The day had gone by in a bit of a blur to Maggie. It had started out like any normal day, until she was called by her doctor at work. Normally she kept her phone on silent but recently she kept it on because she knew her father wasn’t doing well. She lived in Canada, born and raised, but her parents had thought some Florida sun would do them well in their older age. She hadn’t seen them since the move, but spoke to them often. When she received the call, she first thought it was because of her father. But she was wrong.
Two weeks prior, she began to experience severe stomach cramps and back pain at work. Her co-worker, a bubbly blonde, had shown concern and talked her into seeing a doctor even though she was sure it was nothing. It happened quite often and she was sure it was just her size. She wasn’t tiny like most of the women she often seen around town. Rather than a size zero or two, she wore a healthy size 14. She was big boned naturally, so could never be tiny even if she tried, but she was also healthy on top of that. Some could consider her fat, but she didn’t quite see herself that way. But because of the extra weight, and the large breasts that accompanied it, she was sure that was the problem for her minor health problems.
She would be wrong however. After clocking out at the small retail store she worked in at the mall, she headed straight to the doctor where she was sat down and talked to about the results that had finally came in. Most of the words had gone straight through her. It didn’t even seem real. And after leaving the hospital, she felt numb and had somehow made her way to the park. She sat on one of the benches and watched the children at play until the sun began to set. The children soon left and were replaced by adults stepping through quickly on their way home from work, using the paths in the park as a shortcut. She wasn’t sure how long she had sat there before realizing she needed to call her mother.
Taking her small black phone from her purse, she studied its face. She could see her reflection faintly. Her cheeks held dark streaks. She hadn’t even realized she had cried. She sniffed then, wanting to get a hold of herself before calling. She didn’t want to frighten them anymore than they already would be. She lifted her hand to brush back her long mahogany tresses from her face and sighed, her breath leaving her in a visible plume. She began to search for the number in the small list in her phone and then touched the tip of her finger to the call button. It rang only twice before it was answered.
“Hello?” A deep female voice came through followed by a smoker’s cough.
“Hey mom, it’s me.”
“Oh, Maggie. You know my show is on right now.” There was slight irritation in her voice.
“Oh, right. Listen.. I’ll make this quick. I went to the doctor today.”
“Honey, daddy is doing fine. I told you I would call you.”
“No, mom. Listen. This is about me. I went to the doctor because I am sick.”
“Well what’s wrong with you? Honey, can’t this wait five minutes? My show is on. You know I watch it every Thursday.”
“Mom.. I..” She pursed her lips a moment before running her cold fingertips beneath her eyes. It was hard to keep the emotion from her voice now. She waited a moment or two, allowing her mother to watch the ending of whatever show had her attention while she herself tried to calm herself enough to speak properly. “They said I have Pancreatic Cancer. It is hard to catch at the beginning stages but, mine has developed pretty far. They don’t think I have very long. Six months at the most.”
The conversation lasted a bit longer before she was unable to continue talking. She promised her mother she would call her back soon with more details and then hung up. She swallowed a hard lump before lifting her gaze to the heavens. The worst part, she knew, was that her parents would now be worried. She hated upsetting people. She dipped her phone back into her purse and looked down at herself. She wore black dress pants with black snow boots, a must for the winters in Canada. Beneath her coat was a simple maroon sweater. Her fingertips began to play at a spot in her coat, noticing one of the buttons was growing loose. She kept her gaze upon it as she tried to mask her feelings. She didn’t want to be caught crying either, not even by strangers. She was strange like that.
In the End. (Nevaeh.)
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Re: In the End. (Nevaeh.)
“Nevaeh” …
“Nevaeh,”…
The voices called out to her waking her from yet another decent days sleep. She sat up in bed craning her head to the side listening to them calling to her. Was it her mother or father this time? She never once thought she was crazy. In her humanity, she wanted to believe it but these voices only started after she was turned. To her it was a side effect of being turned into one of the creature of the night, the dreaded vampire. In all her time as this immortal being she had learned one thing; it was hardly different then being a mortal. The family changed but there was still a core family unit type of thing. Micah, the man who turned her, was like the father. It was still hard to see him as a father. She had lost her own father the night she was turned.
One day.
Maybe.
She rose from the bed doing her normally nightly thing. Since she didn’t have to use the bathroom she skipped that but showering and brushing her teeth were still important. It wasn’t as if they sweat but other environmental factors contributed to needing to bath, like hunting for zombies to slay. It was dirty work, but it was something that needed done. She plucked through Raina’s wardrobe since she hadn’t one of her own yet. Raina gave her free reign over the closet since she had so many clothes and barely wore them. In return, she kept them as clean as could be. When hunting for food, she had one outfit but while hunting for zombies, she only kept one set in case they tore or got something nasty on them. Either way, she didn’t take too many of them from Raina’s side of the closet. Jaxton hadn’t returned in some time, but she never touched his clothes since he wasn’t around to give permission to her. She was very respectful and mindful of the people who let her use a room in their small apartment. After all they had put in a second room for her.
Tonight was different. The voices called her into going out into the city.
“No hunting zombies Nevaeh. Go out!” The voice was barely above a whisper. If she listened hard enough she barely caught the words. Or maybe they were just telling her to, “Get Out!” She interpreted the way she wanted too since the later was rude. She wasn’t rude so she choose to think her parents wouldn’t be either.
After doing the regimen for hygiene, she set out in the city wearing some jeans she thought of as designer since they were not Wrangler or another brand she recognized. They were slim fitting against her body and a shade darker than stone washed jeans. She enjoyed the feel of the fabric against her skin as they were softer then the brands she was use to. The shirt was an oversized tee shirt. It was on Raina’s side of the closet, it smelled like Raina but somehow she didn’t think it actually belonged to Raina. On the logo it was for some bar she’d never heard of before. Since it was suppose to be cold, though she didn’t feel the cold deep down to her bone. Her skin still prickled with the goose bumps when the cold hit her flesh. She grabbed a jacket to put on in the cold weather.
The only thing that didn’t match in this whole outfit was her shoes. Raina’s shoes were a tad to big on her so she kept her sneaker on. They were tattered and wore; the seam was stretched to the point of breaking soon. And soon the two girls would go shopping together. As she walked, voices came to her directing her where to go. She would stop in the middle of a turn if one of the voices directed her to stop and start heading in the opposite direction. At one point in time she thought they were messing with her because she paced back and forth on a city block thrice over. Finally the city faded into a park. Her hands tucked into her pockets pretending to keep from the chill of the night. At a point she heard stop. Just the one word! She sat on a bench next to a woman who was twice her size. She looked at the mahogany haired girl from her peripheral vision. The woman wasn’t fat; she had a very healthy complexion. Her dark hair fell down her back in locks that almost spiraled. It was much like her own waves of raven darkness but the woman’s fell with tints and hues of brown and chestnut unlike Nevaeh’s own blue black hair.
The woman was on the phone talking to someone about something very private, by the time she had hung up the phone Nevaeh had heard the conversation. It was the current times with cellular phones. They gave freedom to people to talk anywhere and about everything. A grim line set in on Nevaeh’s face. The word, the one word, cancer. It had been what struck an interest in her to keep listening. Oddly enough she didn’t even realize the other voices had finally stopped while she listened to this woman.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to listen in to your conversation. I’m terribly sorry to hear the news. I know you don’t know me, but would you like me to buy you some coffee. I have an ear.. you can vent if you like?” It was a simple offer to the woman beside her. That simple offer was going to lead to so much more when the night was over. She’d half decided to save the woman’s life already. …. It had to wait until she seen how the woman was.
“Nevaeh,”…
The voices called out to her waking her from yet another decent days sleep. She sat up in bed craning her head to the side listening to them calling to her. Was it her mother or father this time? She never once thought she was crazy. In her humanity, she wanted to believe it but these voices only started after she was turned. To her it was a side effect of being turned into one of the creature of the night, the dreaded vampire. In all her time as this immortal being she had learned one thing; it was hardly different then being a mortal. The family changed but there was still a core family unit type of thing. Micah, the man who turned her, was like the father. It was still hard to see him as a father. She had lost her own father the night she was turned.
One day.
Maybe.
She rose from the bed doing her normally nightly thing. Since she didn’t have to use the bathroom she skipped that but showering and brushing her teeth were still important. It wasn’t as if they sweat but other environmental factors contributed to needing to bath, like hunting for zombies to slay. It was dirty work, but it was something that needed done. She plucked through Raina’s wardrobe since she hadn’t one of her own yet. Raina gave her free reign over the closet since she had so many clothes and barely wore them. In return, she kept them as clean as could be. When hunting for food, she had one outfit but while hunting for zombies, she only kept one set in case they tore or got something nasty on them. Either way, she didn’t take too many of them from Raina’s side of the closet. Jaxton hadn’t returned in some time, but she never touched his clothes since he wasn’t around to give permission to her. She was very respectful and mindful of the people who let her use a room in their small apartment. After all they had put in a second room for her.
Tonight was different. The voices called her into going out into the city.
“No hunting zombies Nevaeh. Go out!” The voice was barely above a whisper. If she listened hard enough she barely caught the words. Or maybe they were just telling her to, “Get Out!” She interpreted the way she wanted too since the later was rude. She wasn’t rude so she choose to think her parents wouldn’t be either.
After doing the regimen for hygiene, she set out in the city wearing some jeans she thought of as designer since they were not Wrangler or another brand she recognized. They were slim fitting against her body and a shade darker than stone washed jeans. She enjoyed the feel of the fabric against her skin as they were softer then the brands she was use to. The shirt was an oversized tee shirt. It was on Raina’s side of the closet, it smelled like Raina but somehow she didn’t think it actually belonged to Raina. On the logo it was for some bar she’d never heard of before. Since it was suppose to be cold, though she didn’t feel the cold deep down to her bone. Her skin still prickled with the goose bumps when the cold hit her flesh. She grabbed a jacket to put on in the cold weather.
