Lunch and a Chat (Des)

[Cassandra Black]

On Sunday night, Cassie awoke before her eight o'clock alarm had gone off. The sun was still up. Oh, it was hours before she'd be meeting Des in New York, but Cassie needed to be prepared. The sun - oh, she loved the Sun. She opened her window, and stuck her arm out, letting it relax in the heat. Cassie sighed, then closed the window. She guessed another few minutes in bed wouldn't really hurt, especially when the sun was still up. Curled up in a tight ball, Cassie squeezed her eyes shut, to get the last of her forty winks before sun went down. She woke up again, noticing it was ten to eight. Ten minutes until her alarm went off, and she knew it was the time Des got up, from reading her diary that time ago. Cassie hurried to get changed, and scrubbed her teeth with her brush at the same time as putting her socks on, then tying the lace of her shoes, then rinsing her mouth. Every step was at the same time as the one before. Eventually, Cassie stepped out the door.

A few humans were scattered around, shopping a bit. Cassie felt immediately comfy in this company. Cassie was used to being around vampires, but nothing was better than the relaxing company of humans. Cassie greeted some as she went along, then reached the best restaurant in New York. As she walked into the elegantly posh restaurant, she seated herself at a table, arranging the hem of her dress and checking over her make-up. Cassie barely ever wore make-up, but she wasn't going to disgrace the restaurant by being un-posh, if that was even a word.

[Desdaemona Richardson]

Des woke up when her alarm went off, and raced to get into the dress code for the restaurant. She hoped Cassie hadn't read her diary entry. Now was not the time. She got onto a bus instead of walking. Des liked short strolls, but the distance from the coven to the restaurant was about a Des-mile. And Des-miles, or Desmiles, were long roads.

Des clasped her manicured nails on her fingers tightly around the yellow bar, smelling the blood she was so tempted to. No, Des, was what she thought to herself. With Cassie it was horrid enough, and nobody else would receive that treatment. Des folded her arms, sitting on the seat which a lady had left, and a man. Another lady sat next to her, and an old woman prodded Des with her walking stick.

"May I take this seat?" she asked. Des moved, but she glared with her red eyes at the old woman, who looked freaked out by her eyes. Des made through the rest of the bus journey, then hopped off on her stop. She used her power of running fast to get to the restaurant.

"Cassie!" she breathed as she reached the inside. She seated herself opposite her human friend, then reached inside her handbag, and got her phone, switching it on and checking her texts. There was one, from her human 'friend', Lily. She was saying about how she was suffering from a disastrous date, and needed her to calm her down.

Des texted back 'I'm busy, soz xxx' then switched off her phone, and glanced back to Cassie, wanting to make conversation, but she wasn't making the first move.

[Cassandra Black]

"Cassie!"

The young servant cried out, but then smiled. She always somehow felt comfortable in Des’s company, even before she turned good. Cassie wasn’t sure if it was some way of sensing the future, or something darker involving Des’s powers, but she had that mystical feeling. Edging closer towards the elegant table with a white cloth draped over it, Cassie looked up at the fledgling, her eyes bright. “Are you going to be sitting down, Mistress Desdaemona?” she asked, beckoning her hand towards the empty posh chair on the opposite of her. Cassie smiled as she relaxed in the company of her newest fledgling friend. She knew often fledglings weren’t kept under control, and were running around like headless chickens and causing chaos. But Des had only fed once, and Cassie felt only slightly unfortunate being the victim of the bite. But she had befriended a vampire, which often meant they trusted you as much to go and feed from someone else. Yet still Cassie disliked it.

“Are you ready to order?” Cassie asked, glancing down at the words on the menu. Cassie hadn’t learned much words, but the lady had been kind enough to teach her the best words. Well, writing them and reading them, of course, not actually saying them. Cassie never had a good vocabulary in her head or in her speeches, because she never made that much effort. No, her effort was wasted on all the duties and chores she had to do in the coven, as well as be food and entertainment towards the vampires. It was a shame, a mere servant being forced to perform to all people just like her, except different in races.