Nicky had spent the afternoon scouring the neighborhood for signs of a possible habitat. All day long he had been asking the residents about a particular photograph that he had brought with him. In it were two women with a striking resemblance. Both of them had long wavy hair that fell to their shoulders. Both of their faces bore dimpled smiles. And both of them had the look of innocence. How Ironic…

Kathrina or Kath as she was called today had a slimmer figure than her mother’s. Her skin was also of a lighter shade of brown. Her petite frame hid most of her potential for violence. She was more bloodthirsty and careless between the both of them. After all Isabella had lived for quite a while without drawing much attention to herself.

One of he florist in the vicinity recognized Kath. Said she had cut her hair shorter now. Apparently, she was still as charming as she was back in her old village. The florist had nothing but praises for her. Unfortunately, he didn’t know where the “poor girl” lived else he would have brought her flowers there himself. Nicky just said thanks and left the shop.

There were a few more people who recognized her. They said she a sweet girl but didn’t know where she lived. They couldn’t help out a “dear friend” who just wanted to see her again after all those long months.

That dear friend was looking for her now. Nicky was standing by the rooftop, his hand above his brow looking skyward. She frequented this area often looking for victims – most of the time innocents. He still had to pay her back for what she had done. Two people had been killed that night. There were bound to be more before and afterwards.

Nicky brought down his hand and relaxed his shoulders. He flexed his arms and gazed at the shelter in front of him. He smiled at a familiar figure behind the window. She was with that girl he had been watching the previous night.

Slowly, he got out his phone and dialed a familiar number. Four rings … someone picked up.

“Hi Banana, glad you could make it after all.”