The only thing that didn’t match in this whole outfit was her shoes. Raina’s shoes were a tad to big on her so she kept her sneaker on. They were tattered and wore; the seam was stretched to the point of breaking soon. And soon the two girls would go shopping together. As she walked, voices came to her directing her where to go. She would stop in the middle of a turn if one of the voices directed her to stop and start heading in the opposite direction. At one point in time she thought they were messing with her because she paced back and forth on a city block thrice over. Finally the city faded into a park. Her hands tucked into her pockets pretending to keep from the chill of the night. At a point she heard stop. Just the one word! She sat on a bench next to a woman who was twice her size. She looked at the mahogany haired girl from her peripheral vision. The woman wasn’t fat; she had a very healthy complexion. Her dark hair fell down her back in locks that almost spiraled. It was much like her own waves of raven darkness but the woman’s fell with tints and hues of brown and chestnut unlike Nevaeh’s own blue black hair.
The woman was on the phone talking to someone about something very private, by the time she had hung up the phone Nevaeh had heard the conversation. It was the current times with cellular phones. They gave freedom to people to talk anywhere and about everything. A grim line set in on Nevaeh’s face. The word, the one word, cancer. It had been what struck an interest in her to keep listening. Oddly enough she didn’t even realize the other voices had finally stopped while she listened to this woman.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to listen in to your conversation. I’m terribly sorry to hear the news. I know you don’t know me, but would you like me to buy you some coffee. I have an ear.. you can vent if you like?” It was a simple offer to the woman beside her. That simple offer was going to lead to so much more when the night was over. She’d half decided to save the woman’s life already. …. It had to wait until she seen how the woman was.
All good things must come to an end.
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Re: In the End. (Nevaeh.)
While on the phone, especially when the conversation is personal and private, it is easy to forget where you are or to miss things happening around you. It was like that now. Maggie had no idea there was another on the bench beside her until the woman spoke up. She quickly glanced at her, seeing a slender female with dark locks similar to her own. She lifted her hands to dab her fingertips over her eyes once more in an attempt to make herself more presentable. She sniffed lightly then offered a bit of a smile.
“I’m not sure where my mind has gone. I didn’t hear you sit down.” The girl had scared her a touch actually and she could feel her poor heart hammering quickly, though it was beginning to slow again now. Blood lifted to her cheeks, coloring them a rosy hue in her moment of slight embarrassment. Had the stranger overheard her entire conversation then? She really hoped not but.. Hearing her again, it sounded as though she had. She didn’t want pity though. Or to even talk about it. What was there to really say? But something warm did sound nice, and if she was buying… Then why not?
“Well.. I’m not so much a fan of coffee, but a nice hot drink does sound nice right now. I could definitely use some herbal tea.” She heaved herself from the cold bench then and moved her hands over her backside to brush away any debris from her seat. A quick glance around would be made before she looked at the girl again. “I’m Maggie, by the way.” She offered simply. It was the least she could do for a stranger offering her a drink as well as an ear.
Her hands dug into her pockets then, seeking warmth as she began to walk, waiting for the girl to be at her side first. An awkward silence would begin and it would slowly eat at Maggie until she felt a need to fill it. Or maybe she did want someone to talk to after all. She glanced at the girl and back again to watch where she was walking. She may not have been bone thin, but she was still able to walk at a brisk pace, especially with the cold night air nipping at her.
“I’m sorry you overheard my phone call..” She finally spoke again. “I only really got the news today and I wanted to let my family know.” She wasn’t sure why she was even discussing this or explaining it to the stranger. Maybe because she had shown interest and concern. Maybe the woman felt bad about her own father’s turning and now wished to help someone else in the same position. Hearing that her father had passed though was little comfort to Maggie. She didn’t want to die. There was still so much she never got to do. She never found that one special guy to be with, she never had the chance to start a family. She never even got to go back to school, something she hoped to do after saving up some money.
She hadn’t realized she had fallen silent to listen to her own thoughts until they were close to the café. She offered the girl an apologetic smile then. “Sometimes, you don’t realize how fast time passes until you no longer have it. There were so many things I thought I could still do. You don’t think about things like that really until you are faced with a deadline. Maybe that is why you had heard the conversation. Maybe fate wanted to give you a small lesson through me. I was always taught that the Lord works in mysterious ways and that there are never any accidents with fate.”
Reaching the café, Maggie pulled the door open, holding it there for her new friend to catch. The sound of tinkling bells sounded as a wave of warmth carrying with it the aroma of fresh brewed coffee kissed them at the entrance. Maggie wasted no time in stepping further into the small establishment, choosing a booth further in the back to keep them away from any drafts created in case another customer was to arrive later. She slid into the booth and lightly shivered as her body began to change temperatures. She waited a moment longer before pulling her hands from her pockets. She rubbed them together above the surface of the table as her gaze traveled over the inside of the building. It was dressed for Christmas with bits of evergreen and red bows over the windows. It was then that she realized this would be her last Christmas, if the doctors were correct in their diagnosis.
“You don’t have to buy my drink. I think I will get a bit to eat while we are here anyway.” She reached for the menu and began to look it over as she wondered how to speak with the girl opposite her now. She wanted to keep things light but inside she just felt like curling up in a ball. With so little time, how was she to get all her affairs in order? She would have to have things turned off and figure out what to do with the few things she owned. Her biggest worry now was the cost to her parents. Funerals were expensive after all. The woman closed her eyes momentarily before opening them, trying to focus on the list of foods before her. She hadn’t eaten all day and was beginning to form a headache because of it. Her mind continued to race however, refusing to calm down.
Soon a waitress approached the pair of girls and asked for their order. Maggie glanced upwards in slight surprise. She hadn’t enough time to fully peruse the menu but she also didn’t want to make the two wait. “I’d like some hot tea. Herbal if you have any.” She quickly read down the menu as she spoke and then lightly lifted her shoulder. “I think I will also take your Sunny burger with a cup of the cheesy broccoli soup instead of the fries.” She closed the menu then, relieved to be out of the spotlight then as the waitress then turned to the alternate girl. Maggie placed her menu back in place by the salt and pepper shakers. She took a moment to look over the dessert card picturing Christmas pie, giving the girl a moment of privacy to make her own order before she turned her gaze upon her with a shy smile.
“I’m sorry to hear about your father, by the way.” She spoke softly once the waitress had left to put in their orders. “My own father hasn’t been doing the greatest either. He has been in and out of the Hospital for the last few months. I worry about him and my mother both. They live in the states though. My mother wanted to spend time with some healthy Florida sun in her old age and with the price of gas and plane tickets, I haven’t been able to see them since their move. I would have liked to see them again before…” She paused and then redirected her thoughts, “But maybe it’s better this way, you know?” She gave another nonchalant shrug, “I mean.. Because there has been a bit of distance between us, maybe it won’t be so hard on them…” Warm chocolate orbs settled on the girl then, waiting for her to maybe add to the conversation. Maybe she would even have some advice. If anything, Maggie was grateful for the company now, even if she knew it wouldn’t last. She dreaded going home to her apartment now, knowing that once she was behind closed doors, then the tears would fully escape.
“I’m not sure where my mind has gone. I didn’t hear you sit down.” The girl had scared her a touch actually and she could feel her poor heart hammering quickly, though it was beginning to slow again now. Blood lifted to her cheeks, coloring them a rosy hue in her moment of slight embarrassment. Had the stranger overheard her entire conversation then? She really hoped not but.. Hearing her again, it sounded as though she had. She didn’t want pity though. Or to even talk about it. What was there to really say? But something warm did sound nice, and if she was buying… Then why not?
“Well.. I’m not so much a fan of coffee, but a nice hot drink does sound nice right now. I could definitely use some herbal tea.” She heaved herself from the cold bench then and moved her hands over her backside to brush away any debris from her seat. A quick glance around would be made before she looked at the girl again. “I’m Maggie, by the way.” She offered simply. It was the least she could do for a stranger offering her a drink as well as an ear.
Her hands dug into her pockets then, seeking warmth as she began to walk, waiting for the girl to be at her side first. An awkward silence would begin and it would slowly eat at Maggie until she felt a need to fill it. Or maybe she did want someone to talk to after all. She glanced at the girl and back again to watch where she was walking. She may not have been bone thin, but she was still able to walk at a brisk pace, especially with the cold night air nipping at her.
“I’m sorry you overheard my phone call..” She finally spoke again. “I only really got the news today and I wanted to let my family know.” She wasn’t sure why she was even discussing this or explaining it to the stranger. Maybe because she had shown interest and concern. Maybe the woman felt bad about her own father’s turning and now wished to help someone else in the same position. Hearing that her father had passed though was little comfort to Maggie. She didn’t want to die. There was still so much she never got to do. She never found that one special guy to be with, she never had the chance to start a family. She never even got to go back to school, something she hoped to do after saving up some money.
She hadn’t realized she had fallen silent to listen to her own thoughts until they were close to the café. She offered the girl an apologetic smile then. “Sometimes, you don’t realize how fast time passes until you no longer have it. There were so many things I thought I could still do. You don’t think about things like that really until you are faced with a deadline. Maybe that is why you had heard the conversation. Maybe fate wanted to give you a small lesson through me. I was always taught that the Lord works in mysterious ways and that there are never any accidents with fate.”
Reaching the café, Maggie pulled the door open, holding it there for her new friend to catch. The sound of tinkling bells sounded as a wave of warmth carrying with it the aroma of fresh brewed coffee kissed them at the entrance. Maggie wasted no time in stepping further into the small establishment, choosing a booth further in the back to keep them away from any drafts created in case another customer was to arrive later. She slid into the booth and lightly shivered as her body began to change temperatures. She waited a moment longer before pulling her hands from her pockets. She rubbed them together above the surface of the table as her gaze traveled over the inside of the building. It was dressed for Christmas with bits of evergreen and red bows over the windows. It was then that she realized this would be her last Christmas, if the doctors were correct in their diagnosis.
“You don’t have to buy my drink. I think I will get a bit to eat while we are here anyway.” She reached for the menu and began to look it over as she wondered how to speak with the girl opposite her now. She wanted to keep things light but inside she just felt like curling up in a ball. With so little time, how was she to get all her affairs in order? She would have to have things turned off and figure out what to do with the few things she owned. Her biggest worry now was the cost to her parents. Funerals were expensive after all. The woman closed her eyes momentarily before opening them, trying to focus on the list of foods before her. She hadn’t eaten all day and was beginning to form a headache because of it. Her mind continued to race however, refusing to calm down.
