Owen's P.O.V
I kept looking for the Eraser, but he was nowhere to be found. I looked at Layla, but she was gone. "What the…" I looked around. "Where did she go?" I sighed; she's always been a wanderer. I walked back toward home, figuring she'd find her way back. I didn't feel like flying, my back was hurting. Shoving my hands into my pockets I walked along the road into town, it was sort of crowded when I got to town, but then again when was it not? I sighed; it was the usual, the same song playing from the music store and same smells from the restaurants. Suddenly I heard a sound, like a bump or a thud coming down from an alley. I saw a shadow move, tilting my head I decided to investigate. "Hello?" I asked walking into the alley. "Is someone down here?"
I could hear the sound of rustling; I saw a heap of garbage bags at the end of the alley. I walked towards it, tilting my head to try and shift through the shadows. I pulled out my cell phone and turned it on, what little light it provided did me good. I saw a girl sitting on the trash bags, she looked around my age. She had on jean short shorts, a pink tank-top, black stockings, and a pair of grey vans. She was thin with a curvy body from what I could tell; she had long brown hair, traumatized grey eyes, and vampire-pale skin. When the light from my cell phone hit her she screamed and burrowed into the trash bags, damn am I that scary? I walked over and moved some of the bags, smiling a little so she knew I wasn't a threat.
"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." I whispered. "Are you okay, what are you doing out here alone?"
"I-I-I w-was h-hungry, I-I d-don't have a-any m-m-money." She stuttered.
"Why don't you come out of there, and I'll treat you to a burger?" I asked.
She looked scared and backed away, I held my hand out. "You can trust me." She looked up at me, then nodded and came out. She took my hand shook; I guess she was still scared. I assured her that everything was alright, though she didn't look convinced. I took her hand and led her to a burger joint; she shook when other people came into the area. I opened my jacket and tucked it around her; she looked up at me as she was flushed against my chest. I smiled at her, she blushed and looked away. I ordered two burgers, some fries, and two sodas. She took her food and looked up at me, as if waiting to be ordered to do something.
"Let's get a seat." I said walking to one of the booths.
"Ok." She said following me.
She sat down next to me and looked at her burger; she tilted her head and turned it over. I unwrapped mine and watched as she copied me, I watched her sniff the food then slowly take a bite out of it. A glint of amazement sparked in her eyes, I couldn't help but chuckle a bit when she got ketchup on the corner of her mouth.
"Does it taste good?" I asked, wiping the ketchup from her face.
"Y-Y-Yes." She shuttered.
She quickly went back to eating, she smiled and then went to scarf down the fries. It looked like she hadn't had a decent meal in a while; I frowned and put my hand on her head, rubbing it softly. She looked up at me, tilting her head as she blinked at me. "Where'd you come from?" I asked.