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Light shifts and she finds herself awake. That dream. Shaking her head a leaf falls from her blond hair. Living in the park is all it's cracked up to be. She shoves the sleeping bag to her right.

"Get up Roger."

He grunts and rolls to his side.

"Too early."

She jabs him in the stomach with her elbow.

"Get up."

He laughs, wincing as he sits against the park bench.

"I liked you better when you were human."

She sneers staring into his cold blue eyes. She did too. But there's no choice. She has to be hard. To run, hide, and cower like some kind of animal from her own kind. Humans...how can they be so naive.

Looking at her hands she pushes her thumb deep into her palm. What is she fighting for. They will never understand what it's like to be practically immortal. She pushes her thumb in harder. No scar. No trace of the deep gash from the night before. No wonder they hunt them.

She tries to remember what it's like to be so fragile. She can crush steel beams with her pinky. And if she wanted to, if she finally gave up her weak morality...she could kill everyone in this city. Even the ones they call Hunters. Nothing is a match for her strength.

Then, she would be like them. She looks at Roger's distant gaze. His carefree face. All of mankind could be cut open, bleeding in agony, and it wouldn't bother him. Why then\why does he follow her, stay by her side, resist the temptation to feed.

A low growl escapes his jaw.

"We'd better get going. It seems breakfast has found us."