Run.

Introductions

"I never thought the touch of another person could make the nerves jangle and dance beneath my skin. It was like I had slept the last few months away and now, suddenly, I was waking up." -Shannon Delaney.

The rain was bearable, it was annoying but bearable. It was the smell it brought along with it that had my fists clenching and my heart slowing. The scents were strong, dirty and everywhere. I could smell the unwashed people that now rejoiced in the rain before realising their cardboard housing was saturating by the same thing they had been rejoicing. I could smell the pollution of the sewers beneath my feet. I could smell the never-ending trail of cheap perfume that lingered in the air, it was as if the rain was accentuating all those scents to attack my nose.

I stumbled through the streets at an ungodly hour in the night, searching for a restuarant that didn't just offer deep-fried calories. 

I suppose the night had to miserable for some reason, maybe it was a warning of sorts. That I should have stayed indoors. But no, I had ventured out into the wild New York City without my car and with no recollection of where my favourites restaurants had previously been. I used my nose to track, French catching my interest as I followed the smell of pasta and garlic. It was praiseworthy.

I reached the restaurant as dry as can be expected. My coat had kept my hair from being drenched and my dress from being swallowed by the rain, but my shoes had specks of mud and water soaked within them, not at all meeting the standards of a high-class restaurant I was currently in. I made a note to never go anywhere without my car again.

The waitress that served me didn't so much as blink at my shoes as she led me to closest available seat that was only reserved for two. I was accustomed to dining alone.

"Miss, anything to drink?" The waiter's eyes lingered on me but I paid him no mind.

"Mascato, red, make it the best you have please." I offered him a kind smile. He had eyes that resembled the Black Sea, a piercing blue that could turn a violent grey if a storm arises.

"Of course." He scribbled it down and rushed to bring me my order.

I looked around, noticing the business men with their mistresses, the people who made enough money to restore Africa to its glory, the people who dined only in luxury because to dine anywhere else would be undermining.

"Careful, Darcy," I heard a voice echo through the restaurant. I could tell she was trying to whisper, but it was high and called to my ears. "You know how you get after a few drinks."

"Please, I can handle myself perfectly fine!" The man retorted and I spun my head to see who I was eavesdropping on.

The man was very handsome. Short, dark brown hair with a define jawline, wearing a suit that could only be tailored my Emporio Armani and shoes that screamed designer as well. His green eyes was alight with happiness as he grinned at the girl in front of him. He was in love with her, even I could see it.

The girl on the other hand, held no such affection towards the man, clearly oblivious to his longing looks towards her. She was breathtaking. Not suspiciously small, but petite and thin with little curves exactly where woman are supposed to have them. She had hair that matched the colour of my eyes that framed her face in loose waves. Her nose was crinkled as she giggled at the man, a small nose, just taking up enough room on her face. Her face was heart-shaped, a rarity in the world of today. She had a tanned complexion of what could only be Latino. Her lips were full and she chewed on it dangerously. Her eyes were hazel but with my enhanced vision, I could inspect that there was specks of bright green within them. 

She had an inhuman beauty. Which could only be natural, as she wasn't human at all. Her scent was off. She was a mix of something, like myself, though weaker. Her partner was a vampire. His tan might hide that very well but his eyes couldn't, his eyes lingered too long on the waitress' neck when she brought them their drinks.