The Forsaken
Cain sat quietly in the small coffee shop. He started out the window towards the busy street. People passed by talking on their cell phones. His thoughts wander to the times where everything was not run be electricity and people stayed within their own villages. Now, everything was so different. Cain had just come up from Hell after very long sentence down there. H e lost count after the first hundred years or so.
His fingers played with the whipped cream on his hot chocolate. He lifted up the ceramic cup and took a sip. The warmth of the drink fell down his throat in a chocolaty waterfall. A rumble sounded in the distance. Nobody looked up form their newspaper or magazine. Another rumble, only closer this time. Cain glanced out the window to find nothing. Just another thunderstorm, he thought.
The next rumble came from down the street. This time the people looked up. A crashed sounded, and a car flew down the street its wheels not even touching the cement beneath it. Cain looked up just to see the glimpse of a body flying through the window. Glass shattered everywhere. The body landed on his table. He lowered his arms from his head and started at the body.
A young woman who looked to be around twenty-one. She was curvy, with ample breasts that were hugged close to her body from the tightness of the corset she was wearing. Her wavy brown hair hung over the sides of the small, round table. He couldn't tell if she was breathing or not. But there was something odd about her...
"There you are, you little wench!" shouted a very angry voice. Cain looked to see a long, blond haired woman about the same age as the one on the table coming towards them. Her eyes held anger in them. She wore a medieval style dress and a black cloak. Her face held an evil sneer on it. Something did not sit right with her.
The woman on the table woke up abruptly. She looked towards the woman coming towards the coffee shop. "Damn," she whispered. Cain thought he heard a hint of Irish in her voice. The People in the coffee shop stared as the brown haired lady stood up on the table and started to mutter to herself. Cain stared at her.
She had full lips that had the slightest hint of lip gloss on them. Her eyelashes were long and covered in mascara. Eyeliner surrounded her almond shaped eyes. The wavy, brown hair was about shoulder length. She had very pale skin. Her slender hands were splayed out at her sides. Blood red nail polish covered her long fingernails. Long, slender legs were slightly covered by a skirt. The skirt was torn to tatters at the bottom and ripped up the sides of her legs. Lace-up, ankle boots held her feet. The leather on the boots was worn and colored a shade of grey.