Only Stop at the Exits //:Faye and William

[Faye Summers]

Faye’s eyes fluttered, but did not open, a pounding headache pulsed behind her eyes. Light from the studio apartment’s various windows slanted all throughout the room, and naturally, one of those glorious beams had to get Faye right in the face. Stretching languidly, Faye rolled herself over, her head resting on a soft pillow.

Wait.

Pillow? Soft pillows, even?

Faye sat up, suddenly acutely aware that she was not sleeping in the back of her truck, as was the norm, but in a bed. Her eyes fell upon the face of the man next to her, his arms wrapped tightly around his pillow. A sigh escaped Faye’s lips while realization dawned on her.

That happened. Again.

”At least you’re cute…I guess…” She whispered, peering down at the nude, sleeping man. Broad chest, somewhat muscled, clearly younger than even she pretended to be. ”And…standards have dropped through the floor…”Faye tilted her head back, and enjoyed the leisurely heat coming from the windows. It was nice, a bit warm for the morning, but nice. Cracking her neck, she took a sidelong glance at the clock – and promptly jumped out of bed, rushing to grab her discarded clothes.

”3:47! 3 *censored*ing 47!” She cursed, grabbing and slinging on pieces of her clothing, or at least she hoped it was hers. Last night, she hadn’t exactly been too preoccupied with bothering to see if the guy had left over clothes from other one-night stands. But, Faye knew there was a method to the mad dash to work – of shame.

Clasping her bra, and zipping up her jeans, she grabbed a near-by wifebeater from the ground. She vaguely remembered wearing a tank-top last night, but after a roll and 4 joints, she couldn’t exactly be sure. She hoped to god it was hers.

Snagging her purse on her way by the kitchen, she dug through the guys fridge. Finding a bag of lemons and limes, no doubt for some college drinking game, she grabbed one of each. ”Breakfast of champions!” She muttered, biting into the lime, and tossing the lemon into her purse.

The shock of tartness so sour that it was bitter hit her tongue like a surge, but Faye plowed on, chewing heroically, not to be outdone by a damn fruit. Spitting a seed into the trash can, she unlocked the door and headed outside, as quiet as could be. She didn’t want to wake up…whoever, he was.

The sunlight was even brighter out here, and sure enough, Faye could certainly tell it was almost summer. And she could also tell…that it was far too green here. Now, granted; Faye liked green, she liked plants and she liked life. But she also knew that Mystic Falls didn’t have this much green within city limits, or these messed up sidewalks…or…by god, a little country pie shop.

”Grove Hill…really?”She sat down on the curb with a thump, ripping into the lime, cringing. ”I have to be at work, by 4:50, okay. It’s…”Faye pulled out her phone, to have a look, ”4:06…well…first whole day, and already I’m late. Good job, you dumb *censored*.” Taking another bite of the lime, this time she held back her cringe of distaste. She was a Witch, hell, she was a pretty damn good witch, and she still couldn’t get to work on time!

Pulling herself up, Faye cracked her back, and started down the sidewalk towards Mystic Falls. She’d just be late, and have to apologize profusely for it to her manager, but she had done worse things in her 100 years. Out of perverse curiosity, Faye pulled out her compact to take a look at her face.

Smeared mascara, uneven eye-shadow and faded lipstick stared back at her. ”EFF. MY. LIFE!”

[William Lanier]

The roar of the engine, the click of the gearshaft as she switched gears, and the howl of the wind that was beating outside his windows. William was having fun in his new toy. While it didn't compare to his motorcycle he always would make an exception for the BMW model styled cars. He loved them so much. Speed was his name, and right now he was going well over the speed limit, but whoever stopped him wouldn't give him a ticket. If they tried he would just compel them to forget, and get out of the ticket like that. He was passing through Grove Hill back on his way to his mansion so he could see his darling wife.

Well that was until he saw her. It was a woman that had the messed up hair, makeup, and it looked like she got dressed in a hurry. Stopping his car a few feet away from her he rolled down the window, and smelt the air around her. A smirk formed around his lips. She had the scent of a male on her body. She has definitely been performing a mating ritual. And now she has to do the walk of shame...Pathetic, but I guess I can be chivalrous this one time, and hope Ari doesn't kill me, or her when I tell her. he thought with a grim expression as he stopped his car completely, and got out of it.

His brilliant blue eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses he was wearing. Dark hair came down to his neck, and curled at the tips, and his leather jacket concealed the white button up shirt he was wearing. Jeans with holes, and tears down the legs adorned his legs. On top of all this he was wearing normal everyday sneakers, and if it weren't for his muscular build he could have been mistaken for a teenager. However he was much to big for that, and he stared at the girl, and whistled at her. "Do you need a ride? I am heading to my mansion near Mystic Falls? Are you headed that way?" he asked her wondering what she would say.

[/size]