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his nose pointed in the air as he faced her. it was stunning to imagine such a creature as himself, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞. she couldn’t wait to taste him. her jaw tensed as she thought of the silky warmth he could provide just from a prick. 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗱. she wanted to lose herself in someone tonight. and this little man all on his own? he’ll do. 𝘰𝘩, 𝘩𝘦’𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰. an apology met with the turn of his gaze. instead of looking at her, his dark eyes pointed towards the concrete as his fingers fumbled with the loose wrapping paper. then, he spoke. his voice lit her senses on fire, spreading goosebumps as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

❛ you always give things away for a name? shame, i should’ve asked for more. ❜ 𝐤𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥-𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬. her skin was a rosy hue, thankfully from a meal not even an hour before. what can she say? with age, she grew greedy. she blinked. ❛ name’s kat. and yours? ❜ the brunette plucked the cigarette from his pinched fingers as she placed it between her lips. for a brief hope, she wanted to taste his skin against the paper. 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳. if she was a few years younger, they couldn’t hold this conversation for long without her dipping into temptation.

now?

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥. kat lit the edge of her cigarette with a lighter, offering the piece of pink plaster to her suitor. 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁 𝘂𝗽 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. believe it or not – she was fascinated in the poor creature. her nails made a point to meet his shoulder as she swiped a thumb down the arm of his shirt. ❛ you don’t look like you’re from around here and i mean that in the greatest of compliments. ❜

She teased him, and drew a smile from Isaac with it. Should have asked for more she said, if he would give up a cigarette for her name. She couldn’t know he would have given it to her for her smile, or that Isaac didn’t have much else to offer. His possessions were sparse; the stipend the Institute paid didn’t go far, and even if he had the money to spend, he wouldn’t have known what to buy with it. Isaac only kept what he could carry with him, and had no keepsakes of his life before.

“Isaac. Uh, Isaac Owens. Is that a nickname?” Isaac asked, watching the cigarette raise from his fingers to her lips. A flash of pink, her lighter clicked, and the paper crackled with her inhale. Isaac let himself the luxury of observing. The orange light along the curve of her throat and dark stain her lips had left on the crisp white paper when it left them. Isaac took the lighter from her, though he’d given his vice away and hadn’t yet rolled the replacement, and clutched it in his hand, digging smooth plastic into the heel of his palm

“I’m passing through town,” Isaac said, shoulders lifting and falling just as quickly. Bored of the topic, and people didn’t press as hard when there was nothing to rub their curiosity wrong. His hand slipped into his pocket, letting the lighter go to take out the box of tobacco instead, and the thin cardboard envelope of rolling papers. Methodical, born of the practice of habit, he pinched the amount he needed out, and twisted the paper to roll it into a cylinder, watching Kat’s face. “I would guess you aren’t from around here either, if I had to.”

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it wasn’t often that kat found herself on the outskirts of los angeles. it seemed pointless to travel from a city that had everything within her grasp. even when she parted with the city in a bittersweet gesture, she felt a pang of loneliness as she ventured the streets of new york. new york wasn’t home. she thought it could be. what was really different about one big city to another? it seemed, at least in her case, that warmth welcomed her bones better than chilly pissed-filled air.

since rob passed, the brunette had avoided family. the closest she had gotten to her mother in the past six years was a trip to austin. she wanted to see what some of her friends pressed about the city. in truth, she was only in it long enough to play a show during stigmata’s tour. then, back on the bus and towards the next town. sometimes it would be another city within texas. sometimes they skipped straight to arizona. it depended on ollie’s direction.

now, she was free. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝. she dropped from her label with a hefty fine. no one was aware that she died other than clarke himself. she was able to freelance her music, focusing on her talents to produce music and submit lyrics for bands. she was better at this. there was less of an urge to be around people, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

her hunger led her to this bar. it was a routine at this point to fish for bodies outside of the city. she could wrap her velvet lips around their neck, stumbling back to their apartment like she was too drunk to fuck. sometimes they fooled around. sometimes she just cut to the chase. most of the time none of the suitors remembered 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻 as she sucked her meal out of bourbon-laced veins.

