Ginger's Heart 01: Body Heat [1st draft]

Chapter 07

A gargoyle, a fucking gargoyle, was her roommate. She hadn't even known they existed short of being ugly ass decorations on even creepier buildings, like this school. To be honest the gargoyle wasn't bad, a little flighty and hyper, but in the few hours she'd been with the girl Ginger could honestly say she could see her being friends with this one. For starters they didn't drink blood, well not human blood. According to Trina they really enjoyed pigeon blood and the meat. They even used the feathers for decorations so as not a bit of the bird goes to waste. Gargoyle morals and happenings were rather surprising and the first Sups Ginger actually questioned killing.

Ginger figured she ate birds too, like chicken, and turkey, potato-patoto, just in the perspective of how one looks at or says it. And who couldn't agree with the waste not want not concept? Gargoyles were like the vegans of the supernatural world, except for the whole meat thing. Ginger actually thought it was kind of cool in all honesty. Because of this feeling Ginger even managed to speak to her, something she'd only done begrudgingly before.

She'd plopped rather messily on the empty bed, thankfully, near a window, a great escape route that took away one of the many problems, the main one being they were on the fifth floor, she'd encountered. And talk about a heavenly fluffy mattress, she'd never had one so good! After sitting in her little slice of happiness she'd noticed the girl staring curiously at her and that along with her 'gargoyles aren't as bad' opinion, is what caused her to ask the question that sparked a large conversation.

"Do you like turn into stone and sit on top of buildings?"

Trina giggled and flipped her surprisingly healthy black, shoulder length hair behind her back. Her skin was a pale grayish brown that would almost allow her to pass as mixed, but if anyone looked close enough they would know she wasn't human. If it wasn't that then it would be the red tint to her hawk like black eyes.

"We don't really turn to stone, well most of us don't, only the really old ones. It's because they get so good and being still on the roofs. We go up there to think and eat of course. It's the wind. It lets us think. We do spend a lot of time up there if only because one bird isn't always enough too. And birds aren't so easy to catch if you're movin' about."

Ginger felt the tug of a smirk at the tiny accent that had started to show the more the gargoyle got interested in the conversation. "Is that a hint of an Irish accent?"

Trina smiled. "Most people don't catch it right away. I mean really an Irish gargoyle? Talk about weird, it is where I was born, but I've been in the states so long the accent is practically gone. Only appears when I get excited about things," her chubby cheeks actually turned a pinkish red as she blushed. "Usually happens when I talk about food."

Trina wasn't fat, in fact her body was slender and willowy like a ballet dancer, but her cheeks had that pudgy pixie, but well fed, look. Most humans who knew her were probably envious thinking she could eat whatever she wanted and still maintain her body shape.

"Ginger," Trina managed to pull her out of her thoughts. "I think we'll be great friends!"

The smile Ginger had on her face faltered and the twinge of guilt that followed was enough to make her want to lock herself in the bathroom. In her line of work this feeling could not only get her killed, but make her want to kill herself. No matter how she looked at it, she was a disgusting murderer. Unfortunately it was a job that needed to be done. She was damned, but she was damned so others wouldn't have to be. Just like Lucca. So she could pretend to be Trina's friend, to be everyone's friend.

"Yeah," she nodded half heartedly, telling herself once again that it would be just pretend.