Soon a waitress approached the pair of girls and asked for their order. Maggie glanced upwards in slight surprise. She hadn’t enough time to fully peruse the menu but she also didn’t want to make the two wait. “I’d like some hot tea. Herbal if you have any.” She quickly read down the menu as she spoke and then lightly lifted her shoulder. “I think I will also take your Sunny burger with a cup of the cheesy broccoli soup instead of the fries.” She closed the menu then, relieved to be out of the spotlight then as the waitress then turned to the alternate girl. Maggie placed her menu back in place by the salt and pepper shakers. She took a moment to look over the dessert card picturing Christmas pie, giving the girl a moment of privacy to make her own order before she turned her gaze upon her with a shy smile.
“I’m sorry to hear about your father, by the way.” She spoke softly once the waitress had left to put in their orders. “My own father hasn’t been doing the greatest either. He has been in and out of the Hospital for the last few months. I worry about him and my mother both. They live in the states though. My mother wanted to spend time with some healthy Florida sun in her old age and with the price of gas and plane tickets, I haven’t been able to see them since their move. I would have liked to see them again before…” She paused and then redirected her thoughts, “But maybe it’s better this way, you know?” She gave another nonchalant shrug, “I mean.. Because there has been a bit of distance between us, maybe it won’t be so hard on them…” Warm chocolate orbs settled on the girl then, waiting for her to maybe add to the conversation. Maybe she would even have some advice. If anything, Maggie was grateful for the company now, even if she knew it wouldn’t last. She dreaded going home to her apartment now, knowing that once she was behind closed doors, then the tears would fully escape.
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Re: In the End. (Nevaeh.)
Being fully fed, she had no desires to feed on this woman. Not even after the moment when her heart stammered in her chest, the rising thud of her heart beside the lungs, the quick intake of breath causing the blood to rush around her body. Nevaeh would have been ravenous at one point in time after waking from a long slumber but not so anymore. She was trying to be the vampire version of a vegetarian lately. She fed on animal in the sewers, woods or farm. It was the safest method for now. So hearing this woman’s heart pounding like the running bulls in her ears was nothing more than her being able to tell she was frightened. If Nevaeh had scared her this bad, enough to make her jumpy; she’d already apologized for that with her first sentence toward the woman.
“Tea or even hot chocolate with some little peppermint sticks seems nice given the season.”
It wasn’t much of her to notice little things but seeing as she had signed up to be a part of the family’s Christmas party thing she did notice the seasonal change and Yule greetings people shared. It had been her and her dad so long she only ever needed one gift every year. The two put up the tree together every year, since he wasn’t around she wasn’t going to bother. However, Micah wanted her to be more social and this was her way of doing it.
“I’m Nevaeh or you can call me Neva. My dad use to call me that. The only time anyone really used Nevaeh was when I was in trouble. Like when I snuck out to go see this R rated movie once, I was in some big trouble then.”
It delighted her to think about that day, not because she had gotten into trouble but because it was the first time anyone had used all three names when calling her. She’d survived most of her life being a pretty good little girl so when all three names slipped from her mom’s mouth; it had upset her mom more than her. Of course in the end she was grounded for a week but after four days of grounding, the punishment was over. Time off for good behavior they told her.
“I’m sorry; I don’t know why I thought of that. It’s okay, just be glad it was me who overheard and not some weirdo roaming the city”
Unless you considered being a vampire weird, then she was the weirdo your parents warned you about. She didn’t feel different, only the source of food seems to have changed. That and the voices! Where were the voices? They normally streamed into her mind like a distraction, yet now they were silent. This woman chased the voices away, another reason why she had to turn her.
When the woman held the door open, she quietly offered a thank you following between the rows of tables to the back of the place where this Maggie took up salvation at a table in the rear. It was always good to be able to survey an establishment, check all the exit points though her eyes lingered on the bathroom rather than noticing the exit points to make it seem like she was only checking where the lavatories might be for later use. A simple trick she used not to draw attention to herself or any other slips she might do in front of a mortal being as this one was.
“I insist on paying, you’ve had a rough day so the least I can do is pay for a meal and drink. Although, I ate earlier so I will just get something to drink. That hot chocolate I mentioned made me want some.”
If only I could actually drink it. It was going to be a trick fooling someone, one she never has done. Maybe she could accidentally knock it over at some point, but first at least get a milky mustache to look like she was drinking it yet never take a sip. If nothing else she offered some company to this woman, the warmth of conversation.
“So what is it you do for work?”
A common get to know you question any human would ask another human. But what could she say in return? She lived at a friend’s house, lived by killing zombies and didn’t even wear her own clothes. It seemed the only way to answer that question if it were asked to her would be to say she was self employed. However, what terms could be used to say vampire who kills zombies? She would have to think of something else. Perhaps go with no job, an inheritance from her father’s death. That was a more reasonable excuse to offer, and would make sense should the question arise. It was almost foolish to ask something you yourself could not answer reasonably in return.
When the waitress approached, she waited for Maggie to order before placing her order of the hot cocoa with a peppermint twist. After the waitress left the table, she pats the woman’s hand with her slender fingers.
“As much as I was sorry to hear about your diagnosis. It takes strength and determination. You look as if you have both within you.”
If only Maggie knew, this disease riddling her body would never affect her again. At least not after tonight, tonight she was going to give Maggie the great gift she could offer someone, a life.
“Maggie, if there was a way for you to have more time, would you take the offer? No matter how silly it sounded or how imaginable it would be? Maybe like some ridicules thing like becoming a vampire like in the Twilight Movies or something?”
Oh nice way to ease into that one! She listened to herself prattle on about fictional Twilight vampires! Even to her that sounded stupid, but on the other hand it was an opening. An opening to glimpse at how she would feel about being given more time to enjoy the simple pleasure of life, even if it was a night life. However, there were further implications she’d not think of right away.
“Tea or even hot chocolate with some little peppermint sticks seems nice given the season.”
It wasn’t much of her to notice little things but seeing as she had signed up to be a part of the family’s Christmas party thing she did notice the seasonal change and Yule greetings people shared. It had been her and her dad so long she only ever needed one gift every year. The two put up the tree together every year, since he wasn’t around she wasn’t going to bother. However, Micah wanted her to be more social and this was her way of doing it.
“I’m Nevaeh or you can call me Neva. My dad use to call me that. The only time anyone really used Nevaeh was when I was in trouble. Like when I snuck out to go see this R rated movie once, I was in some big trouble then.”
It delighted her to think about that day, not because she had gotten into trouble but because it was the first time anyone had used all three names when calling her. She’d survived most of her life being a pretty good little girl so when all three names slipped from her mom’s mouth; it had upset her mom more than her. Of course in the end she was grounded for a week but after four days of grounding, the punishment was over. Time off for good behavior they told her.
“I’m sorry; I don’t know why I thought of that. It’s okay, just be glad it was me who overheard and not some weirdo roaming the city”
Unless you considered being a vampire weird, then she was the weirdo your parents warned you about. She didn’t feel different, only the source of food seems to have changed. That and the voices! Where were the voices? They normally streamed into her mind like a distraction, yet now they were silent. This woman chased the voices away, another reason why she had to turn her.
When the woman held the door open, she quietly offered a thank you following between the rows of tables to the back of the place where this Maggie took up salvation at a table in the rear. It was always good to be able to survey an establishment, check all the exit points though her eyes lingered on the bathroom rather than noticing the exit points to make it seem like she was only checking where the lavatories might be for later use. A simple trick she used not to draw attention to herself or any other slips she might do in front of a mortal being as this one was.
“I insist on paying, you’ve had a rough day so the least I can do is pay for a meal and drink. Although, I ate earlier so I will just get something to drink. That hot chocolate I mentioned made me want some.”
If only I could actually drink it. It was going to be a trick fooling someone, one she never has done. Maybe she could accidentally knock it over at some point, but first at least get a milky mustache to look like she was drinking it yet never take a sip. If nothing else she offered some company to this woman, the warmth of conversation.
“So what is it you do for work?”
A common get to know you question any human would ask another human. But what could she say in return? She lived at a friend’s house, lived by killing zombies and didn’t even wear her own clothes. It seemed the only way to answer that question if it were asked to her would be to say she was self employed. However, what terms could be used to say vampire who kills zombies? She would have to think of something else. Perhaps go with no job, an inheritance from her father’s death. That was a more reasonable excuse to offer, and would make sense should the question arise. It was almost foolish to ask something you yourself could not answer reasonably in return.
When the waitress approached, she waited for Maggie to order before placing her order of the hot cocoa with a peppermint twist. After the waitress left the table, she pats the woman’s hand with her slender fingers.
“As much as I was sorry to hear about your diagnosis. It takes strength and determination. You look as if you have both within you.”
If only Maggie knew, this disease riddling her body would never affect her again. At least not after tonight, tonight she was going to give Maggie the great gift she could offer someone, a life.
“Maggie, if there was a way for you to have more time, would you take the offer? No matter how silly it sounded or how imaginable it would be? Maybe like some ridicules thing like becoming a vampire like in the Twilight Movies or something?”
Oh nice way to ease into that one! She listened to herself prattle on about fictional Twilight vampires! Even to her that sounded stupid, but on the other hand it was an opening. An opening to glimpse at how she would feel about being given more time to enjoy the simple pleasure of life, even if it was a night life. However, there were further implications she’d not think of right away.
All good things must come to an end.
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Re: In the End. (Nevaeh.)
Hot chocolate… With cinnamon or peppermint… Why hadn’t she thought of that? It sounded delicious now that she had already ordered. Of course, she could always order one to go. It could keep her hands warm on her way home. And the drink herself would be nice and hot going down her throat. It would be like having her own personal little heater and could probably last until she got to her apartment. She had no idea that because of her new friend, Neveah, that she may not ever get the chance. And the woman’s name seemed very odd to her. Foreign really, but she didn’t want to come out and ask her about it. It would be quite rude, she would think.
