Chapter 3: Dress-up and cosplay?
Two hours later…
Yumie couldn't take it anymore. The peace. The quiet. The solace. It was worse than living back in her old convent! She scurried into her torn uniform; thankful that the only visible damage that had been done to it was a small cut where her shoulder met her sleeve. She left the habit in the room and quickly ventured out into the hallway. It was just as quiet as her room and this infuriated her to no end. She stomped purposefully down the hallway, hoping that the only other known inhabitant would come to challenge her actions like earlier on. She didn't have to wait long as she approached a room with the door open and no sooner has she stepped inside than she realised whose room it was. The large coffin in the middle of the room at the foot of the double bed draped in blood red, satin sheets, next to a fridge in which could clearly be seen packets of blood, gave her a big hint. The door slammed shut behind her and she controlled herself not to jump and leap around; that was what Yumiko would do. She slowly turned to see no one there, but instead the items at what hung on the back of the door. She saw the hat and jacket in which the vampire had been wearing earlier and she realised he must not be here; otherwise he would have them on him. She glanced around quickly and her determination and curiosity marched her over to the clothing and helped her snatch them off the high hook. She thought of all the cruel things she could do to them; Burning, shrinking, cleaning the toilets and floors with them, even thinking she should smear holy water in the stuff, just to watch him burn at the sensation, but something made her stop. As she gazed at them, her anger cooled and instead her curiosity got the better of her. She at first held the jacket aloft in front of her, with the hat in the other hand, then placed the hat on her head to get a better look at the jacket. The hat was a little too big for her and it pushed her hair down in front of her eyes a little, but it was the jacket she was distracted by. It felt; soft. She took a deep breath and against the nagging voice of Yumiko inside of her, she carefully put it on. As she pulled up one sleeve so her small arms could fit through, she dived into one of the pockets to sort out a small bulge and came out with his gloves. Again, ignoring the voice of Yumiko persistently whining in her head, she placed them on, noticing how they were a good couple of sizes to big for her. She looked at her reflection the best way she could in the small, broken mirror that hung in the corner of the room and giggled at her own look. The vampire's clothes drowned her and made her look like a child. She even twirled around and enjoyed how much the long jacket was like a ball gown that she'd always imagined as a child. She held the sleeves up to her face and was surprised to find a scent there. She couldn't place it but it wasn't unpleasant and it was warm and she liked it. Her happiness was temporarily short-lived however when a deep voice filled the chamber.
"You do look ravishing my dear." This time, Yumie did twirl around and gave a twin yelp with Yumiko inside her as she faced the creature standing before her at the still closed door.