How could anyone deliberately side with the humans, Eve wondered angrily again, waiting in the upper levels of the New York Museum of Natural History. She knew Aya was inside the museum, and getting ever closer. She oould sense her. She returned to her previous thought. Especially one who could be so much more?
Aya Brea infuriated her at times.
At first Eve had been certain Aya would join her, given time, she would see the truth, that she was meant to be fighting with Eve, not against her. She would see that she was more like Eve than the rest of humanity, and together they would destroy the vermin, the humans, in whom they had hidden themselves so long.
But now it had been nearly five days, and still Aya persisted in this folly, opposing Eve at every turn, in Central Park, the NYPD, at the hospital. Of course, she had arrived too late each time to effect her plans (and had had to be delayed, as in the hospital) but perhaps soon she might throw some rock into the cogs of Eve's plan. Eve did not know how exactly this might be done at the late point, but still, you never knew. Aya still defied her, after all, and was more than human. And she was destroying Eve's Mitochondria creatures at every step of the way. Of course, Eve had sent anything against Aya that she thought would kill Aya, there were too few of them in the world. She had only wanted to delay or even, hopefully, knock some sense into her. Eve smiled faintly at this.
Nothing concerning her was going according to plan. Aya's mitochondria seemed to have gone rogue, aiding her against Eve, and most infuriatingly of all, Eve could do nothing about it all!
For the first time, Eve felt a twinge of fear. She had not foreseen this, and nothing similar had ever happened to any of her sisters. But, no, surely not even Aya could not destroy her. She would come out triumphant, and this time, she thought, absently stroking her stomach, the Ultimate Being would be born, and humanity would perish.
It must. She had worked too hard, and come too far, to fail now. Then, for the first time in nearly a week, for no reason that she could figure out, she thought of her host, Melissa Pearce. Eve's green eyes, so like Aya's, widened. Melissa, too, had come too far and and tried too hard, and yet she had failed, being taken over by Eve within minutes of the Opera's beginning, not living to attain her dream, because of circumstances unforeseen and out of her control.
Was Aya her blind spot, the force she could not control, that could destroy her?
No, Eve thought sharply. Of course not. Melissa was human. Of course she was not in control. But I am not human. And she dismissed all it from her mind.
But still a tinge of fear remained.
Now she could hear footsteps, and Eve steeled herself for the coming confrontation.
I will prevail, she thought. I must.
Aya Brea infuriated her at times.
At first Eve had been certain Aya would join her, given time, she would see the truth, that she was meant to be fighting with Eve, not against her. She would see that she was more like Eve than the rest of humanity, and together they would destroy the vermin, the humans, in whom they had hidden themselves so long.
But now it had been nearly five days, and still Aya persisted in this folly, opposing Eve at every turn, in Central Park, the NYPD, at the hospital. Of course, she had arrived too late each time to effect her plans (and had had to be delayed, as in the hospital) but perhaps soon she might throw some rock into the cogs of Eve's plan. Eve did not know how exactly this might be done at the late point, but still, you never knew. Aya still defied her, after all, and was more than human. And she was destroying Eve's Mitochondria creatures at every step of the way. Of course, Eve had sent anything against Aya that she thought would kill Aya, there were too few of them in the world. She had only wanted to delay or even, hopefully, knock some sense into her. Eve smiled faintly at this.
Nothing concerning her was going according to plan. Aya's mitochondria seemed to have gone rogue, aiding her against Eve, and most infuriatingly of all, Eve could do nothing about it all!
For the first time, Eve felt a twinge of fear. She had not foreseen this, and nothing similar had ever happened to any of her sisters. But, no, surely not even Aya could not destroy her. She would come out triumphant, and this time, she thought, absently stroking her stomach, the Ultimate Being would be born, and humanity would perish.
It must. She had worked too hard, and come too far, to fail now. Then, for the first time in nearly a week, for no reason that she could figure out, she thought of her host, Melissa Pearce. Eve's green eyes, so like Aya's, widened. Melissa, too, had come too far and and tried too hard, and yet she had failed, being taken over by Eve within minutes of the Opera's beginning, not living to attain her dream, because of circumstances unforeseen and out of her control.
Was Aya her blind spot, the force she could not control, that could destroy her?
No, Eve thought sharply. Of course not. Melissa was human. Of course she was not in control. But I am not human. And she dismissed all it from her mind.
But still a tinge of fear remained.
Now she could hear footsteps, and Eve steeled herself for the coming confrontation.
I will prevail, she thought. I must.