Into the Light

Chapter One: "Good Morning!" "Shut Up."

"One double expresso," without looking at the person behind the counter, Larmina placed her bag harshly on it and began digging frustratedly around the brown leather bag for her wallet.

"Hey there doll face," the cashier said silkily and placed his hand on the ledge, leaning slightly on one arm, hoping to get her attention.

"Back off." Larmina finally looked up at the poor guy standing in front of her and growled at him. Yes, growled. Growled like an Alpha female, enraged at someone being in her territory. Like the roar of an avalanche in the might Himalaya's, or even the sound of an airplane ready for lift off.

Before I begin, you must know that Larmina is not someone you want to be friends with...you don't even want to be enemies with her! So let me begin by saying that she is a horrible, absolutely terrible creature, well that's what I'd like for you to know now at least. Note that I did not say human...Carry on.

The cashier stepped back, wide-eyed and slightly confused. He apparently thought that she would have given him a different expression. Maybe a wink, a giggle, or even a smile perhaps. I mean, the cashier did look handsome, he was in his late twenties with shaggy dirty-blonde hair and deep brown eyes. Not ugly though.

Larmina leaned forward, hissing into his face, without even the slightest thought about his appearance. She didn't have time for feelings; those that are good of course, she just needed her daily morning coffee. "Do I need to repeat myself? Did I not say it clearly?"

The poor cashier stammered, wanting to get this conversation over with as soon as possible. When someone puts you in your place, being the dominant of the two, the moment is automatically awkward. "I—um—yes ma'am, you did. You made it perfectly clear."

She hissed through her bleach-white teeth, "Then why the hell are you still standing here?"

"Right! Ma'am, you're uh—order will be in um..." he looked at his watch strapped to his wrist "approximately two minutes." He then pulled at his collar and was visibly sweating, she was obviously nailing him with a mallet.

She squinted her eyes and clenched her teeth together, clearly agitated at his, "normal," or what she would call it, "erratic," behavior. "Make it one or I will talk to your boss and you will be on the first train back to wherever the hell you came from..." Smirking, she looked deeply into his eyes, attacking his conscious and pulling out a piece of information. She smiled wickedly at the information from his life that she received. She leaned in to whisper, "Which is jail...from Tennessee."

His eyes widened at her discovery, Larmina had a sort-of superpower, since she isn't technically "human," but you'll see later on, exactly what. The cashier turned and ran to the kitchen, attempting to make her coffee personally just for the sake of his life. Larmina fished into her bag once more and finally pulled out her signature black wallet. She opened the clasp and slid out her credit card, staring blankly at the EDC machine. And believe it or not, she was counting down the minute.

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"I'm here, I'm here!" The cashier who's name was Dan came out of the pushable door, holding a double expresso in his hands.

"Good. You had one second left."

His face turned pale and he gave the coffee to the lady who just found out his biggest secret. "Th—that'll be t—two ninety nine."