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Lyra tossed and turned in the small twin bed of the dingy motel room she'd rented just outside of a place called Harper Rock. Why was she on her way to Harper Rock you may ask, because someone had told her to come here. Her old boss at the bookshop she'd worked at sent her here to find a few occult books to add to his personal collection. It'd taken a week just to get this far from Texas. Lyra sighed and sat up, running a hand through her shoulder length black hair, then stood and went to the window. It was the middle of the night, one or two in the morning by the looks of it, and here she was, wide awake. Lyra sighed and moved away from the window, letting the curtain fall back into place. Instead of climbing back into the ratty motel bed, she moved to her duffelbag and grabbed a tshirt and a pair of black jeans. Only one thing to do... Time to drive into town and take a look around. She muttered to herself. After dressing, and grabbing her car keys, she went to the motel management and got what little money it had cost for the few hours of sleep she had taken. She walked back to the motel room, grabbed her bag and closed the door. She sighed as she moved to the '94 Toyota Camry she drove. It was reliable and just big enough for her. She climbed in and started up the car.


She arrived in Harper Rock just after 3am and parked on a small side street. After locking up her car, she looked around. Damn it was easy to get lost in this city, she turned in a circle, admiring the buildings, were there any open shops around here? She walked down the sidewalk, blue eyes searching for an open sign. The wind kicked up, funneled by the tall buildings around her, blowing her black hair into her eyes, the distinctive whip of her black leather jacket could be heard around her ankles. She sighed and tried to brush her hair down, tame it in a way. She shook her head and kept walking, hoping her car would be safe from burglars and thieves. She turned a corner and stopped, where the hell was she now?

Finally she found a little cafe, just up the street, that was open. She moved toward it and sighed happily. Coffee and a doughnut sounded amazing right now. She kept walking, eyes on that open sign, not really paying attention to her surroundings. Just a little further Lyra, and you can use the last few dollars you have to get a bit of food. She muttered softly, nearing the shop. She moved to open the door, then suddenly was whisked away, Lyra screamed. When she could see again, they were in a dark alley, a man standing before her. He was at least six foot, making her a midget compared to her five foot one stature. He shoved her roughly against the wall, a growl leaving him. She didn't scream, she couldn't, fear locked her muscles up. Blue eyes darted back and forth, trying to find some sort of weapon against him. When she found none, all she could think was, Why did I leave my bag in the car? She gazed up fearfully into his green eyes, waiting for the impending death that would happen to her.

Lyra stood staring at the man, just as he turned into ash in front of her, she focused her eyes on the man standing a few feet away from her. She went wide eyed, blinked, then looked owlishly at the ashes just as the wind kicked up and blew them away. Pushing black hair from her wide blue eyes, she gazed at the man who'd ashed the other guy. What to do with you... The words sent a shiver down her spine, but she didn't move. Was it fear, or curiosity that held her there? She couldn't tell you the answer.

She realized now that he'd tucked away his gun, so he wouldn't shoot her. She stared at him, You could just let me go... She whispered, her texas twang barely audible in the alleyway. She couldn't help but try to bargain for her life, it was like she couldn't stop the words. Instead of moving away from the wall, she tried to make her five foot two inch frame smaller against it. Whether it worked or not remained to be seen.

Inside her head was a whirlwind of thoughts, what the hell had just happened, one moment there was a huge dude pushing her against the wall. His eyes had been hungry, and vicious. Then the next second, he was a pile of ash on the dirty concrete of the alleyway, that didn't happen in real life, in fiction maybe, but not real life. She looked at the man again, seeing those hard eyes gazing at her made her skin crawl, like she was just another person on the streets and not someone he'd just saved. She looked at her boots.

Why did I agree to come to this place? She mentally asked herself, shaking her head slightly as she thought it over. She looked back up at him, But you won't do that, will you? You'll probably force me to my knees and kill me... She didn't want to admit that to herself, but those were the facts, she would die in this grubby alleyway just like the one that had attacked her. She raised a brow and waited for an answer, or for the gun to be pulled again. While she waited, her eyes took him in, studying him and painting a mental image for her. He was vicious, that much was obvious, but the viciousness wasn't aimed at her. He was somewhat distracted, but what did Lyra know? She'd only met the man moments ago, and now he was contemplating how to kill her just as he'd done to her attacker. He also seemed like he didn't want to kill her, where this thought came from she couldn't be sure, but he seemed to not want her to talk about what she'd just seen. Could she play off of that? Possible, depending on what happened next.