"Cynthia, it's been so long." "Yea, 10 years" "Who's that" "This is Loral."
"Hi" "You have a fierce soul." The women seemed to look right through her.
"Yea, we've all had rough nights. Loral, this is the oracle." "Oh. I see
why they call her that." "Hey, we gotta go. The city awaits." Loralie
walked out of the alley with the creeps. She was shaken. Cynthia, however,
didn't seem to be the bit shocked or phased by what "the oracle" had just
said. She continued walking on normally, passing occasional glances at
Loralie.
"Are you ok?"
"Yea, she just made me feel kinda weird."
"She can do that, I think anyone who can tell the future can"
"She can tell the future?"
"They don't call her the Oracle for nothing"
"Maybe she can help me find the bitch that killed my mother"
"Yea, maybe." Cynthia stopped. "You know we'll find her, right?"
"Yea, I do." A grin spread upon their faces.
"So what was your mom like anyway?"
They walked on for another hour, just talking, not noticing how cold it was. Loralie couldn't feel her feet. At that moment she realized that Cynthia was the best friend she had ever had and the friendliest person she had ever met. They ran the streets together night after night, finding blood for their unquenchable thirst. Loralie, although enjoying it at the moment, hated herself afterwards. She realized that's what she had to do to survive. Maybe the vampire that killed her mother was doing the same thing, trying to survive. Loralie spent many days thinking about whether to quit the search or keep going.
She pondered what the oracle meant by what she said. Was she fierce, or was she just a vampire? She asked Cynthia, who seemed to just let it roll off. "She's crazy, she really is. I think she does that for fun" Cynthia would say. So, Loralie was left locked up in her mind pondering. She didn't know what to make of it but she figured that she had an eternity to figure it out.
"Yea, she just made me feel kinda weird."
"She can do that, I think anyone who can tell the future can"
"She can tell the future?"
"They don't call her the Oracle for nothing"
"Maybe she can help me find the bitch that killed my mother"
"Yea, maybe." Cynthia stopped. "You know we'll find her, right?"
"Yea, I do." A grin spread upon their faces.
"So what was your mom like anyway?"
They walked on for another hour, just talking, not noticing how cold it was. Loralie couldn't feel her feet. At that moment she realized that Cynthia was the best friend she had ever had and the friendliest person she had ever met. They ran the streets together night after night, finding blood for their unquenchable thirst. Loralie, although enjoying it at the moment, hated herself afterwards. She realized that's what she had to do to survive. Maybe the vampire that killed her mother was doing the same thing, trying to survive. Loralie spent many days thinking about whether to quit the search or keep going.
She pondered what the oracle meant by what she said. Was she fierce, or was she just a vampire? She asked Cynthia, who seemed to just let it roll off. "She's crazy, she really is. I think she does that for fun" Cynthia would say. So, Loralie was left locked up in her mind pondering. She didn't know what to make of it but she figured that she had an eternity to figure it out.