clairvoyance rough rough draft

curiosity killed the cat

That same curiosity stuck with me till the shop closed , I was on closing duty tonight at the café. As I was cleaning the tables and flipping the chairs over on the tables , I Sensed it his aura even more hurt then before as if there was this deep rooted longing for something . I glance over my shoulder to look out the shop window .It was who I thought it was .

she saw Jason walking towards a near by path towards the park which was a more forested area. Luckily here its still full of nature which is why many love to live here . worried about Jason she finishes cleaning up.

She turned on her heels as fast as she could after locking the door of the shop and looked around. all she could see were street lights flooding the area .the shiny damp streets it was quiet she liked the silence but this moment was no moment to marvel in the beauty of the night .she tried not to stare at the bright stars above , since this town didn't give off to much light pollution the stars were still bright .

She stopped in her tracks closing her eyes trying to get a read of the area and the energies that maybe just maybe she could pick up on Jason's aura .since she lost him while closing . guess she could of called out to him but its to late for that .Clair was a pure blood psychic same with her parents and their parents and so on and so on.

Clair was always quite strong with reading energies , but there was this thing about him that was different . Nothing she has ever sensed from a human before. she could not read him as well as others. Sure these people come up quite often but it always intrigued her . Clair was quite curious and loved knowledge and learning new things . often letting this curiosity and wonder lead her instead of using her head. she stands there shutting her eyes taking slow shallow breaths. Feeling the wind through her fingers and hair a nice chill in the air .Focusing in on herself and the wind around her .the sounds of wind moving against objects causing it to creak then .

A feeling of unease self doubt and hatred a feeling that washed over her she goes towards it the feeling multiplying . Getting stronger she felt bad for the person but she could tell who it was .It must be Jason it must be him maybe an occurrence had happened in his life .why am I so fixated on this and him maybe something thing new just different but what's the worst that could happen .he doesn't seem hostile but a sense of restraint and pain . Even a kind of hunger like feeling or feeling deprived of something ?

On the path ahead there was, Jason walking home trying not to lose himself, just one current goal in mind is to get home as fast as possible. With out looking out of place and most important without hurting anyone. Jason had never killed a human and he's trying to keep it that easy but tonight he went to long without drinking blood . Where hes holding onto his sanity by a thread . the thirst us burning so bad.

He truly deeply despises what he is , so he tends to starve him self of blood only drinking when needed as little as possible .You may be thinking why not animal blood well that doesn't work at all on half breeds and including most purebloods. He's tried many times and different amounts it doesn't even take the edge off of the craving .maybe cause he is a half breed he ponders . In all the books on vampires he has read well that he can find . It never mentions anything about vampires living off animal blood.

he was walking down the dimly lit path with the flickering lamps along the winding path of the park. his shadow dancing along the trees as he walks. suddenly his eyes go wide as he picks up that there is a person near by. Are they following him he ponders,he walks this path cause no one uses it this late. Jason chooses not to look behind him and keep his eyes forward .

Clair squinting her eyes seeing a tall figure in the distance. she picks up her speed to try to close the gap between her and Jason . She chose to try to speak to him maybe get his attention she cups her hands around her mouth like a makeshift megaphone.