( Lydia's life has been at the hands of many people β werewolves, psychotic serial killing lizard ex-boyfriends, whatever the hell it was that Jennifer Blake actually turned out to be, but none of those are as terrifying as the gun that's currently pointed in her direction.
There's nothing she can possibly do to defend herself from a gun, and she knows that. One pull of this stranger's finger and she'd be dead on the ground before anybody even knew what was happening behind the closed door.
She could scream. After all, she is a banshee. She could scream and everyone within a mile radius would hear her; everyone in the motel would come running, but something tells her that the trigger would be pulled the second she took in a deep breath.
Thinking her life more important, and hoping that the man in front of her isn't hoping to kill a teenage girl today, Lydia holds up a hand, reaching into the pocket of her shorts with the other. Inwardly, she thanks whatever God that might exist that she decided against wearing a dress on a day where she's done nothing but sit in a car all day.
When she lifts her arm back up, she's holding a key with the room number of the room they're in, B12. )
They must have double booked us. ( Lydia holds it forward, offering it to him to show that she didn't break into his room.
As if she would break into a place like this. ) I can just go get another one. We don't even have to mention .. this.
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There's nothing she can possibly do to defend herself from a gun, and she knows that. One pull of this stranger's finger and she'd be dead on the ground before anybody even knew what was happening behind the closed door.
She could scream. After all, she is a banshee. She could scream and everyone within a mile radius would hear her; everyone in the motel would come running, but something tells her that the trigger would be pulled the second she took in a deep breath.
Thinking her life more important, and hoping that the man in front of her isn't hoping to kill a teenage girl today, Lydia holds up a hand, reaching into the pocket of her shorts with the other. Inwardly, she thanks whatever God that might exist that she decided against wearing a dress on a day where she's done nothing but sit in a car all day.
When she lifts her arm back up, she's holding a key with the room number of the room they're in, B12. )
They must have double booked us. ( Lydia holds it forward, offering it to him to show that she didn't break into his room.
As if she would break into a place like this. ) I can just go get another one. We don't even have to mention .. this.