Jun 15, 2019 4:35 PM
flo and sarah in aurum
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It's an awkward hike and she may have over-packed. But she really didn't want to leave any of her sketchbooks. Or her charcoals, pencils, acrylics... okay she definitely over-packed. It doesn't really bother or exert her. Her werewolf super-strength is good for something. But her backpack is definitely feeling the strain. It was already pretty worn before, but now she can almost hear the stitches stretching.

Also she has mud on her runners and her socks are soaked. Not a good feeling.

And she has no idea where she is. Which is kinda exciting and also terrifying. At least she's lost in the middle of nowhere though. The alternative is worse.

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Sarah keeps walking, and walking, and walking until nightfall. And then walks some more. She really is in the middle of nowhere. Which is also really good because it's very unlikely her aunt will find her out here.

...she stops suddenly and blinks. Totally thrown out of her thoughts.

Before her stands -- ish -- a house. Here in the middle of freaking nowhere.... which kind of makes sense since it also seems to be in very very need of repair. She thinks some of the roof has collapsed a little. But it's also huge, so the rest of the house might be... habitable?

She really really hopes it is, because her feet are freezing and so is the rest of her body. And she probably has a cold. She didn't even know she could get a cold. Werewolf with a cold. Sniffles McFluff.

Okay -- she really needs to get inside right now. She's probably delirious.

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There's something on the air, coming from the house. Like once upon a time there was something burning. 

Below all of that, something she hasn't smelled before.

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Well, the fact she smells burning doesn't bode well. And the other smell... weird mould? Ugh. She has no idea.

She's cold and sick and she can smell a storm of the horizon. She'll just have to suck it up. It's not like it can kill her. Probably. Maybe.

She goes inside.

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There is absolutely no evidence that anyone has lived here for some time, but there are some things that mean someone was here recently. Someone had definitely passed through, leaving that 'weird mould smell'.

In a hallway near the back, there is a door left ajar. Below seems to be the source of the smells.

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Sarah really doesn't want to go check it out. Really doesn't. But if someone is living here...

She cracks open the door slowly. "Creature from the Black Lagoon? This place isn't really lagoon-y, y'know."

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A soft noise, like someone startled, but then tried to make it like they hadn't moved.

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She doesn't open the door any more and stays where she is.

"Uh -- okay. Sorry about this. I didn't actually think anyone was living here. I was just really cold. And this place is kind of the only place around for miles."

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"You need to go," says a voice. A man, probably not much older than Sarah. 

He sounds terrified.

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-- worrying.

"Are you okay? You... smell kind of sick. Which is a weird thing to say, but."

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A sick sounding, bitter laugh. "Sick is one word for it."

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Creepy!

"Do you need help?"

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Yes.

"Don't come down here!" His voice is panicked at the idea.

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"Okay. I'll stay up here, I promise. We can just talk? My name is Sarah."

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"You're still in danger up there. I can smell you."

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"Right back at you, dude. But I can take care of myself."

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The voice is quieter this time. "Not from me."

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"Unless you have super-strength too, I kinda doubt that."

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There is silence for a long moment. Complete silence, she can't even hear breathing.

And then, finally: "You don't smell like a vampire."

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"Uh... because I'm totally not a vampire. Are you a vampire? Vampires exist?"

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"You- you're not here to-"

Silence for a moment. 

"They are. I didn't know till about two weeks ago. I don't blame you for not knowing."

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"....you didn't know they existed because you weren't one before."

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An anguished sound, like he was trying to cry but couldn't. 

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She wants to go to him, but she doesn't dare. Instead she sits down next to the door and hugs herself.

"I'm a werewolf. That's where my strength comes from. When I was five this -- monster -- attacked me. He bit me."

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So quiet, that if Sarah didn't have enhanced hearing, she would've missed it: "A monster bit me too."

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"He left me there to die. Bleeding out in my backyard. If my aunt hadn't been there, saved me..." Her breath is ragged, but she pushes on. "The first full moon afterwards was the worst pain of my life. The transformation..."

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