London, England, Earth, 1651:
Elizabeth walked through the market, pushing pass people who had stopped to talk or who had stopped at stalls, to buy or just browse. She stopped when she came to the fruit and vegetable stall, watching the man tending to it. When he turned his back to her to talk to another costumer, Elizabeth quickly grabbed some food and stuffed it into her apron pocket, then quickly walked away and headed for the stall she wanted: the black magic stall.
It was a few stalls away from the fruit and vegetable stall, when she got there, Elizabeth stood in front of the table that had the books on it.
"Can I help, love?" Came a rough voice from behind the stall.
Elizabeth looked up to see a man standing opposite her. He had a black eye patch over his left eye, a few scars on his dirty brown face the most noticeable one on his left cheek going under his eye patch then coming out on to his temple and ended half way from his hair line, he had a piece of old cloth wrapped around his head for a headscarf and was dress in tatty rags.
"No, thank you." Elizabeth replied. The man nodded then walked to the table opposite the one she was at, on it was small bottles containing liquids of some sort. When his back was to her, Elizabeth looked back down at the books and picked up one. It was black, with Vampirella written in the middle of the front in gold and there was gold going around the edges, on the front and back, and the pages were trimmed with gold, something she had never seen before. She opened it about half way, the pages were a light brown, tea-stained colour and the writing was done in black ink and was fancy. She shut it and looked back at the name. Vampirella, unusual.
"Hello?" She called out, trying to get the mans attention. He looked around to her, and then walked over.
"Need help?" He asked.
Elizabeth smiled remembering that she did say 'no' the first time he asked, the she replied. "Yes, I want to know what this book is about."
The man put his hand out towards her, and Elizabeth put the book in his hand, he turned it towards him and looked at the front and said. "Its about a Vampiress called Vampirella and she uses her charms and looks to get men to like her before she kills them. It's an erotic, drama story." He handed the book back over to Elizabeth, who continued to stare at its front.
"How much?" She asked.
"Shilling." Was the answer she got.
Elizabeth looked up at him in disbelieve. "A shilling."
"It's a rare book." He told her.
Elizabeth looked back down at the book in her hands, feeling like she had just been slapped around the face. "Mmm... I don't know." A shilling, how can I afford a shilling?
It had been just over a year since her and Z got back into a flat, and they weren't getting much money in. Z sat around and did nothing, while Elizabeth, without Z knowing, had gone back to prostitution, but the money she got from that went towards their rent, food or Z gets his hands on it and gambles it all on kittens.
"Elizabeth, are you going to buy it?"
Elizabeth's head snapped up at him. "How...how do you know my name?"
The man just smiled, making her feel uncomfortable. "You can have it, no charge."
Elizabeth stared back down at the book, it was the first time someone had given her something for free in a long time, Z never gives me presents. Then she felt his gaze upon her, she shifted slightly feeling uncomfortable again. She knew that he was most properly be staring at her chest, as her dress was low cut and it pushed her breasts up. She looked up to find that her feeling was right; his eyes were locked onto her chest. Men, think they'd never seen a woman's body before, "Thank you."
His head looked up to hers, and then he said. "That's alright."
Elizabeth smiled before walking away back into the crowd, with that feeling that he was watching her again.
Demonrina 2378:
Kathrina sat up, making the cover fall down to her hips. Something's wrong, she thought, since being reformed from Kathryn to Kathrina she had never had a dream of her former hosts. She brushed her hair back with her hand, and then looked down at Z: he was still asleep with one arm spreaded across her legs; the other arm was bent upwards with his hand near his head.
Kathrina looked around the 4-posted bed, the single black cover that was covering them was crimpled and tangled into their bodies, the dark red see- through curtains that draped over the frame were tied to the posts. She laid back down, pulled the cover up to her shoulders and looked at the dark red see-through silk that covered the top of the frame, joining from corner to corner.
She rested her arms across her stomach, just as Z moved his arm from her legs to put his hand on her right hip, and then there was a small banging sound from the attic. Kathrina sighed, every other night she heard banging from the attic, and she had told Z they might have rats, but even though he put traps up there, there was still banging sounds. She closed her eyes and settled down to sleep.
London, 1651:
Elizabeth opened the door to the flat and walked in, nothing had changed, and it was still a mess just like it was when she had left. She shut the door then said, "Z?"
"In here." Was the reply she got from the bedroom.
She put the book on the table that was next to door, then undone her apron and it on the chair that was near the window, making sure none of the food dropped out, then she headed into the bedroom.
Z was sat on the bed, in his black trousers and shoes, playing with something on his lap, Elizabeth couldn't see what because he was sat at an angle with his back to her.
She sat down beside him and wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back. She felt some whiskers poking her arm, when she moved her head onto Z's shoulder she was greeted by a black kittens face looking sweetly up at her.
"Z, it's beautiful." She gasped.
Z moved himself so he wasn't sitting at an angle, then picked up the kitten and put it on Elizabeth's lap who began to stroke the tiny animal.
"It's a she. The last kitten I have, so you can have her." He told her.
Elizabeth looked up at him. "What do you mean 'last?'"
"I've decided not to waste our money on cats anymore, and to start building a future for us."
Elizabeth continued to stare at him; she knew it was going to be hard for him, gambling for cats was everything to him. She put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, the kitten settling down to sleep. Z returned the hug as Elizabeth said. "Thank you."
Z hugged her tighter and they stayed like that for the next hour.
