It was a Friday evening, when Doc spotted the new face and body that Kaelyn would inhabit and make her own. It had taken him quite a few hours before he spotted the perfect one. There had been quite a few toads, before he found his princess. But he wasn’t going jump the gun, he had been here before, and had to scratch one after another off his list.
The first one he had tentatively picked out, had a laugh like a hyena. There was no way in hell, he was going to endure that laugh for eternity. The next one he picked out, was perfect until he saw her feet. Her toes looked like gnarly talons, that even a gargoyle would recoil from. The third one, looked like a keeper as well. He had melted into the shadows in order to follow her back to her dorm room. He had been successful in following her all the way back, and even into the her room. Her room was neat and girly. He was feeling more and more sure this was the one, until the girl shed her top. The girl was a mother. He could by the stretch marks on her stomach. There were so many stretch marks across her abdomen, he could use it as a road map from Harper Rock to Downtown Detroit. And as if the ‘road map’ of stretch marks weren’t enough, she had inverted nipples. That was the last thing a seventeen year old, wanting the perfect body, would be happy with. Muttering ‘****’, he slipped back out of the dorm, uncaring that he had just freaked the girl out.
Finding Chubchub the ‘perfect’ body was harder than he had expected. But he had made a promise, and **** him if he was going to stick her with any old random body. She was paranoid enough about not having her own face, that the least little imperfection the body had, could result in wailing and sobbing. And it would all be his fault. Because he was a member of Tytonidae and her.. he twitched..’Papi’. He would be the one to pay. So the body, from the hair to the face to the hands to her body, had to be perfect. And Doc was now on a mission. Over the next several hours, he felt he had dismissed the entire female populace of the university. Too tall. Too fat. Too skinny. Too ugly. Too much of a slut. **** him if he was going to pick a face that the entire football team had a go with.
Time was fleeing. The way he had it figured, she would be due out and headed back to the morgue in less than two hours. He needed a pristine body. Pristine and pretty. Pristine, pretty and one that he felt ‘zero’ desire for. Having spent the early morning hours slipping in and out of dorm rooms looking for the right girl, he had totally overlooked library. He knew he had overlooked it when, out of one of the dorm room windows he saw a petite brunette exit the library with one of the University Security guards, who was on duty to see to the coed safely to their dorms. He grinned. He needed to check out the library.
The library was still open. It was nearly 2 am, and the doors weren’t even locked. He would send the Dean a note. After all, his Catherine took classes here. She should be safe while he was paying for her education. Slipping between the stacks, he saw her. Dressed modestly, but nicely. Her hair looked like spun gold. He skirted around the room to get a look at her face. Just as he was about to get a good look, she received a text. Her eyes glimmered with delight, as she giggled impishly upon reading her text. She was adorable. And best of all, he felt zero sexual attraction for her.
Moving back amid the stacks, he moved back into position behind her. Withdrawing a syringe, he primed it and waited. He waited while she packed her books, tucked her phone securely away in her purse. He waited until she stood and bent down to pick up a dropped writing utensil. The needle slid effortlessly into her neck, as he depressed the plunger. She went over his shoulder, as he collected her books and handbag, then he tomed.
Upon reaching Eyrie, Doc carried his package to the elevator and hummed along with the ‘Girl from Ipanema’ as he he waited for his floor. As the doors opened he stepped out as Micah waited to enter. Micah looked at Doc, then at the blonde, and evenly asked, “Date Night?” Doc sighed and carried on to his hut.
Once inside his hut, he dropped the purse and books, and carried the girl to the bathroom. He dispassionately stripped her and set her in the bathtub. He knew the morgue routine. Before all bodies were cleared for release to the mortuary or family, they had to be cleaned. There could be no chance for contamination by releasing an unclean body to the public. The morgue used the same antiseptic soap he favored. For once luck was on his side. The scent was unique. The morgue staff would unzip, smell, recognize and rezip. The less work they had to do during a shift, the better. Doc glanced at watch, it was going to be tight.
Forty minutes later, Doc was striding out of the Wickbridge transit station with a large ammo duffle bag. Inside the bag? Chubchub’s new body, redressed and pristine, as he promised her. He had to disguise it. He couldn't very well trudge across town with a corpse in a body bag, could he? No. Why an ammo bag? Because most people tended to recognize them and took you for being military. Yes he was old for military, but his ammo bag had seen quite a bit of wear and tear. He carried it with effortless ease, thanks to his vampiric strength. So most people would presume it was laundry. Especially how he was dressed, in hospital scrubs.
A short hike later, he was entering the morgue. Nodding to Eric, it was Eric’s signal he needed to go on break for a while. While Eric was gone, Doc slid open a drawer and put Chubchub’s body in it. Once Eric returned, Doc slipped him several hundred dollars, and told him to remain scarce for a while, that he would cover. Once Doc was sure Eric was gone, He fade walked, located Kaelyn and gave her the pertinent information she would need to claim her ‘new’ body. He then exited the fade, to make sure no one would interrupt the baby as she came back to the city.
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