The Long Thirst (Eve)

[MARGARET ROSE]

Gently the music soothed her. It was an old casette tape from an extremely old vehicle that Margaret couldn't even identify but it brought her piece. Bought it for barely a hundred dollars off some girl looking to get out of the small town and find something new and exciting for her life. Margaret felt rather bitter towards her only because she had what the girl might call an exciting life but she wasn't happy or enjoying it.

The seat's were worn down but the leather was black and custom made with intricate patterns with gold and silver stitching. It would be bizarre to anyone else but Margaret enjoyed observing human behaviors and since antigues were her thing anything old was fascinating to her. The old revealed what the new would do. It was like Mark Twain always said, "History doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme". Words close to her heart and soul. If she still had a soul now after becoming what she was.

More stitching around the car, the paint job was old and rather dull with scratches and bangs all around the bumper. The girl or whoever had owned his before her had mistreated this car greatly. It wouldn't last many years but Margaret hadn't bought it to drive but merely look at and use her skills from her greatest love- her work- to help her figure out all the facts.

The parking lot was empty. That was why Margaret had dragged the old rusted thing here to watch and the 60's music blasting out of it was meant to warn people to stay away. Well, maybe not warn them as much as annoy them. It was loud, and obnoxious for the most part but Margaret didn't care or have favorites when it came to artistic expression.

She pulled her hair back with pins and managed to tame it back into a messy bun, clipping her bangs back and out of her face as she went around the front part of the car. Lot of work but she could possibly take the valuable parts off or make some article about it. Margaret sat on the ground, pursing her lips. Nobody cared about an old car. The only reason she did was because it was her hobby- one that distinctly kept her from most humans.

[EVE DE LUCA]

It was early in the morning—nearing four o' clock to be precise—the sky a deep navy, and the moon casting its pearly glow down onto the seemingly deserted parking lot. Eve sat hidden in the shadows, keeping out of sight for the most part. Its original owners had abandoned the building the parking lot belonged to, and she thought it would be a decent enough spot to get some much-needed peace and quiet on the home front. She did not leave the confines of her home a lot; however, she did flee Jacob’s watchful eye once in a while, needing to get away from it all. The young woman dared not to go outside during the day, loads of people milling about the neighborhood and Eve not trusting herself to be surrounded by so many humans at once; not to mention, she got a pretty nice sunburn when exposed to the sun's golden rays for too long. She hated nothing more than being confined to the darkness, missing what the light had to offer, but she tried not to dwell on what she could not have anymore. There was not one thing she could do to change who and what she now was, therefore she had to make the best out of her transformation, hoping there was a positive aspect to being converted against her will, in order to uplift her spirits. Besides, it did no good to mope around for century upon century. She decided to pickup additional hobbies, learning to do things she had never had the time to teach herself before. After all, she did have an eternity.

Eve desperately struggled to separate herself from her nest mates, clinging to her humanity. All she ever wanted was to be an ordinary woman and a normal human being making meets end on this planet she called home. She had aspired to conclude her studies, become a doctor, make her father proud, fall in love, marry, and have children, and she had been deprived of each and every one of her dreams no matter how silly they were; the majority of her ambitions destroyed the moment they were created. Eve had hated medical school with a passion, at the moment she greatly missed her classes. Sure, it had always been her father's fantasy and not her own, but at least she had once had a goal to work towards. Currently, she had so much time on her hands she did not even know what to do with herself anymore. The drastic change in lifestyle overwhelmed her to the point she could not focus of anything, spending her days staring at a blank page in a notebook; yes, she wanted to write, except the words did flow as freely as they formerly had, which merely frustrated her further. Jacob had a lot of books—some very old, others recently purchased—and she had taken to reading whatever it was she picked up off the shelf that day instead. Most of the novels she would have never read normally, although now she wanted to retreat to such a world, pretending for just a little while that she were an average person. She was always disappointed when she did finish reading, reality washing over her and unceremoniously sweeping her off her feet yet again.

Though this time it was music that drew her from her reverie, completely unexpected and frightening her to no end. The book fell from her lap as she rose, peering into the depths of the parking lot from her hiding place. She set eyes on the vehicle responsible for the ruckus, watching the woman who got out of the front seat and walked around the worn out automobile. Eve was amazed someone other than herself had showed up in this specific parking lot so early in the morning. The last couple of times she had been here it was quiet—not a soul in sight. She observed the stranger from afar, wondering what had brought this particular individual here of all places, however there was no way she was going out there to find out. At least that was what she had believed until the paper that had been precariously tucked between the pages of the discarded novel blew across the pavement. Bringing it with her was a foolish decision, but she always kept it on her person, usually folded into her pocket. Not prepared to lose it, Eve gave chase. It was the only thing she had from her father—the only thing connecting her to her old life. The only thing that meant something to her.

[MARGARET ROSE]

Margaret had to back away from the car to examine it and realized that this project was much more of a undertaking than she had initially expected. There were parts where it was rusted beyond repair it seemed. She wasn’t an expert in cars, just in most antiques, but she could already tell this was over her head. To fix it up completely the young vampire would have to get the services of some car company or another antique specialist but that would require actually dealing with more humans. For tonight Margaret was just going to have to deal with this problem by ignoring it and focusing on something else she could fix up. The inside was beat up but maybe with a bit of work tonight…

Noises. There were a few different sounds that got her attention and immediately Margaret turned the music down. It kept most people away but someone or something had interrupted her peace and was in the area. Company never made her happy. It always depressed her to be so solitary but Margaret knew that to keep herself and others safe it was best she didn’t socialize that much. She kept quiet, paused and waiting for any more signs of life out there. She crouched lower to the ground for a moment, eyes narrowed and gazing out along the parking lot. There was nobody.

There were papers coming towards her and Margaret stood, confused and a bit taken a back. After the wind gave out for a moment it settled at her feet and she picked them up to examine what they were. Before she could get a good look at them the noise of frantic footsteps startled her enough that she glanced up and saw a woman with blond hair. Not a human. She had tensed before realizing her movements and how quick they were did not fit the norm of a human. Was she after these papers? “A-are t-these yours?” Margaret asked when the other woman was close enough, holding out the papers as if to placate the stranger.