She offered a smile however when she thought of the small story she shared about getting into trouble by going to see an “R” rated movie. She herself had never rebelled in such away and the thing was, her own parents probably wouldn’t have cared. Her parents, unlike most, didn’t give a hoot to what their daughter was up to. Maggie never rebelled or tried to cross any lines and there was always a trust there between them. She could imagine going to see a dirty film as a younger teen, her mother would probably lift her shoulder while her father would ask for any juicy details. It was off, of course, but her parents were just never into restricting her in any way. She knew most others would kill for that sort of freedom, yet she never used it. She never had a want or reason to, really.
“I can’t say I have ever gotten into trouble with my parents.. They were pretty free with rules and I was never the type to test how free they were. I even brought home a bad grade once and they didn’t really care. Maybe they knew they could trust me or that I was good and didn’t need to worry. Or maybe they just never really cared. They were never the types to get really involved with school or anything. They had already dealt with all of that themselves so I understood their want to stay out of it.”
She gave a smile then as she insisted on paying, even after she had ordered her meal. She wished the girl was going to eat as well though.. She didn’t really like to eat in front of others, but she was also ravenous so she would deal with it. And right on cue, the waitress brought their order. She waited to see if the pair would need anything else, then moseyed along her way to assist another set of customers a couple tables down. Maggie extended her hand to withdraw a few napkins from the dispenser, then grasped a few sugar packets for her tea. She could never drink it without sweetener of some kind. It had to be rather saccharine. She decided to let the bag steep a bit longer however and turned to her sandwich.
Making sure all the components were placed nice and neatly, she lifted the burger containing the fried egg and took a bite to taste. It was quite good. She lowered it and took up her napkin then, realizing she had been asked another question. Where did she work? It was simple enough to answer. She lifted the paper napkin to her mouth, dabbing around her lips to ensure she hadn’t made a mess on herself and smiled gently as she gave a simply shrug of her shoulder. She didn’t have a special job after all. Nothing that required schooling. Nothing to be proud of.
“I work in a clothing shop in the mall. They sell clothes for smaller sizes as well as much bigger with anything in between. It is mostly dressier clothes, things for church or dates. They also have lingerie and have recently gotten in some jewelry and a few well known perfumes as well. It isn’t too bad of a job, really. We tend to get a lot of the same customers who shop there, and the ladies are usually quite nice. How about you, Nevaeh?”
The girl’s name was strange on the tongue, but she had given a nice little bit of speech before reverting the spotlight away from her so she could eat a bit more. She didn’t really pay much attention to the girl with her drink as she took another bite of her sandwich and then began to check into her soup. The time had come though where she needed something to drink. She lifted the tea bag from the porcelain cup, allowing the liquid to drip an extra moment longer before she set it aside and began to tear open one of the sugar packets, beginning to pour the white substance into her cup. Two more followed this before she took the spoon and began to stir, dissolving the sugar quickly. Steam still lifted softly over the liquid, but she wanted a taste. She lifted the cup and gently blew ripples across the surface before taking a slow sip. It was exactly what she needed.
A light smile would be given again as she lightly shrugged her shoulders. Strength and determination? She wasn’t so sure. Yes she could put on a brave face but inside she was a bit of a mess. She was worried, mostly about what she could do for her parents once she was gone. She felt as though she was being a bad daughter, leaving them with such a debt. But then her attention was brought back to the girl as she changed the subject in a way. She gently laughed as she was asked about vampires, like in Twilight. It was a strange question, to say the least.
“It’s hard to say…” She paused a moment in thought before continuing. “I will admit, I loved the series in both book and movie form, though they got a pretty bad review from most. But really I don’t think their way of life would be that bad. If they were real. They get pretty much everything really, besides not being able to have children. I’ve never given it too much thought but I think I would take a chance to have more time. Even if it did mean being fodder for a vampire.”
She laughed softly again, though her mind was taken to another place not too long ago. She and another had witnessed a strange scene where a girl seemed to have been bitten by a vampire wannabe, but the wound had disappeared. It had puzzled both she and the male who had witnessed the entire scene with her. Coupled with the strange stories often heard on the news and the crime rates… Id did seem as though something dark was amiss in the once fair city of Harper Rock.
“Life isn’t always that easy though, is it?” Her smile seemed to fade lightly, though was still in place as she lowered her gaze to her plate. “I mean.. It would be nice if death could be avoided with an easy button or the bite from a mythical creature. But I can’t look at it that way. Everything happens for a reason. So maybe my death is needed for someone else to live? Somehow.” She lifted her dark eyes then to hold the girl’s gaze. “At least that way of thinking makes it easier for me..”
She offered a smile however when she thought of the small story she shared about getting into trouble by going to see an “R” rated movie. She herself had never rebelled in such away and the thing was, her own parents probably wouldn’t have cared. Her parents, unlike most, didn’t give a hoot to what their daughter was up to. Maggie never rebelled or tried to cross any lines and there was always a trust there between them. She could imagine going to see a dirty film as a younger teen, her mother would probably lift her shoulder while her father would ask for any juicy details. It was off, of course, but her parents were just never into restricting her in any way. She knew most others would kill for that sort of freedom, yet she never used it. She never had a want or reason to, really.
“I can’t say I have ever gotten into trouble with my parents.. They were pretty free with rules and I was never the type to test how free they were. I even brought home a bad grade once and they didn’t really care. Maybe they knew they could trust me or that I was good and didn’t need to worry. Or maybe they just never really cared. They were never the types to get really involved with school or anything. They had already dealt with all of that themselves so I understood their want to stay out of it.”
She gave a smile then as she insisted on paying, even after she had ordered her meal. She wished the girl was going to eat as well though.. She didn’t really like to eat in front of others, but she was also ravenous so she would deal with it. And right on cue, the waitress brought their order. She waited to see if the pair would need anything else, then moseyed along her way to assist another set of customers a couple tables down. Maggie extended her hand to withdraw a few napkins from the dispenser, then grasped a few sugar packets for her tea. She could never drink it without sweetener of some kind. It had to be rather saccharine. She decided to let the bag steep a bit longer however and turned to her sandwich.
Making sure all the components were placed nice and neatly, she lifted the burger containing the fried egg and took a bite to taste. It was quite good. She lowered it and took up her napkin then, realizing she had been asked another question. Where did she work? It was simple enough to answer. She lifted the paper napkin to her mouth, dabbing around her lips to ensure she hadn’t made a mess on herself and smiled gently as she gave a simply shrug of her shoulder. She didn’t have a special job after all. Nothing that required schooling. Nothing to be proud of.
“I work in a clothing shop in the mall. They sell clothes for smaller sizes as well as much bigger with anything in between. It is mostly dressier clothes, things for church or dates. They also have lingerie and have recently gotten in some jewelry and a few well known perfumes as well. It isn’t too bad of a job, really. We tend to get a lot of the same customers who shop there, and the ladies are usually quite nice. How about you, Nevaeh?”
The girl’s name was strange on the tongue, but she had given a nice little bit of speech before reverting the spotlight away from her so she could eat a bit more. She didn’t really pay much attention to the girl with her drink as she took another bite of her sandwich and then began to check into her soup. The time had come though where she needed something to drink. She lifted the tea bag from the porcelain cup, allowing the liquid to drip an extra moment longer before she set it aside and began to tear open one of the sugar packets, beginning to pour the white substance into her cup. Two more followed this before she took the spoon and began to stir, dissolving the sugar quickly. Steam still lifted softly over the liquid, but she wanted a taste. She lifted the cup and gently blew ripples across the surface before taking a slow sip. It was exactly what she needed.
A light smile would be given again as she lightly shrugged her shoulders. Strength and determination? She wasn’t so sure. Yes she could put on a brave face but inside she was a bit of a mess. She was worried, mostly about what she could do for her parents once she was gone. She felt as though she was being a bad daughter, leaving them with such a debt. But then her attention was brought back to the girl as she changed the subject in a way. She gently laughed as she was asked about vampires, like in Twilight. It was a strange question, to say the least.
“It’s hard to say…” She paused a moment in thought before continuing. “I will admit, I loved the series in both book and movie form, though they got a pretty bad review from most. But really I don’t think their way of life would be that bad. If they were real. They get pretty much everything really, besides not being able to have children. I’ve never given it too much thought but I think I would take a chance to have more time. Even if it did mean being fodder for a vampire.”
She laughed softly again, though her mind was taken to another place not too long ago. She and another had witnessed a strange scene where a girl seemed to have been bitten by a vampire wannabe, but the wound had disappeared. It had puzzled both she and the male who had witnessed the entire scene with her. Coupled with the strange stories often heard on the news and the crime rates… Id did seem as though something dark was amiss in the once fair city of Harper Rock.
“Life isn’t always that easy though, is it?” Her smile seemed to fade lightly, though was still in place as she lowered her gaze to her plate. “I mean.. It would be nice if death could be avoided with an easy button or the bite from a mythical creature. But I can’t look at it that way. Everything happens for a reason. So maybe my death is needed for someone else to live? Somehow.” She lifted her dark eyes then to hold the girl’s gaze. “At least that way of thinking makes it easier for me..”
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Re: In the End. (Nevaeh.)
She watched Maggie steeping the tea intently, a little too intently straining to hear what she really thought of to hear about the vampire part. Instead of stepping head long into that conversation again, one must not bring it up to much before eyes turned or one of those hunters caught on trying something right in public.
“I never really had rules or was in much trouble myself. I had straight A’s in school. My father use to be saying he named me properly. You see my name is Heaven backwards; I am their little piece of heaven. They didn’t want to name me Princess, Heaven or Angel because it would be too obvious. My mother heard of Nevaeh so they thought it was perfect. For the most part, I had similar freedoms. The one night it was only a midnight showing of the movie. I could have told them I was going but I wanted to see what would happen. I even wrote a paper on it at school. In fact I can’t think of a whole handful of times I was in trouble. Once I found a kitten in a box, when I brought it home I nearly was in trouble because dad was allergic to cats. But I stayed out of trouble, unlike my friends.”
That was more talking then she had done in ages. Her comfort level grew immensely. It was like sitting talking to an old friend she hadn’t see in ages. Close was never an option she had been given. Others in school had seen her as stuck up because she never went to parties and drank until she puked every weekend. Never bothering to go along or against anyone, she kept her head down. She’d not had the luxury of being able to attend college, not even community college as she had hoped. There was no funding for a single woman of average income as she was. So, she worked all her life until that fateful night.
