Unnatural Progression [Haunted]

[Cookie <3]

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Early spring by the Boston waterfront carried a lingering chill in the wind. The nip of winter still grasped desperately at the city. Micki huffed, watching her breath fog in the night. Dressed in thick jeans, a large sweater, and her favorite Chuck's, she spent the evening exploring the docks. Peeking into shops and eyeing the upscale restaurants and bars that lined the water's edge. Even into the late evening, the city was lit up brighter than a Christmas tree. The dark water of the harbor reflected the gold and red of the towering skyscrapers.

In a way, there was an odd beauty to this place. Very different from the simple charm of the Wyoming wilderness. The residents were vastly different. Always in a hurry - places to go and people to see. The girl could barely keep up with the constant movement. And she did not even dare to venture into the subway; she would just get even more lost.

"But… I guess it isn't so bad," she muttered, rubbing her fingers to keep warm.

She still missed her pine forests, though.

However, the cityscape was not the only reason she ventured to this side of the country. Behind the veil of humans and corporate, Boston hid a vast supernatural society. Or… so she'd heard from other werewolves. Her trip out here was for her to find out on her own. How large of a population, the young werewolf was not quite sure. But it must be impressive, considering the size of the city. And when she was finally kicked out of her father's house, Boston was first on her mind. I've never been to a big city either, so… it's a learning experience. And an experience it was. Getting here was a chore, and finding her way around was just as hectic.

She considered herself lucky when she discovered a hostel on the outskirts of Downtown.

Pausing to lean against a railing that overlooked the docks, the young woman pouted as her stomach growled. Micki whined. Of all the things, finding food was proving to be the hardest part of her trip. The city is nice, but catching dinner would be so much easier back home. The big city lacked her usual meals. And since moving here, money was tight. Her stomach grumbled louder - accompanied by an almost insistent brush of her beast within. It sent a shiver up the girl's spine. And the need to eat doubled.

The girl stretched. "Dinner time," she mumbled to no one in particular.

Now, where in this crowded city, was the best place for a broke werewolf to find a meal?

[haunted]

Aaron casually walked down the paved roads of South Boston, the smell of water and freshly cooked meals filling his nose.
In his hands there was a small, white bag filled with various pastries from the market around the corner.
Luckily for him, he was half human, so he could eat the delicious things that mundanes so commonly produced.
Like these mouth watering pastries.

Wearing a crooked smile and worn-down scarf, he sat down near one of the various docks.
"Finally." He said with a teasing hiss as he plopped one of the tiny, sugar-coated things into his mouth.
While chewing the tiny concoction of icing and dough, his eyes grazed over the scenery around him.
It was a rather calm setting. Trees swaying in the wind, birds chirping, people singing, that kind of thing.
For a moment Aaron wondered why he stayed inside all the time.
Oh yeah.
People.
He hated people.
So much for making friends.

After about four little dough-things, the vampire decided that he had enough.
He peered into the small bag and counted how many were left.
Six.
"What the hell am I going to do with this?" He mumbled, his mouth still half-stuffed with deserts.
Perhaps he'd just throw them out to some hungry strays on the side of the road, or use them for bait on a fishing hook.
Either way the food needed to be eaten.

He wasn't about to waste money.

[Cookie <3]

There was not much along this portion of the waterfront. And as the need for food grew stronger, the girl figured it was best to head back towards some reasonably priced places. AKA, McDonald's, Micki thought, grimacing at the mere notion of eating one of those nasty burgers. Guess that's what happens when one is raised on fresh, high-quality elk meat most of their life. But she supposes that city life is different. And those simple comforts aren't as readily available here. Guess I'll just have to make do…

Still, what she do for a little taste of home…

It was as she was walking back towards the eateries that a scent hooked her beast. As if something had grabbed it by the nose and held it in place. The animal bristled and whined through her bones. Sending a sharp shudder coursing across her skin. Green eyes hastily scanned the docks. It was an unfamiliar odor, mixed with a sugary sweetness that set her teeth on edge.

And when she finally located the source of the scent, it was coming from a young man seated at one of the piers, eating something strange. The candied aroma emanated from the items in the bag. But other scent was one she could not place. One she had never come across before. And while curiosity tugged at her to discover why he smelled so different, instinct dictated that she stay back. Keep a nice, defensible distance from the stranger. It felt like treading into unknown territory. Boston had it's mysteries. And she had come here to uncover them for herself.

