Lead Us Not Into Temptation.

*~* A crotch rider Harley Davidson pulls into the arena, a slender female figure rests a foot to the ground, a helmet covering her face, the screen down, the female leaning to the side slightly, resting the bike to the left, her body covered by tight leather pants, clinging to her long, luscious legs like skin and a matching black leather jacket, tight everywhere, especially across her chest, she looks to the arena as the doors swing open, a security guard walking through them and across the parking lot towards her, he steps in front of the camera, the female almost completely masked from view as he slips his hands into is pockets, emphasizing his gorilla like manor, her clears his throat, speaking in a gravely voice. *~*

Security Guard::- Look lady, this ‘aint no public property, I’m gonna need to see some ID!

*~*The female sighs audibly, her delicate, gloved hand rising to the helmet visor, disappearing from camera view as she lifts it, the security guard stumble back in surprise as she drops the visor closed once more, before the camera gets a chance to catch her face. *~*

Security Guard::- I’m sorry to have disturbed you ma’am, please forgive me...is there anything I can do?

*~* He takes a couple more steps back, looking almost horrified that he may have offended the woman beneath the biker clothing, she raises a hand, shaking it in dismissal, the security guard then turns and walks away, when Dark Lita comes into view, passing the guard and turning her nose up slightly at him, she approaches the female on the bike, her lips twisted into a smirk. *~*

Dark Lita::- Ahhh, my dear predictable sister... I’m glad to see you’ve finally come to your senses....

*~* Dark Lita then places a hand on the hand of the female, as a familiar voice replies through the night air, muffled only slightly by the helmet. *~*

::* Faith Foxe makes her way down the halls, her jacket unzipped, revealing a black Tee underneath, The image of a biker printed in white upon it as she looks around, her sheet of blonde hair flittering delicately upon her shoulders, her feet falling steady and knowingly about the hallways, as if she has taken this path many more times than in reality. A gloved hand tracing it’s way upon the wall as she comes to the locker room, pressing her fingers against the newly re-attached name plate, she runs her hands softly over the door, her head tilts forward slightly as she closes her eyes, she then turns, her hands falling from the door and continues down the hall, her body language a mix of defeat and determination, she then stops, suddenly, abruptly, outside a locker room, the door unmarked, though slightly blacker than the rest, she turns to it, her hands resting upon it for a moment, before turning the handle, the door opens, to reveal Gothic Wolf’s locker room, at first glance empty, then, upon closer inspection, Gothic Wolf sitting upon a chair near the corner, his head bowed low in concentration, showing no acknowledgement of the door opening, or Faith Foxe entering the room, when softly, she begins to speak.*~*