When the waitress delivered the food she quietly thanked the woman keeping her eyes set on the table out of habit, but the tea was more interesting. The ripples floating on top of the cup and subtle change of the color to the water. It was barely noticeable without the keen eyes of the night stalking creatures that roamed the streets lurking in shadows. She looked up from the tea cup once again, listening to the girl tell her how she liked the Twilight saga, almost ready to berate her for making the comparison.
“If only things like that did happen.”
It was dismissive, which is what she had set out to do. First get the feel of Maggie’s idea of becoming one of her kin then let it go. There was better ways to go about this but she was inexperienced in this, turning people.
“If death could be avoided, the earth would be vastly over populated. Imagine some people, who shouldn’t be, it’s almost frightening. It would either become for the rich only or every idiot out there would be one. Either way, it might not be the best thing. I guess it is silly to think of since it can’t happen.”
With that she lifted the mug to her lips, not drinking but making sure the ring of brown was left on her lips. With a delicate grace she brought the napkin to her lips deliberately missing a spot to point out she had drank some of the brew even if she hadn’t. Slowly she began to set things up, the placement of the cup closer to the edge of the table. When her hand reached out for the napkin, if Maggie pointed out she still had the spot on her upper lip, the mug would go tumbling from her pulling the napkin out from under the eggshell rim of the mug right near the edge of the table. The crash would attract the waitress, who would run to clean it up. It was almost perfect.
“I like your way of thinking. To answer your question, I have an inheritance from my father that gives me a chance to not work for a few years. I thought I would take advantage of the peace for a while. Or at least until I grow bored of it.”
Or find a job. She had applied to many places but none accepted her yet. Some of the companies were newer while others were well known, all friendly to her kinsmen. She wanted to find a job, get an apartment of her own and even help out Raina some for putting up with her all this time. Raina, her friend and the prettiest woman she knew, inside and out. Who also just happened to be her siblings’ girlfriend, even if Jaxton was sleeping.
“I lucked out he had a very good life insurance policy.”
Or that she was turned the very same night her father died. If it came about again, the past repeated herself, she would do it all over again. That enormously frightening man saved her from something she would have regretted her entire …. Life? Even given this gift, she hadn't done much. But if she turned Maggie, she would do a world of difference for her life.
“I never really had rules or was in much trouble myself. I had straight A’s in school. My father use to be saying he named me properly. You see my name is Heaven backwards; I am their little piece of heaven. They didn’t want to name me Princess, Heaven or Angel because it would be too obvious. My mother heard of Nevaeh so they thought it was perfect. For the most part, I had similar freedoms. The one night it was only a midnight showing of the movie. I could have told them I was going but I wanted to see what would happen. I even wrote a paper on it at school. In fact I can’t think of a whole handful of times I was in trouble. Once I found a kitten in a box, when I brought it home I nearly was in trouble because dad was allergic to cats. But I stayed out of trouble, unlike my friends.”
That was more talking then she had done in ages. Her comfort level grew immensely. It was like sitting talking to an old friend she hadn’t see in ages. Close was never an option she had been given. Others in school had seen her as stuck up because she never went to parties and drank until she puked every weekend. Never bothering to go along or against anyone, she kept her head down. She’d not had the luxury of being able to attend college, not even community college as she had hoped. There was no funding for a single woman of average income as she was. So, she worked all her life until that fateful night.
When the waitress delivered the food she quietly thanked the woman keeping her eyes set on the table out of habit, but the tea was more interesting. The ripples floating on top of the cup and subtle change of the color to the water. It was barely noticeable without the keen eyes of the night stalking creatures that roamed the streets lurking in shadows. She looked up from the tea cup once again, listening to the girl tell her how she liked the Twilight saga, almost ready to berate her for making the comparison.
“If only things like that did happen.”
It was dismissive, which is what she had set out to do. First get the feel of Maggie’s idea of becoming one of her kin then let it go. There was better ways to go about this but she was inexperienced in this, turning people.
“If death could be avoided, the earth would be vastly over populated. Imagine some people, who shouldn’t be, it’s almost frightening. It would either become for the rich only or every idiot out there would be one. Either way, it might not be the best thing. I guess it is silly to think of since it can’t happen.”
With that she lifted the mug to her lips, not drinking but making sure the ring of brown was left on her lips. With a delicate grace she brought the napkin to her lips deliberately missing a spot to point out she had drank some of the brew even if she hadn’t. Slowly she began to set things up, the placement of the cup closer to the edge of the table. When her hand reached out for the napkin, if Maggie pointed out she still had the spot on her upper lip, the mug would go tumbling from her pulling the napkin out from under the eggshell rim of the mug right near the edge of the table. The crash would attract the waitress, who would run to clean it up. It was almost perfect.
“I like your way of thinking. To answer your question, I have an inheritance from my father that gives me a chance to not work for a few years. I thought I would take advantage of the peace for a while. Or at least until I grow bored of it.”
Or find a job. She had applied to many places but none accepted her yet. Some of the companies were newer while others were well known, all friendly to her kinsmen. She wanted to find a job, get an apartment of her own and even help out Raina some for putting up with her all this time. Raina, her friend and the prettiest woman she knew, inside and out. Who also just happened to be her siblings’ girlfriend, even if Jaxton was sleeping.
“I lucked out he had a very good life insurance policy.”
Or that she was turned the very same night her father died. If it came about again, the past repeated herself, she would do it all over again. That enormously frightening man saved her from something she would have regretted her entire …. Life? Even given this gift, she hadn't done much. But if she turned Maggie, she would do a world of difference for her life.
All good things must come to an end.
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Re: In the End. (Nevaeh.)
A few more bites would be taken of her meal as she listened to the woman across from her speak. She would nod her head when appropriate to let her know she was listening and paying attention. She too wasn’t really much of a conversationalist either. She had always been a bit on the reclusive side, though was finding she did enjoy the woman’s company. And the biggest plus, she served as a lovely distraction. If not for the kind stranger, she would probably still be sitting on the park bench in the cold, in a daze. She knew though that she needed to get over herself quickly. With so little time left, she couldn’t waste any of it by feeling sorry for herself. Instead she should see it as a blessing. Not many were given a date to get things in order by. Time was a gift and she had to use it to the best of her ability.
She continued the light conversation, surprise causing her to lift her gaze again as she heard the woman was living on an inheritance. She had heard about that type of thing before but never knew she would actually meet someone like that in person. How could she respond though? She was sure she had heard far too often that they were sorry for her loss or that it was a shame things had to turn out that way. And she couldn’t say it was nice to have the finances to fall back on because she knew herself that money was never worth the life lost to have it. She watched then as the woman dabbed at her lip, removing the access chocolate that had accumulated from her sip. She was about to mention to her that she had missed a bit, for she would want to be told the same if she was in the woman’s seat, but then her attention was stolen.
It was faint at first. It began with the sound of glass on glass, silverware on porcelain. It was soft, a purr or a buzz. Lowering her gaze, her brows knit together as she watched the liquid in their cups begin to ripple on their own and then a soft rumble was felt beneath her feet and in her seat. It escalated quickly. The items on the tables began to vibrate and shift as the rumbling grew stronger. The cup on the edge of the table fell, the porcelain shattering to send the hot liquid splattering across the floor and against their legs beneath the table. The floor shook as did the walls. On the other side of the room a picture fell, the glass shattering over the table though luckily it wasn’t currently being used. And then as quickly as it had had began, it ended just the same. Perfect stillness. There was no denying what had happened though. An earthquake.
Wide eyes stared across the table at her companion. She had heard about them becoming common the last couple years, yet she had still never experienced one first hand. Her hand lifted to her chest and she seemed almost bewildered. “Can you believe that just happened?” She asked, then watched as the waitress hurried over with wash cloths in hand. She apologized over and over for Mother Nature, neither she nor Maggie knowing that it was indeed most likely from a vampire rather than nature taking its natural course. She was asked then if anything needed replaced, but she declined and asked for the rest of her meal to be boxed up. She knew that some cleaning would be in order and didn’t want to be in the way. The waitress gave a nod, asked of the pair needed anything else and then moved to check with the next table.
“I’m sorry our time here has been cut short…” She wasn’t quite ready to say her goodbyes yet though. She lightly winced then, the hot chocolate that splattered beginning to soak through her slacks. She excused herself then and slid out of the booth. Being careful of the mess still upon the floor, she made her way to the restroom. She set her purse upon the edge of the counter and reached for a few paper towels to begin dabbing at the spots. They were difficult to make out for they were only a shade darker than the already black pants. The scorched liquid had lightly burned her but luckily most had missed. Actually, Nevaeh had probably been burned worse… She lightly frowned, hoping the other girl was okay. She continued to treat her legs however, rolling the pants upwards to wipe at her legs beneath and to better see the damage done. It wasn’t too bad.
Rising then, she folded the brown paper and tossed it into the trash before returning to her purse. Reaching inside, she pulled out a tube of chap stick. Popping off the lid, she began to apply the tube to her lips, dragging the wax from side to side as she began to smell the mint. Her gaze caught her reflection then as she plopped the lid back on to then discard again within her purse. She pursed her lips, working them together to better spread the chap stick as she lightly critiqued her reflection. She was pretty, though there were things she would love to change. Little things. Grabbing another paper owl as she turned the faucet on low, she began to clean up beneath her eyes. Had she known her makeup had bled a bit she probably wouldn’t have agreed to go into the café. The biggest thing she seen about her was that she appeared tired, which was understandable. A good night or two of rest could probably fix the light circles beneath her dark eyes. She lightly smiled at her reflection then lowered her gaze to her purse. Her gaze held there, knowing her phone was there. One more person she thought of calling but wasn’t sure she wanted to speak to him again. She had made a fool of herself in front of him but he said she could talk to him if she needed to… Right now she preferred the company of Neveah though. She wondered if maybe the girl wouldn’t mind seeing her again or possibly even coming to her place tonight so they could talk more. She didn’t want to be alone tonight though she knew it was inevitable.
