After being attacked, professional call girl Raya and her sister Lana become a little less human. Though one sees this as a gift and an enhancement toward professional improvement, the other sees this as a curse.
On top of that, they're being toyed...
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"I'll see you later, okay? We can figure this out," Raya promised again as she turned into the parking lot of the library to drop Lana off at her car--at least, the car that should have been there.
"What the fuck?" Lana growled. "Could this day not get any worse? Wait here a minute."
Raya nodded, but Lana wasn't looking. She was already climbing out of the car. Raya could tell Lana was mad enough to spit fire just by the way she flung the door open and stomped the pavement.
"Don't eat anyone," Raya called after her.
Lana stopped, took a few deep, calming breaths, and carried on. Without even bothering to wipe the blood from her shoulder, she trotted straight into the library like she was above it all. She was not going to give them any satisfaction of knowing that losing the job actually broke her heart. Today she was a new person...literally.
She couldn't stop herself from slamming her hand on the counter like the snooty art guy had done to her the day before. They needed a stinking bell, but if they'd had one, Lana would probably have broken it. Her slaps weren't as girly as they once were -- not with the supernatural blood flowing through her veins. Cracks split in the thick wooden counter where she'd put the smack down, however, she was okay with that. She smiled smugly on the inside.
The chubby, firing, old librarian wondered out of her office with annoyance written all over her face.
"Lana, I thought I made it clear-"
"Shove it, old lady. Where's my car?" Lana demanded with hot blue flames burning in her eyes.
"It's towed, dear," the woman replied, seeming to lose her nerve at the sight of Lana, angry and bloody. "You know we don't allow people to park over night."
"I'm not just people! I gave you five years of my life. The least you could do was let me park my car here one damn night!" Her voice was echoing through the huge library causing people to glare up from their books and computer screens. Their anger at being disturbed soon waned the way Miss Richardson's anger had, and they were gaping at her in horror due to either her physical or mental state, or a combination of both.
Lana plowed on, "I gave you five years of my life, and it didn't mean a thing!"
That's what's wrong with people - humans, she thought, they don't appreciate anybody or anything, wouldn't even realize they have anything good or worth fighting for if it was right in front of them.
Miss Richardson glared at Lana and took tiny steps moving sideways to make her way to the phone as though a small child would if they were trying to sneak into the kitchen to steal a piece of cake.
"Hold it, chubby!" Lana spat, hopping over the counter in one swift leap and jerking the lady up into the air. Lana held her ex-boss there with ease - she might as well have been a mirror that Lana was looking into to see if she had anything in her teeth.
