Chapter 2
Jane and Daria arrived at the mall in record timing, after making a pit stop at the Morgandorffer household to retrieve some spending money.
They walked around for a while, browsing through the stores and finding nothing until they came across a store they were not familiar with.
"Off Ya Tree? I've never heard of that before." Jane commented speculatively, eyeing the merchandise being sold inside the dimly lit store.
"Neither have I. Let's take a look." Daria said, walking in.
Inside, they found a variety of cult items; ankhs, dream catchers, leather bags filled with some herb meant to ward off evil spirits. Jane was absorbed in an assortment of jewellery that appeared to be made out of blackened pewter, set with some sort of red stone. Daria browsed through the books on ancient, sacrificial rituals.
"Hey Daria, check this out!" Jane called excitedly. Daria looked up to see Jane wearing a pewter choker, a single large red stone set in the middle and smaller stones entwined in tangled vines flaring out from the central piece.
"That doesn't look half bad."
"I know. I think I'll get it for the party. It's kinda got that vampirish vibe to it. And look, I even found something that I think would suit you and that you might even like."
"Uh, thanks, but I don't really do the wearing jewellery thing."
"C'mon, it's a party. Run wild."
"I don't have enough money."
"You're in luck. It's only ten bucks and I know I saw you bring at least fifty with you."
"Fine, fine. But I still don't do jewellery."
"Hey, I bet Trent-" Jane began.
"Don't you dare complete that sentence. Hand me the jewellery."
Jane gave Daria the piece of pewter, smirking.
Daria looked at the piece of jewellery Jane had picked out for her. It was a necklace made of little, flat pewter skulls with a single chain running down the middle holding a small three- dimensional pewter skull, the hollows of its eyes were covered with glittering red stones.
"It does look interesting."
"Just get it already."
"Only to get you off my back."
"Whatever."
They paid for their purchases and emerged into the bright lights of the mall.
"So, what do we do next?" Daria asked, squinting a little, readjusting her eyes from the dim to bright lighting.
"Well, this place isn't much help for what we have in mind. Let's go to Dega Street instead."
"Fine. But you're driving."
"Daria, I'm the one who drove here."
"Right, I just wanted to hear how it would sound out loud."