I couldn't do this anymore. I was trying my best to be nice to her, let her have a little freedom. Sadly, my dear baby sister showed she couldn't be left unsupervised. She had been gone just about the entire night, not even bothering to keep connection with me. With a frustrated sigh, I pulled up my hood and continued my walk as the rain began to fall.
"Of course, it starts raining." I sneered to myself. I swear Mother Nature hated me.
My complaining was cut short as I came upon a bookstore. There were a few police cars and an ambulance truck parked out in front of it. I lifted my nose to the air and caught the unmistakable scent of blood. My stomach almost instantly responded, reminding me that I had yet to feed. I would have to worry about that later. As I stepped closer to the scene, another scent floated toward me. Lilacs.
"Goddammit, Edith." I hissed under my breath. I closed my eyes and focused on the various conversations happening at the scene.
"Employee was attacked…injury to the left forearm…suspect fled through a window."
Christ, Edith! Would it kill you to use a door occasionally?
"Better hope that bitch didn't have rabies." Came a male voice from near the ambulance truck. I let out an annoyed growl but decided to let that one slide for now.
"Be nice, Shane!" A sweet voice scolded. "She could have been just mentally handicap or something. How is your arm feeling, dear?"
"In all honesty, it still burns a little." This voice intrigued me. She sounded tired, but she tried her best to hide it. The sweet, older woman stepped to the side and that's when I saw her. Her head was lowered and a flurry of wavy—braids, was it? —formed a bit of a curtain around her face. Even as she sat, I could make out a curvaceous form. Her eyes seemed to be studying her injured arm, as if she were expecting something to happen.
Her good hand pushed her braids out of her face, revealing a chocolate complexion and big, dark eyes. I kept a safe distance, but I found myself compelled to move closer. The scent of her blood was stronger now and I was sure that my eyes had shifted by now, giving off their usual bright hazel color. I knew I needed to find my sister and feed, but I was letting my curiosity get the better of me.
The older woman patted her on the shoulder as the group took their leave from her. A first responder came up to her and asked if she was okay to drive. She did her best to give them a bright smile and nod. They said something about signing a statement, then walked off. Suddenly, she frowned, her gaze shooting up and meeting mine from across the parking lot. Her eyes widened in shock. Could she really see me?