Just A Victim

Just A Victim Part 21

HARUKI rode the vehicle where her body was. She sat at the back seat, observing her as well as the driver. She crossed her arms against her chest and glanced at the window. They were not in Kura City anymore. Wherever they are, she had no idea about it. All she know is that they were in a sub-urban place. Small houses and commercial establishments with only two floors are there.

She noticed that the driver kept on glancing at the rear view mirror. Did he just saw her? She mouthed a ‘hi’ to him but he didn't even react. Guess he just felt her presence which is not a good sign.

Finally, after almost an hour of ride, the vehicle stopped. The two got off the ride and so she did, too. She noticed that the driver still glance at the back seat even if she already moved away. She didn't help but gaze at the seat. To her surprise, the spot she sat at sunk. So that’s why he kept on glancing there, she thought. She decided not to sit there again. She’ll just sit above the vehicle. Besides, she can't feel the heat of the sun or the cool breeze of the wind.

“Why?” her body asked.

“Huh? Ah… Nothing.” The man answered. She sighed. Good thing he ignored that!

The two went inside a café. It was a French based café where waitresses seemed like maids and waiters seemed like butlers. She followed the two as a café staff assisted them to their table. There’s a group of musicians: two played the violin, one on the piano, one on the saxophone and one on the microphone as the singer. She stood by their side, observing.

“Voici votrer menu, mademoiselle, monsieur.” the waitress said as she gave them the menu. “Here is your menu, miss, sir.”

“Merci.” Holton said. “Thank you”

Haruki just blinked. She had no idea what they’re talking about.

“So what do you want to order?” he asked her.

She glanced at the menu. She’s not even familiar in any of the food. “Uhmm… What would you suggest?” she asked. She did not know what to order.

He glanced at the waitress and asked “Quelle est la specialite de votre du?” “What is your café’s specialty?”

“Roti de fromage francais chevres, Feijoa Sorbet, Chocolat Glace, Quail Ballotine et au Marget de Canard Poele, monsieur.” “Roasted French Goats Cheese, Feijoa Sorbet, Frozen Chocolate, Quail Ballotine and Seared Duck Breast, sir.”

He nodded and smiled.” Je veux avoir tous ceux.” “I want to have all those.”

“Ok. Souhaitez-vous un peu de vin en attendant?” “Okay. Would you like some wine while waiting?”

“Oui, sil vous plait.” He smiled. “Yes, please.”

Few minutes later, a waiter carrying a bottle of wine arrived. “Bonjour, mademoiselle, monsieur.” he greeted as he placed two glasses on their table. He opened the bottle and pour a quarter glass of wine for them. He placed the bottle on their table then bowed before them and left.

Haruki’s body held a glass and just stare at it.

“Aren’t you gonna drink it?” he asked. He already drank some.

“What’s this? This isn’t blood, right?” Customers who heard it snapped their heads to her direction. Suspicion filled their eyes.

Holton turned his gaze to them and smiled to her. “Of course not! It just looked like blood but actually it’s a red wine.”

“Ahh…”

“I guess you still have a trauma from that accident…”

“Huh?” she gazed at him with a questioning look in her eyes.

‘Just say yes,’ he mouthed with a pleading look.

“Yeah…”

“You’ll get over it soon.” He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. He’s just pretending that she was traumatized from an accident. You’ll never know. People might be thinking that they really were drinking blood.

Because of what he said, the customers get back to their own business. He was relieved. But Haruki’s soul wasn’t. She gritted her teeth. He made her body drink blood? He made her a monster! How could he! She better get her body back sooner before it turn other people into monsters, too.

to be continued

Just A Victim written by JeanneferEscandor

All Rights Reserved.

2012

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