She continued the light conversation, surprise causing her to lift her gaze again as she heard the woman was living on an inheritance. She had heard about that type of thing before but never knew she would actually meet someone like that in person. How could she respond though? She was sure she had heard far too often that they were sorry for her loss or that it was a shame things had to turn out that way. And she couldn’t say it was nice to have the finances to fall back on because she knew herself that money was never worth the life lost to have it. She watched then as the woman dabbed at her lip, removing the access chocolate that had accumulated from her sip. She was about to mention to her that she had missed a bit, for she would want to be told the same if she was in the woman’s seat, but then her attention was stolen.
It was faint at first. It began with the sound of glass on glass, silverware on porcelain. It was soft, a purr or a buzz. Lowering her gaze, her brows knit together as she watched the liquid in their cups begin to ripple on their own and then a soft rumble was felt beneath her feet and in her seat. It escalated quickly. The items on the tables began to vibrate and shift as the rumbling grew stronger. The cup on the edge of the table fell, the porcelain shattering to send the hot liquid splattering across the floor and against their legs beneath the table. The floor shook as did the walls. On the other side of the room a picture fell, the glass shattering over the table though luckily it wasn’t currently being used. And then as quickly as it had had began, it ended just the same. Perfect stillness. There was no denying what had happened though. An earthquake.
Wide eyes stared across the table at her companion. She had heard about them becoming common the last couple years, yet she had still never experienced one first hand. Her hand lifted to her chest and she seemed almost bewildered. “Can you believe that just happened?” She asked, then watched as the waitress hurried over with wash cloths in hand. She apologized over and over for Mother Nature, neither she nor Maggie knowing that it was indeed most likely from a vampire rather than nature taking its natural course. She was asked then if anything needed replaced, but she declined and asked for the rest of her meal to be boxed up. She knew that some cleaning would be in order and didn’t want to be in the way. The waitress gave a nod, asked of the pair needed anything else and then moved to check with the next table.
“I’m sorry our time here has been cut short…” She wasn’t quite ready to say her goodbyes yet though. She lightly winced then, the hot chocolate that splattered beginning to soak through her slacks. She excused herself then and slid out of the booth. Being careful of the mess still upon the floor, she made her way to the restroom. She set her purse upon the edge of the counter and reached for a few paper towels to begin dabbing at the spots. They were difficult to make out for they were only a shade darker than the already black pants. The scorched liquid had lightly burned her but luckily most had missed. Actually, Nevaeh had probably been burned worse… She lightly frowned, hoping the other girl was okay. She continued to treat her legs however, rolling the pants upwards to wipe at her legs beneath and to better see the damage done. It wasn’t too bad.
Rising then, she folded the brown paper and tossed it into the trash before returning to her purse. Reaching inside, she pulled out a tube of chap stick. Popping off the lid, she began to apply the tube to her lips, dragging the wax from side to side as she began to smell the mint. Her gaze caught her reflection then as she plopped the lid back on to then discard again within her purse. She pursed her lips, working them together to better spread the chap stick as she lightly critiqued her reflection. She was pretty, though there were things she would love to change. Little things. Grabbing another paper owl as she turned the faucet on low, she began to clean up beneath her eyes. Had she known her makeup had bled a bit she probably wouldn’t have agreed to go into the café. The biggest thing she seen about her was that she appeared tired, which was understandable. A good night or two of rest could probably fix the light circles beneath her dark eyes. She lightly smiled at her reflection then lowered her gaze to her purse. Her gaze held there, knowing her phone was there. One more person she thought of calling but wasn’t sure she wanted to speak to him again. She had made a fool of herself in front of him but he said she could talk to him if she needed to… Right now she preferred the company of Neveah though. She wondered if maybe the girl wouldn’t mind seeing her again or possibly even coming to her place tonight so they could talk more. She didn’t want to be alone tonight though she knew it was inevitable.
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Re: In the End. (Nevaeh.)
Maggie ate a few bites here and there listening to her ramble on in the small talk, yet deep conversation. She didn’t know what else to do since this was not what she was suited best for. At home, about every night she was a bit of a shut in. She watched movies, any movie she could get her hands on. It was quiet and peaceful. She had her sire and the pretty lady she shared the apartment with. It was enough for her. Large crowds of people overwhelmed her, their thoughts mixed in with the voices was far too much to bear. It was easier to stay home then to endure the torture.
When it happened, it started out small. Minor rumblings of the floor that grew exponentially, the walls began to shake. The table moved under her hands. The cup she so gingerly laid at the edge of the table rattled off the edge to fall to the floor in a lovely display. The fluid hit the floor first, followed by the porcelain of the glass which became hundreds of pieces of shards flying in all directions. She could have caught it in a human heartbeat setting it back on the table without harm, but it would have given her away.
Instead of freaking out, causing a stir right here in the little café, she looked around the room. Her eyes scanning the people in the establishment, now that the mortals were leaving from the earthquake, she had a pretty decent view of who might have done it. Her eyes lingered on the other being that didn’t have a pulse beating in their veins. Instead of getting up to go introduce herself, she looked down at the growing cold of her leg. With a napkin, she dabbed up what she could, cursing that she would need to get some new clothes. But she wasn’t likely to want to return to the sewer dwelling apartment. Then it struck her how to get into Maggie’s place without seeming intentional. It was almost brilliant.
"No Nevaeh, it's genius"[/i]
The voice told her. A little encouragement never hurt anyone. So far, so good. Things were going smoothly, a bit improvised since she didn't know what she was doing, but all in all good.
"You're doing good girl. Keep on focus."
The voices came back after Maggie left the room. It was a sign that they fled from her while Maggie was around. She once thought it might be her own loneliness creeping in on her, but that would mean she was crazy. She hadn't been crazy before being turned herself, so why would her mind break after being turned. Besides, her kind of vampire kin was suppose to hear voices from what she was told.
While she waited for Maggie to return, the barista had come over with another cup of the minty hot cocoa for her. She smiled, thanking her quietly but inquired if the warm chocolate could be put into a to go cup, insisting on paying for both cups since it was nature, not their fault, for knocking the cup over. After getting the bill, she paid for their orders, Maggie’s and her own as she promised. When Maggie did return from the bathroom, she looked over to the woman.
“No, that is the strangest thing. I have been here almost all my life and these little earthquakes are something I will never get use to. I know it happens so infrequently. It’s still the strangest thing. Did you know we are not near a plate shifting to cause them. I guess the scientific theories are blown!”
She wondered for a moment, but when Maggie started to say goodbye, the hesitation brought her mind back to the idea she had. It was a perfect reason. Just as setting the cup to the edge of the table purposely, making it look accidental. Instead of her being a klutz the other vampire had taken care of that for her. Now it was time to see if the plan might work to get Maggie away from the crowd, into somewhere private and personal, to give her the gift of life.
“This may sound strange but might you have use of a washer and dryer at your apartment? You see, I borrowed my roommate’s pants. I would very much like her not to know, even by accident, they became covered in the hot chocolate. And … taking pants off in a public place like a laundry mat would make…”
She left the words fall silent as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat to show the discomfort of how a display of public nudity would make her. It wasn’t far from the truth, seeing as she never would take her clothes off in that type of place. But, the lie was that Raina wouldn’t care if she brought the clothes back with something spilled on them. She wouldn’t even require an explanation. She was pretty sweet; the clothes would not only be washed, but hung back up in the closet without so much as an argument or question. That was Raina for you; sooner or later she would have to get Raina out on the town.
Once she turned Maggie, she would want Raina to meet her. It would be nice to have a childe, even if she didn’t know the first clue about one. The last time it was too late to save her father. But at least she could give this woman back her life, somewhat. Years! Many, many years to come but, then she wouldn’t be known to the people who knew her before. Do you die to live or take the few short months of living to die? Now that was a question only Maggie could answer, and one she would have to answer tonight.
When it happened, it started out small. Minor rumblings of the floor that grew exponentially, the walls began to shake. The table moved under her hands. The cup she so gingerly laid at the edge of the table rattled off the edge to fall to the floor in a lovely display. The fluid hit the floor first, followed by the porcelain of the glass which became hundreds of pieces of shards flying in all directions. She could have caught it in a human heartbeat setting it back on the table without harm, but it would have given her away.
Instead of freaking out, causing a stir right here in the little café, she looked around the room. Her eyes scanning the people in the establishment, now that the mortals were leaving from the earthquake, she had a pretty decent view of who might have done it. Her eyes lingered on the other being that didn’t have a pulse beating in their veins. Instead of getting up to go introduce herself, she looked down at the growing cold of her leg. With a napkin, she dabbed up what she could, cursing that she would need to get some new clothes. But she wasn’t likely to want to return to the sewer dwelling apartment. Then it struck her how to get into Maggie’s place without seeming intentional. It was almost brilliant.
"No Nevaeh, it's genius"[/i]
The voice told her. A little encouragement never hurt anyone. So far, so good. Things were going smoothly, a bit improvised since she didn't know what she was doing, but all in all good.
"You're doing good girl. Keep on focus."
The voices came back after Maggie left the room. It was a sign that they fled from her while Maggie was around. She once thought it might be her own loneliness creeping in on her, but that would mean she was crazy. She hadn't been crazy before being turned herself, so why would her mind break after being turned. Besides, her kind of vampire kin was suppose to hear voices from what she was told.
While she waited for Maggie to return, the barista had come over with another cup of the minty hot cocoa for her. She smiled, thanking her quietly but inquired if the warm chocolate could be put into a to go cup, insisting on paying for both cups since it was nature, not their fault, for knocking the cup over. After getting the bill, she paid for their orders, Maggie’s and her own as she promised. When Maggie did return from the bathroom, she looked over to the woman.
“No, that is the strangest thing. I have been here almost all my life and these little earthquakes are something I will never get use to. I know it happens so infrequently. It’s still the strangest thing. Did you know we are not near a plate shifting to cause them. I guess the scientific theories are blown!”
She wondered for a moment, but when Maggie started to say goodbye, the hesitation brought her mind back to the idea she had. It was a perfect reason. Just as setting the cup to the edge of the table purposely, making it look accidental. Instead of her being a klutz the other vampire had taken care of that for her. Now it was time to see if the plan might work to get Maggie away from the crowd, into somewhere private and personal, to give her the gift of life.
