#— midnight. / b.winesap. —

[brckensociety]

with her tour coming to an end before the holiday season midnight had decided instead of flying home for the holidays she'd road trip, it had been a while since she travelled in a car for non-tour-based things and being alone on the open road was actually something she found relaxing. of course, despite preferring her solitude on the road she was the type who wanted to help those when they needed it. having spotted the man in need of a ride it felt wrong to turn him away, even if a part of her felt off about his seemingly kind persona it was the season of giving and the least she could do was give someone help in a time of need. "sadly most people are in a rush or too self-absorbed to offer help and i suppose picking up strangers with all the bad things in the world isn't always something people want to risk." but frankly, midnight had gone through enough in her life she wasn't entirely worried about bad people. when he pulled out the knife and forced her to step on the gas the femme flinched for only a moment out of instinct, the car shifting from her action before she refocused, gripping the wheels tight. she took his words in before her gaze shifted slightly to look at him from the corner of her eye, "i understand. don't draw attention, although that neck at my neck might draw some to the police that try and catch people speeding by the next major road sign," the blonde spoke, trying to remain calm despite the fact her life was being in his hands in that moment.

character / blair availability / m, f, nb story / blair is a satan-worshipping serial killer that's traveling the open road after escaping law enforcement in his hometown. hitchhiking across the southern united states, your muse has just picked him up off the side of the highway for some reason or another. cat-and-mouse fun ensues. setting / a lonely highway in the south, likely texas or alabama!

whoops! turns out when you murder people all over town, you might just get caught. that was the only reason blair was even wandering the southern highways. he made it out of his hometown of robichaux, louisiana by the skin of his teeth, so close to being arrested. luckily, small town sheriffs were stupid pretty much all across the board. so he went from one town to the next, hitchhiking along quiet state routes, and tried to indulge in his hobby as often as possible. sitting in the passenger seat of the stranger’s car, blair held the most polite, gentlemanly smile possible—he had a lot of practice, twenty-seven years of being a good ol’ boy before he finally learned the joys of death. it was all so easy for him. it sometimes took awhile, but inevitably, someone would give him a ride.

“i really do appreciate it, y'know. so many people drove right on by and didn’t even give me a glance.” blair appeared truly grateful, and he was in his own way. his right hand was in his jeans’ pocket, fingering the handle of his switchblade, twitching with anticipation. he knew he didn’t look like much, but he was strong. and quick. the act of murder was so kinetic and exhausting but blair could do it forever. that’s why he liked to tempt fate. it had been months since he started, and they never even came close to catching him since he left robichaux. kind of boring, honestly. blair became sloppier with each kill because he thought he was a god. the lack of capture proved it to him. even his victims weren’t much of a challenge. he started out with the weak, then advanced to stronger prey. he started in the shadows, then became more blatant. he still liked the weak and the shadows, but they just tided him over. “i guess most people wouldn’t take the risk of pickin’ up a stranger, eh?”

even though he was able to keep up small talk for longer than he cared to, his patience was running thin. he retained his smile as he brought the knife out of his pocket. the blade flipped out. he was still smiling. “guess you ain’t too smart then.” quickly, he pressed the blade against their neck and used his other hand to press onto their knee, forcing their foot onto the gas with his ironlike grip. “now, don’t try nothin’. this ain’t my first rodeo, y'know? don’t try to drive the car off the road or push me out the door. don’t speed to get the attention of some police cruiser. those are old tricks and i’m bored of ‘em, you understand? say you understand.”