—; sensitive ears picked up the soft hum of street lamps, a course of electricity that seeped into his bones. Toma rarely entered towns or cities these days. The never ending noise and scents grated at his senses in a way that put him into a foul mood for days. If it weren’t for the full moon that passed just days prior, he could have avoided Forks all together. There was something wrong with this place, he couldn’t put his finger on it. Still, he couldn’t ignore the taste of stale blood on his tongue any longer. Not to mention his joints ached from this months shift. It took him half an hour to find the cities motel and he had to bite down on a growl when he approached the reception door. “Full?” disbelief coloured his voice as he read the motels notice, “How the hell is a motel in a place like this full?”

        “ okay , so . . . ” her question hangs in the air , a brow furrowed on her features before she raises a puzzle-shaped cookie in front her . “ if i get a couple of these , does it form a picture ? ” she asked the young man behind the counter . it was a stupid question she knew , but a question nonetheless . she was curious . “ aren’t you curious ? ”