Snippet #2407088

The Were was silent for such a long time that Willa began to strain her ears for any sound of someone climbing the fire escape. Instead, she heard that familiar Dark Song again approaching beside the hungry-sounding Were song. Shit. She was starting to really dislike herself today. From below she heard him speak again--he sounded clearly annoyed.

"Yes, you can call me stupid, but I’m not the one who tried sneaking up on a Were-Tiger and a girl who’s part Vampire.” He had her there. That really WAS stupid of her. “Oh, and there is no reason to get yourself all wet, sweetheart.” Willa froze, heart racing. She was already soaked anyway. “That nasty little stink potion that you used is now all over you, which means that you made it like six times easier to track you.” She heard him chuckling at her from below as she trembled in outrage. She had made that fog potion too strong and used it in too close of a range..stupid! Stupid! Such an amateur mistake. Her trainer, Willow, would have beat her silly for making a mistake like that. Willa's mind raced as she tried to work out what she could do. No weapons. (Other than her speed, her whistle, and this one uncertain vial.) No obvious escape route.

“And why can’t we just talk? I mean, considering the fact that you were stalking my friend and I, threw a stink bomb at me, and I’m still willing to talk. Look, I’ve shifted back, I’m not going to hurt you or anything.” the Were called up to her again. Why had she followed their Songs rather than head home, as she always would? Why had she done that? Willa bit her bottom lip to repress the whimpering sound she knew she would make otherwise. It seemed she had no other options...she was cornered. Willa slunk out of the shadows, soaked through from the earlier heavier rain. Her dark hair was plastered to her neck. She slowly moved halfway down the fire escape, but was wary enough still not to proceed further. Her right hand clutched the whistle around her neck ,and her left hand held the vial. Below, she spotted a young woman. The other Dark song. Wait...that had been the one from the train that morning! Willa's eyes shone with recognition as she spotted the girl--but aside from that her face remained solemn. Inwardly, she was panicking like a bird trapped in a cadge.

"It...it wasn't supposed to be a stink bomb..." Willa managed to say softly, bitterness creeping into her words again. She looked to the Were, waiting for whatever it was he had to say.