Chapter 7
Winter was looming and the cold was seeping into the marble floors of the dilapidated school. Nights became longer and raiding for supplies was nearly impossible. Winter was the Eaters season. Her children drew from her powers and fed restlessly, even devouring each other. She became frail and almost human in this time, with so many pulling from her powers. The men locked her in the music room and refused to let anyone near her. It worked out well for her; her weakest moment was not to be witnessed by anyone.
Her limbs were shaking when she went to get out of bed, in need of the sustenance required to keep her shell alive. The soft human shell that incased her other, more fluid body had brought her safety in a way she wasn't expecting. Her species had warned her of the dangers that humans presented. They were cruel and killed each other for no other reason than for recreation.
Learning about their natures had only spurred her on. In a sea of endless children, standing out was the only way to gain safety. Children who are useless are killed, she understood that now. Her Mother promised her safety if she could tame the wild, human beast. She could never resist a challenge.
She still remembered the first time she laid eyes on Haruhi. The short brown hair and soft porcelain skin drew her in and when she went to claim her, the human child barely resisted. Pushing her aside was almost too easy. Her friends barely even noticed her slight change in demeanor until it was too late.
Sighing the Queen walked out of her room barefoot, enjoying the cold as it settled into her bones. She made her way down to the kitchens which were left intact after the takeover. She went through the main hall, hoping to see Mori, but only came across the other humans that resided there. They all gave her nasty looks and moved out of her line of sight. She knew she scared them, and she loved that she did.
As she was rummaging through the kitchen she heard a laugh from one of the men. She looked over the countertop and saw that it was a young man with a rather mischievous smirk on his face as he exchanged stories with another soldier. It brought back memories of another young man, two in fact, that had that same smirk. She wondered how they were doing and decided to visit them.