elodie stood on the side walk staring at her car. for whatever reason, she couldn’t get the damn thing to start. the brunette walked over to the hood and threw it open. for being alive a long millennium, you’d think she would have learned by now how to fix a car; but not elodie. when she looked into the hood all that stared back at her was a bunch of boxes. sure, she could have just walked home, or hell even bought a new car; but this white little 1947 buick was quite special, because she had taken decent care of it thus far. she attempted to poke and inspect some of the boxes but all she got in return was a tiny puff of exhausted smoke. “ oh come on !! ” elodie exclaimed giving a kick to the front of the car. the brunette huffed, continuing to poke at some of the wires until she heard a voice calling behind her and spun around.







