New Moon Business part I

(NOTE: IT IS RECOMMENDED THAT YOU READ BLOODY NEW MOON BEFORE YOU BEGIN THIS STORY)

She closes the door to the shop, happy to be done for the evening. Normally she likes to close up around sun down, but inventory had to be done before the next sunrise. She puts the key into the lock, making sure she locks both.
It was a cold night she thought to herself. She was wishing she had brought her jacket with her.  Her green summer dress was nice. It hung down to her calves. It had a nice low cut which showed off her chest slightly. Just enough to hypnotize the male customers, but not enough to send the wrong signal. She realized long ago how silly men could be by showing just a little skin. That made it easy to sell them whatever she wanted to.
She put her keys into her black purse. As she turned to walk home, she looked back behind her. She had an eerie feeling. Something wasn’t right in the air. She brushed it off as paranoia. There wasn’t a soul to be found in the street. The business district usually was quiet at night after all the stores closed down.
She begins to head home, wrapping her arms around herself as the wind blows. It blew her dark brown hair in her face. A few strands managed to get caught in her mouth. She stops and decides that it would be better to tie her hair back. It would take her only twenty minutes to get home from the shop, but she didn’t want to be brushing her hair out her face every step of the way.
As she wraps her long back length hair up in a bun, she looks back once again. Something just felt strange and she could not escape that feeling. She shakes it off and proceeds to walk again. As she continues down the path, she thinks of her up coming vacation. Her fiance surprised her that morning with a planned trip to Florence. She always wanted to live there, but never had the money. Together, they had planned on saving up money and moving there some day. And now, for the first time, she would be happy to set foot in the romantic city. It left her feeling like a little school girl. She just wanted to skip all the way home.
She was so hypnotized by her own thoughts that she almost didn’t her the footsteps coming from behind her. She quickly snapped her head back. Nothing there, just wind and empty space. What was wrong with her? She was jumping at shadows.
As she started to walk again, she once again heard footsteps not her own. She takes a deep breathe and refuses to look back. She continues to walk, ignoring the sounds. The footsteps are still there. Now she knows that she could not be imagining things. She slowly looks back again. She is startled by a dark figure walking several feet behind her. They were still a good three buildings away, but where had  the person come from?
The figure had a tall build about them. Probably around six foot. Broad shoulders, probably male. The figure wore black trousers with a long black cloak that ran the full body length. The dark figure wore black boots that were typical of middle and upper class males in the city. They were usually made from imported leather, so only a select few were able to afford them.
Based on his attire, she assumed that he must of been one of the shop owners. He nearly scared her half to death. He was probably stuck like she was, doing inventory as well. So, she kept walking but one thing was bugging her. She could not see the mans face as he had it completely covered by his hood.
She decided to pick up her pace. She felt uncomfortable alone at night with a lone dark figure. As she picked up her pace, she noticed that the dark figure behind her did so as well. He matched her step for step. Now she was beginning to truly worry.
It could not have been anyone she knew. Most would of called out to her by now. Yes, it was windy, but not enough to drown out someone’s voice. She could not think of who the man She closes the door to the shop, happy to be done for the evening. Normally she likes to close up around sun down, but inventory had to be done before the next sunrise. She puts the key into the lock, making sure she locks both.
It was a cold night she thought to herself. She was wishing she had brought her jacket with her.  Her green summer dress was nice. It hung down to her calves. It had a nice low cut which showed off her chest slightly. Just enough to hypnotize the male customers, but not enough to send the wrong signal. She realized long ago how silly men could be by showing just a little skin. That made it easy to sell them whatever she wanted to.
She put her keys into her black purse. As she turned to walk home, she looked back behind her. She had an eerie feeling. Something wasn’t right in the air. She brushed it off as paranoia. There wasn’t a soul to be found in the street. The business district usually was quiet at night after all the stores closed down.
She begins to head home, wrapping her arms around herself as the wind blows. It blew her dark brown hair in her face. A few strands managed to get caught in her mouth. She stops and decides that it would be better to tie her hair back. It would take her only twenty minutes to get home from the shop, but she didn’t want to be brushing her hair out her face every step of the way.
As she wraps her long back length hair up in a bun, she looks back once again. Something just felt strange and she could not escape that feeling. She shakes it off and proceeds to walk again. As she continues down the path, she thinks of her up coming vacation. Her fiance surprised her that morning with a planned trip to Florence. She always wanted to live there, but never had the money. Together, they had planned on saving up money and moving there some day. And now, for the first time, she would be happy to set foot in the romantic city. It left her feeling like a little school girl. She just wanted to skip all the way home.
She was so hypnotized by her own thoughts that she almost didn’t her the footsteps coming from behind her. She quickly snapped her head back. Nothing there, just wind and empty space. What was wrong with her? She was jumping at shadows.
As she started to walk again, she once again heard footsteps not her own. She takes a deep breathe and refuses to look back. She continues to walk, ignoring the sounds. The footsteps are still there. Now she knows that she could not be imagining things. She slowly looks back again. She is startled by a dark figure walking several feet behind her. They were still a good three buildings away, but where had  the person come from?
The figure had a tall build about them. Probably around six foot. Broad shoulders, probably male. The figure wore black trousers with a long black cloak that ran the full body length. The dark figure wore black boots that were typical of middle and upper class males in the city. They were usually made from imported leather, so only a select few were able to afford them.
Based on his attire, she assumed that he must of been one of the shop owners. He nearly scared her half to death. He was probably stuck like she was, doing inventory as well. So, she kept walking but one thing was bugging her. She could not see the mans face as he had it completely covered by his hood.
She decided to pick up her pace. She felt uncomfortable alone at night with a lone dark figure. As she picked up her pace, she noticed that the dark figure behind her did so as well. He matched her step for step. Now she was beginning to truly worry.

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