Snippet #10925

Ana walks silently through the alleys of New York. Her blonde and brown hair flutter in the wind as she pulls her hood up to contain them. The damp air chills Ana to the bone, so she pulls out a ciggarette to warm her up. Out of the pack, she flicks the lighter with ease, sending a small flame up to the end to the ciggarette. Inhailing the smoke, Ana's nerves start to calm down and she exhails.

I wonder what I can do tonight. Missy is working, but maybe I can stop by and chat. How busy could Kitty Kat's be? Her thoughts run through her head as Ana turns onto a dimly lit street. The smell of gasoline and blood fill her nostrils, a smell she never wanted to come in contact with again.

"Marsueves.." The name crosses her lips as a faint memory reappears in her mind. The love of her life, and she put him away forever. But he deserved it, after all he did murder her brother. God rest his soul, Erik.

"Eh, I need to stop opening old wounds." She says to herself, but the strength of the scent pushes her to another alley, and another. Now she is on a mission to find the source of whatever it is she keeps smelling.