Running, Sigrid always seemed to be running away from something. This time wasn't metaphorical, wind rushing through her hair as she sped around the corner and into a dark ally way. Loud foot steps, two of them, stomped quietly behind her, never seeming to lose speed. Sigrid was good this kinda thing, had been doing it since she could use her legs pretty much. Cops always seemed to give up the chase after a few minutes. They were fast, but she was faster. This time thought, the stakes were a little higher. Fast didn't even begin to describe the speed she was going, her legs practically a blur as she sped down the back streets of Harper Rock. The hunters that trailed her were definitely no cops, and didn't give up half as easily. Sigrid had happened upon the, and not so lucky for her, but directly after feeding. After it turning, it seems, the stray had just traded one set of problems for another.
Sigrid took a split second to look over her shoulder, ice blue eyes meeting those of the hunter just a few paces behind her. Damn they could run, but she was fast, no, she was faster. She rounded another corner, then another, never letting up, her energy draining only slight as she pushed her immortal body to the limit. Edenor was going to kill her, if these two assholes didn't first. It wasn't like she couldn't have taken them on, but the chances of her coming out of that fight with her undead life still intact was slim to non. Running had been safest option, but surely not the quickest.
There was only one more move left, and Sigrid mustered up the rest of her energy to jump. With one spring, she soared over a high fence, landing on all fours before speeding off again. A sly grin traced her face as she heard them curse at her, one of them firing a few shots, one of which grazed lightly past her left cheek. Sigrid cursed under her breath, quickly rounding another corner. She had the upper hand before a short time, before they found another way to intercept her, a quick glance back telling her they had already begun to scale the fence after her. There was one place she might blend in at this point, mingling among the nightlife of Harper rock.
This one a city that never seemed to sleep, which could probably be thanks to the masquerade and its many members. Sigrid couldn't complain, flipping her hood up as she exited the ally into one of the brightly lit streets of downtown. Her eyes narrowed slightly, zeroing in on a shop just across the street. Friday night had been the perfect time for her to choose to get chased by hunters, since the streets were filled with more than just creatures of the night. Quickly, but casually, Sigrid cross the street, pushing open the glass doors of the coffee shop.
Sigrid peered around her, taking in the scent of old books and roasted coffee beans mingling in the air. There were books everywhere, on ever shelf, even books piled in corners and windowsills. The place was virtually empty lest for a single older woman sitting at a counter, reading quietly. As sigrid stepped towards her, the woman looked up, blinking with wide eyes. "My dear your face is bleeding. " Sigrid hand instantly shot up to her face, growling as she felt the familiar wetness of blood on her cheek, quickly wiping it away. Subtle anger boiled insider her, her brows furrowing. "Thanks, " she replied curtly, turning to walk down an aisle of books. The place was like a labyrinth, shelf after shelf intertwining, the light just dim enough to be relaxing.
Coffee, books, and anger issues (Marty James)
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Coffee, books, and anger issues (Marty James)
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Re: Coffee, books, and anger issues (Marty James)
The night before had been stressful in ways for Marty. He had spent hours on the phone, calling around and sorting things out from his old human life. He was hoping to have avoided a future trip back to New York, but it looked like that would be the only way of getting all of his things, along with sorting out all that was needed to sorted. Maybe it would have been easier to just leave it all, cut all ties without a word. Marty just didn’t see that working out and he didn’t want people coming to this city looking for him. Best just to handle it all himself. He would simply figure that all out another time, and though he had tried to find sleep that day, it hadn’t come easy. He ended being up before the sun would set, and simply got ready for the night. It was time for a break from training, at least for this night. He had been hunting those relics for his sire, with no luck. He had found maybe two of them, and that had been after countless kills down in the catacombs.
Once he knew the sun was down for sure, Marty would catch a portal to the station. He took off on foot, pulling his jacket closed, to button it up. A hunter green scarf was wrapped around his neck and his glasses would fog up for a short moment as he stepped out into the cold night. The man made his way then on foot, to a destination he had caught sight of a few nights back. It was not one of his typical hang outs, as in it didn’t serve alcohol. Though it would serve well for another addiction he harbored. Books, he had a love for books, and the older the better. His mass collection was still back in New York, but he hoped to change that soon. Until then, he wanted to pick up a few books from this quaint little shop he had seen in passing. It took him a little longer than expected to find it. He had taken a wrong turn and had to double back. It didn’t bother him though, Marty was in no hurry and found the quiet walk actually very pleasant.
The shop sign soon came into sight, Books & Beans, what an odd name for a book store. Though the moment he walked into the warm shop, he caught the strong smell of coffee and the beans half of the name made sense. The scent of old books, also filled the air, and he absolutely love it. His eyes would linger, almost lovingly, over the sight of all the books that filled the shop. It was certainly much larger than the outside hinted at. It was tempting to dart down one of the isles and begin rummaging through the books, but first he would head towards the counter. An older woman sat lost in the book held in hand. From the cover if looked like one of those romance novels that his great aunt Shrilly would spend hours at her kitchen table reading. Slowly Marty would approach the counter, noticing a coat rack near, he would pull of his jacket and place it on one of the hooks. So much about the quaint little shop felt like a warm cozy home. He would unwind his soft scarf and simply let it hang from his neck.
