to face the silence - open

[wreynne]

The city had been getting on her nerves.

Wreynne was tired of the hustle and bustle, the loud crowds, the constant chaos around her. She wasn't affiliated to any particular group but she could feel that something was wrong. Something was going to happen. She didn't know what - and she didn't like being kept in the dark. Perhaps even the humans - seemingly frail and oblivious - knew too. The humans she observed idly during the day hurried along and kept to themselves now more than ever. She had no solid evidence, but her intuition was good enough for her. Throughout the week Wreynne had gotten increasingly paranoid. By Friday she knew she needed to get out - not to party, frequent her haunts, or visit a friend.

No, she was going to Hyde Park.

Hyde Park had been a beautiful place to visit when she had been human. Now it was nothing but a wasteland. It was abandoned and provided for her some much needed solitude. She had easily slipped into the empty park an hour ago and had taken to strolling along the perimeter by herself. Slipping her thin fingers through her thick dark hair, Wreynne continued quietly on her way. She had already past this particular part of the park a few times already but she wasn't quite ready to leave yet.

She had finally calmed down enough but going back right now would unhinge her. Perhaps she should get out of London entirely? Take a trip around Europe and return when she felt better about whatever it was that was bothering her. She didn't like this... but she didn't know what she didn't like. It irked her greatly. Before she could ruminate too much on her paranoia she heard a sound.

To her left, she heard footsteps. Although she wanted to dismiss them - and assume they were just a wild animal scavenging, she knew better. She walked a bit, waiting to see if the intruder would leave, but to her bitter disappointment they didn't. "Who's there?"

It was dark out, but she could make out a figure in the darkness. If they approached or not, she would be able to react accordingly. She was not in the mood for a hostile encounter with anyone this evening. She was in a bad mood and someone would end up dead if they rubbed her the wrong way. Crossing her arms and keeping her eyes trained on the intruder, Wreynne waited.

[The Zodiac]

The night was thick with darkness. Each shadow could be a disguised figure, or a simple, misshapen tree. A plain human, such as the young man who currently roamed the desolate park, was unable to detect the difference—at least, not until it was too late. But for him, this mattered little. A stalker of the night, he was, and he has grown accustomed to such daunting surroundings through experience. Still, one must not become complacent. Each snapping twig or crunching leaf roused a sense of vigilance within the young man, causing his watchful eyes to rove through the barren wasteland before continuing onward. Most times, it was merely the wind blustering past the naked branches of trees, or the passing of a jackrabbit—at least, this is what he believed until a voice interrupted the silence.

"Who's there?" it said, and in response, the young man ceased his stride, sighing his disappointment. The one and only reason he was even in Hyde Park was for the peace and isolation, what it was best known for, and who better to ruin that than another person—a female, no less. He turned to face the source of the voice, but in the darkness, the mere human could hardly discern her figure from the rest of the blackness. “No one but me,” he announced with a hint of annoyance, but despite himself, smirked wearily. Perhaps he could make a little fun out of this unanticipated encounter after all. “And who’s over there?” he asked in a bantering manner, almost repeating her question, and if she could not discern the smirk plastered across his face in the darkness, his current facial expression would have been made blatantly obvious by the tone of his voice. “Vampire, werewolf—what? Certainly not human…” he mused, trying to judge which species she happened to be and whether or not he should be particularly weary of her presence. He had guessed inhuman simply because of the circumstances—she would have to be one conceited bitch to be wandering about Hyde Park in the middle of the night while being a mere human—much like this young man was, but he could admit that he was a smug bastard. Moreover, this female must be of a non-humanoid race simply because of how she could so confidently announce his presence, despite the low visibility. Any human would have difficulty doing as such, much like this young man did. Despite these clever deductions, however, the young human could, of course, still be wrong. This stranger could just as easily be deceiving him, but either way, the only way for him to find out is by her response, now, isn’t it?

(Sorry for shortness... <-<)