PennySaver
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"A Vampire's History of the World"
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Claudia huddled in the cold behind a smelly dumpster near the termination of a dead end alley, listening to the fading footsteps of the four men who had been chasing her through the dark of the city. She was trembling and weak; it had been nearly a month since she'd fed, and her beyond human characteristics had weakened to the point that at the moment she was more vulnerable than most regular girls who were the age she appeared, which many thought might be 19 or 20; she could feel down deep that her near-immortality had also ceased to be a factor and that -- again like most females and males, too -- she was aging at the normal rate that the Gods had determined for the planet's dominant species.
She needed to feed; that was a gimme. She hated to feed; that was a fact as well.
Once she no longer heard the footsteps, Claudia stood and made her way to the mouth of the alley to study her surroundings. She had gotten turned around while being chased -- again, lacking her exceptional skills -- and could barely tell north from south, let alone know how to get back to the Squat in which she'd been living for several months. She chose a direction, found a road sign that identified the proper direction, and walked with purpose into the night.
Reaching a corner several blocks later, Claudia realized that she'd come upon The Garment. It was an old neighborhood that, once upon a time, had been the center of Boston's now nearly extinct garment district. These days, the old buildings were either being demolished and replaced or renovated with new wiring plumbing, fire protection, and other dictated improvements.
Across the street was a little café that closed its door in a few minutes. It had been an unusually warm night, and the owner or hostess or whoever the worker there was had only begun bringing in the chairs and taking down the umbrellas of the tables that were chained down in place. There was a couple drinking hot drinks and sitting close together, likely lovers; a man sat alone at the table nearest the little fence encircling the sitting area. Claudia's stomach rolled over, reminding her that she actually suffered from two forms of nutritional hunger while mere humans suffered only one.
Claudia noticed a table in front of the man that hadn't yet been cleared of its plates and glasses. Trying to look casual and unhurried, she crossed the street and walked up to the railing. She smiled politely to the man as he looked up from his book, and when he returned to his reading, she quickly snatched the half eaten scone. She turned her back to the man, not wanting him -- or the distant shop hostess either -- seeing her scarfing down the first real food she'd had in four days.
When she was done with the pastry, Claudia looked over her shoulder and found the man staring at her over his book. She didn't smile this time but just stared him down until his interest failed once again. Now she noticed on a table further into the patio with most of a half of a sandwich and some chips. The hostess had noticed Claudia and was watching her. Claudia turned her back and lifted her hand to her temple as if she was using a cell phone which, of course, didn't exist.
When the hostess became occupied with someone inside the shop, Claudia literally leaped over the short metal fence -- not a beyond human skill but one most people could accomplish -- and hurried over to snatch up the sandwich. The hostess caught her, though, and hollered, "Hey! Want me to call the cops?"
Claudia hesitated, staring at the woman, then snatched up and began eating the sandwich rebelliously. The hostess glared at her but otherwise did nothing about the theft of an abandoned sandwich. Claudia shot the now-departing lovebirds a glare when they did the same to her, then looked to the reading man for his reaction to it all. When she'd stuffed the remains of the food in her mouth, Claudia once again leaped the fence and walked down the block.
A few minutes later, the man with the book also departed the café and was heading for either the nearby carpark or the equally near stop for what would be the last train of the night.
"That's wrong, ya know," a female voice said meekly from the shadows, startling the man. A moment later Claudia stepped out just far enough to let a street lamp light her up. Her arms were clutched about her torso protectively; she had the look of a tweaker is desperate need of a fix. She pointed to the historical book he'd been reading, telling him with a hesitant tone, "I know that book. The author … he was wrong. When he says that the reorganization of the Civil Constitution of the Clergy in 1790 was, in part, responsible for the civil war..."
She hesitated a moment, tightening her grip on her body. "That wasn't it at all."
She studied the man for a moment, then asked, "Can you help me, please. I … I'm lost, and I don't know … I don't have any place to sleep."