(Jean's POV)

I treaded along Parkway Avenue, listening to the mindless chatter Serafina was attempting to provoke. 

I glanced up from the sidewalk, seeing the moon, the tiny sliver of silver floating in the sky, the stars shone, flaunting their beauty, grace, and distance from the rest of us mortals. 

Pausing for a second I gazed up at the sky, allowing myself to escape the brick walled, insanity lined prison, if only for a few seconds escaping my responsibility, for Sera soon dragged me back to reality with a quick, maniac giggle, "Isn't he a cutie~!" she purred, forcing my gaze to flicker back down into the dark side-street, trying to find who the hell  she was talking about.

My heart sank, of course, there stood a young man, jet black hair, pale skin, lifeless, chilling eyes, and a smile carved into his face, that could make even the bravest man sick.

I quickly recovered from my temporary, disgust-induced,  paralysis, growling softly. "Jeffery."

He grinned, baring his disgustingly white teeth, and stepping out into the lighter part of the street, where I stood. "Jeanie, I didn't expect to see you here. On a killing spree?" He asked, knowing full well how much that eggs Serafina on.

I growled, and Sera got a little less tolerant, my pale blue eyes flickering to an evil, heartless, and sick shade of blood red. "You know full well what that does to her. And we both know who's been killing tonight." I spat through gritted teeth, my point of argument being his blood soaked hoodie.

"Oh, this little thing?" He asked, pulling at the front of his hoodie. "It was just a little girl, no harm done."

That made me snarl, "just a little girl"? He has no idea what the hell he's talking about, I should've turned him in long ago. My eyes flickered blood red once again, essentially a warning that Sera was aggravated, and I was pissed. "Get out of here. Leave and never bring your sorry face around my home. This is my place, my territory, you aren't allowed to hunt here."

He just chuckled. Just chuckled, this man is sick, I hate him, hate him with all my heart.

He finally spoke, still laughing straight to my face. "Your  territory? Jeanie, please. Nobodies like you don't get claims to any alley or street, you're just a bottom-feeding killer, not like me." he grinned, of course, mister murderer's just better than everyone else. "I actually have a reputation, other than being a whore."

That made me snap, I snatched his blood-stained hoodie collar in my fist, yanking him forward by the fabric, forcing him to come nose to nose with me, his face falling for just a split second, before regaining the idiotic grin.

"Do you really think I  am just a whore? Dearie, you're very wrong. I'm just a girl, regular, until you piss me off." I growled out, reaching back to my hip with my right hand, crossing it under my left arm to grab the knife I kept on hand, one part because you never know who could be out there, what freak. And two parts Serafina would kill a bitch if I left without it.

I pulled the blade from it's sheath, pressing the tip of the shiny metal against his chest, the sharp weapon piercing the fabric slightly, he chuckled again, rolling his head back into the chuckle, bringing it back in a swinging motion. "We both know little Serafina up there," he paused, poking at my forehead, forcing a snarl out of my mouth. "is more than just a curse, Jeanie. She's a part of you."

I growled, not willing to give up, but I knew I was beat, he was right, Sera wasn't just a curse, she was there, a solid part of my personality; hell, if I hadn't had her around for all these years, I probably wouldn't have been the same person.

Although, I refuse to let him win directly. I let go of his hoodie, and take the knife away from his chest. "Leave. Right now. While you still have the chance."

He smirks, he knows I couldn't do shit, not without having Sera take control and go on killing, not hurting him would be better. "Next week, in the mansion, we'll have ourselves a fight. You win, you get this entire mile, a mile up Parkway, a mile down Copper, I can't come here, hunt here, anything-unless of course, on the big man's word." He seemed so eager to call that killer in a tuxedo the "big man", he's nothing more than a creep, a stalker, an evil, wretched thing, stealing children, and people from their families. I'm lucky to have avoided him for so long.

"And if I win, you have to learn to love the big man, you'll wish to become one of us, beg him even, and then, you have to leave, and never come back." He said, his voice taking a grim turn, he knew the day I begged The Thin Man for anything, was the day I could have my family back, yet he still used it as a punishment, knowing I couldn't turn him down, if he could never come back here, well, I'd kill; him, specifically.

I began to nod, my gaze drifting to the filthy street before reconnecting with his lifeless eyes. "It's a deal. But know this, Jeffery, the day I lose to you, is the day God comes and whips every one of you Proxies from this earth, finally cleaning the slate." I growled, my ice blue eyes ablaze with both determination, and murder. I was not gonna lose to him, and I would never back down from a deal like this.

He chuckled, sticking his bloodstained, pale hand out, as if sealing the deal. 

I reluctantly took it, shaking it a little, quickly releasing the filthy creature's hand. 

"It seems I'll be seeing you tomorrow, dearie." He grinned, before turning his back, and taking off into the dark side-street, his footsteps easily heard from how heavy they were. 

I turned to a door beside a dumpster, an old, rusty, hideous thing. Opening it, and making my way down the hall to my apartment. 

AHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH,

I WAS F-ING TERRIBLE AT WRITING.

I THINK I WAS LIKE, FOUR.

WHAT THE HELL WAS WITH ME.

*cough* Anyway, I hope this is an improvement. I honestly think it is.

Love you, my skinny jeans.

~Jean