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[dated to February 13]
Saffron doesn't feel like she's relaxed at all in the last twenty-four hours or so. They'd been having a good time last night, drinking at the bar like regular folks out with friends, and then some druggie tāmāde hùndàn had stabbed Newt and left him for dead in an alley.
Newt was in the hospital now, stable but in a coma, and Saffron's tried to be there for Kate as much as she could without smothering. She's tried to be strong for her friend, so she could have someone to lean on, tried to keep from falling apart herself at the thought of what might have happened if he'd laid there alone and bleeding for much longer.
Tonight, Kate's got friends with her, and Saffron goes home, for a much needed shower and change of clothing. She stands under the hot water, thinking about what she's been wanting to do since this whole thing started - she wants to make that guy pay for what he did to her friend. She wants to find him and end him.
By the time she's dressed and blow drying her hair, she knows who to go to for help. He's bound to be as angry about this as she is, and with his abilities, they should have a much better chance of getting this done. Throwing her still slightly damp hair into a ponytail, she goes to her phone and texts Derek, then finishes getting ready while she waits for his response.
You busy? I need your help with something.
Newt was in the hospital now, stable but in a coma, and Saffron's tried to be there for Kate as much as she could without smothering. She's tried to be strong for her friend, so she could have someone to lean on, tried to keep from falling apart herself at the thought of what might have happened if he'd laid there alone and bleeding for much longer.
Tonight, Kate's got friends with her, and Saffron goes home, for a much needed shower and change of clothing. She stands under the hot water, thinking about what she's been wanting to do since this whole thing started - she wants to make that guy pay for what he did to her friend. She wants to find him and end him.
By the time she's dressed and blow drying her hair, she knows who to go to for help. He's bound to be as angry about this as she is, and with his abilities, they should have a much better chance of getting this done. Throwing her still slightly damp hair into a ponytail, she goes to her phone and texts Derek, then finishes getting ready while she waits for his response.
You busy? I need your help with something.
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I bet I can guess what with, and I'm in. Text me your address and I'll be there in ten.
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She pulls her boots on and grabs her gun, strapping it on in her hip holster which is then hidden by her black coat. She isn't planning to shoot him right off - a merciful death is the last thing this guy deserves - but she may find some use for it, intimidation or the like.
Then again, Derek's claws may well be intimidation enough.
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She opens the door looking fiercely beautiful and Derek inhales, smelling her sweet perfume and something sharper, eyes dropping to the gun hidden beneath her coat. It's loaded, if the acrid scent of gunpowder is any indication, and Derek raises an eyebrow at her. "Shall we?"
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"Can you find him?" she asks as they start down towards the elevator. With his heightened senses, she figures there has to be a way.
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There's a wry twist to his lips and they curl back to show a hint of fang as he steps off of the elevator. The night air is crisp and he can see his breath when he exhales, and he looks over at Saffron and nudges his chin towards her coat where he can smell the gunpowder. "You planning on using that thing?"
The walk to the bar isn't a long one and Derek's irises go red as he ducks into the alley and inhales deeply. "It was here. I can smell Newt's blood."
He crouches down and swallows hard, eyes bright red as he focuses. Newt's fear stings his nostrils and he pushes past it to find the other scent, nostrils flaring a bit. "Got it. The guy was desperate. He reeked of it."
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She doesn't say anything as they reach the alley. Saffron watches Derek, his eyes glowing red, her focus on him to keep from sinking into the memory of that horrible night, of kneeling on the ground holding her scarf to Newt's bleeding wound as they waited for the ambulance. "Good," she says, her fists clenching where she's got her hands shoved into her pockets. The desperation Derek picks up isn't unexpected, and Saffron might have been a little more sympathetic if he'd just tried to rob Newt and run off, or just hit him or something. The fact that he stabbed him, that he put Newt into a rutting coma, means Saffron's only feeling for the guy is that she wants him to pay. "Let's go get him."
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"No dog jokes," he tells her, looking over his shoulder to smirk at her. He waits for her to keep up and turns another corner. They're heading towards a more rundown part of town and Derek has to pause as the scent of anxiety grows stronger, and he has to focus harder to find the right one out of all the others. "That building."
He gestures towards a slightly bleak looking apartment complex and approaches the entrance. He looks over at her and raises an eyebrow. "You ready?"
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Once he finds the right apartment complex, Saffron goes to reply in the affirmative, but stops, realizing she doesn't know if Derek knows. "Hang on," she says. "Before we go in - Newt didn't have his wallet on him, but this guy took something from him. Something extremely valuable. We need to try and get it back."