The sun set a few hours ago, Judy pulled her purse closer as she walked home. Pissed that Mark didn't show up for his shift so she had to stay for a whole extra hour, and fucking Matt wouldn't even give her the overtime for it.

"This is bullshit." she grunted, tugging her jacket closer. The rain was misting before it hit the ground, but it was still annoying, the mist and fog obscuring the most of the light from the yellow street lights.

Judy was determined to ignore the world around her, and relieve some of the stress of her shift, she reached for her earbuds, in her front pocket. Freezing when she heard a clattering. She looked around, something cool settling within her belly. She was across an alley, and it was too dark, one of the streetlights flickering. Judy shoved the tangled cords of her earbuds back into her pocket. "Probably a stray..." she muttered, trying to convince herself as she began walking again.

A few steps later there was another clattering. Judy spun around, and saw no one, her heart tattooing an increasing rhythm.

She could swear there were eyes upon her.

Judy's pace increased, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes scanning the area around her. “Fuck.” she grunted, there was a figure behind her. Their shape hidden under a big bulky jacket, their pace clam, measured even. Strangely it brought to mind the likes of Jason Voorhees, and even though she would deny it to the end of her days, the reason why she ran all the way home.





Upon Mhairi's face there grew a devilish smirk.

While the taste of fear still was bittersweet upon her tongue, she was growing to appreciate it's flavor more then she ever thought she would.

The elemental had been hunting for glamour, when the hit of rage and menace hit her with enough force that where it a physical thing she might have been flattened. That's when she noticed the blond walking alone, and kicked the can. Who ever was generating, and projecting that much rage fueled glamour, Mhairi didn't want either her, or this unknown women anywhere near them. The only thing Mhairi could think of to get her away quick enough was to scare her.

It worked. The women, Mhairi doubted she would ever know her name, and she -the blond- would never know what Mhairi saved her from, but the petite elemental watched the blond run home, following her to make sure she locked the door behind her before she scampered away and back to Edna's.