She reached the end of the wall and jumped down, landing in a crouch. She was off again before the after images had caught up with her and she darted from shadow to shadow until she found a suitable dark corner, there she stayed and stood perfectly still, watching the empty street and calming her breaths.
She was almost ready to decide that she had lost her follower when she saw it. The tall shadow in the light from the gaslights was accompanied by the sound of a strange echoing sniffing, when the figure stepped into one of the yellow circles of light Marie barely kept the curse in. A Sniffer, someone had set a fucking Sniffer on her trail.
The man was tall and scrawny, the top hat on his head seemed almost to big for it, the thin stripes on his suit made him seem even more drawn out. Even at the great distance Marie could see his eyes slightly magnified under a pair of goggles and she shivered despite the calming effect of the Ghost Blood.
While the man was imposing in himself what was the real reason for her curse was attached to the thin man's wrist with a slender chain, it was fastened in the collar of what had once been a dog of unknown breed. It wasn't much of a dog any longer though, all of it's head - besides the nose - was encased in a bubble of glass and metal and it's eyes where an unseeing milky white. All along the creatures body patches of fur had been shaved off, tubes were inserted in some and squares of something was bubbling in others. Marie felt her heart pound in her chest and she knew she had to move. Had to get away. Had to get them to loose her scent.
She looked around for her alternatives, she could run - continue down the street they where on - but that would not make it all too easy for them to follow. Instead she looked up, the roofs were a possibility, she could move faster there, get some distance between them. A scent passed by her upturned face, it was filled with salt and seaweed and suddenly she knew. Over the roofs to the sea - it was her only chance.
The walls behind her back were made of uneven bricks and it wasn't hard to climb upwards in the corner, when she reached the roof she swung herself onto it as silently as she could. When she cast one last look down to the street she saw the Sniffer and it's Handler stepping into the nearest light circle. The Handler looked up, straight at her and smiled. Marie shivered again before pushing herself onto her feet. She had to run, she had to live. Something was seriously wrong here and she had to find out what...
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