Dueces {every}
Posted: 18 Nov 2013, 01:16
One earbud secure in her left ear and the other hanging over her right shoulder, Cree tipped her head back and exhaled a line of smoke from parted lips. She didn’t know whether Dark Eden was a smoking or non-smoking establishment, but she figured her sire wouldn’t mind. Sangue were like that. Her family, if she dared use that word to describe her lineage, allowed for support and solitude, all at the same exact time.
When the cigarette turned to ash, she pulled it from between her lips and wiped the butt against the bottom of her left boot. Ruby red turned to grey and scattered along the wood floor. Taking the remnants of her cigarette between her index finger and her thumb, she pulled back and threw it at the table to her right. The couple occupying the table didn’t even notice the quick hiss as the Marlboro soared over the red candle and landed along the binding of an open textbook.
She tucked her hands beneath her thighs and shifted around on her seat. Parker was late. Parker was always late. She had warned the man to avoid empty roads and buildings, but he had been a snack for quite a few hungry vampires. He looked like a scene kid in the middle of a sea of businessmen, so it wasn’t much of a surprise. After all, his hairstyle and clothing had attracted her attention.
Closing her eyes, she moved her hands from beneath her thighs and rooted around in the pockets of her jeans. One hand brushed against the cool metal of a lighter, while the other handed brushed against the wrinkled plastic of a pack of cigarettes. She had smoked the last of her Marlboros, but she had a few Camels left. After that, she knew she had to scavenge to continue feeding her habit. She spent more time looking for cigarettes than looking for blood. With Parker, she had all the blood she needed.
Cree tucked her dirty blonde locks behind both her ears. Her fingers gripped the edges of the remaining earbud and she quickly plucked it from her ear, allowing the loud, garbled sounds of Nicki Minaj to fill the air surrounding her table. A few patrons were sending her nasty looks, but she made kissy faces until they turned away from her.
When the cigarette turned to ash, she pulled it from between her lips and wiped the butt against the bottom of her left boot. Ruby red turned to grey and scattered along the wood floor. Taking the remnants of her cigarette between her index finger and her thumb, she pulled back and threw it at the table to her right. The couple occupying the table didn’t even notice the quick hiss as the Marlboro soared over the red candle and landed along the binding of an open textbook.
She tucked her hands beneath her thighs and shifted around on her seat. Parker was late. Parker was always late. She had warned the man to avoid empty roads and buildings, but he had been a snack for quite a few hungry vampires. He looked like a scene kid in the middle of a sea of businessmen, so it wasn’t much of a surprise. After all, his hairstyle and clothing had attracted her attention.
Closing her eyes, she moved her hands from beneath her thighs and rooted around in the pockets of her jeans. One hand brushed against the cool metal of a lighter, while the other handed brushed against the wrinkled plastic of a pack of cigarettes. She had smoked the last of her Marlboros, but she had a few Camels left. After that, she knew she had to scavenge to continue feeding her habit. She spent more time looking for cigarettes than looking for blood. With Parker, she had all the blood she needed.
Cree tucked her dirty blonde locks behind both her ears. Her fingers gripped the edges of the remaining earbud and she quickly plucked it from her ear, allowing the loud, garbled sounds of Nicki Minaj to fill the air surrounding her table. A few patrons were sending her nasty looks, but she made kissy faces until they turned away from her.