Hunter’s Mark || Felicia & Viveka
Well... This absolutely sucked.
“You’ll be safe, Viveka. I wouldn’t put you somewhere you weren’t. Not after what happened in Charleston.”
Acheron promised her that she would be safe. That horrible, horrible mess in the 1860′s... corsets were everywhere. Now... there were giant boards with lights of different colors, screens of pictures that moved. She was just getting reacquainted with life in Atlanta before she was moved up here.
She still hated this whole century. She didn’t understand anything about it and wanted to go back to her simpler times. But that was impossible now. But hopefully her Squire would be able to help her out and get her more well adjusted so she didn’t jump and try to stab any sudden phone rings or car horns. And there were a lot of those sounds here in the City that Never Sleeps.
“Fuck you, Acheron,” She cursed in ancient Greek before shifting her chakram on her hip. It was night, but the lights made her feel like it was during the day. So many people were around and all of them were absorbed somehow or another in some tiny piece of... something in their hands. She believed Simi had called it a Cell Phone... she had one of those. But never used it. She preferred letters.
But as she caught the scent of something different around, she stopped and focused for a moment before turning quickly and darting into the shadows she found. Using them, she traveled to an alleyway where a mugging was going on. But she sensed something else was here too. It wasn’t just this Daimon and human... it was another hunter.
