07-29-2014, 04:59 PM
Zoya stood next to Ayden while the children finally made their way into their home. Breathing a sigh of relief, she nodded at her companion before following in the direction of the coffee shop. She had asked about the side effects, and Ayden delivered. The explanation, confirmed her initial suspicion that Zoya had already known what the redhead had first referred to. The symptoms were all too familiar.
She did her best to return the woman’s smile, but her stomach was still in knots. “Yeah, there is a coffee shop around here. I doubt it’s too busy at the moment.”
Coffee sounded it good, and it would likely help her regain her nerves. Ayden was friendly, and willing to speak to her about all this, and for that Zoya was grateful. Had she not seen what had occurred that evening with her own eyes, Zoya would have never believed it. Yet, it was still difficult to let herself accept it. “This will take some time to get used to. I like the idea of using this thing to help others, but it is still surreal.”
The shop’s light’s glowed ahead of them. The large windows along the street allowed the light to spill out onto the sidewalk. As they approached, a couple made their way out of the establishment. The man held the door open while the woman laughed softly and walked outside. The door closed behind them and the couple continued on further down the street away from Zoya and Ayden. In that particular moment, Zoya envied their lightheartedness and apparent lack of preoccupations.
“Earlier you said that if I don’t get a handle of this I could end up like many of others. What exactly happens us? We don’t turn purple or grow fangs, right?”
It was a light hearted attempt to mask her worry over the answer, but Zoya couldn’t help but shudder as the image of the beast she’d encountered flashed through her head. Could she possibly turn into one of those things?
She did her best to return the woman’s smile, but her stomach was still in knots. “Yeah, there is a coffee shop around here. I doubt it’s too busy at the moment.”
Coffee sounded it good, and it would likely help her regain her nerves. Ayden was friendly, and willing to speak to her about all this, and for that Zoya was grateful. Had she not seen what had occurred that evening with her own eyes, Zoya would have never believed it. Yet, it was still difficult to let herself accept it. “This will take some time to get used to. I like the idea of using this thing to help others, but it is still surreal.”
The shop’s light’s glowed ahead of them. The large windows along the street allowed the light to spill out onto the sidewalk. As they approached, a couple made their way out of the establishment. The man held the door open while the woman laughed softly and walked outside. The door closed behind them and the couple continued on further down the street away from Zoya and Ayden. In that particular moment, Zoya envied their lightheartedness and apparent lack of preoccupations.
“Earlier you said that if I don’t get a handle of this I could end up like many of others. What exactly happens us? We don’t turn purple or grow fangs, right?”
It was a light hearted attempt to mask her worry over the answer, but Zoya couldn’t help but shudder as the image of the beast she’d encountered flashed through her head. Could she possibly turn into one of those things?