Thea climbed onto the back of her bike, the heavy bulk of the 1800 rumbling like thunder beneath her, there was just something about having so much power between her thighs and hearing it roar down the quiet streets as made her way every closer to her newest target. Her long chestnut hair was bound tightly in a thick braid perfect for days riding the open roads.<br/><br/>Thea preferred to travel light, carrying only what was needed in her saddle bags and backpack. She didnt really have a place to call home and preferred it that way, never being bound to any one place and free to roam wherever her heart or her blade took her.<br/><br/>She held no trophies for her conquered foes as did most immortals she had met. Her blades having all been designed specifically for her. No, she found that she preferred to carry the ones she bested with her, honoring them through art she wore on her skin. Each one placed with different meaning behind it, something representing the life lost in her own way. She had started the practice many years ago and had lost count over how many tattoos she now owned. She wondered idly what tattoo would represent the next life she was slated to take.<br/><br/>She had gotten word that he was currently residing in New York, she sneared at the thought of so many people crammed in so close together, but I guess that would make it easier for one of their kind to hide among the masses. For who could stand out as different in a place like that.<br/><br/>The closer she got to him the more she could "feel" him, a tingle running rampant across her skin, a whisper down her spine telling her she was close.<br/><br/>She pulled up to a local pub on an empty street, they were closing up, but even from the few remaining patrons she could sense what this place really was. To humans it would appear as any other normal bar, except for the rather odd mix of people in filling the place. Immortal bars were few and far between, but not unheard of. She assumed this one would be like most she has seen, bar flys of all shapes and sorts, no one kind in attendance other than the exceptionally long lives we had. And really when you live to be hundreds or thousands of years old you obtained a few quirks.<br/><br/>That was neither here nor there though. Her mark had been there recently, she could feel it in the prickling of her skin, smell him in the air like a faint calgon left lingering after the person is long gone.  But he was here, in this town, close enough she could almost taste it.<br/><br/>Thea parked her bike and strode inside. She knew no one here would give her any information on her pray, but for now knowing she was this close was enough. She walked in and took an unclaimed stool at the bar. The soft leather of her chaps lending free movement and according her plenty of room to hide her many blade, some of her favorites stored safely in her boots.<br/><br/>Thea knew she had an intimidating stance and she wore it well and with plenty of confidence.  At 5'9" she was taller than average, and the short heel on her knee high boots only added to that. She wore mostly black leather, it was easy to clean the blood off of and didn't stain. She wore a form fitting halter top that bared the slightest of midriff. Her ample breasts spilling slightly out of the top. Hey, a girl had to use what options available to her, and her girls came in handy when it came thi distraction.  It didn't hurt that she was curvy all over,  being blessed with a perfect hour glass shape had given her a, if you've got it flaunt it, attitude and it worked for her. Many a foe had seen her and simply dismissed her completely or vastly underestimated her, and each and every time that had worked in her favor.<br/><br/>"Double shot of whiskey" she told the bar keep, throwing him more than enough money to cover it with extra she waved off for him to keep for serving her right before closing. Thea looked him in the eye as she asked, making sure he knew who and what she was she asked, "I'm just passing through, where is a safe place to stay for a while?"<br/><br/>Money was no option, as was the way for most of their kind, having limitless years allowed one to amass treasures and wealth beyond mere mortals dreams. But she needed to know if there was another safe zone for living quarters where her target might be staying.<br/><br/>He slipped Thea a card, an address state scrawled haphazardly on the back. Thea nodded her thanks as she threw him another 20 and walked back to her bike and climbed on. As the engine roared towards the address given she wondered if she would be lucky enough that her target would live there as well.