Elizabeth walked through the market, pushing pass people who had stopped to talk or who had stopped at stalls, to buy or just browse. She stopped when she came to the fruit and vegetable stall, watching the man tending to it. When he turned his back to her to talk to another costumer, Elizabeth quickly grabbed some food and stuffed it into her apron pocket, then quickly walked away and headed for the stall she wanted: the black magic stall.
It was a few stalls away from the fruit and vegetable stall, when she got there, Elizabeth stood in front of the table that had the books on it.
"Can I help, love?" Came a rough voice from behind the stall.
Elizabeth looked up to see a man standing opposite her. He had a black eye patch over his left eye, a few scars on his dirty brown face the most noticeable one on his left cheek going under his eye patch then coming out on to his temple and ended half way from his hair line, he had a piece of old cloth wrapped around his head for a headscarf and was dress in tatty rags.
"No, thank you." Elizabeth replied. The man nodded then walked to the table opposite the one she was at, on it was small bottles containing liquids of some sort. When his back was to her, Elizabeth looked back down at the books and picked up one. It was black, with Vampirella written in the middle of the front in gold and there was gold going around the edges, on the front and back, and the pages were trimmed with gold, something she had never seen before. She opened it about half way, the pages were a light brown, tea-stained colour and the writing was done in black ink and was fancy. She shut it and looked back at the name. Vampirella, unusual.
"Hello?" She called out, trying to get the mans attention. He looked around to her, and then walked over.
"Need help?" He asked.
Elizabeth smiled remembering that she did say 'no' the first time he asked, the she replied. "Yes, I want to know what this book is about."
The man put his hand out towards her, and Elizabeth put the book in his hand, he turned it towards him and looked at the front and said. "Its about a Vampiress called Vampirella and she uses her charms and looks to get men to like her before she kills them. It's an erotic, drama story." He handed the book back over to Elizabeth, who continued to stare at its front.
"How much?" She asked.
"Shilling." Was the answer she got.
Elizabeth looked up at him in disbelieve. "A shilling."
"It's a rare book." He told her.
Elizabeth looked back down at the book in her hands, feeling like she had just been slapped around the face. "Mmm... I don't know." A shilling, how can I afford a shilling?
It had been just over a year since her and Z got back into a flat, and they weren't getting much money in. Z sat around and did nothing, while Elizabeth, without Z knowing, had gone back to prostitution, but the money she got from that went towards their rent, food or Z gets his hands on it and gambles it all on kittens.
"Elizabeth, are you going to buy it?"
Elizabeth's head snapped up at him. "How...how do you know my name?"
The man just smiled, making her feel uncomfortable. "You can have it, no charge."
Elizabeth stared back down at the book, it was the first time someone had given her something for free in a long time, Z never gives me presents. Then she felt his gaze upon her, she shifted slightly feeling uncomfortable again. She knew that he was most properly be staring at her chest, as her dress was low cut and it pushed her breasts up. She looked up to find that her feeling was right; his eyes were locked onto her chest. Men, think they'd never seen a woman's body before, "Thank you."
His head looked up to hers, and then he said. "That's alright."
Elizabeth smiled before walking away back into the crowd, with that feeling that he was watching her again.
Demonrina 2378:
Kathrina sat up, making the cover fall down to her hips. Something's wrong, she thought, since being reformed from Kathryn to Kathrina she had never had a dream of her former hosts. She brushed her hair back with her hand, and then looked down at Z: he was still asleep with one arm spreaded across her legs; the other arm was bent upwards with his hand near his head.
Kathrina looked around the 4-posted bed, the single black cover that was covering them was crimpled and tangled into their bodies, the dark red see- through curtains that draped over the frame were tied to the posts. She laid back down, pulled the cover up to her shoulders and looked at the dark red see-through silk that covered the top of the frame, joining from corner to corner.
She rested her arms across her stomach, just as Z moved his arm from her legs to put his hand on her right hip, and then there was a small banging sound from the attic. Kathrina sighed, every other night she heard banging from the attic, and she had told Z they might have rats, but even though he put traps up there, there was still banging sounds. She closed her eyes and settled down to sleep.
London, 1651:
Elizabeth opened the door to the flat and walked in, nothing had changed, and it was still a mess just like it was when she had left. She shut the door then said, "Z?"
"In here." Was the reply she got from the bedroom.
She put the book on the table that was next to door, then undone her apron and it on the chair that was near the window, making sure none of the food dropped out, then she headed into the bedroom.
Z was sat on the bed, in his black trousers and shoes, playing with something on his lap, Elizabeth couldn't see what because he was sat at an angle with his back to her.
She sat down beside him and wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his back. She felt some whiskers poking her arm, when she moved her head onto Z's shoulder she was greeted by a black kittens face looking sweetly up at her.
"Z, it's beautiful." She gasped.
Z moved himself so he wasn't sitting at an angle, then picked up the kitten and put it on Elizabeth's lap who began to stroke the tiny animal.
"It's a she. The last kitten I have, so you can have her." He told her.
Elizabeth looked up at him. "What do you mean 'last?'"
"I've decided not to waste our money on cats anymore, and to start building a future for us."
Elizabeth continued to stare at him; she knew it was going to be hard for him, gambling for cats was everything to him. She put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him in for a hug, the kitten settling down to sleep. Z returned the hug as Elizabeth said. "Thank you."
Z hugged her tighter and they stayed like that for the next hour.