Kai Vos (dancer301) wrote in lost_world, @ 2013-07-07 00:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, kai vos, rayne kenyon |
The hunt not a hunt (Rayne)
Jobs weren't exactly abundant in this time for women. Jack had found something that she seemed to enjoy. Kai didn't really get the appeal, but there were stories that Jack laughed at, and though Kai was a little suspicious, she trusted Jack. She trusted her friend and mentor to not do something that she didn't want to be doing, and to be honest about what was going on.
Kai had found a job teaching little girls ballet. It was something she could do, and a thing that she loved. She felt really lucky. It also gave her access to a dance studio. She was able to fill empty time with the empty space and the freedom to just dance, to move to the music in her head.
There was a lot of empty space.
Since being here on this world, Kai had encountered nothing that triggered the voice in her head telling her to kill. To throw herself in the path of danger to save the innocent. Nothing out in the general public, anyway. There were those with the group that she felt the need to end, but she was conflicted about that. They were monsters, that much she knew. But did monsters who were with them, who could be on their side, warrant death? All Kai knew was that there weren't nightly hunts. There wasn't a compass to guide her to move at all times. There was no confusion in her head. No being at odds with herself and the new purpose she'd found herself filled with.
It was like her life was hers again. As if she'd been granted a wish that she'd never voiced. She knew, intellectually, that it couldn't be seen as all bad. She'd met Jack, after all. And Eleni, and Max. Nothing there was bad at all.
But the freedom.
The YWCA wasn't a bad place to stay, either. She hadn't really known what to think of it when it had been found, she hadn't known, for one, that there was a women's version, she'd thought it was all one place. And she'd thought that place was really a refuge for the poor and homeless. But here, in this time, it was different. It was cozy-ish and clean. That was important. And safe. That was also important.
Riding high off of a night filled with teaching and an evening alone in the studio moving to sounds that wouldn't be invented for another fifty years at least, Kai left the building and started toward the place she'd come to think of as home. She wanted to get back to Jack, tell her about the day she'd had. Discuss what they might have for dinner - late dinner - ask about how the job was going. Maybe curl up and listen to the radio putting out tunes of this era. This was what she was looking forward to.
She was stopped, however. Not by anything she could see, but by the voice. The urging of it. It struck her so hard and so suddenly, a fullness where there had been only silence for so long, that she gasped and dropped her dance bag onto the sidewalk, clutching her stomach in shock, eyes moving through the shadows around her, looking, seeking. What was it? What was it? Where was it?