“This may sound strange but might you have use of a washer and dryer at your apartment? You see, I borrowed my roommate’s pants. I would very much like her not to know, even by accident, they became covered in the hot chocolate. And … taking pants off in a public place like a laundry mat would make…”
She left the words fall silent as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat to show the discomfort of how a display of public nudity would make her. It wasn’t far from the truth, seeing as she never would take her clothes off in that type of place. But, the lie was that Raina wouldn’t care if she brought the clothes back with something spilled on them. She wouldn’t even require an explanation. She was pretty sweet; the clothes would not only be washed, but hung back up in the closet without so much as an argument or question. That was Raina for you; sooner or later she would have to get Raina out on the town.
Once she turned Maggie, she would want Raina to meet her. It would be nice to have a childe, even if she didn’t know the first clue about one. The last time it was too late to save her father. But at least she could give this woman back her life, somewhat. Years! Many, many years to come but, then she wouldn’t be known to the people who knew her before. Do you die to live or take the few short months of living to die? Now that was a question only Maggie could answer, and one she would have to answer tonight.
All good things must come to an end.
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Re: In the End. (Nevaeh.)
As the woman returned from the bathroom, she still hadn’t decided if she wanted to end the night with her new found friend yet or not. After pondering, she decided the girl was quite saccharine but it would be strange to invite her home just so she herself wouldn’t be lonely. She had bought her dinner after all. She shouldn’t feel obligated to spend more time with her after all. So stepping from the restroom, carefully making a game of avoiding the bits of debris and spills upon the floor, she maneuvered her way back to Nevaeh. She would begin to say goodbye to the woman but was hindered.
Her gaze was drawn downwards over the female’s jeans as she fed her the story about not wishing to return her pants in the state they were in. Not to say that Maggie was overly naive or gullible, she felt her story was genuine. And for what reason would she have to not trust her? From the beginning she had been nothing more than sincere and kind. A smile would be given as the woman looked down at the other, her face bobbing lightly in agreement.
“Of course you may, Nevaeh. I have a washer and dryer in my apartment. I think an elderly couple lived there previously and they had been given approval to have them installed while there. And luckily I don’t live too far away.” And to that she was grateful for she could feel her stomach acting up again. She closed her eyes a moment before dismissing the pain with a smile and collected her boxed meal from the table with her coat which she pulled on and began to lead Nevaeh out once everything had been taken care of with the receipt.
She was quiet as she walked home with her new friend. Nevaeh seemed quiet and shy like her and she didn’t feel the need to fill in the silence while with her. With some she did for the silence felt more awkward. She enjoyed silence however. It was peaceful and allowed for one to delve deeper into their own thoughts. She pondered over the earthquake then and what Nevaeh had said about it. She too had lived in the city all her life and the earthquakes were definitely strange. As well as other things. Her mind thought back to her evening with Caspar. They had witnessed a woman being hurt on the dock, and though there was blood at her throat and she had appeared to be bitten, there were no wounds. Other things seemed strange as well. The way people sometimes woke up dazed and confused in places they had no memory of going, hordes of insects at times… All in all, strange things had been occurring in their fair city.
She mentioned these out loud, asking her walking partner what she thought about some of the more odd changes in the city they had both grown up in. She was interested in hearing what she had to say, finding her thoughts to be honest. Besides, the sound of her voice now in the darkest of the night would be comforting. She had grown weary of walking the darkened streets at night, ever since witnessing a crime first-hand. It had been frightening for her.
Soon enough they reached her apartment. She let her into the building and then climbed the first story to then step to the third door on her left. Every door was the same but Maggie had a small decoration upon hers to tell it apart from the other. It was a simple wreath set with berries and pinecone. She unlocked and opened the door then once she had fished out her keys from her purse. She then flicked the light on so they could both see. The first noticeable thing would be the scent. As soon as the door was opened they were met with the fragrance of warm cinnamon with notes of pumpkin and nut meg. Pumpkin pie. A small wax melter with the fragranced wax set within it was right next to the door and had been turned on before she left so that it would welcome her home.
Beyond the fragrance, her apartment was a bit on the smaller side but was meant for only one person really. The walls were a light creamy white and little hung on the walls aside from a large painting set on the opposing wall for it was large and nothing really set against it. The painting wasn’t comprised of just one canvas however, but five. Each was thinner, about eight inches wide while being two feet high. Each had only a one or two inch gap between, staying evenly spaced. And across the set of canvases was a nude tree, set on the left with its branches reaching towards the right. In the center was a small river and the background was set in warm autumn hues, contrasting against the lone tree in the foreground. Then to the right the background grew even darker for what seemed to be a city in darkness. It was a depiction of a later evening, the sun hanging low in the sky to be close to dipping beneath the horizon.
“Here is the bathroom and across is the laundry room, though I think it was mainly just for the water heater and to be a utility closet. It’s a tight squeeze but I think you can handle it much better than me.” She laughed softly and showed the girl where the detergent and dryer sheets were. “If you wait a moment, I will toss a few things in with it to make a full load.” She locked the door out of habit and then moved towards her bedroom, dropping off the left over food from the café in the kitchen. In the Bedroom, the walls were a dark gray while at the window and on her bed were dressings with a creamy background housing spring tulips in turquoise, soft red and mustard yellow with sage green leaves and small purple flowers as accents. The colors worked together with the cream and seemed to be a print from a water-color painting. She shrugged out of her coat then and hung it up in her closet before unbuttoning her pants to remove them once she had slipped out of her shoes. She placed the pair in the laundry basket and pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms depicting simple plaid in red, white and pink. She then replaced her sweater with a simple tank top which was red to match the bottoms. She looked through her clothes, knowing she had nothing to fit the smaller girl.
“I may have a shirt you could wear while you wait…” Any of her shirts would be longer on her and would be rather baggy, but it was only Maggie who would see. She had hefted the basket upwards and carried it to the small laundry room. “I can do the load if you want to make yourself at home. I can make up something to drink if you would like.” She wasn’t used to having guests but it didn’t mean she couldn’t be a good hostess. She began to sort through her clothes then to add to the girl’s jeans. There was no possible way for the pair to be lost or confused with any of her things. She probably couldn’t fit the garment on even one leg.
The rest of her apartment would be a bit plain as well. The kitchen would be set with warm autumn colors, sunflowers being the main focal point and her living room held only a loveseat, a large cozy chair with a foot stool before it and a coffee table that had a few magazines lying at its center. There was no television or computer seen anywhere, but one wall contained a large bookcase filled with cook books, books based on interior design, novels, ect.
Her gaze was drawn downwards over the female’s jeans as she fed her the story about not wishing to return her pants in the state they were in. Not to say that Maggie was overly naive or gullible, she felt her story was genuine. And for what reason would she have to not trust her? From the beginning she had been nothing more than sincere and kind. A smile would be given as the woman looked down at the other, her face bobbing lightly in agreement.
“Of course you may, Nevaeh. I have a washer and dryer in my apartment. I think an elderly couple lived there previously and they had been given approval to have them installed while there. And luckily I don’t live too far away.” And to that she was grateful for she could feel her stomach acting up again. She closed her eyes a moment before dismissing the pain with a smile and collected her boxed meal from the table with her coat which she pulled on and began to lead Nevaeh out once everything had been taken care of with the receipt.
She was quiet as she walked home with her new friend. Nevaeh seemed quiet and shy like her and she didn’t feel the need to fill in the silence while with her. With some she did for the silence felt more awkward. She enjoyed silence however. It was peaceful and allowed for one to delve deeper into their own thoughts. She pondered over the earthquake then and what Nevaeh had said about it. She too had lived in the city all her life and the earthquakes were definitely strange. As well as other things. Her mind thought back to her evening with Caspar. They had witnessed a woman being hurt on the dock, and though there was blood at her throat and she had appeared to be bitten, there were no wounds. Other things seemed strange as well. The way people sometimes woke up dazed and confused in places they had no memory of going, hordes of insects at times… All in all, strange things had been occurring in their fair city.
She mentioned these out loud, asking her walking partner what she thought about some of the more odd changes in the city they had both grown up in. She was interested in hearing what she had to say, finding her thoughts to be honest. Besides, the sound of her voice now in the darkest of the night would be comforting. She had grown weary of walking the darkened streets at night, ever since witnessing a crime first-hand. It had been frightening for her.
Soon enough they reached her apartment. She let her into the building and then climbed the first story to then step to the third door on her left. Every door was the same but Maggie had a small decoration upon hers to tell it apart from the other. It was a simple wreath set with berries and pinecone. She unlocked and opened the door then once she had fished out her keys from her purse. She then flicked the light on so they could both see. The first noticeable thing would be the scent. As soon as the door was opened they were met with the fragrance of warm cinnamon with notes of pumpkin and nut meg. Pumpkin pie. A small wax melter with the fragranced wax set within it was right next to the door and had been turned on before she left so that it would welcome her home.
Beyond the fragrance, her apartment was a bit on the smaller side but was meant for only one person really. The walls were a light creamy white and little hung on the walls aside from a large painting set on the opposing wall for it was large and nothing really set against it. The painting wasn’t comprised of just one canvas however, but five. Each was thinner, about eight inches wide while being two feet high. Each had only a one or two inch gap between, staying evenly spaced. And across the set of canvases was a nude tree, set on the left with its branches reaching towards the right. In the center was a small river and the background was set in warm autumn hues, contrasting against the lone tree in the foreground. Then to the right the background grew even darker for what seemed to be a city in darkness. It was a depiction of a later evening, the sun hanging low in the sky to be close to dipping beneath the horizon.
“Here is the bathroom and across is the laundry room, though I think it was mainly just for the water heater and to be a utility closet. It’s a tight squeeze but I think you can handle it much better than me.” She laughed softly and showed the girl where the detergent and dryer sheets were. “If you wait a moment, I will toss a few things in with it to make a full load.” She locked the door out of habit and then moved towards her bedroom, dropping off the left over food from the café in the kitchen. In the Bedroom, the walls were a dark gray while at the window and on her bed were dressings with a creamy background housing spring tulips in turquoise, soft red and mustard yellow with sage green leaves and small purple flowers as accents. The colors worked together with the cream and seemed to be a print from a water-color painting. She shrugged out of her coat then and hung it up in her closet before unbuttoning her pants to remove them once she had slipped out of her shoes. She placed the pair in the laundry basket and pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms depicting simple plaid in red, white and pink. She then replaced her sweater with a simple tank top which was red to match the bottoms. She looked through her clothes, knowing she had nothing to fit the smaller girl.
