Go Your Own Way[Jack/Open]

[Evelyn Reding]

She hated them. She hated them more than anything. Having walked alone, across town, burning all a good deal of her anger despite the late hour, Evelyn Reding sat on a bench in the park. She was completely and utterly alone.

It was dark outside, the sun having set a while before she even left from her bedroom window. Evelyn had the worst stepmother. And her two little brats were far from angels, having framed her the day before for stealing. And now... this was her punishment. And her father had agreed to it... marrying her off.

Evelyn was nicely dressed in a purple dress, her dark brown curls pulled back with a clip. She was a pretty middle class girl with an unfortunate fate and a horrible family. Her brown eyes raked over the empty park, a chilly spring night breeze sweeping by , making her hug herself and rub her arms to keep warm. She could always leave... Nobody would miss her if she ran away.

She could do anything, out there on her own. She could join the circus if she wanted and be a magician's assistant. But no... she knew she couldn't leave. She wouldn't make it out there, on her own. Unfortunately, this wasn't a woman's world. She knew she would eventually have to go home and face her fate, marrying a man that she knew she would not like and would never love if her stepmother had her way. Sighing, her amber brown eyes glassy, she pulled her legs up onto the bench with her, hugging her knees and sitting there in the dark, wondering what she had done to deserve all of this.

[Jack Bryson]

He slipped through the ever darkening world, in the town he had been stalking for the past few weeks. He had been good at learning where everything was now, and he walked around like he owned the place. He pretty much did, and until another vampire came along and tried to put him in his place, he wasn't going to stop acting like he was the alpha.

He walked casually through the park, hands slipped into his pockets as he looked around, looking as though he was some normal human, just taking an evening stroll. Jack was the type of vampire who used a disguise to get to his pray. Why just the other day he faked an injury to get a women to come close to him and help him, that same night he ripped her into pieces. Jack the Ripper bitches, he's in your town whether you realize it or not. With fangs sealed behind a smirk, Jack looked around for any typical rebellious women going out into the night. Jack found it was happening more and more, these girls find it to be a daring move, and daring it was. They risked their lives, and for what? To make themselves feel better. Jack laughed to himself lightly, shaking his head at the foolish gender.

Making his way through the park, he could not find one single human. He sighed at the thought, annoyed with the fact that these girls could be getting smarter. Jack rounded the corner, coming down a fork in the path, he went right... no reason for it.

It was only minutes later did he find a potential prey. She was beautiful, and Jack's eyes drove into her, and he stared. He knew he was staring, but he did not care. Moving in her direction, he noticed she didn't have the spark most women had when he first came up to them. She was rebellious all right, she just was... down. Something was bugging her and it was evident in her facial features. No worries, Jack didn't like to kill his women without making them feel.. aroused. So this prey would take some work, but by the end of the night, she would be his. He smiled at the thought, then wiping it off his face as he spoke to her, hands still resting in his pockets. "Why does she have a sadden look strewn across her face on a wonderful evening night like this one?" Jack asked with a slight hint of a smirk. He would play the friendly human for now, but when she was warmed up, then the fangs would come out.

He sat next to her, though far enough away so she did not grow uncomfortable. "You seemed troubled Miss. Is it too bold to say I can help?" he said, smiling. It was a charming smile, revealing his nice teeth. Jack was a charmer, handsome and very friendly when he puts forth the effort. He could fool anyone in a matter of seconds...

[Evelyn Reding]

Her amber brown eyes traveled up to this stranger before looking away again. Him? Help her? Ha! "If you don't mind me saying sir, I highly doubt there's anything you can do to help me..." she said, repressing a shiver. She was cold and really had nowhere to go... nowhere she would want to go at least. She wasn't going home, now way. She hated it there with her step mother and step sisters. Her father didn't make things much easier.

"I doubt there's anything anyone can do for me." She had no desire whatsoever to be married off to some man she didn't know or love. Knowing her stepmother, the man would be terrible and with her luck abusive. If Evelyn couldn't find an escape... well, there was always that one, last option. The last resort. There would be no coming back from that though and she knew that. Tis why it was the last resort. There was a haunted look in this girl's eyes and she was careful to keep them off of this man. She didn't need his sympathy. What she needed was an escape, a way out.

