Not Until We Are Lost

Bo didn’t know where to go, but she didn’t think staying at the house was the smartest idea. At least not yet. The dead guy had said that there might be some who wouldn’t care for her kind, and she supposed that was true even back home. She supposed it could be worse, much worse.

Rather than focus on just how screwed her life had become, she decided to focus on getting to know where she was. This place felt different than the last. She couldn’t explain it, but she knew that something was different. It wasn’t just the way everything looked, but there was a definite feel to it. This was not wherever she’d been.

So, it was with a sigh, she sat down at a cafe to eat something normal people ate. Well, normal people with money. She might have gotten someone else to pay for the muffin and coffee. She needed to find an ally, a real ally. At least Johnny wasn’t an enemy, but that wasn’t exactly the same as someone who may possibly on the off chance care that she existed and remained living.

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There was a strange comfort in seeing Jo.

Just months ago, Phaedra would not have thought she'd find the presence of someone like the hunter comforting at all. She'd lost so much of the humanity that she'd gained because of Lindsey and Harry with their disappearances, and she'd spent so much time alone that it was easy to backslide into being the kind of thing that humans--even hunters--feared.

It never mattered that she was, ostensibly, a 'good guy.' What mattered was that human beings were programmed to fear predators.

Seeing Jo did not change that Phaedra had arrived in this place hungry.

It was better for everyone if she did something about that hunger. Self control came with her age, with her centuries, but eventually that would break. Phaedra did not want to find herself in some strange position again, with someone she knew... and hungry.

After parting ways with Jo, Phaedra made her way to the hospital at greater than human speed. It didn't matter what bassackwards town or planet or whatever this was... there had to be a hospital.

Her only other choice was to find a few willing donors. Nudge them with her mind. Make them forget afterward. She preferred to hunt down those that truly had it coming, though. And so far, in this place, she was not getting any kind of read on thoughts that betrayed that.

She stood outside the emergency room doors, scanning the mind of the nurse at the intake desk for the location of the blood bank. The doors opened and closed automatically three times before Phaedra turned around.

Someone was there.