan felt nothing but the rickets tipple the heavy train coach, her eyes half open as she huffed leaning her head against the window and feeling it lightly knock against her snowy curls, her eyes closing momentarily-!!!

Her eyes flew open, the girl turning to stare up at the presence looming over her.

Morgan stared wide-eyed, seeing the thing that stood at the other end of the seat, tall like a tower, dark... no, black, black as night, so much so that it's skin whirled like shadowed smoke, it's eyes two orbs that burned like hellfire.

"You hear me, Ma'am?"

But when Morgan blinked.... she saw that it was not some evil monster... but a sharply dressed man, with a very bored expression, stubbled, holding a black suitcase tightly in his white fingers.

"No...." Morgan replied.

The Man rubbed his eyes, He looked like He hadn't slept in days "Well weren't you listening?" He asked a little coyly in a deep, smooth American tone.

"Nope." She confirmed.

He huffed "I asked if I could sit here?"

"Are you going to try and **** me? because I killed the last guy that tried that with my mind then ate him."

One might see that as a red flag, she wasn't even really trying to scare this tall, handsome and very dark man away, it was more that she was just too tired to lie, which she found difficulty doing anyway.

But this man, easily Bradlet's opposite in appearance, merely chuckled "I mean, My wife would probably kill us both if either of us tried any of those things so... no, look I can sit somewhere else. Have a Nice night ma'am-"

Morgan took her bag and moved it out of the way, huffing as the man smirked, taking a seat next to her. He moved very carefully, like every action he did was orchestrated, nothing was natural, but planned and packaged by his brain to be precise and perfect.

this is why she stared as He placed his bag down and looked at her, smiling "I don't suppose you can watch my bag for me, it's very old and if I lose it my Pops will kill me?"

He was very polite, but in a lazy kind of way despite his movements "Sure."

Nodding, the dark man, opened the little table in front of him and with one last grim, slumped violently into it, his head thwacking on the planting as He immediately broke into a gentle snore.

"hmmm." Morgan hummed, sitting back in her chair, and staring up at the roof of the coach, closing her eyes and trying to let Kashmir rock her into a sleep, where hopefully she'd have a bit more of a badass dream.