It was a
week or so later. Maybe three? Garyl had no idea. She had lost track of time
since that moment she’d fled from her home.
Home.
That
word seemed strange already. Time meant nothing, yet she was still capable of
feeling. Alas, she felt a lot of things. Thirst, hunger, loneliness, anger,
pain…
Garyl
had no idea what exactly happened to her and how it could come from something
in her coffee, but one thing was for sure: she wasn’t human anymore.
Strange. She wanted to be something more than human for quite some time and now
she was and al Garyl wished for was to go back to normal.
She
laughed softly, more a chuckle really. She was far from normal. Whatever ran
through her veins, it didn’t make her werewolf nor vampire. She was some
strange mixture between those two. The werewolf bite must have been a sort of
antidote.
She took
another step forward. This was the first time she came near a town and she had
no idea what was going to happen. Garyl also didn’t know she was carefully
being watched.
Garyl
licked her lips and tried to blend in. It was dark, so she didn’t meet a lot
people but there were always some dudes out on the streets.
So was
her follower.
The Man
who had threatened Mech was just a couple of steps behind her, though always
hidden in the shadows. He had watched her closely the last couple of days. It
was interesting really. She wasn’t like him -more or less immortal- but nothing
close to human either. He could use her, right?
Garyl
seemed like a girl that liked to play foul games and that was just the thing he
was best at.
He
smiled grimly. “Keep on struggling, till the nets are too entwined to get out.”
His voice deep, dark, but clearly manly.
Just at
that moment when the Man whispered, Garyl stood still and turned. She saw a
figure in the shadows and for just a couple of seconds they looked at each other.
Garyl’s
eyes flaming bright, golden-yellow, wolflike.
The Man’s
not visible, but she could feel it.
He would
come for her, soon.
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