museguided:
Mikaela’s steps slowed to a stop, blue eyes searching for the source of the voice. He could sense it- something wrong, terrible, dangerous- lurking in the shadows. It led him to stray from the group he accompanied, damned by his own curiosity.
“Who are you to decide that?”
“I am no one really.” Footsteps approached the blond, revealing a slender woman in a pinstripe suit of all things with a sword attach to her hips. Vivid green eyes locked onto the teenager, a bit of bewilderment flicker across her face.
“I merely point out the obvious but apparently my nose tricked me.” A hand rest on the hilt of her sword leisurely, her body language languid at the moment as she observe the curiosity before her.
“I smell a vampire and thought food came to me only.. you’re not quite, are you? Half way there like a poached egg.”
