Stamina

Megan had hunted all night. Dawn had just been breaking when she pinpointed the demon. She was so tired that she nearly decided to come back another night. In the end, she was just too afraid that he might leave the area. The last thing she wanted was to have to hunt him all over again.

The Limon was standing nearing a burning barrel outside a run-down bar. They were near the docks over a mile from where she had started. She would have sworn he was drunk. His path wound through every alley between the two spots.

Megan decided to play it cool. She walked up to the barrel pulling a cigarette from her pack and lit it.

"Could I bum one of those?" The Limon asked in a deep but very hoarse voice.

"Sure," Megan trilled in her best bubbly voice. She handed him the smoke and he lit it with the barrel fire.