Her stomach twisted in knots as she took a few careful steps towards him. He was muttering something to himself that she did not quite hear.

"You shouldn't eat those things," she began gently, still standing several feet away. Out of arm's reach and in his peripheral. There was an almost easy smile gracing her expression. But it was more of an attempt to disguise the nervousness rattling through her frame. "It'll rot your teeth."

She gave no introduction. For there was power in a name. And her beast crept cautious beneath her skin, tickling the fringes of her being. Ever attuned to its needs, she paid both it and the young man her attention. Her stomach gave a low rumble as the smell of the sweet, sticky treats reached her nose.

For a moment, her smiles transforms into a teasing smirk. "Plus, they'll make you fat."

Yeah, she went there...

[haunted]

The vampire quickly turned his attention towards the new voice, slightly startled to say the least.
He tensed up a bit in surprise and eyed her cautiously.
Obviously, she wasn't proposing to be much of a threat, due to the fact that she stood a good distance from him and he could practically smell the fear emitting off of her.
A quirky smirk settled on his lips as he got to his feet with ease.

"Hmm. This is true," he murmured in a thoughtful tone "Here, you can get fat and loose your teeth for me instead."

He made a motion to hand the girl the small bag of deliciousness, but drew back a bit and cocked his eyebrow.
Aaron wasn't quite ready for her to leave just yet.

"If you tell me your name first." The man added with a sneer.
He knew very few people in Boston, which really sucked even though he was the most anti-social twat ever.
He was beginning to think that people were scared of him, or just thought he was unappealing.
Hopefully this wasn't the case.

[Cookie <3]

Green eyes followed the boy's movements. A turn in her direction. A similar cautious gaze. All followed by a taunting smirk and an almost nonchalant posture. The girl looked on with a comical curiosity. It was clear that he did not see her as a threat, judging by the his response. The scent of the sweet treats beckoned to her beast and her own stomach. They were quite tempting. Anything to stop its constant grumbling.

His offer seemed almost too good to pass up. Holding out the bag for her to take, the young woman approached without thought. Hunger got the better of her. One - two steps closer and she could nearly reach out and take the bag. It was right within her grasp.

Micki snorted. "As if. I don't get fat."

Real cute, but no.

However, the bag was snatched from in front of her. Dangled like and carrot and stolen right in front of her eyes. And for a moment, Micki could only blink. Wha-What? Slipped right through her fingertips, and the full effect of her actions finally hit her. The young man's scent was a smack in the face. There was human and something else. It was too late to backpedal now.

At least, not without appearing rude.

"Not fair," she pouted with an uneasy grin. The corner of her lips twitched, showing off a few canines. Her beast hovered at the edge of her senses. Watching and waiting. Preparing for the worst… just in case. Still, the girl was willing to play along. Even if he had thrown her for a loop. Really? Her name? That was the last question she expected to get.

Folding her arms over her chest, she eyed him with a growing interest. "… What if I don't want them? Do I get to keep my name a secret?" Still, she could not hide her intrigue. His scent was different. All the same, that is what kept her from turning tail.

However, never let it be said that she wasn't a team player. "However, if you must know, it's Micki. And you, Sweet Tooth?" she quipped, smirking.

[haunted]

"… What if I don't want them? Do I get to keep my name a secret?"
The girl said with a slight pout and a short pause, as if she was contemplating over whether or not she wanted to tell him her name. "However, if you must know, it's Micki. And you, Sweet Tooth?"


The chuckle released from Aaron's lips was a genuine one.
The girl was rather kind, not all distant and rough like most of Boston's city goers at this time of day.
He hands the reward to her, hoping she didn't mind that he stepped a few inches closer.
Something then hit him as a gust of wind blew through, something he didn't notice before. She didn't smell of human, no, she smelled of wolf.
Aaron raised an eyebrow, not expecting this turn of events.
How many supernaturals were in Boston? I mean damn.

"My names.. Aaron." He said with a little more caution than before. Some werewolves didn't like vampires, he knew, and if she happened to be one of them.. Well. He couldn't possibly hurt her.
Too much cuteness.
"Do you always accept food from strangers?"
His voice mainly consisted of sarcasm, though there was a little truth to it.
Crazy people inhabited the streets, he could be some creeper trying to spike pastries in attempt to drunken some girl.
Luckily for her, Aaron wasn't that type of guy.