AN/ I'm still working on this idea and my OC Fleur. I'm kinda caught on if I should make this an Andeson/OC or an Enrico/OC fic.(Cast your vote!) Please let me know where I can make improvements. Thank you and enjoy! Oh! Fleur is French for flower in case you didn't know! I got the image from Angela239 on Deviant art (/art/Tiger-Eyes-298167346)
Fall, Chicago, IL.
The train pulled to a stop as a young, copper headed girl woke up. Yawning, Fleur grabbed her stuffed tiger backpack.
She quickly jumped out of the cargo cab of the train. she ran past all the crowds of strangers that took no notice of her.
Her golden eyes scan the city looking for a place to get a meal.
fleur walked a few blocks until she saw a sign that brought a smile to her small face.
McDonalds.
Father Anderson sighed as he looked at the map again. "These Americans are insane with the lay out of these streets."
After an hour of wandering and asking strangers for help, (many of whom were incredibly rude), Anderson finally found the church that Bishop Cornwell was at.
"Ah, Father Anderson there you are! I feared you were lost!" Cornwell said as he turned from lighting candles at the front of the church.
"I was for a while. This city is just so incredibly huge!" Anderson said chuckling, his green eyes sparkling. "So what did you call me here for?"
Cornwell chuckled softly. "come with me to my office. This is something that is best not to be overheard."
Once inside the office, Bishop Cornwell's mood went from light hearted to sirius. His blue eyes went dark.
"I called you to Chicago because of your 'talent'. Four days ago we recieved word that a were-creature that we have hunting has entered this city. This devil spawn has killed all who have tried to dispose of her with her bite. You have been called here because your regeneration abilities will her bite from effecting you.
Anderson narrowed his eyes. "A were-creature? I thought they were killed off years ago."
"There are some small clans that are hiding in remote parts of the world. She is the last her clan." Cornwell said as he pulled a metal box off a shelf behind his desk.
"You'll be needing a special type of weapon for this mission."
That night...
The moon was half full. A small, run down house was not empty for the first time in years.
Fleur looked out the broken window at the moon. "I wonder how long I'll able to stay here." she thought to herself.
A thud from else where in the house broke her from her thoughts. "Oh no..."
Fleur shifted and ran silently out of the room on all fours. In her other form's vision, she saw through the darkness.
She sniffed the air. There was the smell of someone else in the house. She moved from room to room. She found no one on the ground floor. Fleur moved up the steps to the second floor. A door to the right of the stares opened.
All Fleur could see from her new height was long legs.