Page 16Getting Up

Normally I'd try to keep to the linear story as much as possible, in a combination of concentration and only writing at the end of the evening. Sometimes, however, things happen that are worth mentioning as soon as I start writing about the day. Of course, I wouldn't be me if I didn't try and make it sound as mysterious as possible. So, here goes: I've figured out what I want to try and do here, but it's something I never found myself thinking about.

And, with that said, let's begin like normal.

Waking up in a strange room that smelled like odd tea, some herbs and stuffy pillows had it's bad sides. But it was absolute heaven compared to sleeping underground or on solid concrete. The room was almost fully dark with only a smidgen of light creeping in under the door from the light-bulbs near the stairway. So, this was a safe room. But it only did for tonight. I wouldn't want to bother anyone for any longer than needed. I unbolted the door and was half-surprised not to find Esmeralda waiting like a tiger ready to pounce, on the other side.

I took my diary with me as I headed downstairs and went into the cafe area. It was a bold choice, apparently. I was immediately greeted by a few people with generic his and hellos. Esmeralda was there and noticed me as soon as I'd done one step inside. She walked towards me, hugged me and kissed me on my lips.

Without tongue, though it still surprised me somewhat.

"Good evening, sleepyhead. Did you really sleep all day?"

I smiled. "Yes, I did. Hey, sorry to begin with a question, but do you know where to buy some simple clothes?"

She blinked but shrugged. "Sure, there's some stores open in town, but don't you want to eat first?"

Oh, I didn't think of that. "No, I feel like a walk first."

"Oh okay", she smiled. "Can I join you?"

I thought about this. "Well, I'd like to explore the city for a bit first, if you can just point me in the right way I'll see you later tonight."

She did look a little disappointed at this. I felt guitly but since I had to feed, I didn't want her there.

"Are you sure you'll be alright?"

I smiled. "I'm able to take care of myself." I winked playfully.

She nodded. "Alright. Anyway, the inner city with all the shops and cafes is fairly small. Just walk back the way we walked last night and head towards the ocean for the shops. They have the more expensive locations, naturally."

"Thanks, I'm sure I"ll find it."

"You sure you don't want to eat something first? You're looking a little pale."

I giggled. "That's normal for me when I just woke up. Don't worry about it."

She shrugged and waved."See you later then!"

"Bye!"

With that I left the building and only glanced back to see her getting back to a group of people. They all looked a little odd. And with odd I mean a little bit like a hippie or something. My knowledge in that area was severely limited, of course, but they fulfilled most of the stereo types. Bright colorful clothing, slightly ragged. Tendency towards herbs and drugs and very open towards sexuality.

No, I'm not blushing while I write this.

Okay, so maybe I am.

Anyway, the stores were indeed easily found and though I felt the thirst strongly, I decided to go clothes and bag-shopping first, and worry about blood later, Well... It was partly to try and see if I could tame the feral beast inside me a little. Not that I thought I would be completely successful at this, but I really wanted to have some better clothes. Something that was a little less slutty and/or attention grabbing.

The shops were not very crowded, despite this being a Thursday evening, but I didn't mind at all. It took me a while to find a clothes shop that actually looked attractive to me. I didn't want to have too expensive clothes, but I didn't want to look like a slob either. When I finally found a clothes shop that looked interesting enough to venture into, I saw a reflection of myself in the mirror that was put behind the mannequins.

Was that really me?

My hair had turned from it's somewhat frizzy brown into a nice, flowing dark brown that adorned my face and shoulders beautifully. My eyes, sharp and blue-green, appeared to glitter from the inside and my lips, though pale, were very pretty. My nose was fairly normal and unobtrusive, but still pretty by association with the rest of my face.

At first I truly thought I was looking at a photograph of someone else. But of course with every movement of my eyes, the girl in the mirror moved hers. And my body... Despite the clothes not doing it justice, though they were more form-fitting than I was used to, I only noticed now that I had become a beautiful woman. Though I hadn't aged, my face still keeping it's youthful looks, staying unerground had made my body mature ever so slightly and very, very beautifully.

I was jealous of myself. I though. 'I want to look like that.' and then realized foolishly that it was me I was looking at. All of this made me more certain that I wanted clothes I not only felt good in, but looked good in too. I needed some help with that though.

Maybe the girl in the store could help me.

It's that Amy mostly writes somewhere secluded, but I'd wonder if anyone saw her while she was blushing. It is quite the lovely sight.