glitter on the wet streets | nofunever

[shehasfire]

Chicago is cold this time of year, even for her kind. She's standing outside a dive bar and grill that she looks far too young to enter, even if she's dressing more her age these days. She has since that night in 1864, and if she admits it to herself, it's been a relief to finally act her age. But although the freedom is refreshing, she still works

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[shehasfire]

As hyper-aware as Anna usually makes herself of her surroundings, the younger Salvatore brother is going unnoticed by her as she picks up the sound of a fight inside the bar. It's getting pretty heated from the sound of things. There's the sound of insults being shouted, glass breaking, and punches being thrown. Shortly after it breaks out, the sounds of protesting and shouting get louder as the man who started the fight gets dragged outside.

The scent of freshly drawn blood is sharp in the air and Anna is close to it. It's strong enough and it's been long enough since she's fed that her face begins to turn, and she quickly ducks away into a nearby alley to avoid being seen.

It would have been so easy to grab him away from the bouncer, to drag him into the alley with her so she could drink from him, but she couldn't expose herself like that. It was too early, there were still too many possible witnesses, and her business in Chicago wasn't finished quite yet.

[shehasfire]

Anna's spine goes rigid as someone addresses her and takes hold of her, forcing her to stop in her tracks. The hand is large enough to encircle her wrist, and for a second she wonders if it's Noah, but she dismisses the thought as soon as it comes. Noah's far too sloppy, if he wanted her attention he would have screamed for it.

Still, there's something familiar about the grip and the voice, but it's not enough to identify him. She turns her head slowly to face him, and when she sees who it is, her eyes go wide and her mouth drops open in shock. While she knew he wasn't dead, his wasn't a face she'd ever expected to see again.

"Stefan?"