she’s walking down a quiet street in new york f u c k i n g city, of all places, when she smells it : the strong tang of COPPER that used to plague her all around town when she was first turned. didn’t know then that everything was heightened because of the bite on her shoulder --- just assumed that she’d hit her face in the attack, was always expecting a nose bleed that never came.
but she knows better now. doesn’t know w h y the smell’s so pervasive but she knows it means SOMETHING. means, maybe, that someone ( or something ) from her hometown is here, now. a threat, so far from home. with barely a dozen people in her line of sight, it doesn’t take tegan long to sniff the person out. she’s had a few months now to hone her new abilities.
and she ... doesn’t recognise her. knew just about everyone back home, so ... she should. but she doesn’t falter for long. doesn’t m a t t e r if she doesn’t recognise the girl. the smell still means something, and doesn’t mean anything GOOD; she’s certain.
she comes up from behind and grabs the girl by the shoulder, pulls with FORCE.
“who the fuck are you? are you tailing me?” // @ofherstory