Beauty In The Blood Moon

Backlash

Making a plan was the easiest part, but executing it was my biggest concern. Not only was I terrible actor, but I also became extremely self-conscious in heated situations. There was this inner demon whispering to me that I was going to be the biggest failure ever. No, but I won't listen to that. It's probably some sick version of Zeke trying to make me give up. As far as I'm concerned, Zeke can go suck it. 

I make my way to the coffee shop, praying to whatever god can hear me that I am not spotted by hawk-eyes himself. Creeping up behind the z4, I make sure the trunk is still  unlocked. Zeke may be a good hunter, and a decent leader sometimes, but he sure was stupid when it came to locking the car. Peering from my left to my right, I grabbed a random set of clothes and made my way into the coffee shop. Peering through the windowed door as I stepped inside, I noticed a dark haired man casually leaning against the counter, deep in conversation with an unsuspecting soul of a regular girl. I pray for her sanity after this is over. 

As if I am a fly on the wall, I buzz into the Ladies restroom. A few tweaking, a new set of clothes, and my plan is soon set into motion. 

Oh how I praise Zeke's fashion sense. Usually, I'd be inclined to smack him for choosing something so provocative, but it doesn't surprise me in the slightest. He's picked on my own style since we were children. I guess t-shirts and jeans just aren't enough for his pretentious self. 

Glancing in the mirror of the women's washroom just before I make my way, I note the long wavy brown hair of Amanda, the UCLA student I had just recently acquired. Her physique, thankfully, wasn't much different than my, save for the shoe size and height difference, but with a few compromises, I was set to go. Zeke had so generously picked out a skin-tight navy blue dress, and it so generously matched my pair of heels Zeke somehow managed to get from my house. He probably managed this the same night he wrecked my car. Jerk. But I will get him back for that. 

Swiftly opening the door, I made sure there was a definite click to every step I took. Feigning innocence as I turned a corner to the coffee shop dining room, my new eyes connected to the pair still deep in conversation. A sudden gasp escaping my mouth, the pair turn in my direction. Show Time! 

"Oh my god! Zeke, how could you?!" As my theatrics heighten, so does my voice. Zeke's expression in the next few moments turn from confusion to recognition to complete and utter horror. 

I see his lips slightly part as a curse escapes his mouth. So far, so good. One foot in front of the other, and my new body makes its way towards the hopeless man. Next to us, the girl behind the counter is utterly confused, and whatever people minding their own business in the dining room, are now nosily prying their eyes into my deliberate drama case. I think one man even started to record the scene. Perfect. 

As my eyes make their way up to Zeke's face (I did get shorter, even in my heels), I notice a slight gleam of fear, but more than that, confusion. Just as I anticipated. "I cannot believe this. Not once, but twice? You're unbelievable."  Accusing eyes stare into his obsidian orbs, bringing them back into a state of horror.

"Twice?" The girl from behind the counter shares Zeke's expression of horror. But before she can swing her own palm, my own new hand connects with his cheek, and a loud crack erupts through the room. Fingers latch onto one of his ears, and before the newly formed crowd can bat a single eyelash, I drag Zeke out the door, brown hair flying.

"Ow, ow, OW! Let go of me, woman!" I hear him scream as I continue on my path back to the car. I'm glad I finished when I did, because staying in this form as Amanda, it was depleting my energy. I detached my hand from the side of his head, giving him another swift slap just in case anyone inside were still watching. A glare from beneath his disheveled hair never managed to budge my confidence though. 

"Get in the car." I patiently wait, staring the man down as he listens to my orders for once. Shockingly, he abides, opening the polished door to the gleaming z4. As soon he was inside the car, I made my way to the passenger side of the car, making sure to slam the door hard to feign anger once again. 

As soon as we made it out of the parking lot, I let my body rest and transform back into my own body. As soon as the burning subsided from my core, a slight dripping came from my nose, and when my fingers met my skin, red transferred onto my fingers. 

"You overdid it, Hania. Jeez, I was just having an innocent conversation, and if you hadn't interfered, I might have gotten you a coffee, too." Here he goes, always being the good guy.

"Well if you actually managed to ask me, you'd know I hate coffee anyway." My retort received no significant reaction from him, but his silence suggest my point was made. 

"Well, at least my morning was filled with pretty ladies." I could feel his smirk, knowing his eyes never left the road. 

Not only did he just insult my own face, I knew he made reference to the clothes I was still wearing. "Eww, please don't leave horrifying pictures in my mind, thanks." I didn't want to imagine him liking me, even if it were actually Amanda's body. Obviously he was joking, but still, my mind involuntarily wanders to unpleasant thoughts. 

"Aw, come on. You still look smoking hot." Now he just wanted me to suffer.

"Ugh, just focus on the road, you perv." I roll my eyes, moving closer to the window, realizing just as Zeke had said earlier. I did overdo it. I was so tired, my eye lids became heavy, and I slept once more inside the car.