bait trap? ugh creepy old gais liek ew

[ruinedtradition]

She took the pose with the male model, letting him slip his arms around her waist as she smiled at the camera facing it, her arms up and back around his neck. The photos were being taken for a movie. They were two 'victims' in a slash fest that wouldn't be seen in the movie other than their photos

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[feralsummertude]

Andrew's face had now decided to take on a rather pale look, with darkened eyes. He looks like the spooks he'd draw for decorations on Halloween for his mother. He spotted his least favorite photographer, and stumbled slightly as the man pushed past him.

He glowered, stepping backwards and stepped up to Liz, looking at the item in her hand.

"What's that?" he asked pointing a finger at it.

[ruinedtradition]

"Scratch you picking up at the house then. Someone's watching the house. More importantly..." She just handed him the file. "I'm not getting anyone at the house." She bit her lip.

"Andrew, they're following Bobbi. Dad hasn't even met her yet, he's still away on a trip in Egypt. I don't think Uncle Bobby's met her either."

She was glad the shoot was over. "Come on. I need to change back into street clothes then we're gone alright?"

[feralsummertude]

He took the file and looked it over, tilting his head. He flipped through it with yellow stained finger nails, making a face.

"Okay... Go - go ahead." he replied, and turned so she could go and do what she needed, as he over looked the file.

[ruinedtradition]

Didn't take long for her to return tastefully torn jeans, and a cropped tank top with beat up sneakers, since she had dragged Andrew along to go shopping after the shoot, she now felt bad.

"Hey, while I drive, think you can try to call your mom and dad? I just want to make sure nothing's wrong. If we don't get them by the time we reach Salem Center, we're calling Alex."

[feralsummertude]

When she returned he had put most of the information to memory. He looked up at her and nodded.

"Yeah. Okay."

[ruinedtradition]

She put her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure I'm over reacting, it's just... That didn't look like a shot your mother would have taken. The angle's more like... Someone stuck something in the house." She lead the way to the car.

I can handle being in the spotlight, but... Bobbi and the Summers... She slid into the driver's seat. In the back of her mind she was wishing she had brought a faster car.

[feralsummertude]

"Nah," he shook his head, looking up to him, "This looks like some kinda CSI shit. I don't think anyone just took it."

He followed her and sat in the passengers seat, sliding down slightly to avoid the eyes of people waving at them.

[ruinedtradition]

She ignored everyone not caring what the pictures were. As soon as she could little miss Leadfoot Worthington was screaming down the freeway not caring about speed laws.

"Call your dad. Tell him we're on our way. I'm stopping at the main house to get my sword, we'll go through the woods."