Snippet #1845793

Eva walked down her street, her heels tapping against the pavement rhythmically. She passed few people on her way to her small home, a fact that made her quite happy. Ahead, she could see a shadow sitting in the front window of her home. Her lips curled into a smile as she rummaged through her small purse, easily finding her keys. The moment she opened the door, happiness flooded into her being as a black dog with tan markings bounded it's way into the front hall of the house. The door closed and her laughter bubbled throughout the house as she knelt beside the dog, allowing him to lick her face once or twice. She scratched behind his ears lovingly before gently nudging him off her lap and standing.

A soft whine almost stopped Eva as she made her way into the kitchen, dropping her purse and keys on the counter. The dog followed her, watching her every move as she pulled out the fixings for a mid afternoon meal. Soon, the scent of some type of soup filled the kitchen and she inhaled through her nose, enjoying the pleasant smell of her cooking. She continued to move about the kitchen as she prepared her meal. A lull in her cooking made itself known and the dog took it's opportunity and sat itself at her feet.

"Now, Sanders, you can't be hungry once again," the words were spoken in a thick Russian accent.

Another whine from the dog, now revealed to be Sanders, confirmed Eva's thoughts and she sighed lightly before making her way to a food bin. She twisted the lid open and grabbed a scoop from the ground beside the bin. She scooped out a generous amount of the dog food and poured it into a bowl a few feet away from the bin. Sanders yipped happily before burying his nose into the bowl. Eva smiled and put the lid back on the bin before walking to the sink and washing her hands.

Just as she went to pour herself a bowl of soup, the sound of the door bell ringing stopped her. She growled in aggravation and stalking her way to the front door. After calming her appearance, she opened the door, a bit surprised to see a man in a mail man uniform. The man asked her name.

"Evana Pasternak, do you have something for me?" she spoke, toning her accent down as best as she could so the man would understand her.

He nodded as he handed her an envelope with her name and address written neatly. She thanked him quietly as she shut the door. She paused just a few feet from the door, wondering how this little envelope was so important that it had to be hand delivered. With a slight shrug, she opened the envelope carefully. She pulled out a letter, her eyes widening at the first words she spied, 'I know what you are.'

She shook her head, not believing that someone actually knew her origins. Her eyes darted back and forth as she read the letter from beginning to end. Her brows furrowed as she pondered this information. Someone truly knew what she was, and they wanted her to come stay on their island. A single question rang through her mind.

Why not?

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The next day found Eva boarding a boat in the Bahamas. The plane ride had been uneventful, as she had been on many planes in her lifetime. She smiled at the boat driver, not surprised when the gruff man didn't return the gesture. She whistled and Sanders leaped onto the boat, his tail wagging as he curled onto one of the seats. Eva shook her head and set all of her luggage into a storage chest inside the boat. She told boat driver that she was prepared to leave and he nodded. Eva took a seat just as the boat began to pull forward. A single spark of doubt flashed through her mind, though the thought came too late for her to really change her plans of going to this mysterious island.

Could it be a trap?