Yes, she was stalking. There was something she saw some time ago on her way back to the school to bother one of her friends whom she'd been told to keep an eye on. Yet this woman loomed around, taking her time with each person. She wasn't usually out to stalk people or chase them around for any reason. But she was told to keep an eye on things, and well things seemed to be getting out of hand. No she wasn't immortal or a flying creature of the night, but she had her ways of keeping her eye on this one woman. Some reason the damned girl was always moving, perhaps Mikel was right. Then again, he's been dead wrong numerous times before. Carefully Katie watched as the woman in white took off down the street. Carefully and as silently as she could, her form would vanish from site only to appear five or six houses down on the roof tops.
She carried this on through the town until finally the woman seemed to be hovering around one street. With a grin she stepped off of the edge of the building and dropped through empty space, until the form visually disappeared once again and she stood on the ground, leaned against the wall firmly with her arms crossed under her breasts. The same grin played along her lips, she loved stalking people, they never truly knew you were upon them until the last moment when you allowed them to know you were there. Now, unless there was another like Mikel guarding this town, she knew she'd be safe from harm. Carefully Katie let a harmonic whistling slip through her fitted lips, watching as the storms of tide began shaking the world up.
''If only we knew...'' The grin repositioned itself and the woman finally disappeared from site once again and perched herself in the opening of the bell tower. One hand gripped tightly a wooden bar inside, as she hung herself out the window like hole and watched the city carefully. It was late in the year again, getting cold as the winds of the north were felt against her cheeks and arms. ''Crazy.... I'm crazy for trying to fall for you....'' The old song from before the strike of 1940 began the ''pop'' sensation of music, it rang out softly, catching the years of passing bats and night creatures but not loud enough to grace Angelica's ears on the ground.