People were vanishing left and right. They reappeared and had weird tales to tell, but Mel barely paid attention. She spent an enormous amount of time looking up what priceless items were in the local museum and if there were any buyers out there. Old habits died hard. She was a master thief and her fingers were itching to fall back into that life. She had the chance to be somewhat normal in LA, a chance to live the good life, but she didn't think that was for her.
The Halloween party had been the first sign. She didn't belong in a world that partied and bounced back from weird happenings. Melaka was a criminal, a Slayer, and just a girl with a lot of issues. One of her current issues was the fact she was fucking cold. She pushed herself up off the ground and cursed her clothes. Last night she had bundled up in a stupid onesie with cat ears out of boredom, well that and it amused her, and now she was stuck on some snow covered mountain looking like a weirdo.
Great.
She trudged through the snow and glared at the person asking if she was okay.
"Fucking peachy," she wrapped her arms around her chest and tried not to shiver. As warm as her pajamas were, well, they weren't windproof. "Should have fallen asleep in my normal clothes with a weapon."
This type of shit never happened back home!
Melaka frowned as she glanced down the mountain. They were supposed to descend and then get attacked by monsters or something, wasn't that what everyone said? She was so over this type of thing. She was too stubborn to just sit down and die, but she really didn't want to have to fight something looking like a cat.