Right after Cas had lost his temper Meg had made a phone call to some company that could fix windows or place new ones. And, well, someone had to let the men in, right? And someone had to keep an eye on the house while the owners were gone.
So, after the window was fixed and the men left, Meg had another tour in the house. So far she had only seen Daphne’s bedroom and aside from the book she was writing there was really nothing fascinating to find.
She walked up to the fridge, hoping to find some booze, but when she opened it and let her eyes go over its content all she could see, regarding liquids, was…
“Water. Yummy” Meg muttered. She slammed the fridge. She walked back to the kitchen and searched through the cupboards. Sure there must be cookies somewhere. Every normal had cookies in their houses. But then again, Daphne wasn’t exactly what you call normal.
No cookies.
“Damn, she really is Mother Teresa” Meg said, a little impressed.
She leaned against the dresser when her eye caught something. Apparently, in the action of the moment, Daphne had forgotten her purse. Meg stuck out her arm and pulled the bag to her. She opened it and threw the content on the dresser. A few boxes popped out.
She picked them up one by one and read what it was for. One was for depressions. One was for when you get hysterical. There were painkillers, but not normal ones, these were for complete agony. And then there were also pills for hallucinations.
“What the-”
She didn’t get to finish, because a police car stopped in front of the house and a woman commanded her to get out of the house, with her hands on her head.
So, after the window was fixed and the men left, Meg had another tour in the house. So far she had only seen Daphne’s bedroom and aside from the book she was writing there was really nothing fascinating to find.
She walked up to the fridge, hoping to find some booze, but when she opened it and let her eyes go over its content all she could see, regarding liquids, was…
“Water. Yummy” Meg muttered. She slammed the fridge. She walked back to the kitchen and searched through the cupboards. Sure there must be cookies somewhere. Every normal had cookies in their houses. But then again, Daphne wasn’t exactly what you call normal.
No cookies.
“Damn, she really is Mother Teresa” Meg said, a little impressed.
She leaned against the dresser when her eye caught something. Apparently, in the action of the moment, Daphne had forgotten her purse. Meg stuck out her arm and pulled the bag to her. She opened it and threw the content on the dresser. A few boxes popped out.
She picked them up one by one and read what it was for. One was for depressions. One was for when you get hysterical. There were painkillers, but not normal ones, these were for complete agony. And then there were also pills for hallucinations.
“What the-”
She didn’t get to finish, because a police car stopped in front of the house and a woman commanded her to get out of the house, with her hands on her head.
The sun fell on Amber’s face and she woke up by the heat of it. She rubbed her eyes, trying to orientate, as she saw a man sitting next to her. He looked familiar. As she tried to recall she felt an insistent pain in her neck. She lay her hand on it, to see what it was. “I bit you, that’s why you’re in pain” Stefan explained. Amber looked at him. “Who are you?” she asked, crawling backwards. Stefan reached out his hand. “I’m here to help you” he said softly. Amber shook her head. “No, stay away from me!” she said terrified. Stefan didn’t move an inch. “You need help. You’re in transition, it’s not a nice feeling if you don’t feed anytime soon. I bet you’re starving” he said. Amber shook her head heavily as her stomach rattled. “I’m going home” she said with a breaking voice. “Leave me alone!” She scribbled up and staggered away from Stefan.