'Browsing'.... Sorta....

[xXPeterxX]

The market place was filled with great smells; apple pie, frying chicken, baking casseroles, freshly cut leather. And then there were those less then satisfying smells; rotting fruit, some imported cheese-like things, and used socks for sale. Those particular scents didn't particularly thrill Peter that afternoon as he walked through the market place in search of fresh supplies.

He had already 'bought', in his own kind of way: a fairly small loaf of bread, new bandages, two bottled waters, and a bundle of carrots. He was nearing a fruit stand now, going over his tactecks in his head quickly. The half-breed stood near the corner of the stand where no one would see him other then the vender. "How much per orange?" he asked, holding one up. The vender turned his way. "A quarter." he replied. Peter held out his hand which revealed a quarter lieing in its palm. He'd found it in the street. It came in handy. As the vender turned to ring it up and dump the change in his money box, Peter slipped two more oranges and an apple into his cloak pockets. The vender didn't even notice. "Here." he said, thrusting the orange, now in a brown paper bag, into Peter's hand. Peter nodded a thanks and turned to leave.

[x.Wolf.x]

Today, like the many before it, was labeled as ‘just one of those days’ to Autumn. In fact, for the last month in a half she seemed to be having ‘just one of those days’ perhaps her father was right and working as a dog for the king really brought one down on their luck, or it was just because she had allow such thoughts of bad luck cross her mind. Dismissing the thoughts with a loud sigh of annoyance, Autumn’s gaze darkened as new thoughts flooded through that blonde head of hers. Thoughts of the last battle she had fought, and undoubtedly lost. It wasn’t just some loss that she could just shrug off and continue on with her miserable life, this loss had most of her men slaughtered before her eyes and forced her to run off with a gaping whole in her side. The mere thought of the old injury had made the girl wince in pain, the wince had made her grab her newly stitched up side in pain. “Damnit” She muttered to herself, her gaze narrowing further. Not only was she forced to flee the battle, but she had met with some rouge half-breed named Peter. The boy had made his amusement by pissing her off, though to his credit he did save her life. She had nearly forgotten about the kid, seeing that she was pretty sure she would never meet up with the half-breed any more in this life-time. Either way, she wasn’t here because of Peter. She was here because her king, Jasiri, had refused to send her out on the line again or even after some unimportant member of Kamenwati’s army. Her king’s decision had left her annoyed and bored, with nothing to do. This annoyed Autumn further, seeing that her only life was this stupid war; leaving her with another thought- what would she do once this war drew to an end? Would she have a job then, would she have those friends she had refused to make during the hard times of war or would she just remain the same small girl that sunk around crowds and duck around from human activity. She hated these thoughts completely; she hated the thought of spending the rest of her life ducking around those crowds of people.

Her gaze snapped up from the ground the moment she heard the sounds of countless village people hustling and bustling about in a popular gathering place known as the Marketplace. No, this place wasn’t that large, but it sold nearly everything and friends have found this a great place to duck away from the troubles and hardship of war and let loose with friends. Her gaze swept carefully over the clearing, at first skipping over Peter completely only taking note of the booths, stands and buildings that sold countless things. Letting out yet another sigh as her gaze caught sight of three different hotels. She hated sleeping in the hotels in this town; she’d rather sleep in the middle of a battle field half of the time. She just couldn’t stand to think how many people surrounded her and how little ways of escape the hotel had to offer. Autumn was wanted from all sides in this war, and even more then just the three sides of this war. Autumn was hated from Kamenwati’s side, a few people on Jasiri’s side and even the neutral side and not only them but a few rouges, and loners and people from other lands. She was an assassin. It was her job to kill-to slaughter, to maim, to set someone up as an example anything her king or a high ranking member ordered her. Her life was orders and killing followed by murder. She lost people close and far from her and never have she shed a tear for them. Either way, if she wasn’t going to sleep in a hotel…where would she sleep? Never mind this now! She had to scout out supplies and some odd job that wouldn’t leave her bored. Bored. Now that was a great way to explain her! At home, countless guys had hit on her and followed her around as suitors but she turned them all down because she grew bored of all of them. She even had a suitor following her around right now. He was taller then her, with jet black hair that held countless curls. His gaze the hue of indigo skies and yet she found him as fun as a wet noodle. Two hours ago, she had escaped him completely, leaving him in the middle of the wilderness to fend for himself. Her gaze swept over the marketplace once again.

