Homeward Bound (Georgia)

[Dante Stark]

"Georgia, you stay.. I'll go.. " Dante had sat between her telling him she was nothing more than a monster, he'd at a loss he'd had to kill other Lycans.. He'd only hunted out the dangerous ones to society.. He'd learned to pick and choose those he'd hunted but not out on a limb.. He'd needed to save himself when it was his turn to die and he'd have to deal with all those souls he'd killed. Dante dropped some money on the table and without another word headed towards the door. He wasn't going to run away for three months at a time again he'd suck it up and deal with his loss.

Dante had been walking back through the streets once more the crowds had died down during the afternoon rush, he'd managed to probably put a small distance between himself and Georgia.. But he knew she could smell him out anyway..

Once they have your scent they have it for life.. It's something he'd been told but believed it.. He'd never have killed her even if she'd believed he would.. He'd grown to accept that something's he couldn't deal with as a Hunter.. Maybe he should have moved to a nice sunny beach with his money and retire from the game.
But He couldn't do that he'd feel bad knowing lives would still be lost to others around him.. That's the only downside about his job his heart was in it too much.. Dante fumbled around in his pocket looking for the keys to his car.. He'd walked all that way.. He knew she probably wouldn't try and trail him she didn't fit the profile.

Stark stopped fumbling about with his keys and slid his hands out of his jacket as he walked in the opposite direction of his car and back into the town.. He did kind of want her to trail him but he knew it'd be a bad idea for both of them.. So he'd set off down the road in hopes that he could break away from the same feelings as three months previous.

[Georgia Levita]

Had she wanted him to walk away? She really didn't think so. After sitting at the table for a few moments after he left, almost stunned she simply arose and stepped out into the warm air of the city. It would have been the best for both of them if they just walked off in opposite directions, never to see each other again but fate would never be that kind. She knew that at some point, fate would throw them together, perhaps he would see her when she was changed and he wouldn't recognise her, maybe he would be the one to end her long long life. It didn't matter, fate always fucked things up for her.

She could smell the way he went down the street, now that she had been in his presence it was easy enough to recognise the scent, even with the thinning crowd she would be able to track him without issues; after all that was what she was best at, she was well known as a tracker both in the physical world and the virtual one. The question wasn't whether she would track him or not, it was should she? It seemed stalker-ish in all the wrong ways really to start following him through the streets which was rather what she was doing she found after a block or two. His scent was strong and fresh, familiar and warm, he smelled comforting as humans often did, not like the wild like other lycans.

Heaving a sigh she stopped following his scent, instead leaning against a railing and crouching down. People around her cast curious glances as the little lycan slid into a crouch and hung her head. Stop thinking about him, stop following him and both of their wounds would heal faster. Gia would never have done any differently, in the end she had made the right choice and that was what mattered. He would be better slipping back into that dark and dangerous world of hunting so that when they next met he would have no compunctions about killing her: If she was in her wolf form it would probably save his life.

That was why she gave up the chase of him there and then, it was why she wasn't watching for him walking back and didn't pick up his scent; he was down wind of her. It didn't matter, even if he had walked past her in the street then she wouldn't have looked up, after all their conversation had come to and end and it seemed like they had said everything meaningful. This was probably the end of it all and Gia was quite ready to accept that fact. After all it was better than both of their deaths.