ChairmanMeow66

Phoenix had gotten into her gear, which was a black corset-like shirt and leather pants with about ten daggers strapped to her. "Miss Somerhalder," Jarrod smiled "Will you do me the pleasure of escorting me to Dublin? Or shall I drive?" Phoenix brushed past, her gloved hands giving him a shove. "It's my car" she said "I drive" They spent about an hour driving from where they lived to Dublin. When they got there, it was almost 10 o'clock. Dexter Scourge was standing outside what looked like an abandoned hotel, windows stained scarlet with blood. "What happened this time?" Phoenix said, getting out of her raven-black Bentley, arms crossed, Jar

Phoenix Somerhalder walked into her room, head held low, shackles pulling on her tiny white hands. She trudged along, a large muscly man shoving her into the cell. "Have fun rotting" the man smiled. He was Welsh. She smiled back, holding up her shackled hands. "You've gotten me. I'm captured" her soothing British voice had a cheeky tone "could you please take off my shackles?" The man gave a deep chuckle. "When you say it like that, Of course" the man opened the cell door, taking off Phoenix's shackles. She still had a cheeky grin on her face. She round kicked the man's legs, sweeping them from under him, landing flat on the floor. She slamm