The blood runs slow and thick, and slumber is heavy

[detectiveofthewest]

Abandoned or not, it seemed that someone had negotiated to get the lights and elevators running again in the old Kitterick hotel. Of course, most of the windows were draped over, particularly those of the penthouse thirteenth floor. Still, bars of light could be seen poking out here and there on the lower levels.

If the residents of the neighborhood were curious about this new development, however, they were certainly not saying so. In fact, there seemed to be an unofficial chill in effect in the surrounding area. Those few souls who were out on the streets scurried along quickly and fearfully on their business, restricting their activity to the daytime as if by some unspoken consensus.

Point was, the streets were clear of activity by nightfall. Whether the night would remain peaceful was anyone's guess.

they used to sing about the birds and the bees;

[tippytoes]

dirty paws and furry coat; (a)
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she ran down the forest slope; (b)
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the forest of the talking trees; (closed to derek hale)
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