It wasn’t until her gaze paused again at the fruit stand, her perfect vision catching the boy ducking extra fruit into his coat pockets. Normally, the people in the marketplace would have skipped over his shoplifting, not catching it because they were too caught up in their shopping and lives to even realize this. Mischief shone in the teen’s features, a sinister grin drew across the girl’s face. Just as easily as walking, running, swimming, or any other human activity, she snuck up behind Peter. “Ya’ know, theft is known as a crime here” Her voice sounding matter-of-factly but she spoke quiet enough so that the vendor wouldn’t hear. Really, she didn’t care if Peter was stealing from this vendor or not, knowing that the boy was short of money and she also knew him well enough to know that he wouldn’t do much for a job- being that in a twisted way, he was just like her when it came to humans. They were both outsiders whether chosen, or even forced into it.

[xXPeterxX]

When the vendor turned to help another customor, Peter stuffed the orange in his pocket with the rest and let his hands rest there. Before he could turn around however, he heard a familiar voice. Years of constently looking over his shoulders made him stand his ground, not surprised in the least. Instantly recognizing the voice of Autumn, a girl around his age if not a bit younger whom he'd helped out a long while ago when she'd been injured in battle, he relaxed his shoulders and tipped his head back to say, "It's not a crime if you don't get caught."

>>Museless and at school, deal with it.

[x.Wolf.x]

His reply drew another sarcastic grin from the teen, duplicating the previous grin she had made when she had first spotted Peter. Some how, she had known what his reply would be before the words even escaped her thin lips. Flashing an all but innocent smile, she replied to this. "Ah, yes. But you have been caught. Whose to say I won't inform that vendor of what's really in those bulging pockets of yours?" She replied, casting another glance to the clueless vendor. True, just a few words could have the young boy in marketplace's prison. But everyone knew she wasn't the type to give away another. She was an assassin, a murder by profession it wasn't her job to report on one's crimes....not when she commits so many crimes herself. She never carries much money around, finding it rather distracting and annoying to be constantly worrying over coins and what not. Nah, she found it easier to sneak things away from vendors.

With this she took a step back, giving him a 'dare to test what I say' look. As she took her step back, she could feel the icy coolness of numerous sheathes that contained daggers and flat knives all designed to cut through flesh and bone of their victims. Autumn appeared as one's everyday teenage girl, except for the huge swords that hung from straps across her back and the lack of make-up and accessories not to mention the fact that she hadn't been to any of the bazaars since stepping foot in the marketplace. She had no need for any of the everyday girl's life. In fact, come to think of it she never had anything the normal girl would call a necessity of daily life for her birth day. Always knives, sheathes, swords and arrows were the presents given to her. Autumn still hadn’t a clue to run a cell phone, or even why they invented one and the only thing she knew about computers was that too many teens wasted too much time on them. What would you expect? She killed the people that needed to die and by that she received carefully coded written messages.

With another soft sigh, her gaze swept over the clearing again. Annoyance was the only emotion that flooded her after another look. So many teen girls stood in the clearing, none of them held swords or any signs of daggers in their place were cell phones and mini computers. Almost every girl had another teenage guy on their arm, surrounded with their friends and not to mention all the bags filled with clothing and make-up. None of them bore any signs of warrior training or any other training for that matter. Eyes narrowed as she turned on her heels to face Peter again. Of course, she didn’t voice her annoyance with the modern teenage girls these days but she was sure he’d spot it in her gaze anyway. He always did. No matter how annoyed she got with him reading her and he replied by stating something again. No matter, she wasn’t going to be around this boy much longer-just long enough for some short conversation and then her to make her leave. She didn’t belong in such places. She belong alone, like an animal. She could hardly be trusted. Left alone, feared by her enemies and loved by her allies.

Finally, as her gaze wandered up to Peter agian another question arose. He was a half-breed. Half vampire and half human, walking with one foot in the grave. So didn't he drink blood? Every half-breed she had met so far drank blood, all except for Iekika in the castle but she had to protect her entire identity which meant no blood for her. So why was Peter stealing fruit when he should be stealing butcher's blood? "So tell me. You're a half-breed and yet you go for the human's food....why?" She question. As always, her wording was much diffrent from many others and she didn't beat around the bush....she was straight to the point. Besides, she was curious. As a slayer, she had to know such things about the enemy.