”Excuse me….’ The words were spoken with the play of a smile, one that would linger as the woman looked up from her book. “Oh dear, I’m incredibly sorry…. Didn’t even hear you come in.” Marty would guess she had gotten to a good part in the book. ”It’s quite alright, you didn’t keep me waiting long at all. I would love to buy a coffee, nothing fancy, just plain black.” The woman would give a nod, and share a smile of her own before setting to getting his coffee. For the short moment he waited, his eyes would linger around the shop. The woman quickly gained his attention once again, setting before him one of those disposable cups, with the domed lids on top. Marty would thank and pay the woman, before setting off down one of the isles. That’s when he noticed the old book. It was A Christmas Carol – By Charles Dickens. It hade been hidden amongst some of the books on one of the overloaded shelves. This would definitely be a nice read for the holiday, one that he had read before. He would take a sip of his coffee as he flipped the cover open, and nearly choke up his drink as he discovered something. The book was a first addition, a book over 170 years old.
Marty clung to his new found treasure, and slowly made his way down the aisle once more. Drinking happily away from the cup in hand, he wore a new kind of smile. First to catch his sight, was that of what looked to be an old couch, at the far back of the store. This was his destination, a perfect place to relax and enjoy his coffee, and check out the condition of his book, of course. That’s when Marty caught sight of the young woman, a vampire too he would guess. He had noticed recently that some were easy to spot now, almost like they held some felt aura about them. Something about this woman though, gave off the vibe that she was bothered by something, probably best not to bother her. He would chose only to share a smile, and small nod of his head at first.
Once he knew the sun was down for sure, Marty would catch a portal to the station. He took off on foot, pulling his jacket closed, to button it up. A hunter green scarf was wrapped around his neck and his glasses would fog up for a short moment as he stepped out into the cold night. The man made his way then on foot, to a destination he had caught sight of a few nights back. It was not one of his typical hang outs, as in it didn’t serve alcohol. Though it would serve well for another addiction he harbored. Books, he had a love for books, and the older the better. His mass collection was still back in New York, but he hoped to change that soon. Until then, he wanted to pick up a few books from this quaint little shop he had seen in passing. It took him a little longer than expected to find it. He had taken a wrong turn and had to double back. It didn’t bother him though, Marty was in no hurry and found the quiet walk actually very pleasant.
The shop sign soon came into sight, Books & Beans, what an odd name for a book store. Though the moment he walked into the warm shop, he caught the strong smell of coffee and the beans half of the name made sense. The scent of old books, also filled the air, and he absolutely love it. His eyes would linger, almost lovingly, over the sight of all the books that filled the shop. It was certainly much larger than the outside hinted at. It was tempting to dart down one of the isles and begin rummaging through the books, but first he would head towards the counter. An older woman sat lost in the book held in hand. From the cover if looked like one of those romance novels that his great aunt Shrilly would spend hours at her kitchen table reading. Slowly Marty would approach the counter, noticing a coat rack near, he would pull of his jacket and place it on one of the hooks. So much about the quaint little shop felt like a warm cozy home. He would unwind his soft scarf and simply let it hang from his neck.
”Excuse me….’ The words were spoken with the play of a smile, one that would linger as the woman looked up from her book. “Oh dear, I’m incredibly sorry…. Didn’t even hear you come in.” Marty would guess she had gotten to a good part in the book. ”It’s quite alright, you didn’t keep me waiting long at all. I would love to buy a coffee, nothing fancy, just plain black.” The woman would give a nod, and share a smile of her own before setting to getting his coffee. For the short moment he waited, his eyes would linger around the shop. The woman quickly gained his attention once again, setting before him one of those disposable cups, with the domed lids on top. Marty would thank and pay the woman, before setting off down one of the isles. That’s when he noticed the old book. It was A Christmas Carol – By Charles Dickens. It hade been hidden amongst some of the books on one of the overloaded shelves. This would definitely be a nice read for the holiday, one that he had read before. He would take a sip of his coffee as he flipped the cover open, and nearly choke up his drink as he discovered something. The book was a first addition, a book over 170 years old.
Marty clung to his new found treasure, and slowly made his way down the aisle once more. Drinking happily away from the cup in hand, he wore a new kind of smile. First to catch his sight, was that of what looked to be an old couch, at the far back of the store. This was his destination, a perfect place to relax and enjoy his coffee, and check out the condition of his book, of course. That’s when Marty caught sight of the young woman, a vampire too he would guess. He had noticed recently that some were easy to spot now, almost like they held some felt aura about them. Something about this woman though, gave off the vibe that she was bothered by something, probably best not to bother her. He would chose only to share a smile, and small nod of his head at first.
