THE FORGIVEN BITE

Chapter 25 - She Is No One To Me

~Chapter 25 - She Is No One To Me~

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Miles away...

Edinburgh - Scotland.

11:50 PM

I zipped my sweatshirt and pulled over the hood. Slipping my hands in the sweatshirt’s pockets, I moved through the busy High Street. Night was freaking cold ruling out the fact that this is the time when Edinburgh is usually warm. But people seemed to enjoy it regardless. Royal Mile is known as the busiest tourist street in Old Town and true to its words, it was buzzing with people even this late.

The hangover of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe seemed to be still holding its effect on the people here- most of who were the tourists who fled down to enjoy the finale celebration.

I passed the Royal Mile Whiskies and then my feet stopped momentarily in the front of the J & D Store. Hardly any lady must have been unaware of this shop and their amazing shoe collections. I awed the displayed items and let out a sigh of longing. A job of waitress in a cafe didn’t earn me enough to own one of them; especially that studded black one with a silver bow and five inches high glass-heels. Besides being trendy, it could have definitely come useful to kick some ass.

I brushed my hand on the glass and that was when I saw the time.

The door will get close in five minutes!

 I couldn’t waste my time staring at the shoes. I backed away and resumed my walk. I passed many popular shops on my way. I saw movements under the dim lights inside The Royal Mile Tavern, probably enjoying the last performance of the live music for the night.

I kept walking through the street, partly illuminated by the streetlights and partly by the glowing lights of the shops, pubs and hotels.

Few feet ahead a Volvo B7TL skidded to a stop. A group of punks got off the bus, cursing, banging their hand on the bus door, a treat for the driver for dropping them. They were drunk obviously.

“Yo, baby. Wanna grind it tonight?” One of them slurred as I passed the group. He had a lot of piercings, like lot. Most of them were wearing a studded jacket over a t-shirt. Names of rock bands and obscene words were painted on their t-shirt in graffiti artwork. Almost all of them were sporting their favorite crewcut-hairstyle. He was drinking some light brown liquid from the bottle in his hand. The smell was strong enough to make me recoil.

I laughed lightly and shook my head at him. Passing him, I went further to the end of the street. I was used to such comments and learned the better ways of ignoring them.  Our lives had no match but we were the part of one world where living a low profile life was necessity. Drawing attentions wasn’t going to gain us any advantage. History was the evidence.

Crossing few more streets, I let out a sigh of relief when I finally reached my destination. There I turned inside an alley, went further down and stopped in front of Raven’s Grove. The tall building stood proudly as a bearer of secrets which it had been keeping untouched for years.

I looked around in the deserted alley and after confirming I was alone, I spoke the words, “Twinkle toes.”

I chuckled lightly, remembering the incredulous look everyone gave when I passed the code. Even I had no idea why I chose these non-magical words. I just knew that I loved it. I loved its pronunciation, the flow of the words, the way tongue rolled when I said ‘Twinkle Toes’- a word that belonged to the human world.

I stood impatiently for magic to work. I glanced again at the watch.

One minute left... Please don’t tell me the door closed before the time!