		~ A crotch rider Harley Davidson pulls into the arena, a slender female figure rests a foot to the ground, a helmet covering her face, the screen down, the female leaning to the side slightly, resting the bike to the left, her body covered by tight leather pants, clinging to her long, luscious legs like skin and a matching black leather jacket, tight everywhere, especially across her chest, she looks to the arena as the doors swing open, a security guard walking through them and across the parking lot towards her, he steps in front of the camera, the female almost completely masked from view as he slips his hands into is pockets, emphasizing his gorilla like manor, her clears his throat, speaking in a gravely voice. ~ Security Guard::- Look lady, this ‘aint no public property, I’m gonna need to see some ID! ~The female sighs audibly, her delicate, gloved hand rising to the helmet visor, disappearing from camera view as she lifts it, the security guard stumble back in surprise as she drops the visor closed once more, before the camera gets a chance to catch her face. ~ Security Guard::- I’m sorry to have disturbed you ma’am, please forgive me...is there anything I can do? ~ He takes a couple more steps back, looking almost horrified that he may have offended the woman beneath the biker clothing, she raises a hand, shaking it in dismissal, the security guard then turns and walks away, when Dark Lita comes into view, passing the guard and turning her nose up slightly at him, she approaches the female on the bike, her lips twisted into a smirk. ~ Dark Lita::- Ahhh, my dear predictable sister... I’m glad to see you’ve finally come to your senses.... **~ Dark Lita then places a hand on the hand of the female, as a familiar voice replies through the night air, muffled only slightly by the helmet. ~ Female::- don’t get to cocky, I’m not back here for you... ~ Dark Lita interrupts the female who is apparently her sister ~** Dark Lita::- No, of course not... you’re here for him aren’t you? So predictable, only one thing can control you, it’s just that he is using it instead of me... ~ the female pulls her hand from her sister grasp, a sound reminiscent to a growl escaping her lips, she then places her hands on the helmet, removing it as a sea of blonde hair spills out, covering the face of the female, a gloves hand pushing it to one side, flopping back against the breeze, first the soft yet cold blue eyes coming into view, followed by the familiar twisted smirk upon soft, pink lips, as the female reveals herself. ~ Dark Lita::- There now Faith, don’t you feel better to get the wind on your face? ~ Faith Foxe turns her head from her sisters glance, her face a mix of anger and pain, as if in some kind of moral struggle, her eyes settle upon the arena as she tucks the helmet defensively beneath her arm, hugging it to her side, she then slips from the bike, standing and smoothing the creases from her leather trousers. Dark Lita steps forward, running her hands along the handle bars of the Crotch rider Harley Davidson, her eyes glinting in some kind of amusement. ~ Faith Foxe::- Get your hands off my bike. ~ Dark Lita makes a tutting sound, placing a finger upon her sisters lips, then laughs, not the laughter of a loving sister, but the cool calculated laugh of someone who knows. She then slips herself onto the bike, wrapping her hands around the grips, almost posing for herself, as Faith Foxe turns to her, placing the keys on her lap and resting the helmet by her foot, her face blank, her eyes cold and burning in hatred. ~ Dark Lita::- Now now, lets play nice shall we? I’m gonna take this baby for a spin while you work out… whatever it is you came here to do, we’ll talk some more later... ~ With that, Dark Lita pulls the helmet over her head, slipping the keys into the ignition and revs the bike up, as Faith Foxe slowly makes her way towards the arena doors, not once glancing back.~ ::* Faith Foxe makes her way down the halls, her jacket unzipped, revealing a black Tee underneath, The image of a biker printed in white upon it as she looks around, her sheet of blonde hair flittering delicately upon her shoulders, her feet falling steady and knowingly about the hallways, as if she has taken this path many more times than in reality. A gloved hand tracing it’s way upon the wall as she comes to the locker room, pressing her fingers against the newly re-attached name plate, she runs her hands softly over the door, her head tilts forward slightly as she closes her eyes, she then turns, her hands falling from the door and continues down the hall, her body language a mix of defeat and determination, she then stops, suddenly, abruptly, outside a locker room, the door unmarked, though slightly blacker than the rest, she turns to it, her hands resting upon it for a moment, before turning the handle, the door opens, to reveal Gothic Wolf’s locker room, at first glance empty, then, upon closer inspection, Gothic Wolf sitting upon a chair near the corner, his head bowed low in concentration, showing no acknowledgement of the door opening, or Faith Foxe entering the room, when softly, she begins to speak.~ Faith Foxe::- Don’t leave me alone…. Not forever… ::* Her body moves slightly, resting upon the doorframe, her chest rising and falling in unsteady patterns, her breathing irregular, her eyes cats at her hands, which she plays with nervously in front of her face, one leg crossed swiftly over the other in leaning stance, her face softening slightly. :: Faith Foxe::- I’ve never been looking for perfection, I’ve only ever been looking for you! The pain… the pain is part of love… all the stress, the confusion, I don’t want it to rule us anymore. You will never have to be perfect to please me, only yourself. :: She slowly moves into the locker room, a nervous hand tracing rhythm less patterns across the wall as she continues to speak, her eyes now resting on him. ::* Faith Foxe::- You make mistakes, you’re only human, everyone cracks sometimes, all I ask is that you let me be there, so I can be the one to piece you back together… She then reaches him, her hand falling to his cheek, the leather of the glove brushing affectionately against his skin, she then turns, his head now lifted, his gaze meeting hers as she rests her hands upon his knee’s, she then kisses him, softly and briefly, her hand once again finding his cheek in soft affection. :: Faith Foxe::- You wanted an answer, and here it is…. I love you! *:: Her eyes do not stray from his, her choices made, her hand still resting upon his cheek as the screen fades to black ::*



		**~ Always Mixing Buisness With Pleasure. ~**