...Running... (Private)

[Tindel Grey]

Running, running, running... As trees passed, Tindel grew more frightened. Where were they? They are not here anymore. Halting her movement, she turned around quickly. Deep in an unknown forest, tears streaming down her face. Her family was gone. Mother and Father gone. Lycans! Horrible creatures. Abhorrent things. They took away her family and killed her small town. Branches snapping caused Tindel to whip around. There in front of her were the monstrous bastards that murdered her family. She watched as they reared back and took a giant leap...




"NO!" Bolting up in bed, sweat stuck her clothing to her body, her bags matted to her forehead. Heart pounding in her chest, Tindel looked around her darkened room. "It was just a dream. Just a horrible dream," she muttered to herself. Flipping on the beside lamp, light flooded the room. Climbing out of the bed, she flung the pillow that had fallen onto the floor back on to the bed. A shower was what she needed but pent up tension over came the want of a shower. Changing into gym shorts and a t-shirt, she pulled a sweatshirt over her head and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. A run was what she needed. The dream was the reason she chose to run.

Clicking out the lights in her apartment, she made her way down to the sidewalk a couple floors below. The night had cooled down and a slight breeze had picked up. Pulling her hair up into a messy knot on her head, she did her stretches and took off at a leisurely pace.

Getting to the corner of Longacre Square, she took a deep breath and tried to slow her heart rate. Stepping into the small convenience store, she purchased a bottle of water and then found a lone bench to sit on. Tension released, she turned her head up and looked at the stars.

[salvatore]

Walking around the town he finally reached his destination, near the door to an hotel. He pressed his back against the wall and waited, waited for a couple of minutes until one of the men that had come with him, the Asian one appeared from the corner, walking steadily toward him. The faithful guard retrieved a paper from inside his jacket and passed it to Giovanni, then kept walking without uttering a word like they had never met each other. The city had eyes, especially eyes planted on Giovanni for who he was and for what his presence meant to some.

He looked down at the paper before placing it inside his own jacket. Casually walking down the street he noticed the people passing by, the various shops and every single minor detail he could lay eyes on. They called this place Longacre Square, just another uninteresting part of the town, like many if not all others. With a sigh he looked at one shop in particular, they sold chocolates. A smile quickly appeared on his face. He remembered when he was younger how he couldn't resist some sweets, and how much money Guillermo had to spend on useless boxes of those sugary things.

He entered the shop and looked around as a man behind the counter introduced to him "Hello there sir, you're lucky it's holiday season and we're actually open. Can I help you?" He nodded and so they spent the next ten minutes just browsing through the various boxes, of all shapes and formats until he found one that seemed right for him. Switzerland, almonds, what a devilish treat. He liked to spoil himself sometimes and there was nothing wrong with it. After getting the small plastic bag with the box inside and giving the money with a small tip added he stepped outside sniffing the cold air of the night.

Walking further down the street he noticed a girl coming out of a random store, she had been running he could see that. He wondered what her reaction would be if she knew her world holds creatures of the shadows, or even if she was one. Those were all questions he liked to ask inside. Looking at his watch he still had plenty of time before his next meeting so with steady steps he approached her. With a smile on his face he lowered his head to the level of her eyes "Isn't it a bit late for a girl like you to be outside alone?" With both hands in a clutch behind his back holding the bag he stood there waiting for her response.