#gentlehearted

He noticed the smell of lavender and chamomile as he passed the girl, the smell of warm summers back home. The herb garden out back.

It was such a sudden, vivid memory that Dalton stopped and turned to look back at her. And that's when he saw something fall out of the bag she carried.

Talk about timing.

Welp. This wasn't good! They were supposed to keep their little good vs evil fights within Samson City, so the general public didn't know about their existence. And here was her green-caped giant eyeball rival stealing copious amounts of books from the public library by the use of telekinesis. Can't really keep that hidden.

"She was huddled under the car at that parking lot, and I didn't want her to crawl up under for warmth. Then I waited around for the owner, and she's not theirs, so- I'm walking around and asking."

Sparrow sat on the other edge of the bench, so this young woman could also pet the cat. "You were my kinda last hope, now I dunno what to do."

The reanimated man had stayed hidden in this alleyway for hours now, enthralled by the information presented by the small, ubiquitous machine he now held in his hands. After his escape from his captors, he had managed to purloin this device when its owner’s back was turned. He resisted the urge at first, reluctant to resort to theft again. Once he’d observed enough to realize the magnificent source of answers this was, though, he’d seen little choice. He’d grabbed the first one he could, then slipped into what shadows were left to him in this too-bright night.

He’d learned where – and more importantly, when – he was, but that was only the beginning. He had learned what the strange device probably was; had learned of the uses of electricity, of solar panels, wind turbines, skyscrapers. Of bicycles, sewing machines, tesla coils, cars. Terrified and captivated in equal measures, he failed to maintain crucial awareness of his surroundings, almost letting someone stumble right into him.

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The sun had only been down a short hour when Nancy found little Janie. It wasn't even hard. She sighted her walking down the street, probably heading home from the auto shop.

Of fucking course.

The vampire rolled her eyes and dropped her cigarette, crushing it under her heeled boot as she stepped off the curb. She crossed the street with a bounce in her step and a sweet smile on her lips.

“Jane,” Patrick whispered urgently, hoping against hope that no one outside the room could overhear. “We’re getting you out of here, okay?”

Every so often, he found himself curious. Humans were interesting creatures. Infuriating, but interesting. He liked to watch them, put an obstacle in there way, change their direction, and see how they reacted. Not an act of cruelty, not one of malice, just one of pure boredom and curiosity.

Perhaps that was why he bothered to speak.

"I wouldn't go that way if I were you," He called, loud enough that she would be able to hear him, but softly enough that he could be ignore if she chose.