Eureka licked her lips. She was still hungry. She still hadn’t had a chance to feed. Maybe she was hangry. Hungry and angry. But then, she focused on her inner self—she wasn’t angry. As if all her anger had fled her system the night that she’d killed that customer in the grocery store. That had been the peak of her anger; an anger that had been brewing her entire life.
Yes, her entire life.
Regardless of what the men were talking about, Eureka’s focus was steadfast upon the other woman. She who had a history of being laughed at and ridiculed. The redhead’s head canted to the side as she considered. What would be better? To be laughed at and ridiculed or to be so plain and dull as to be forgotten, never looked at or acknowledged? Like a non-thing. And then treated like a drone, someone who only served and who never deserved an ounce of common kindness.
She didn’t mention it, of course. Eureka harboured no bitterness. The past was the past and it was no more. That life and that dull girl may as well be dead. They may as well have died on that rooftop where Chad had birthed this Eureka. This girl who had no problems being alone, but nor did she have any problems around other people, either.
Though, Niklaus was right. She was causing trouble. Maybe she wasn’t so good around other people. But she didn’t quite care. She was having fun. She was observing. She was learning. Like a child with the entire world in front of her, and new horizons to reach for. Terribly curious and completely oblivious to any lasting harm that she might be causing.
Deirdre and Nikolae slipped away to head, determined, down the street. Something about Rogues, and that temple that they had mentioned earlier. Nikolae seemed angry. Deirdre was eager to please. Eureka tilted her head backward to look up at Niklaus. Still curious. She took a couple of steps away from the larger man and the pleasing effect of his fingers messing with her hair—glancing between him and the others who were getting further away with each passing minute.
”What are Rogues?” she asked.
And then, as a quiet addendum:
”…I don’t have my weapons with me…” disappointment coloured her tone. She really liked her weapons. The ones that Niklaus had given to her.
Yes, her entire life.
Regardless of what the men were talking about, Eureka’s focus was steadfast upon the other woman. She who had a history of being laughed at and ridiculed. The redhead’s head canted to the side as she considered. What would be better? To be laughed at and ridiculed or to be so plain and dull as to be forgotten, never looked at or acknowledged? Like a non-thing. And then treated like a drone, someone who only served and who never deserved an ounce of common kindness.
She didn’t mention it, of course. Eureka harboured no bitterness. The past was the past and it was no more. That life and that dull girl may as well be dead. They may as well have died on that rooftop where Chad had birthed this Eureka. This girl who had no problems being alone, but nor did she have any problems around other people, either.
Though, Niklaus was right. She was causing trouble. Maybe she wasn’t so good around other people. But she didn’t quite care. She was having fun. She was observing. She was learning. Like a child with the entire world in front of her, and new horizons to reach for. Terribly curious and completely oblivious to any lasting harm that she might be causing.
Deirdre and Nikolae slipped away to head, determined, down the street. Something about Rogues, and that temple that they had mentioned earlier. Nikolae seemed angry. Deirdre was eager to please. Eureka tilted her head backward to look up at Niklaus. Still curious. She took a couple of steps away from the larger man and the pleasing effect of his fingers messing with her hair—glancing between him and the others who were getting further away with each passing minute.
”What are Rogues?” she asked.
And then, as a quiet addendum:
”…I don’t have my weapons with me…” disappointment coloured her tone. She really liked her weapons. The ones that Niklaus had given to her.
