the full moon nights, at the Bar
After her conversation with Mel, in the morning, Sylvie had spent the rest of the day upstairs. The room was quiet, and let her rest in privacy. This month had been bad, and it wasn't a good time for her to be near anyone really.
She could feel it as afternoon wore into evening. Perhaps an hour before sunset she went downstairs to look for one of the bouncers/Security personnel, as agreed.
She didn't find them.
No sign of anyone wearing the badges, and as the minutes ticked away she
found herself growing more on edge.
Finally, she retreated upstairs and locked the door to her room, then shoved a
heavy chest of drawers against it.
Then, she stripped off her clothes and let herself begin to slip into the
change. The moon hadn't yet risen, but...
Minus restraints or open space, there were only a few options to make sure
she didn't get out and hurt anyone.
The quickest, and simplest, if most painful, was to make sure she wasn't capable of going anywhere. That she'd be tied up, if not by walls, by her body's need to heal before she could do anything else.
Lacking silver or high caliber weapons, that was difficult...
but she had claws, and the stainless steel knives she'd brought up from her meal.
It sufficed. It wasn't as if she hadn't had practice at this, after all.
She revived from blood loss perhaps an hour or so before sunrise. She whimpered softly, and curled up in a patch of moonlight that streamed through her window.
The injuries would be healed by noontime. She'd remember the pain for a long time, though. And then, there was the last night of the moon to get past...
She could feel it as afternoon wore into evening. Perhaps an hour before sunset she went downstairs to look for one of the bouncers/Security personnel, as agreed.
She didn't find them.
No sign of anyone wearing the badges, and as the minutes ticked away she
found herself growing more on edge.
Finally, she retreated upstairs and locked the door to her room, then shoved a
heavy chest of drawers against it.
Then, she stripped off her clothes and let herself begin to slip into the
change. The moon hadn't yet risen, but...
Minus restraints or open space, there were only a few options to make sure
she didn't get out and hurt anyone.
The quickest, and simplest, if most painful, was to make sure she wasn't capable of going anywhere. That she'd be tied up, if not by walls, by her body's need to heal before she could do anything else.
Lacking silver or high caliber weapons, that was difficult...
but she had claws, and the stainless steel knives she'd brought up from her meal.
It sufficed. It wasn't as if she hadn't had practice at this, after all.
She revived from blood loss perhaps an hour or so before sunrise. She whimpered softly, and curled up in a patch of moonlight that streamed through her window.
The injuries would be healed by noontime. She'd remember the pain for a long time, though. And then, there was the last night of the moon to get past...