mynameiscassie: (discomfort)
Cassie █████ ([personal profile] mynameiscassie) wrote2016-12-27 05:18 pm
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[ for Baz ]

I stopped going out much after the vampires took me. It was weird to think that something like that existed, but I guess, if aliens existed, why couldn't vampires?

But it was getting to where I needed groceries, and I couldn't just keep asking Miles to run my errands for me. And it was time for Christmas shopping, too. I'd had my list ready all month and still hadn't gotten anything off it.

So, I took a long shower, dressed in my morphing suit — I needed a new one — and pulled on jeans and a tee shirt, then looped a scarf around my neck to hide the new scar.

I had a couple of scars that hadn't morphed away, and I knew this one wouldn't, either. I hadn't morphed in time to heal the bite. It would be a constant reminder that I'd been stupid, and careless, and almost died.

Once I was sure the scar was hidden, I put my jacket on, grabbed my things, and headed out the door.

I went clothes shopping first. A new morphing outfit was priority. My leotard was torn and the blood wasn't coming out in the wash. So I picked up some bike shorts and a tight fitting racer back tank top.

Then, it was to the grocery store. I felt paranoid. I felt like I was being followed around. Like a vampire was going to jump out at me at any time.

I felt my heartbeat quicken and stopped on my way to the supermarket. I leaned against a building, breathing. Just breathe, Cassie. It was all over. I just needed to stay calm.
sidestepdestiny: (doubt)

[personal profile] sidestepdestiny 2016-12-31 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
I'm on my way to the grocery store to pick up what I need to make Simon a Christmas morning breakfast, and a dinner for us and a guest or two. Which now includes a lion, and snakes knows how many cuts of steak that thing can eat. I change the amount on the list on my mobile from two to five, save it and glance up. When I do I notice a girl huddled against the wall. I can hear her breathing from here, and Simon must really be rubbing off on me, because I ask, "Are you alright?"