((Very sorry, short, but at least it's about 200 words. Low muse, but maybe yours will rub off on me.))

[Jack Bryson]

Jake's ocean blue eyes stared at the pretty young women. He smirked, shaking his head, yet another female with a tragic story as to why her life was such a mess. Boy would he love to hear this story, maybe she would tell him as he was raping her, biting her and killing her. He stood then, brushing off his arms and then looking back at her, with a challenging look in is eyes. "Why do you assume so quickly I couldn't help you? What if I'm your savior? Your... winged angel?" he said with a huge smirk. He was far from being a winged angel.

A sinister look flowed freely through those stormy eyes as he stared back at the girl. "Why is your life so bad that you can't bear to be involved in it? And so you walk the streets alone, just asking to be taken, raped or killed." he said with a darker look in his eyes. Though his face still held a look of amusement as he questioned her. She seemed liked a fun little play toy he could toss around, bat around and then dispose of when he grew bored. Yeah, that's right.. he was the king of these parts and if anyone wanted to challenge his autority then go ahead.

[Evelyn Reding]

Evelyn regarded this man for a moment, looking him up and down as if to determine whether or not he really was her winged angel. She had no idea what was going on through this man's mind and if she did know... well, who knows how she would react or what she would do. "I still highly doubt it..." she said to him, looking away.

"That would be a much better end to my story," she said to him, thinking about what he had said about being taken or killed. Okay, maybe not getting raped, but the rest sounded just fine to her. Evelyn was usually a very strong girl, especially for having put up with everything she had... but a girl can only put up with so much. She didn't care about what this guy could do to her. Nobody would miss her and she knew it. Her stepmother would just twist it all around to make it look like her own fault and probably offer her offender a nice dinner and a reward..

[Jack Bryson]

Jack arched a brow at this girl, well she was one of those depressed types now wasn't she? He just blinked at her a few times. "I can help you if you want. But if you don't even want to bother, go ahead. Tell me to go to hell or something." he said with a slight smirk. She didn't seem like she wanted to be bothered, and for some reason... Jack didn't like to kill boring women. Jack didn't want to kill someone that wanted to be killed, hell no... what was the fun in that? She didn't seem strong at all, she seemed weak, useless. She was not quality to Jack, other than the fact that she was pretty.

With a sigh Jack went to start pacing, but he stopped, turning to look at her. "I bet if you were faced with death.. you would wish to change your mind." Jack said suddenly, with this look on his face, determined to get a rise out of her, somehow.. something to make this interesting...

[Evelyn Reding]

Evelyn let her feet back onto the ground, looking at him with her amber brown eyes. "Maybe," she said, although she knew full well that she would fight back. Taking her own life would be one thing, but just letting someone else take it was an entirely different story. "Why though? Does it matter what my reaction in a life or death situation would be?" She gave him an odd look as if wondering what his real intentions were.

She lifted her chin in a somewhat defiant way. "Why is it that you're trying to get a response out of me? Are you planning on killing me?" She arched a brow at him and waited to see what his reaction might be. She could be quite the fiery one when she wanted to be.

[Jack Bryson]

Jack let out a laugh at what she said. If only she knew, he was trying to kill her. He debated on what he was going to say, and if he should make his move yet. He so didn't want to, it was bugging him. He had to get her on his good side, just so he could see the look in her eyes change as he attacked her. Yes, Jack was a twisted son of a bitch. He didn't care though? Why should he care? He was dead, and not from pure will anyway. This girl seemed to want to just throw away her life, and how easy it could be. It frustrated Jack, if he had a choice he wouldn't have gotten killed that night, and he would never have killed his fiance either. Life just happens... or in his case... was cut short. It bothered him she wanted to die, at least he thought she did. He wanted people to feel the same pain he had felt, the agony and thoughts that ran through his head. Then maybe she would switch around her way of thinking.

"No. I'm not trying to kill you." he said with a grunt, his stormy blue eyes locked onto her amber ones. He had to admit, she was fiery in a smart way, but she didn't seem fiery in the way of life. He would press the right button eventually, he just had to play low for awhile. She could be another fun new project for him. Sliding his hands into his pockets he arched a brow, smirking slightly, "It just seems like you don't wish to give life a second chance. Just because your life seems shitty right now, doesn't mean it will be that way forever." he said, looking at her to see what she'd say next...