[xXPeterxX]

After a moment, Peter turned to face her. Removing his hands from his pockets, he looked her up and down. Then said, "Because you won't." It wasn't a threat, or even an order. He just knew. Besides, even if he didn't, she wouldn't very well turn in the guy who saved her life, twice might I add, for stealing things he needed. He noticed her gaze fall toward the teenage girls nearby. They were surrounded by friends, boys, technology. Peter could just gag at the thought. He was more of a traditional guy, if you can even tell since he wasn't much around people. He hated all that modern stuff. Guys hitting on girls and telling them they look hot and sexy, girls gabbing on their little phones about their new designer clothing and stuff. Give him the supplies he needed, a semi-empty forest, and Peter was fine. Though he hadn't had much of a chance to live anywhere else, Peter had grown accustomed to the woods and couldn't imagine sleeping elsewhere.

The brute thought for a moment that Autumn might be admiring them, or wishing to be like them. Then he thought better. She was probably just as disgusted by it all as he was. She was a lot like him as it turned out, from all that he could see. When she spoke again, he averted his gray gaze to her crimson one and listened. Her question was fair enough, but he could see where she was getting at. "I'm a veggetarian." he replied simply. "Besides, it's not as if humans don't eat the flesh of living creatures." He wasn't sticking up for the vampires, merely pointing out the truth. Humans were carnavorous, too. They just didn't sink their teeth into others necks and suck the blood.

[x.Wolf.x]

Her gaze fell back once more as Peter's did, this time the burning in the pit of her stomach couldn't be ignored like she did before, this time it burned so brightly that she wanted to stab herself in the gut again. The burning of disire, something no one could ignore for long. She wanted to be like them, since years before becoming an actual assassin for the king. She wanted to walk around with some useless boy on her arms, laughing at jokes that didn't make sense to her. To run free from war, decsions bent on life or death and for once, not watch after her shoulder with every single noise. But she knew this desire would die quickly with annoyance flooding it. She knew she could never have the normal everyday teen life she had wished to have every so often. No, she gave up everyday life the first time she picked up a sword. Now the blood of countless victims stained her hands and weapons and besides there was some advantages to being an assassin compaired to the everyday life.

Take the injuries she carries now, not many teenage girls could blow off a gaping hole in thier gut and live to tell the tale. She could defend herself better then most everyday teenage guys, in fact the last time she checked she could even bench press as much as the everyday teenage guy. It was pathetic really. Everytime she went to the daily school, which she does every so often to catch up on tests and homework, she can out do any guy during gym. Which makes her the ideal teammate for any game. Except for half the time, she skipped out on gym and socializing all together. In all her years as a highschooler, she's never been to a school dance because every guy was so boring. They could only talk of everyday things, nothing that would include the work she does. Her gaze swept away from the teenagers in the clearing agian as Peter spoke. Yeah. Already, he had known her as the type to forgive one stealing, even if it were her job to catch these thieves. One or two pieces of fruit wasn't going to hurt anything.

However, his next statement caught her by some what as a surprise. A veggetarian.....a HALF breed veggetarian? Was that even possible? Didn't the vampire half need something to uh drink or eat to stay alive? "You're observations on human life are correct. But humans do not kill thier own families to drink thier blood....in fact, humans do not drink the blood of living creatures in most cases nor do they torture thier victims to make the blood sweeter with fear. " She replied. Almost every vampire attacks thier families first, then reside to tourting victims to make the blood sweeter to thier taste buds....just two of the very reasons Autumn could be called a vampire slayer. Usuaully slaying stray vampires for battle practice, although it seemed for every one she killed she gained two more. It was some endless battle to be lost? Would she seriously die at the hands of a vampire?

[xXPeterxX]

Just as the bustle of the marketplace's crowd was beginning to quiet down, a new gaggle of teenagers wandered into the street. Soon followed a few adults who were actually there to shop for things they needed, plus the occasional few for pleasure. Peter could only afford to 'buy' what he needed, nothing more. But it didn't matter, he was used to such things and didn't mind living on only the things required to live. That reminded him, he had gathered everything he needed, including a new shirt, and should probably leave.

He was already to turn and walk away when Autumn replied with a less-then-surprising answer. The brute snorted. "Don't know where you've been living." said Peter. He wasn't much for talking, so he said the least amount possible that he could. He blinked, shrugged, tipped his head slightly to the left, then turned and began toward what you could call his temporary home. With those few gestures, he had invited Autumn to either continue their conversation as they walked or just turn around and leave. Peter wasn't one to force someone to do anything, so he gave them options.