herself.
There was a small make-up bag
inside as well that she took out and set beside the bag. She threw
the high heels in the bag and stepped out of the stall, expecting
to find Elysa waiting for her. She was alone. Violet made her way
over to the mirror. In the small bag, she found a ponytail holder
and a small bottle of lip gloss. Sweeping her hair up into a high
ponytail, she saw that her cheeks were pale. Her eyes were wide and
haunted. Reluctantly, she completed the look with a touch of lip
gloss.
This was the face she knew well,
but it was the old Violet. Try as she may, after the events of the
last twenty-four hours, she didn’t think that she was going to be
able to go back to being that girl. Too much had happened. She felt
different. So who did that make her now? She didn’t know and it was
unsettling.
Unwilling to leave the red dress or
stuff it into the duffel bag, she slid it off the door of the stall
door and put it over her arm. Taking a deep breath, she walked back
out in the main corridor of the station. Again she was struck by
how empty it was. Her grandparents clearly had more resources than
she imagined, and it just illuminated all of the things that she
still didn’t know.
Elysa was leaning against the wall
just outside the bathroom, filing her nails and looking bored. At
Violet’s reappearance, she pushed away and stepped close to Violet.
She shuddered as she felt Elysa smell her hair.
“I thought you said you weren’t
into girls like me,” Violet said, trying to keep the quiver of fear
out of her voice.
“That’s true, but you do smell
delicious. Virgin blood is so tasty,” Elysa whispered with longing
in her voice.
“Elysa!” Riveka’s voice boomed off
the brick walls and Violet jumped. For once she was grateful to see
her grandmother’s face. “Unless you have forgotten, this train
leaves in less than five minutes. I suggest we make our way to it.
Now.”
Elysa stepped around Violet and grinned down at her.
Without her heels on, Elysa towered over her.
“Let’s go, Vi. Chop, chop. Don’t
want to piss off your grandmother,” Elysa said with a smirk. “I’m
looking forward to getting better acquainted. Later.”
Violet didn’t like the look in
Elysa’s eyes one bit. “I’ll follow you,” she said, gesturing for
the vampire to go first. Elysa chuckled. Violet didn’t want Elysa
anywhere where she couldn’t see her. Elysa curled her index finger
at Violet and then spun around. The clicking of her boots on the
tiled floor was the only sound in the large room. Violet followed
after her slowly.
Outside the door, Elysa turned to the right and
walked on a pathway nestled next to the building. Violet kept close
to the wall in the light, and saw the railroad tracks spread out in
front of them. They reached the edge of the train platform, and
Violet was surprised to see that there were two railroad cars
sitting there waiting, an engine and a passenger car.
Her grandparents were already
waiting on the platform underneath a small wooden sign that Violet
couldn’t read. Nicholas seemed to be admiring the train, which
didn’t surprise Violet. Of all of her memories of her grandfather,
most of them involved him sitting in his study taking apart
different mechanical parts and then putting them back together. It
made Violet smile to see that if nothing else, her grandfather was
acting true to form.
Riveka saw them coming and looked annoyed.
“You always were one to dawdle,”
she said, looking Violet up and down. “You look more like you now.”
Violet had no way of knowing if that was a compliment or an insult.
If she were to guess, she’d pick the latter. Then Riveka looked at
Elysa. “So you are sure this is the right thing to do? I feel like
we’re running away.”
“Of course we are doing the right
thing. Jeremiah is going to be obsessed with trying to get Violet
back. But he’s going to assume we are traveling north. He won’t
figure out that we went south
There was a small make-up bag
inside as well that she took out and set beside the bag. She threw
the high heels in the bag and stepped out of the stall, expecting
to find Elysa waiting for her. She was alone. Violet made her way
over to the mirror. In the small bag, she found a ponytail holder
and a small bottle of lip gloss. Sweeping her hair up into a high
ponytail, she saw that her cheeks were pale. Her eyes were wide and
haunted. Reluctantly, she completed the look with a touch of lip
gloss.
This was the face she knew well,
but it was the old Violet. Try as she may, after the events of the
last twenty-four hours, she didn’t think that she was going to be
able to go back to being that girl. Too much had happened. She felt
different. So who did that make her now? She didn’t know and it was
unsettling.
Unwilling to leave the red dress or
stuff it into the duffel bag, she slid it off the door of the stall
door and put it over her arm. Taking a deep breath, she walked back
out in the main corridor of the station. Again she was struck by
how empty it was. Her grandparents clearly had more resources than
she imagined, and it just illuminated all of the things that she
still didn’t know.
Elysa was leaning against the wall
just outside the bathroom, filing her nails and looking bored. At
Violet’s reappearance, she pushed away and stepped close to Violet.
She shuddered as she felt Elysa smell her hair.
“I thought you said you weren’t
into girls like me,” Violet said, trying to keep the quiver of fear
out of her voice.
“That’s true, but you do smell
delicious. Virgin blood is so tasty,” Elysa whispered with longing
in her voice.
“Elysa!” Riveka’s voice boomed off
the brick walls and Violet jumped. For once she was grateful to see
her grandmother’s face. “Unless you have forgotten, this train
leaves in less than five minutes. I suggest we make our way to it.
Now.”
Elysa stepped around Violet and grinned down at her.
Without her heels on, Elysa towered over her.
“Let’s go, Vi. Chop, chop. Don’t
want to piss off your grandmother,” Elysa said with a smirk. “I’m
looking forward to getting better acquainted. Later.”
Violet didn’t like the look in
Elysa’s eyes one bit. “I’ll follow you,” she said, gesturing for
the vampire to go first. Elysa chuckled. Violet didn’t want Elysa
anywhere where she couldn’t see her. Elysa curled her index finger
at Violet and then spun around. The clicking of her boots on the
tiled floor was the only sound in the large room. Violet followed
after her slowly.
Outside the door, Elysa turned to the right and
walked on a pathway nestled next to the building. Violet kept close
to the wall in the light, and saw the railroad tracks spread out in
front of them. They reached the edge of the train platform, and
Violet was surprised to see that there were two railroad cars
sitting there waiting, an engine and a passenger car.
Her grandparents were already
waiting on the platform underneath a small wooden sign that Violet
couldn’t read. Nicholas seemed to be admiring the train, which
didn’t surprise Violet. Of all of her memories of her grandfather,
most of them involved him sitting in his study taking apart
different mechanical parts and then putting them back together. It
made Violet smile to see that if nothing else, her grandfather was
acting true to form.
Riveka saw them coming and looked annoyed.
“You always were one to dawdle,”
she said, looking Violet up and down. “You look more like you now.”
Violet had no way of knowing if that was a compliment or an insult.
If she were to guess, she’d pick the latter. Then Riveka looked at
Elysa. “So you are sure this is the right thing to do? I feel like
we’re running away.”
“Of course we are doing the right
thing. Jeremiah is going to be obsessed with trying to get Violet
back. But he’s going to assume we are traveling north. He won’t
figure out that we went south
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