Deitricha sat down softly on the deserted boardwalk. It was far too late for any mortal who valued their life to feel at ease here. There were plenty of such places in Los Angeles, but none of the others currently held Deitricha, and in this vein, they became favourable to the diminutive Spiral's location. Giving the slightest of sighs, the redhead took a last spoonful of her ice cream, and then set the little plastic dish that the dessert had come in on the planks beside her. She was too full to finish it now, but the lingering taste of peaches and cream still danced amorously on her tongue.

Fortune had always been strange to the young fostern. She had read somewhere that whenever God closes a door, he opens a window. Frankly she thought it terribly stupid, most of the gods she'd met had better things to do with their time than play butler for their unfaithful servants. But she would readily agree that sometimes the Wyrm pointed her exactly where she needed to go, and this night had been no exception. Like most girls of her relative age, (although she would never admit to any other similarities that might exist between them and herself) Deitricha had an insatiable sweet tooth. She couldn't return to the little ice cream hut on the beach, it hadn't been restaffed since her first eventful visit there with Marilyn.

So she had settled momentarily for driving down the Strip, top down, music blaring, until she set her eyes on the faltering neon sign of the Coldstone Creamery. As she had pulled up to the curb, rubber peeling against the road, she noted with dismay that the store's only attendant seemed to be fumbling with his keys in an effort to lock the place up.

No matter, she put her best pouty face on and hopped out of the green VW to ask this perfect stranger for a 'very special favour'. It wouldn't be the first time that she had done so, nor would it be the last time that the ploy worked. A little animal attraction was necessary to grease the wheels of the stuttering man's mind, but it was still only a moment before the two were inside the store, and she was gleefully helping herself to some ice cream. This was expected, what followed was not... Well, not entirely anyhow.

The man's shaking hands had been the first thing she'd found questionable, the fact that the store hadn't been cleaned before closing, came second. Perched on the counter, Deitricha had gingerly, and with the sincerest look she could muster, taken 'Andy' (or so his name tag said) by the hand and asked him if someone had tried to rob the place. What spilled out of the unnerved cashier's lips took her understandably by surprise. It was particularly difficult not to laugh at him when he started blathering about a wolfman threatening to kill him. Apparently there had been a fight, of sorts, and somehow the only thing broken was a table by the nearest wall. Andy had laughed uneasily and said that it must be his lucky day. Deitricha had agreed. Externally.

Internally she knew that some idiot, probably a Gaian, had broken the Veil wide open, and as much as she loathed the idea of cleaning up someone else's mess she was also well aware that Trey would prefer it if she did. It was always preferable, when possible, to do as Trey would prefer. It was also less painful, and less of a hassle in the long run.

So she had been stuck talking to Andy, listening ever so intently, asking questions, prying loose some key pieces of information, and nodding sympathetically. The little ahroun had marveled at the fact that the terrified mortal bought her comforting expressions, it wasn't as though she was trying very hard. After the charming heart-to-heart, she lured him off to someplace more intimate. This proved about as hard as getting him to open up to her had been. The promise of a free ride home was sufficient to get him into her car, and when she 'just remembered' a friend she had to pick up from the nearby beach... suffice it to say that Andy didn't feel comfortable sitting in the car all alone just yet. After all, werewolves could be anywhere.

Now here they were, her on the boardwalk and Andy splayed in the sand. She could hazard a guess that when she had pushed him onto the sand and straddled him, Andy had thought he was going to get a piece. The look had been there, and she had drunk it from his eyes in the moments before she'd peeled the lids off of them. Hope. It was enough to sate her mind, as the man's flesh had been enough to sate her hunger. Bending down to put her fingers against the man's flayed face, she pressed a kiss to his bloodless lips, and dragged his arms up from his sides through the sand, leaving smears of scarlet in their wake. Just like an angel.

Before leaving him in extremis, the fostern diligently cut swatches of pertinent scent information off of the dead man's attire and stored them away in individual plastic bags. Two people, one male, one female....he wouldn't miss them. Neither would Deitricha, not if she ever came upon them in person. Standing she quirked her head from side to side, contemplating whether or not she was done her work for the evening. No.

Snagging the previously forgotten ice cream from the walk, she dribbled the remnants on Andy's crotch, then pocketing the empty container and spoon walked back to her car. The night's wind and the white sand made short work of her tracks.