You knew the summer was hot as hell when even the Vampires complained about the heat. Perched on a bench, Faith watched Marko fan himself with a makeshift fan that had started its life as a gossip magazine. "Too hot, amica mia, too hot! Humans sweating like defrosted meat, it's unseemly!" Faith simply nodded neither agreeing or disagreeing. Marco didn't care what she had to say either way. Too in-love with the sound of his own voice the former merchant always acted as if his words were a blessing upon the world. Say nothing of his sage advice. Faith tended to disagree with him on that, but he didn't need to know that. The only thing that managed to keep Marko's tongue inside his egg shaped head was the fact that Faith was on another Master's turf and you didn't kill your host's servants. That was just bad manners. So Faith plastered a fake smile onto her face when Marko cast a curious glance her way. The small reaction seemed satisfactory and the little Italian kept on prattling on about the heat and humans and how the whole place smelled like a dinner table at meal time. With that Faith couldn't disagree. Warm blooded humans were everywhere seeking an escape from the heat. Be it in the shade or any public building with air conditioning. Theaters seemed to be the favored among locals and tourists alike. The added bonus being that they made great hunting grounds for those without a pulse. The places ere dark, loud, vocal reactions were to be expected. And even after sundown the crowds flocked to the theaters to escape high energy bills and sun warmed homes in favor of being entertained and a reprieve from the day all rolled into one air cooled package. It was like shooting fish in a barre, Faith thought as she looked past Marko to the line that was forming outside of a nearby ticket booth. She didn't even know what was playing. In all honesty she didn't c are. In the three month that Faith had been in New York she had seen every on and off Broadway play the city had to offer. Twice.
And that's when she knew that she was tired of New York. The very thought of sitting through another play, feeding on another sweaty tourist or local or day tripper...made her stomach turn. And then there was Marko. Looking away from the veritable buffet on two legs, her attention focused on the short Italian who should have become a vampire. He should have lived a healthy life and died a short, fat man surrounded by short fat children. After hearing that story sixty or seventy times Faith was starting to agree with it. Maybe she could make it happen. Kill him and dump his corpse in a playground somewhere. When the sun came up his ashes would mingle with the dirt and he could be surrounded by children forever. With a sigh she turned away and rose from her seat. Muttering something unpleasant when she noticed a line of dirt that were left behind on her once pristine white skirt.
"I think I'm sick of this city Marko. You can have it and it's heat and it's stupid kettle donors. I want to go home." The trick was, did Faith even know where home was anymore? Salem was out. The last time she tried to contact her parents they called the cops. So much for blood being thicker....Slipping her cell phone from her purse, she left Marko to huff with indignity behind her while she walked and her thumb walked over the phone screen while as she searched through her contact lists till she got to the As. Ah there he was. He was going to be SO pissed she hasn't called.
