Cat and Mouse (Bailey)

Sometimes, Kee just adored dressing in the clothes she had from when she was a teenager, they still fit after all so why not? She hadn’t gained a pound, or lost one for that matter, so it made sense to her. Oh, so what if they were all from the fifties, it wasn’t like she got strange looks. People older than her wore weirder shit all the time. So she barely even got any strange looks, she got stranger looks when she wore modern clothes for the shti that she did all the time.

It was one of her favorite little numbers too. The one her mother thought was so scandalous at the time but, oh she had loved the attention it had gotten from her sweetheart at the time. The one who had killed her so she had returned the favor. Hey, at least she had come back. She used to be sour about that but it had been a long time ago now. It was shorter than her mother liked, was the problem, but all the girls were wearing it. The vibrant red color with the huge white polka dots, the collar, the white belt, oh she adored it. It cinched at the waist just lovely and it still fit her like a dream.

It matched her hair too.

She had loved the bright vibrant colors even back then. Her hair was done up as she adored, with the curls and the big bouncy waves, back in a black bow. Oh it was a little girly, some might think, for the badass tracker who was usually going around busting asses and taking names as it pleased her. But hell, she didn’t give a shit. Kee liked breaking all the rules, all the stereotypes.

And dammit she loved the generation she had been a teenager in. So fuck all of that. She slipped the big cat-eye glasses on, hiding away the vibrant color of her eyes, which had no red in it today thank you, she had had her fill back at her house before heading out. Technically Kee was on duty. And don’t let the dress fool you, she was literally on duty and was actually fit to do her job that day, she just liked seeming unassuming because it helped. And also Kee always followed her own rules. So fuck anything that said she should be wearing pants and running shoes.

Besides, it made her look like she was not who she was, a tracker with a score that meant she could do as she pleased and no one could fuck with her because her record was too damn good. She was pretty sure it was the only reason she wasn’t fired yet. She had been doing her job since the damn job started, working for The Tracker during the war, bringing in just as many as some of the big names in the Citadel these days. Though her attitude and her tendency to blow off actually working when she should had kept her from any sort of recognition.

Or at least, that was the way that she liked to think about it. Really she just was a bit of a cocky bitch, but hey, why not? She was at the top of the food chain, vampires ruled the world, all that lovely bullshit and here she was at the capitol of it all so why not be a little cocky?

She was working a job on the outskirts of town that day, towards the shops at the end of the market center, the edges of the town square. The shops that were a little bit less well known, a little bit more run down but still damn good if you knew what you were looking for. There was a pretty awesome music shop that still sold vinyl records, if the owner thought you were good enough to know they existed in the backroom of her shop. And she happened to like Kee and her knowledge of her own era enough that she did think the girl was good enough.

But it was on the outskirts here that humans tended to slip in, get supplies when they could if they were from camp or just hide out if they were refugees trying to remain unknown while staying in the city. It was often where Trackers like Kee were sent, to patrol. Kee preferred when her shifts took her into the forest, but she knew this part of town well enough that she didn’t too much mind. It was a second to the forest in her preference of shifts.

It was relatively quiet, given the time. Sun had just set, which meant it was a good time to go a-hunting. Humans who came from Camp tended to get here at this time because of the travel time and also because most vamps were still in bed at this time. Kee should still be in bed. But, despite being a Crimson, her job often had her out at these times. It was why she had blackout curtains, so she could get ready and be out her job at just the limit of her sun-tolerance.

Anyway, she scanned the streets. There was a telltale way that humans moved if you knew what you were looking for. It was something most didn’t realize, unless you were a hunter or a tracker. And even then, it wasn’t something that could be taught to those in her profession, you just had to learn what to look for, there was no definition for it. Vampires were predators, they moved like it. Humans were lower level predators and they often didn’t move like it. Especially when the new world had made them prey.

She noted a group in the corner that she knew was a group of humans but the Spies used them for information, they didn’t even know it. It marked them as off limits to the Trackers so that way the Spies could help get the Trackers into the camp if certain groups seemed to know something, or if they thought the Campers would come in for them.

She kept moving.

The glasses, well, they were fashionable but she wore them because it kept her eyes from being seen, it kept those she started at from knowing. It also protected her sensitive eyes from the not-yet-fully disappeared sun. She passed that music store she liked so much and paused. She hadn’t seen anyone yet and a quick stop in, well, it wouldn’t kill her. The girl smirked a bit. This was why her bosses hated her. She shrugged. Oh well.

And in she went.


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