Author's Note: I saw the cover pic and got inspired. This is my first Lost Girl fic, please be nice.
Early morning light shined into the room and onto my bed through the boards over the window. I'd only been in this abandoned house for two days and I wasn't sure how long I was going to stay, probably only a month or two at the most. Since I was ten I'd been living on my own on the streets and didn't stay in one place too long. Getting up I walked over to my bag and searched for clean close for the day. Settling for a black bra and matching panties, a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, I stripped out of my pajamas and pulled on the panties and bra. I bounced into my jeans nearly falling over twice and almost giving myself a black eye or two with my huge breasts before getting them all the way on. I rolled on deodorant before I pulled the black t-shirt on over my head making my red hair all static-y. I brush my hair and pull it back in a long braid that reached my waist, yank on a pair of purple socks and my favorite black lace-up boots before slipping on my black leather jacket, grabbing my purse and heading out the door.
A few hours later, walking down the chilly crowded city streets I pick off easy victims "accidently" bumping into them and coming away with their wallets. When I have about 6 wallets I duck into an empty alley and pull out the cash shoving it into my bra and toss the rest into a dumpster. I walk calmly back out onto the street and continue my work. I rip off a few more people before stopping at a diner for something to eat. The waitress is nice and smiles a lot as I order coffee and a bowl of cheddar broccoli soup and she returns quickly with my coffee. I sip the caffeinated perfection slowly and pull out a map of the city I picked up two days ago when I rolled into town trying to decide where to head next as I wait for my soup. I look for places the most stores, people tend to have more cash when they go shopping. I find a few promising streets to visit just before my soup arrives. I eat my soup quickly and quietly, managing to finish most of it since I haven't eaten since yesterday. I flag down the waitress and ask for a cup of coffee to go, I hand her a 10 when she returns and head for the door time to get back to work.
I walk into a group of people walking bumping into both the men in the group snagging their wallets. "Sorry Ma'am." The tall blonde one says looking down into my dark blue eyes and causing me to freeze with the intensity of his hazel gaze. My heart pounds hard in my chest as something strange passes between me and this stranger.
"'S all right," I manage to mumble before forcing myself to walk away as calmly as possible. I make it a few feet before I hear one of the women with them speak up.
"You guys just got pick-pocketed." She said.
"Crap." Both the men and I say at once as I start running as fast as I can. I can hear them running after me but only the blonde is able to get anywhere near me. I dive into an alley jump onto a closed dumpster and over a fence hoping to lose him, but he's right behind me. How can he move this fast?
I turn a corner and run right into a dead end, a wall too high to jump over. "Crap."
"There's nowhere left for you to go, girl, just give up." The blonde deep voice called from behind me. He was right, there was nowhere to go, but there was no way I was giving up. I turned around to face him, taking a deep breath at the same time he did. He suddenly stiffened eyes wide sniffing the air before glaring at me. His eyes turned yellow and his teeth sharpened and got longer as did his nail. I gasped deeply before releasing my own demon, my nails and teeth getting longer and sharper.
"I thought I was the only one." I say as softly as I could around my fangs. The tall man froze his head cocking to the side and his eyes softening slightly.
"Dyson!" Several voices shouted somewhere close by, a few seconds later his friends came running around the corner. They skidded to a stop a foot or two behind him. The man, Dyson, slowly returned to his normal form as did I.
"What's your name, little one?" He asked kindly.
"Freya."