Bait and Hook

[Nox]

She'd been in Moscow for weeks and hadn't found a suitable man yet. There had been a challenge in the club interrupted by the fool boy with a sweet smile and he served his own challenge. He was resistant to her power, but still succumbed to it with ease. Nox had proven to be a joy to handle, but elusive to find again. Kali imagined it would have been like that if her lovers had survived their tragic and sudden deaths. She mourned them even now. They couldn't find her at least that was her intention. No one could know.

Running into Jerry in the tattoo shop had been fortuitous. She started following the man in hopes he'd lead her to Nox, but the man was failing as much as she had. He parked himself in in the same neigbhbor hood for days always in a different vehchile, always hiding in plain sight. What was he looking for here. This didn't look like something Nox would hide. He was of humble means, though he had refused to tell Kali where he'd been living. Some things were harder to pull from him than others.

She was growing weary of the hunt for the boy, there was an equally suitable man who she just had to approach, though he'd shown little interest in her. More interest in the boy than anyone else except the tattoo artist. But with her power it didn't matter preference. She'd taken up her wandering and was about to knock on the door when it pulled open with a sudden violence she was sure was misplaced and then after she'd opened her mouth and touched the two inside barely sending enough anything at all through the touch she was smacked in the face.

Kali recoiled in pain holding her nose and catching the blood that fell. Jerry rushed through between the two women, she could feel the anger radiating off of him as he touched her and forced her to stand up while he attended her dripping nose. He touched her and she soothed those fried nerves. She'd be his hope, his light, he'd want nothing more than to touch her.