Theodora sat in the darkest corner of the bar. Her light green eyes scanned the room for anyone approaching her table. [i]He's late[/i] She thought, glance up at the analog clock that hung behind the counter. Sipping her beer she made e final decision that if he didn't show up within the next five minutes she would live. Staying in one place for too long made her restless. She noticed a drunk guy approach her table. She smiled sweetly and declined his offer to go home with him. The drunk guy wasn't too thrilled about that and he tried to grab her arm. Theodora flicked her wrist, sending the man stumbling backwards. He laughed it off, found another pretty girl, and moved went to entice her to go home with him. [i]Great. I hope there are no hunters around.[/i] The girl sighed. Just as as she was about to stand and leave, the electronic bell over the door rang, announcing a new visitor. The man walked inside, brushed the loose snow off of his jacket, and headed straight for Theodora's table. She sat straight up in her chair and watched as he approached. 
"Theodora?"
She nodded, stood up, put on her own coat, and said, "Follow me." The two walked out of the bar through a side door. They entered and alley way and walked to the end of it where there were the most shadows. "You've got the money?"
The man handed her a bundle of bills. She stuffed them in her pocket. "Where are you hurt?" 
The man took off his jacket. A large dark spot was visible on his shirt where the blood was seeping out of an open wound. "Some damned witch did it. She was my ex. When I broke it off with her for-"
"I don't need details. How long have you had the wound?" Theodora asked, stooping to pick up some mud from the ground. She cupped it in her hand and whispered into it. 
The man watched her with distaste. "Two days maybe. Are you going to put that mud on me?"
The girl didn't answer. She lifted the shirt and smeared the mud on the open wound. "Let the mud dry for twenty four hours. After that take a steaming hot shower to wash it way. You will have a scar, but he bleed will stop." She smiled at the man and then quickly turned on her heal , leaving him standing there. Once she got further down the alley way, a black cat bounded up to her. She smiled down at him. "Good kitty." 
Together, her and the cat walked out of the alley way and into the streets of the busy town.