“I may have a shirt you could wear while you wait…” Any of her shirts would be longer on her and would be rather baggy, but it was only Maggie who would see. She had hefted the basket upwards and carried it to the small laundry room. “I can do the load if you want to make yourself at home. I can make up something to drink if you would like.” She wasn’t used to having guests but it didn’t mean she couldn’t be a good hostess. She began to sort through her clothes then to add to the girl’s jeans. There was no possible way for the pair to be lost or confused with any of her things. She probably couldn’t fit the garment on even one leg.
The rest of her apartment would be a bit plain as well. The kitchen would be set with warm autumn colors, sunflowers being the main focal point and her living room held only a loveseat, a large cozy chair with a foot stool before it and a coffee table that had a few magazines lying at its center. There was no television or computer seen anywhere, but one wall contained a large bookcase filled with cook books, books based on interior design, novels, ect.
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Re: In the End. (Nevaeh.)
Nevaeh was glad Maggie agreed to let her come to the apartment she had. The hot chocolate on her leg didn’t bother her as much as she presented because she was use to being covered in Zombie bits and pieces from the Quarantine Zone. During the nights, she travelled the sewers feeding on rats, or headed to the farm for some chickens. On very rare occasion she might find a secluded area biting a human, but those days were few and far between. From there on the lithe thin woman went to hunt zombies and frenzied zombies. She was still learning the city, siring was not going to be high on the priority list until she met this woman who walked with her.
It had been easy to keep pace beside the semi taller woman. As Nevaeh stood a reasonable five foot six inches, she wasn’t much shorter then Maggie. If anything, she met Maggie’s chin but for a female, she was a reasonable size to reach high shelved items. It saved her from needing a man in her life, because she never wanted a man to be there for or with her. There had never been an attraction to men, most frightened her in ways she could never begin to describe, yet she would stand toe to toe with them and not back down if she knew she was in the right.
Her attention turned to Maggie as they walked keeping the stream of small talk going. She wasn’t certain as to how to get this woman to agree to this, but in the end it was going to be her choice. It almost faltered her steps when Maggie began to talk of the strange events happening in the city. How people became disoriented, how the woman on the dock looked to be bitten but showed no visible wound. What could Nevaeh reply? Oh that is just vampires, which was not the most reasonable answer. She kept silent as to what it was for now; Maggie would soon find that out on her own. Instead she nodded only offering the simple words, “Strange things occur in every city, a trick of the mind. People see and believe what they want too.”
When they entered the apartment, in the confines of the walls and finally out of public view she relaxed. It was almost visible as to how the tension fled from her. Her shoulders slumped down, her stance slumped forward some. Without hesitation, because she never had doubts about her body or anyone else’s besides men’s, she began to strip the pants off. Everybody was beautiful to her. Maggie didn’t know how beautiful hers was, she could tell. If anything she wanted Maggie to know, not in that I am attracted to you sort of way but to give the woman more confidence and see herself as she seen her. There wasn’t fat or skinny to Nevaeh. It was a different shape. Maggie had plumper breast and a larger back side. This was astoundingly marvelous in form; it was not fat at all but very healthy. She wished she had the nerve to say it openly to her but she had forever or will have forever to express it to her.
Looking around the apartment, it had a classic charm. It was elegant in the minimalist type of way. It wasn’t over crowded or clustered. The apartment looked comfortable and cozy, but most of all clean. She gathered the clothes she took off, into her arms and followed Maggie to where she said the washer would be. The space was confined but she fit just fine into it. “A shirt would be great.” The shirt she had on didn’t cover too much past her waistline. If Maggie was as self conscience as Nevaeh thought she was, she would nitpick the differences in their bodies until she grew upset over them. Nevaeh couldn’t begin to tell her how gorgeous she was having the curves she lacked.
When Maggie returned with the shirt, Nevaeh pulled it over her head without a second thought. It wasn’t that much bigger. Jaxton’s shirts hung on her and Raina like tents. He was much larger then Maggie, broader in the shoulders and thicker chest. So this was not unusual for her to wear larger clothes, she was right at home in them. “Maggie, I want to help you. The best way I know how to help you. Please believe me when I say this.. I do know of a cure.” She began to lay it out on the table.
“But if this cure came with a price, would you be able to handle it? The price not accountable in money, or any form of wealth but something more personal. What if you had to give up everything known in this life?” Nevaeh looked down at her hands examining them. Her nails were clean and free of any debris under the beds. It looked strange to her. “I want to help save your life but it would mean replacing it with another, new life entirely.” She tried to explain it the best she could without saying the word vampire.
“Would you take that offer up? Save yourself the pain of having to wither away from the cancer? I seen my father go through it and never want to see another go through that. What you said on the bench really touched me,” She concluded looking back to the woman. Before she turned her, she wanted the answer to the one important question that was yet unsaid, do you want to die? But Nevaeh knew there was more than one way to die and Maggie would get answers to many of the questions she had this evening. All the answers Nevaeh knew and could not speak of, like the earthquake that happened while they sat at the café.
“Please finish your meal, and the hot cocoa. I grabbed the extra for you.” Let her eat one last meal; enjoy the taste of the food. After tonight, she might not get that chance again. If she did eat, there would be puking up every last bit of the food taken into the body with no taste to the food. Nevaeh could eat anything in the world, including the worst tasting foods but none of it would have any flavor. All the appeal to eating was lost so why bother, especially when it lead to puking it right back up. Then people would think she was bulimic. Something she didn’t need to deal with. She figured out how to make people think she ate when she had to, which was not very often. ‘No wonder you are so thin, you eat like a bird.’ She wanted to explain that birds ate a lot for their small size but it was not why. This was something she would explain later, or perhaps there would be no need to explain it. Maggie seemed intelligent enough she would pick it up.
It had been easy to keep pace beside the semi taller woman. As Nevaeh stood a reasonable five foot six inches, she wasn’t much shorter then Maggie. If anything, she met Maggie’s chin but for a female, she was a reasonable size to reach high shelved items. It saved her from needing a man in her life, because she never wanted a man to be there for or with her. There had never been an attraction to men, most frightened her in ways she could never begin to describe, yet she would stand toe to toe with them and not back down if she knew she was in the right.
Her attention turned to Maggie as they walked keeping the stream of small talk going. She wasn’t certain as to how to get this woman to agree to this, but in the end it was going to be her choice. It almost faltered her steps when Maggie began to talk of the strange events happening in the city. How people became disoriented, how the woman on the dock looked to be bitten but showed no visible wound. What could Nevaeh reply? Oh that is just vampires, which was not the most reasonable answer. She kept silent as to what it was for now; Maggie would soon find that out on her own. Instead she nodded only offering the simple words, “Strange things occur in every city, a trick of the mind. People see and believe what they want too.”
When they entered the apartment, in the confines of the walls and finally out of public view she relaxed. It was almost visible as to how the tension fled from her. Her shoulders slumped down, her stance slumped forward some. Without hesitation, because she never had doubts about her body or anyone else’s besides men’s, she began to strip the pants off. Everybody was beautiful to her. Maggie didn’t know how beautiful hers was, she could tell. If anything she wanted Maggie to know, not in that I am attracted to you sort of way but to give the woman more confidence and see herself as she seen her. There wasn’t fat or skinny to Nevaeh. It was a different shape. Maggie had plumper breast and a larger back side. This was astoundingly marvelous in form; it was not fat at all but very healthy. She wished she had the nerve to say it openly to her but she had forever or will have forever to express it to her.
Looking around the apartment, it had a classic charm. It was elegant in the minimalist type of way. It wasn’t over crowded or clustered. The apartment looked comfortable and cozy, but most of all clean. She gathered the clothes she took off, into her arms and followed Maggie to where she said the washer would be. The space was confined but she fit just fine into it. “A shirt would be great.” The shirt she had on didn’t cover too much past her waistline. If Maggie was as self conscience as Nevaeh thought she was, she would nitpick the differences in their bodies until she grew upset over them. Nevaeh couldn’t begin to tell her how gorgeous she was having the curves she lacked.
When Maggie returned with the shirt, Nevaeh pulled it over her head without a second thought. It wasn’t that much bigger. Jaxton’s shirts hung on her and Raina like tents. He was much larger then Maggie, broader in the shoulders and thicker chest. So this was not unusual for her to wear larger clothes, she was right at home in them. “Maggie, I want to help you. The best way I know how to help you. Please believe me when I say this.. I do know of a cure.” She began to lay it out on the table.
“But if this cure came with a price, would you be able to handle it? The price not accountable in money, or any form of wealth but something more personal. What if you had to give up everything known in this life?” Nevaeh looked down at her hands examining them. Her nails were clean and free of any debris under the beds. It looked strange to her. “I want to help save your life but it would mean replacing it with another, new life entirely.” She tried to explain it the best she could without saying the word vampire.
“Would you take that offer up? Save yourself the pain of having to wither away from the cancer? I seen my father go through it and never want to see another go through that. What you said on the bench really touched me,” She concluded looking back to the woman. Before she turned her, she wanted the answer to the one important question that was yet unsaid, do you want to die? But Nevaeh knew there was more than one way to die and Maggie would get answers to many of the questions she had this evening. All the answers Nevaeh knew and could not speak of, like the earthquake that happened while they sat at the café.
“Please finish your meal, and the hot cocoa. I grabbed the extra for you.” Let her eat one last meal; enjoy the taste of the food. After tonight, she might not get that chance again. If she did eat, there would be puking up every last bit of the food taken into the body with no taste to the food. Nevaeh could eat anything in the world, including the worst tasting foods but none of it would have any flavor. All the appeal to eating was lost so why bother, especially when it lead to puking it right back up. Then people would think she was bulimic. Something she didn’t need to deal with. She figured out how to make people think she ate when she had to, which was not very often. ‘No wonder you are so thin, you eat like a bird.’ She wanted to explain that birds ate a lot for their small size but it was not why. This was something she would explain later, or perhaps there would be no need to explain it. Maggie seemed intelligent enough she would pick it up.
All good things must come to an end.