with a cigarette at hand, the brunette ventured through the cloud of people that floated around her. it was different veins pulsing. one, however, caught her attention. it was a lonely broad, looking no older than thirty-five. his nose was buried in a wrapper as he attempted to roll his own cigarette. she could tell it was tobacco from the smell. 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰.her nails clicked on the patio table as she made her presence known. ❛ why don’t you roll them before you leave? you’re lucky pot is legal. ❜ a smirk drew on her lisp as kat looked over the brunet. ❛ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧’ 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧’? ❜

People watching wasn’t his reason to linger; Isaac had been a smoker most of his life and didn’t see the point in quitting now. To what, live longer? Old age was unlikely to be in the cards for him anyways with his line of work. Yet still, Isaac used the time to watch while he had his fix. He liked to watch people and always had, but now his fascination was doubled by how foreign his own country had become to him. Isaac felt like a tourist, lurking in a local establishment to try and blend and immerse himself, and oblivious to the fact that everyone around knew who he was. Except Isaac was aware of the looks. In a town this size, you knew most people. Strangers stuck out.

Only one drifted near, her nails clacking on the wood behind him and sending the hair on the back of Isaac’s neck on end. He shivered, hiding it on an exhale as he lowered his hands and his roll, half turning to face her. She was closer than he expected, he hadn’t heard her so close behind him, their faces almost even, and Isaac quickly corrected, stepping back with an automatic muttering apology.

“Excuse me?” Isaac said, eyes flicking down to his hands then up to meet hers. She had nice eyes, wide enough for him to get lost in and irises nearly as dark as her pupils, which gave them the illusion of being bigger, more innocent. She was very pretty, and she carried the confidence of it well, deserving of her easy, luring smile, lips terribly inviting for a kiss.

“Not sure. I guess I like the distraction,” Isaac answered her finally, her words finally catching up to his thoughts. “You can have this one, if you give me your name for it,” he sealed the ends with a final twist, and held the final slender cigarette in two pinched fingers towards her.

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While Isaac hadn’t set out with the bar in his mind, his path seemed to take him there directly. Dark had settled, signalling the long awaited start of the weekend and like him, people filtered out into the streets downtown. This town was more alive than others Isaac had passed through. Smokers clustered around the mouths of the few watering holes scattered along the main streets, and already drunk gaggles of laughing young people, drifted aimlessly between them. It was his first night in town, and Isaac had booked himself into the motel, dragged his bag into the room, and then he thought he might use the night to begin gathering information. Get a head start on his investigation so he could leave sooner, but leave sooner...to go where?

He didn’t even remember what the town was called anymore. Franklin? No, that must have been the last one. Never more than a few weeks in one place over the last year, every new town Isaac passed through had just overlayed itself over the last. He’d always prided himself on attention to detail, but now embarrassingly Isaac wasn’t sure he could have given a distinguishing feature of a single town he'd passed through, even if pressed.

And this place, whatever it was called, was no different from the rest. Bigger than some maybe, but its main street was still riddled with For Lease signs in boarded store fronts. People were moving to the cities, another Agent told him when he asked, but it was difficult to get clear answers about things like that, and everyone had an opinion they were eager to explain to him, before he’d decided to stop asking. At least some things never changed.

Still, Isaac avoided the cites. Even in his own time he had tried to, but now more than he’d thought possible they were too loud, busy, people moving through the densely packed streets like insects through a hive. Someone told him there’d been cities just as busy when Isaac had been born, just on the other side of the world, but Isaac had never seen those.

They didn’t allow smoking inside of bars, apparently not since it had been discovered it would kill you. So before he went inside, leaning against the patio railing Isaac took the time to roll himself a cigarette and smoke it slowly.

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