"What do you mean I can't hunt yet?", Serah had said with a sullen look. There was nothing to be said about Serah's memory lapse. She still had that insatiable hunger within her. She sat down on the futon again promptly, and took a deep sigh.
"The hunters are after you. I've heard that even the most annoying of nuisances have come to hunt you down."
Rina sighed in unison with her mother as she throws a couple of dossier files.
"This was not easy to come by. Take a look. I need to go to my job as well as my own "house" I will be back to check on you Mother."
Rina stands up promptly, wiping off the residue of dust on her pants from the old futon. It's not like they had owned the house. They had just simply made a "vacancy" within it. The cold shrieks of pain and imminent defeat of the couple residing here before were still soaked within the walls of the confined house. Rina had nor the prowess of her mother nor the strength of the best hand-to-hand fighter. Her forte was intelligence. And it was simply just that, that she was going to utilize. After standing up and stretching her upper torso, Rina grabbed a coat off of the ornate wooden rack, putting it on before opening the door, an entrance to a raining, damp yet desolate place. She stepped out, letting out a breath of cold air, as she brushed off some of the water droplets from her shoulder.
"She always makes such a big fuss...over a meal. I keep telling her to stop playing with her food out of all things."
Serah quickly gets off of the floor and dressed as well. She puts on a pair of rain boots and steps outside briskly. There was one thing or another that she wasn't going to stand, and that was not going to be not satisfying her hunger. She boarded the train heading towards a town on the opposite side of the country.
There was a slight series of crackles as the droplets of rain hit against the cobblestoned road. She saw and heard someone approach her.
Thunk, thunk. thunk, the footsteps told her in unison. A scruffy man in seemingly his early twenties had stepped onto the road. Another unfortunate victim for the femme fatale.
"Excuse me..." she shivered as she waited for him to get past her a bit and tugged on the sleeve of his coat.
"What is it?", the man politely asked with a nonchanging expression. His black umbrella slightly shading his face as the droplets protested in unison with their own unique "thunk". It began to rain harder.
"Perhaps could I take shelter under your umbrella? I forgot mine..."
She quivered to reassure her newfound prey of her feminine charm and unanimous grace even in the worst of conditions. Her shoulders showed a slim slender physique that trailed down to her legs. She received positive affirmation on this as the man proceeded to examine her from head to toe.
"Sure, anything for a woman in distress."
"Oh my, what a gentleman."
Such frivolities and short exchanges continued for about a mile until the man finally asked:
"Where are we heading? I am not too far from here, my house is yonder." he pointed to a chain of smoke coming from a chimney on top of a hill to their left.
A moment of silence passed as they approached the crossroad.
"Nowhere near here."
She leaned against him. Could this be his lucky day the man probably wondered as she opened her gaping mouth and let it sink onto his ripe shoulder. To his astonishment he could no longer feel and quietly passed away less than 30 kilometers away from his dwelling. No one could explain why there was no trace of him aside from his bones.