Streams and Stones

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A/N: Just a little something that got stuck in my head and needed to get out. If anyone can figure out which Anita Blake character this is and if they want more in the series let me know. I might do it as a series of drabbles.

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May 3 8:35 pm

He watched her move through the crowds, a ghost among them as her small form wove in and out. She moved like a stream among stones, her golden hair a stark contrast to the black leather she wore.

No one paid her any heed, the humans not knowing what signs to look for to identify a preternatural creature and none of the preternatural giving her a second glance. The reason for it was simple enough, she didn't feel any different than any other human. Had he not paid close attention to the way she moved he would have not even noticed she was there. Which was a disturbing thought in and of itself.

He watched as she continued to move, never staying any one place for long and while on other humans it would have seemed as though they were full of nervous energy on her it did not. Her every movement was far too languid.

Who ever or whatever she was he wanted to know and when she turned and met his gaze he felt himself still further.

Her eyes were clear and green and instantly he knew what he saw in them. Her gaze was the gaze of a hunter, a predator yet nothing about the rest of her had changed. It was only in her eyes that he could see anything other than serene and comforting grace. A stark contrast and as her lips quirked ever so slightly he blinked.

And then she was gone.