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Pretty soon, the cop squad, or whatever, showed; this meant Terry arrived as well. Mave took a deep breath and approached her. "Look, I'm not here to make trouble, and I'm sorry for..." she shuddered, "ever have kissing your 'maaan', or whoever, whatever, he is to you. I saw, after, it bugged you. I'm sorry." She scowled down at her feet, waiting for whatever this Terry person had to say.

((I'm gone for a couple of hours and I have three pages to read!!!!!!!!!!!!!!))

I watched in astonished shock as everything quickly got out of hand. Lucas prctically attacked this girl, then kissed her, then left to take her home, and now the idiot was in a car crash. Sighing, I walked over to one of the officers still there. "If they ask about me, tell them I went home." I said, turningto walk away. The officer grabbed my arm, however, spinning me around. "No one simply leaves without permission. Take a seat till I get authorization to release you Miss..." he let the sentence hang, asking for me to fill the gap. "Miss Nova, Nova Baker." I sighed, taking a seat on the sidewalk.

Waiting, I watched the cops moving around and the one guy, Deon, worked with his different gizmo's and gadgets. I can't believe I'm stuck here, I thought as I studdied my fingernails. They had better get back soon.

Before the vampire had time to answer, I noticed a paramedic giving release to Lukas. My smile spread to a grin. Hell, he did kiss the vamp, but at least he was alright. Thank the Highly Powers for that.
So I didn't stick around to hear the vampire retaliate; actually, for all I cared, the cops could hear her testimony - and luckily stake her afterwards.

Running to Lukas, I held his arm. "There you are. Trouble always seems to follow you around, doesn't it? How are you? Did you see the other driver? Do you know anything new?" the joy and relief were audible in my voice, visible in my smile. The scene had brought me up to my usual, cheerful mood.

Before I could answer Terry -just as I was opening my mouth as a matter of fact - my cell phone vibrated against my hip. It was surprisingly undamaged. Then again, the SUV had hit the left side of the car; the phone was in my right pocket.
"What do you want?" I said, after looking at the number on the caller ID. I flipped my phone open and answered it more politely.
"Hello," I said. "Look, before you launch into this big macho explanation of what you think this is, let me just tell you this - whatever killed these people is being ordered by some higher power. I'm not talking a vampire, either. That would be too coincidental; that's what happened last time, after all. Now, let me guess; you're ready to go a-hunting, armed to the eyeballs with too many weapons, most of which you won't need? Am I in the ball park with that wild guess?"
It took all I had not to snort sarcastically.
Doesn't mean I wasn't sarcastic.
Duh.

I sighed; with this freakazoid loser guy, how had I not seen this coming?
"Okay, you with your fancy gear, I'll meet you there in fifteen. I know the way. And let's get one thing clear: you may not work for the W.P.I.S., but you will listen to me, I don't care what the hell you say or do. And if you don't there will be dire consequences." I snorted. "And if you think I'm scared of you, then you are sorely, sorely mistaken. And don't try any threats, either; it won't work."
So I was putting on my tough guy routine. So what? Everybody has one, and everybody uses it.
Hey, at elast what I said was true.

A hand appeared on Lukas's shoulder and a voice told him, "Calm down, boy. Don't get hotheaded so quickly." Daniel Torrance had the same attitude he always had: mostly disinterested, but tempered by a touch of coolness and a level head. He was drinking from a half empty bottle of beer. Not some that had been bought; the bottle was unlabeled. It was his own brew, a product of his latest hobby. "I brought your ride. Thought you might want it in case we run into anything." Then, after taking another look at the accident, he said, "Though it seems I was a bit late on that count."

(Sorry it took me so long to start posting here. I'm used to slower paced RPs)

I jumped about a foot into the air and whipped around, ready to strike. Even after Daniel had spoken, it took a while for the words to register. When my eyes met his, something in my head clicked, and I cracked a grin. For the longest time, Daniel and I hadn't gotten along so great. Then he stopped drinking so much, and was an all-around nicer guy.
"It's about time you got here," I said. "I was expecting you at the crime scene. What took you?" I sighed. "Whatever, you can explain on the way to-" I rooted through my memory "-Ferassberg estates. This whack-job hired killer that told the cops he worked for the W.P.I.S. is waiting there for us to find whatever is doing this." I snorted. "Although it's highly unlikely he has any idea what we're up against, and the gravity of the situation. Whatever this is, it isn't working alone. He has yet to get that. And all of the weaponry I know he's going to have isnt' going to help him." I sighed once again. "I hardly remember being as stubborn and cocky as him. If I ever was."
No, I couldn't've been.
I was too nice of a guy.

(Haha, it's okay, I thought we were boring you or something xd )