There's only 2 out of the 3 candles left burning, she'd usually be gone by now. Staring at her hands she starts to methodically chip the varnish off. It's usual flawless state currently a little chipped and unkempt, a little like her thoughts.
I should move, I should have moved an hour ago. But what if she has another dream...
She turns over and sits up on her bed to face Laura.
This is ridiculous. She's not a child.
There's a loud thud as something falls as she pushes herself off the bed, then instinctively drops to the floor.
A small squeak of a reply comes from the bundle of covers above.
"C-Carm are you sleep...leave my socks..." Her head snaps to the source before flopping back onto the cold wood. After taking a deep breath she pushes herself off the floor. Standing still she faces the door.
What are you doing.
She waits for the rhythmic hush of Laura's breath slow again. It's only 1am when she finally decides to leave.
It's only 15 minutes after leaving her dorm before she finds a likely candidate treading a weary-eyed walk of shame home.
"Excuse me?" She calls calmly from behind the girl. It catches the girl off-guard and she stumbles a little before pushing a brown lock behind her ear and half smiling.
"Can I help you?" The girl asks a little friendly, a little impatient.
"No I was hoping that would be my pleasure. Would you like a chaperone home? It's a little risky at the moment, and you're a little too pretty to be risking." She smiles slowly as her eyes gaze up to meet the girls.
"If you insist, yeah, that'd be nice, thanks." The girl side eyes her before offering her arm with a warm smile. She takes it and starts the walk down the dimly lit path beneath the less than useless orange glow of the campus lights.
I can already guess her blood is 50/50 alcohol to what I actually need christ what is it with these girls.
She sighs, acknowledging that there is in fact nothing wrong with the girls blood and everything wrong with how off she feels. Regardless she needs the feed.
It's 6am when she finally returns, despite Laura's thoughts on her lack of hygiene, she moves soundlessly from the door to the bathroom before undressing. She at her hands again and after chipping the rest of the varnish off throws her towel over the top of the shower and gets in. She didn't like showering because of an aversion to hygiene, but because of an aversion to time without sensory distraction. There are 3 glass walls, all opaque with condensation and one tiled wall. No sound but that of falling water and no smell but suffocating steam. She was experiencing a particular aversion to showering since she had met her new roommate.
It wasn't so much she couldn't stop thinking about her but more of the fact that there was simply nothing else to think about. Right? She knew her roommate was beginning to suspect what she truly was, what that meant her true nature was, but why was this so thought consuming. Why could this not just be ended with a simple mental note to be more careful. To
Just appear more normal, that's all I've got to do... But what, exactly, is normal to a roommate that is so extraordinary?
She sighed and let her head lull back onto the tiled wall.
I mean abnormal.
She sat up straight and rubbed her nose the back of her hand before crossing her arms over her chest.
But she is, y'know, different right? Weird different obviously. I mean, her friends are a clear testament to that... If I were as them though, in this era, I'd hope I could acquire people such as them.
Her chest starts to seize a little and there is a distinct dryness to her throat despite the abundance of moisture in the air. She rubs her eyes before pulling them away to stare at the black stains covering them before moving to sit directly under the showers stream of scalding water.
If I were as them... If I were as she...
There is a moment of calm before a wall of fatigue hits her and her eyes start to droop. She doesn't stop them.