Unbelievable [open]

[Jocelyn[Spirit]]

ooc; why must melissa make it so hard for poor, poor vicky? lol

Vicky screamed, pacing the back wall as she starred at the bedroom door across the room. She took one more try, running full speed acorss the room and into the door. Which was now more solid due to Melissa blocking it. Vicky bounced off the door and nearly fell. Her shoulder and body ached for slamming into the hard oak. She rubbed her shoulder, thinking of something. But as she was deep in thought she heard sirens in the background. Vicky snapped her head up and ran to a window, wipping the curtains open and glacing around. She could see red, blue and white lights flashing somewhere off in the distance.
SHIT!

She stomped over to the door and pressed her face against. She placed both of her hands gently on the door, on either side of her face, as if seducing it. She crooned to Melissa through the door. But as much as it was 'sweat' talk, it was creapy.(like in an old hollywood movie)
Melissa, hun, open this door. I'm sorry. Let's go home. I can fix your wound baby.
She paused, ear pressed against the door. If she didn't open it now, it would be too late for Victoria. She bit her bottom lip and slapped the door with her hand.
Alright! Thats your last chance. I know where you live you little brat! I'll come back. I'll find you!

As the sirens got louded she gave one last kick, swear and scream before bolting out the apartment door and booking it down the hall. She used the stairs, taking them two by two. She figured the stairs were quicker then the elevator. Apparently so did the cops. For they came running up the stairs as she was going down. She slowed her pace and put a scarred expression on her face.
Officer! Oh! Two floors up! Blood is everywhere, that poor girl!
They ran right passed her, not even looking at her. She gave an evil smile, and casually walked out the door. She stopped in the parking lot and looked up at Melissa's window. She slid her pointer finger across her neck, and gave a sweat little smile. Then turned and vanished.

[Melissa|Tristan]

The woman on the phone barely kept Melissa calm as screams and profanities streamed through the door. Gosh, she's mad. If she gets in here, we're dead. With the talisman's advice in mind, Mel continued to pile furniture against the door, everything she could reach without setting the phone down.

Vicky meanwhile, could be heard ranting through the door for a couple of minutes, until the sirens were heard. At that point, there was dead silence, which actually terrified Mel more than the yelling had. Then . . . Melissa, hun, open this door. I'm sorry. Let's go home. I can fix your wound baby. The sickly sweet fake voice was tempting, but Mel wasn't going for it again. The minute part of her that was still rational had taken over, and she was on autopilot for now. Leave me alone! Unsure whether Vicky was still there or not, and too scared to find out, she simply stayed on the line with the emergency person, who tried to soothe her unsuccessfully.

Alright! Thats your last chance. I know where you live you little brat! I'll come back. I'll find you! Mel's trembling increased, and she had begun whimpering in terror. Her talisman mentally paced, trying to figure out what to do and coming up blank. Let's just stay here for now, since we don't know exactly where she's gone. Melissa wasn't going anywhere anyways, so it was a good plan. Within minutes, there was a call at the door; someone was shouting her name. After cautiously allowing the door to open a couple of centimeters and cautiously peeked out. They looked official enough, but to be sure, she forced them to show her their badges before coming out.

Before leaving the room, Mel pushed the dresser back into place, and glanced out the window out of habit. A flash of black and silver chains caught her eye, and she leaned a fraction closer. It was Vicky, of course, and the sight of her made the whimpering noises start again. The slicing motion across her throat was a clear enough message that a blind, deaf person probably could have figured it out. It was only as the police officers carefully entered the room that Melissa realized that tears covered her face, and blood stained the carpet. What am I going to do now? Where will we go? I obviously can't stay here... Vicky's final threats echoed in her mind. I know where you live...I'll come back...I'll find you... Oh, God, what have we done?

((OOC: Are we done here?))

[Jocelyn[Spirit]]

((ooc; I think so. for now. MWUA HAHAHA! great fun. ;-) ))