Made To Go Rogue

1 - Saving The Planet And All

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I hauled my camera bag higher onto my shoulder and tried my best to not knock down any products from the shelves. Were all 7-eleven's this crowded? It was mighty inconvenient. I puffed my short and still growing hair out of my face as I tried to find anything meaty. Why couldn't they supply nice steaks? Was beef jerky really the best they could do? Oh well I guess I'd have to just deal. I swiped four packets from the shelf and into the basket along with some quality junk food. And cranberry juice. I love me some cranberry juice.

I passed though another aisle and just at the corner, managed to knock down some, oh how do I put it, lady products? Not that I'd need any of it anyway. I conserved what blood I had. I sighed and put it back on the shelf. It was conveniently next to the pregnancy test. Oh how lovely. Another reminder of what I no longer had. Scowling at the shelf, completely in my own vicious mind, the sound of a bell snapped my attention to the door of the shop. Two men strode inside.

Usually I wouldn't be interested in whoever they were, but these two piqued my interest. I took a deep breath and when a musky scent filled my nostrils, I legged it to the other side of the store where I had seen some perfume racks. I quickly grabbed a bottle, juggling my bag and basket, and doused myself in it. I almost gagged at the stench that was – glancing at the label – a refreshing bend of wild flowers. I've smelt wild flowers, and this was not it. I could remember a time when I loved perfume. That time was not now. Unfortunately, the worse it stank, the more of my scent was hidden, so I spritzed myself again.

The men were at the counter. Tall, muscly, sticking together, one paying and the other surveying. Classic Werewolf Pack mentality and stature, or that's what Drew had told me. They bought what was needed, and apparently that was some... Oh god, were those condoms? Delightful. Wait... Were they extra large? Okay now that really was delightful.

Okay snap out of it girl. We do not engage in voyeuristic acts whilst concerning the enemy.

I don't know who that voice in my head was, but she sure was a prude. Must be the good angel side of me.

The men left the store and drove away loudly on their motorbikes. Urgh, did they know they were horrible for the environment? Monsters. In more ways than one...

Okay, down girl, focus. Time to do some digging.

I stumbled my way over to the till and the sap of a teenage boy on the other side. Wonderful, an easy target. Yummy neck.... Wow, back it up sister. Don't be thinking about that now. I swallowed down a suddenly very dry throat.

"Hi," I sighed with a smile and dumped my basket on the table top, making the lads eyes jump up from his mobile, but they didn't quite make it to my eyes. Atta boy. "I just want this all here," I clarified when he just stood there. He started checking the items, in a sort of daze. "So, do you know where people here go to have a good time? You would know where it was, wouldn't you?" I strengthened my British accent and this time, his eyes did get to mine, and I gave him quite a charming smile.

"W-well..." He started and cleared his throat. "There is a bar? Just outside of town. It's the biggest here." He started checking my items again, cheeks flushed.

"Oh? Who's it run by, do you know?" Small town like this, everyone should know everyone, unless someone wanted it otherwise for a specific reason.