I'm learning all your ^tricks,

I can _hurt you from inside.

[ indie spn rp for the human!chevy impala. read the guidelines! + ]

_{“This is what you do all day? Write in this?” Chevy paused, finger trailing over the neatly written secrets of the other. “You’ve got nice handwriting, by the way.”}

_{“And I don’t want you to ever come back. Understand?”}

_{“So, let me think this through. You took me to an abandoned prison, or whatever this is, because you found out what I was? Did you ever stop to think that I could A: Escape with no problem, and B: Rip you to shreds once I do?”}

“You literally just stuffed me in your stupid clown car, knowing how claustrophobic I am, but yeah, I’m perfectly fine. Thanks for asking.”

_{“I still don’t get it, why does Def Leppard want someone to pour some sugar on ‘em?”}

_{“I’m serious. That’s not mine. I don’t know how a blood bag got in my bag, moving on.”}

_{Her eyes trailed down to her shoulder. The large S.W. D.W.  kind of stuck out like a sore thumb when she wore tank tops, so she wasn’t exactly surprised when the other questioned it. “What? You act like you’ve never seen a scar before.”}

_{“Wha- Seriously? This is your car?}

_{“Take a picture, it’ll last longer. Wait…don’t do that. I wouldn’t show up in it anyway.” She’s kidding, of course. Vampires not showing up in mirrors and pictures was about as dumb of a lie as telling someone they sparkled in the sun.}