Parking Lot Vengeance

Sarah gasped in releif as the foot was removed, not that she was out of trouble yet. Vanessa wanted vengeance, and she had chosen the right day to do it. Sarah didn't know what Vanessa was doing when she grabbed her legs, and didn't have a lot of time to conjure theories as she was suddenly lifted into the air. Her eyes widened when she realized what was about to happen. The air then rushed passed her, and Sarah's bck smashed right into the glass. "GAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" Sarah screamed in agony as the glass broke under her back, some of which cut her bare back. It hurt a hell of alot more than being slammed into a ring mat. Sarah whimpered in pain, somehow still conscious through it all.

Vanessa landed on her knees on the hood afterwards, wincing slightly at the impact but managing to grin down at Sarah. She seemed proud of her work, and would move to slip off the hood, leaning against the car and panting quite heavily now, the effects of her beating down on Sarah catching up to her. She would watch her rival for a moment, eyeing her to see if she still had any fight left in her.

Sarah layed on the shattered glass for several seconds, her expression a visage of pain. Soon though, she would try to roll over onto her side. As soon as she did she cried out and pulled away from the windshiuld, revealing her back to be bloodied and slightly cut. As soon as she was on her side she gasped in pain, free from the sharp glass at least. She would not be moving anymore than that though, far too battered and bloody.

Vanessa snickered at her under her breath. "Worthless..." She would then turn from Sarah, convinced she wouldn't be causing her any problems for a while. With a wicked grin she would scoop up the leather jacket she had ripped from Sarah earlier, and in one smooth motion slip it onto her body, giving Sarah one last glance over her shoulder before starting to leave the parking lot, ready to get some rest for the evening.

Sarah's high tolerance for pain was certainly used against her, and was wishing she could just pass out and end this torture. But luckily she hadn't passed out or she would have never seen what Vanessa was doing. She looked over at the girl and saw her slip her leather jacket on. Her eyes widened in horror. That was her one of her most pried possesions!

"N-No," Sarah whispered. Sarah slowly start to crawl her way towards Vanessa, wincing in pain evertime she move. "Give it...back...Give it back..." Sarah fell off the car and onto the pavement with a another cry, but still she tried to stop Vanessa from leaving with her jacket.

Vanessa waved her off as she walked away.

"Fuck off...you took my necklace, so I'm getting a nice, new jacket. It looks good on me, don't you think?"

Sarah crawled as far as her battered body could allow, but soon realized that it was useless. Even if she could reach Vanessa she had no strength to take her jacket back. She soon stopped moving and just lay on the pavement, clenching her fists tightly. "Damn it, damn it, damn it," she cursed silently. She couldn't beleive this had happened.

Not far off a taxi cab had pulled up to the AFW complex, and once it came to a stop, a young girl stepped out. She had short black hair covering a portion of her face, and piercing yellow eyes to accompany her frown. She wore black jeans from which numerous chains hung. She also wore a black shirt to match. On her back hung guitar case. "SO this is the place, huh?" Vallerie asked herself. She frowned deeper. "She's here somewhere. And I'll find her no matter what." With thought she set off for the building after aying the cab driver. Pn the way she would cross paths with Vanessa as she was walking awa, and would unintentionally bump shoulders with her on the way. She growled, stopping in her tracks to turn and glare at Vanessa. "Hey, watch where you're going, slut!"

Vaness was in such a good mood, she might have ignored Vallerie...until she heard the insult aimed at her, in which case she would spin around and glare angrily her way.

"Slut?! Who are you calling a slut, you bitch?!"

Vallerie's yellow eyes widened with fury as Vanessa shot back another insult. Never one to back down from a fight, Vallerie was about to respond in kind. She was until she saw the jacket Vanessa was wearing. She eyed it for a moment, and a realization suddenly dawned on her. That was the same jacket Sarah Gatt wore everytime Vallerie had seen her! "Where did you get that jacket?" she demanded of Vanessa. It might have just been a coincidence, there wee plenty of other jackets like that in the world, but Vallerie wanted to be sure.

Vanessa grinned at her and cockily placed her hands on her hips. "Like it? I won it off some arrogant bitch I beat the shit out of just now..."