Heading home -- Open.

[emily120]

The street was deserted as Hayden drove into the town, all she really needed was to fill her gas tank, she had heard that her Grandfather was sick and she wanted to go see him, but at the time, she had been in Florida, while her Grandfather was in New York, she had been delayed leaving due to a vampire that was being overly difficult. She sighed as she finally found a gas station and pulled in, resting her forehead against her steering wheel she closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Six years, and still no sign of the thing that had killed her Father, she wished there were some way to find it, but she was failing, and she knew she would never “rest easy” if that thing, that creature was still alive.

She heard a faint tapping on her window and her head snapped out, and she just about reached for her salt bullet gun but relaxed when she saw a teenage boy, she rolled down her window and looked at him curiously, it had to be the middle of the night, why would they have a teenager working. Shaking her head she asked him to fill up her tank and then paid him as she did so. Moving out of the way of the gas tanks she got out of her car, deciding she really needed a good walk, just to stretch her legs and let loose some steam.

She didn’t really know the town so she decided to walk down the street a bit then come back, she locked up her car, making sure her gun was where she normally hid it, in between her belt and jeans, she had a small hilt attached just to hold it. She pulled her sweater down to make sure it was covered and began walking. It was quiet, which would be nice, to anyone who hadn’t grown up like she had. She knew it was too quiet, and knew something was slightly off, she heard a yell and looked off in the direction, noticing an alley way she saw someone hunched over and she stopped in the opening of the alley way her right hand positioned just over the gun.

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Sofia didn't like New York. She traveled a lot, and she hadn't come across any place she truly hated yet. But she preferred warm, sunny places with lots of open space and plenty of nature.

This part of New York was not one of those places.

Sofia sighed as she waited at the counter inside the convenience store. It was just a little quick-mart at the gas station. She was picking up some snacks. A bag of baked potato chips, two packages of pop tarts, and two small bottles of Mountain Dew. She'd be full of caffeine and sugar, which wasn't a habit of hers, but tonight she'd make an exception. She grabbed a Snickers bar as the kid behind the counter was scanning her other items and placed it on the counter.

She thanked the boy after paying and headed out of the store. She was wearing a pale yellow dress that came down to her knees. It was covered in purple flower print. Carrying her bag of snacks, Sofia started walking down the street in the direction of her motel. It was a long walk, but she hadn't acquired a car yet. Normally the walk wouldn't have bothered her, but she was wearing flip-flops and her feet were starting to make her painfully aware of their lack of arch support.

Sofia walked, letting her mind wander. She thought about her mother, who had called her earlier that day to wish her well, as she always did when Sofia traveled. She thought about her father, but pushed those thoughts away quickly before they made her sad. Finally, she thought of her job. She was a photographer and she'd been trying to get her business off the ground for a while. So far she'd only had luck in getting strange jobs - people looking for spirit photos, evidence of the afterlife.

Her last job in Nebraska had given her more evidence than she ever would have dreamed possible.

She stopped walking suddenly as she heard a noise that pulled her out of her thoughts. She listened carefully and looked around.

"Hello?" she called. "Is someone there?"

She listened again, but heard nothing. She decided it was probably an animal or something and continued walking. Then she heard another sound, like whispering. She stopped walking and turned around, but there was no one behind her.

"Hello?" she said, with more determination.

Still nothing. She waited there for a long moment, standing still and staring toward the direction she'd come from. She sighed, irritated, and turned around to continue walking. She gasped when she was grabbed roughly by two strong hands gripping her shoulders.

She screamed.