Prosy: On The Trail
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clare_dragonflyTitle: On the Trail
Word count: 405 (total: 2,591)
Rating: R for blood (not appearing in this section) and implied sex
Prompt:ysabetwordsmith's: The trail left by a unicorn
Notes: Look, it's Kaede again! Unfortunately, this story did not want to cooperate by being in the first person (as Bigfoot Hunting did), so I've switched pronouns instead--Kaede's gender is very flexible. I'm not sure how well it works.
Kaede’s cell phone rang in the middle of the night, waking him. That was never a good sign. Groaning, he extracted his arm from under the girl in bed with him and grabbed the phone. He fumbled it open and pressed it to his ear. “Hugh?”
“Kaede?”
“Yeah.”
“There’s another one. Are you at home?”
“Gods damn it. No, I’m not. I’ll meet you there.”
He listened and memorized the general directions that Hugh gave him, then worked himself the rest of the way out of the bed. This time the girl moaned and blinked her eyes open. “What’s going on?” He’d met her at a bar the night before. She had come to celebrate her twenty-first birthday. And she had been a virgin. He liked to think that at least he was doing her a favor in that regard.
He looked down at her, sighed, and grabbed at his clothes. “Sorry, it’s an emergency. I have to go.”
“What do you mean, an emergency? Are you a doctor?” She sounded hopeful.
He shook his head, not that she could see him too well in the illumination of only a streetlight outside the window—at least he hoped she couldn’t see him. “I’m a cop.” He considered showing her his badge to prove it, but the only one he had on him showed his default Japanese woman face—and considering he looked like a white man and had given her the name Jeff Jackson, that wouldn’t prove much of anything.
“Wow.” She sat up a little. She was starting to come fully awake, and he didn’t like that. He started to back towards the door. “Well, good luck, I guess. Will I see you again?”
“I’ll call you,” he promised, and backed out through her bedroom door before she could give him her number or notice that he hadn’t actually put any clothes on.
Once out in her living room, he hastily packed his clothing into the tiny backpack he carried with him, wriggled into it, and crept out the door before shifting and taking off running.
—
The smell of the blood drew her to the scene even more than the scent she usually followed, Hugh’s familiar cold one. She came skidding up to her partner’s feet. He looked down at the fox that waited in front of him, removed the backpack from her back, and opened the car door for her.
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Word count: 405 (total: 2,591)
Rating: R for blood (not appearing in this section) and implied sex
Prompt:
ysabetwordsmith's: The trail left by a unicornNotes: Look, it's Kaede again! Unfortunately, this story did not want to cooperate by being in the first person (as Bigfoot Hunting did), so I've switched pronouns instead--Kaede's gender is very flexible. I'm not sure how well it works.
Kaede’s cell phone rang in the middle of the night, waking him. That was never a good sign. Groaning, he extracted his arm from under the girl in bed with him and grabbed the phone. He fumbled it open and pressed it to his ear. “Hugh?”
“Kaede?”
“Yeah.”
“There’s another one. Are you at home?”
“Gods damn it. No, I’m not. I’ll meet you there.”
He listened and memorized the general directions that Hugh gave him, then worked himself the rest of the way out of the bed. This time the girl moaned and blinked her eyes open. “What’s going on?” He’d met her at a bar the night before. She had come to celebrate her twenty-first birthday. And she had been a virgin. He liked to think that at least he was doing her a favor in that regard.
He looked down at her, sighed, and grabbed at his clothes. “Sorry, it’s an emergency. I have to go.”
“What do you mean, an emergency? Are you a doctor?” She sounded hopeful.
He shook his head, not that she could see him too well in the illumination of only a streetlight outside the window—at least he hoped she couldn’t see him. “I’m a cop.” He considered showing her his badge to prove it, but the only one he had on him showed his default Japanese woman face—and considering he looked like a white man and had given her the name Jeff Jackson, that wouldn’t prove much of anything.
“Wow.” She sat up a little. She was starting to come fully awake, and he didn’t like that. He started to back towards the door. “Well, good luck, I guess. Will I see you again?”
“I’ll call you,” he promised, and backed out through her bedroom door before she could give him her number or notice that he hadn’t actually put any clothes on.
Once out in her living room, he hastily packed his clothing into the tiny backpack he carried with him, wriggled into it, and crept out the door before shifting and taking off running.
—
The smell of the blood drew her to the scene even more than the scent she usually followed, Hugh’s familiar cold one. She came skidding up to her partner’s feet. He looked down at the fox that waited in front of him, removed the backpack from her back, and opened the car door for her.
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