Summary: What would happen if Michaela wasn't alone in the cafe? What if her friend Emily was there, and Hal saw something ancient in her eyes.
Disclaimer – I do not own any of the being human characters or plot-lines. I would so add me in it from the start if i did haha.
Darkness of the soul
Ding ding.
The shop bells chime as two girls walked into the shop heading to the furthest window seat from the door. Taking their seat they both started chatting quietly whilst pulling out two books each individually designed by the owner with gems and stickers and scribbles.
One of the girls hat straight blonde hair, she wore a single lace glove with rings over the top and on her other hand she had a few rings and 3 bracelets will cartoon skulls on them. She wore a black top that was covered in white muffins and cupcakes images on it, which she wore open with a black top underneath.
Over her top she wore a tight black jacket with pointed shoulders. she wore a short black pleated shirt with long spiderweb leggings and mid shin boots covered in silver.
The other was almost as gothic as the first if not more so, she had long curly brown hair with a side fringe which she used to hide her face, she had small black thick frames glasses on. she wore black arm warmers that went up to above her elbows.
she wore a black shirt with short sleeves that had buckled straps over the went from the top of her chest going up from the sides to the collar, and from around the tops of her hips going down stopping in the middle. Down the center there were shining silver clasps to button the top up.
She also wore long straight leg trousers that had ribbon criss-crossing up the sides. On her feet were a pair of black all star converse that had been doodled on with skulls and little writing you could only see up close.
"do you want some tea? on me?" the dark haired girl asked quietly her accent placed her somewhere from the north of England not Barry, not Wales.
"yeah alright" said the blonde girl. She stood up and the brunette handed her a fiver before she walked up to the counter while it was still clear. The brunette opened her journal and doodled her thoughts and emotions into it, in doodles for 5 minutes while she waited. She glanced up when her friend returned with the drinks which she quickly put 2 sugars and a lot of milk in, the blonde sighed to herself before putting her hand on her head and writing more of her "art" in it.
The brunette but her i-pod on and lulled herself into her own little world, she wrote poems of the sins we in life commit without realizing, and of how she had seen the truth in the eyes of a lover, a lover she sees in the dreams that plague her heart at night. She writes about this dream over and over again in her journal without even realizing it.
she was pulled out of her writing by her friend glancing up incessantly. she pulled an ear bud out in time to hear her friend sigh exasperatedly.
"It's a journal." she announced sighing again, the brunette glanced behind her and saw a tall man with mousy brown hair and dark brown eyes staring at her stunned.
"Sorry?" he said unsure of what else to say. the brunette found herself giggling in her head at them both mainly at this poor mans reactions. she turned slightly sideways to get a better view of the two of them.
"What you were going to ask. I'm just writing a journal." she said matter of factually. "yeah. Thoughts, feelings...lyrics" she looked up at him almost seductively and the brunette sniggered earning a glance from the mousy haired man. The blonde hunched back over her work and started to write again when from behind them a small "good." was heard then the blonde sprung back up.
"yeah, but its kinda private. it's a lot of my private thoughts and ideas." she said making a sweeping roll motion with her fingers.
"Michaela" the brunette whispered but the only response she got was her friend tutting her tongue lightly.
"But I didn't actually ask..." he started but was interrupted by Michaela.
"Oh OK! Just one. Twisted my arm" she sighed over dramatically and happily flipping through the pages of her journal and the brunette all most laughed at the look on the mans face.
Michaela stopped on her picture of a skull cup with a red liquid inside. "Like, we have this idea...that you could make a skull with the top sliced off that you could drink from." she said whispering and leaning forward like she was telling a secret. Both her friend and the man gave her a puzzled look.
"What do you think? Pretty dark isn't it?" she said trying- and failing, the look seductive.
"wouldn't the drink leak out of the eye sockets where the, um, the optic nerve goes in?" the man said staring at her.
"yeah and the other holes like the nose, the ears, the neck not to mention the teeth Michaela... although I suppose you could seal them off before hand ... you'd have to you some animal bone to keep and looking the same." the brunette said staring at her friend who glared at her then scoffed rudely then stutter slightly before announcing.
"It's not a real skull! Anyway,just the sort of thing I think about,you know, all the time." she said waving her hands around trying to make up for any dark points she lost.
"sorry bout that she tends to think people are into the kind of things we are...I'm Emily and this is Michaela" the brunette said turning to the mousy hair man "Im Hal" he said quietly staring at her with something akin to shock.
"you don't look like a Hal to me." she said smiling slightly "oh really?" he replied "yeah you look more like a harry to me" she said in a dream like voice (think Luna Lovegood but not as high and squeaky) he stared at her in pure shock.
"Oh Emily. Your obsessed with that name. Anyway I bet you think im really wierd." she said rolling her eyes oddly. Emily sighed and flipped to a incomplete picture and stared adding minor details as another man came over.
"you still doing that? we got orders in, Hal." the man murmured whilst taking the cloth from Hal and continuing to clean the table which Hal had been neglecting by talking to us. Hal moved over the pic up some plate and Michaela quickly flipped to another page in her journal.
"Do you ever just picture the streets full of bones? Like after a war. And everybody's dead but you" she said pointing her fingers at them dramatically. the men both stared and her then looked at me.
"Its better then my version...every one dying around you and your just stood there watching no-one can see you or hear you, but then they look at you, and you feel yourself being pulled toward a door. Like its sucking you through it into a horrible dark place." Emily whispers looking down at her page the men stare at her with a strange look of understanding before walking away.
Emily turned back to Michaela who grinned "I think we freaked them out!" she giggled happily. Emily sighed and doodled on the picture once more.
End of chapter one...what do you think? lemme know in reviews...if I made a mistake sorry im cheating cause I cant use microsoft word anymore...