Kieran didn't have an awful lot of money. Maybe fourteen dollars and some odd change leftover from what she'd gotten out of her last meal's wallet. He wasn't much to look at, and he smelled like a fart, but he'd kept more cash on him than most people these days with their debit and credit cards. As bad as he'd smelled at the time...he probably smelled even worse now, being dead and all.

She stared down at her metro card and thought about the five dollars she'd just put on it. She didn't even know where she wanted to go. That's why she was sitting on this bench, watching the trains come and go without getting on. She was so hungry that every person who passed her by smelled warm and sweet like baked apples. There was a homeless guy a few feet away, curled up on a cardboard mattress who smelled more like rotten apples, but with her stomach cramping like this it was easy enough to ignore.

It was a kind of torture sitting here in the crowded subway, tonguing her sharp canines and trying not to take a bite of the next succulent thing that strolled past. Not even a good dousing in Calvin Klein perfume could put her off right now.

She tucked her knees up against her chest and hugged them close as she gripped her metro card and chewed the inside of her cheek raw.