'Well now what?' Silas asked, scratching the back of his head. Maude raised her shoulders in a shrug, getting pretty annoyed with this damn strait jacket. Once again they delved into an awkward scilence.
'Wanna go get some coffee?' Silas finally questioned, looking at his feet.
'Uh... sure?' Maude replied, rocking back and forth on her freezing toes. 'What... is that?' She questioned shortly after no one had moved.
'What is what? Coffee? Your kidding me. You've never had coffee?' Silas was litteraly flabergasted, he hadn't met a coffee virgin since the addictive liquid had been created.
'I've heard of it?' Maude replied puffing out air to remove the strand of thin black hair covering her face. 'The nurses wouldnt stop going on about it when they first discovered it, but seeing as this is england tea is much more popular.' Silas nodded in agreement. Maude waited for the penny to drop. It didn't. Jeez this guy is thick.
'So coffee?' Silas said again grabbing her by her restrained arm and tugging her in the direction of a small and crappy looking all night cafe. They were stood right outside the door when the penny finally droped.
'Wait what?' Silas questioned in confusion as he turned to face the girl.
'What, what?' she replied.
'You know what!' he replied.
'huh?' this was getting overly complex.
'Okay stop.' Silas said finally, putting a halt to their rally of 'whats'.
'What did you say when we were back in that alley?' Silas questioned rubing his temples with his fingers.
'Unsuit me and I'll tell ya.' Maude replied wriggling around in her straight jacket, after some time Silas nodded before walking over to her and wrestling with her straigh jacket locks, setting her free. 'Weeell the thing iiiis,' she dragged out her reply, questioning the sensibility of her answering truthfully. Ah well. As the kids say these days 'YOLO'. 'I'm a 200 year old seer with a ghost cat sidekick. Okay so coffee time!' She rushed past the stuned boy shrugging off her open straight jacket and headed into the health code violating cafe. Silas blinked. Why? he thought mockingly. Why can't Supernatural JUST be a televisoin show. He strolled into the cafe rubbing his thumb and forefinger against his temples. He slid himself into one of the free cafe cubicals and sat in silence twiddling his thumbs and looking at this mysterious girl that currently stood infront of the flickering menu sign. 'Silaaaaaas' She called not even bothering to turn and look at him, he remained silent and waited for her to continue. 'whats a sludge sandwich?' she asked tipping backwards and forwards on her toes.
'Something you don't want to go near with a ten foot pole.' He replied shuddering as the memorys of that blocked out adventure flooded back into his mind. He did indeed eat human food for he was indeed part human. The only difference was the lack of blood pumping round his body, hence the need to consume it. Without food he would starve. Maude nodded slowly, not fully understanding but not bothered enough to delve into the topic more. She turned her back to the board and slowly shuffled forward to take a seat on the oposite side of the table. Wow. she thought as the two sat in silence together. If my life was somebodys work of fiction they would probably be severly dissapointed and bored about whats happening in this chapter... Sorry author. Hmm... now the author sound like a bit of a dick, making their character apologise for their own bad writing. I think the author should apologise to me! (a/n Sorry) Thats much better. I'm sorry your crap at this. 'So!' Maude started cheerfully, sending a beaming smile over to Silas as she swung her legs back and forth under neath the stained plastic table and pulled her self closer to him. 'Any questions?' she asked happily, she'd had this talk with all of the very few nurses that looked after her. They would ask and she would answer truthfully. No, she had no idea why this happened. Yes, she can still be killed by 'mortal' weapons. Yes, she does bleed every god damned month. (a/n Hah. Suffer, my creation >:D god I feel terrible saying that. Imagine, 200 or so years and STILL having a period every month. I'll make it nicer one sec...) But it was slightly irregular, often I would go without months of having it and even when I did, funnily I never experienced any cramps... (a/n there we go.) Silas sat there. His mind was an explosion of thoughts. (a/n from Sophie, my friend: qf zc fuck yo bitches) (a/n She's incredably rude. I still love y'all.) Jesus christ author! stick to the mother freaking story! (a/n fine, sorry.) Okay where were you... oh yah! Silas sat there. His mind was an explosion of thoughts.
'How... old are you?' He questioned, intertwining his fingers together on top of the greasy table.
'You do know how rude it is to ask a girls age right?' Maude stated, staring at the dank ceiling. 'But seeing as you did just rip a guys throat out for me... I was 119 years of age on the 4th. Just had my birthday last wednesday. It was great. They served grey slop and I had death visions. Almost like a totally average day. Yourself?' Maude had done this for to long to care about peoples reactions anymore. Plus it's not like he could object to her age. Or spray her wih holy water, or just bottled water that some how became holy water when one of the nurses acted in fear. Silas nodded thoughtfully, twiddling his thumbs. 'I will be 211 on the 12th of september. So next thursday.' He replied truthfully, smacking his lips together as he ended his sentence.
More silence.
'Did you know snails are hermaphrodites?' Maude commented.
'Intriguing.'
'Right?'
More silence.
'Okay.' Silas muttered finally, then heaved himself up from his spot and walked over to the counter to get coffee.
Its never a pleasant sight. Watching someone die.Sure, I don't expect being the one dying to be a stellar experience. But just being there and watching the life drain from a persons eyes... that was a whole other story. Maude stood in the darkest shadow of the alley and observed. The loud 'bang' of gun fire errupted into echo's along the dark alley, seconds later a bullet brutely forced its way into the skull of a screaming brunette woman. Maybe she had a family. Two kids, one boy, one girl. Both would sit sleepily at the kitchen table and wait for their mother to return home and kiss them before bed. Maybe her husband or boyfriend is right this second, cooking a romantic meal for her, with the surprise of a petite dimond ring sitting at the bottom of her champagne glass. Maybe her twenty-seven cats are waiting to be petted and fed. Maybe she had finally gotten the courage to stand up to the people that mocked her close relationship with the woman she secretly loved, or the man she had one day hoped to become. All these chances. All these paths that she might have later gone down... disappeared the moment this balaclaved figure had decided getting her money would be more productive than her life ever would. They disappeared the moment he pulled that trigger. The moment he ended her short life.
Maude's eye flashed back to their normal milky white colour causing her to blink rapidly whilst she tried to choke back some bitter tears. Suddenly she became aware of her brightly lit surroundings. Oh and the pressure on the spongey chair beside her that currently carried a two hundred and eleven year old man. Her head turned and her eyes met a pair of crimson red ones.
'You smell fucking delicious.'
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Ja ja I updated again. You have no idea how long it takes for me to gather enough effort for me to do this! I'm such a lazy creature, even just postibg every once in a bluie is odd for me x) I'm sorry y'all waited so long, and I have no clue how long this chappie is so... excuse the crapness... I'm thinking of taking it down, making it a graphic novel instead? The idea kind of appeals to me a lot and I've already drawn most of the first chapter... give me your thoughts! Enjoy bitchachos <3
[BTW THIS IS SO NOT EDITED. JUST FYI.]
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The Blindness Of Seeing
Romance'And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.' A short dark haired girl says to you, her expression composed perfectly. 'Seriously Maude? Thats what your starting our story with? Crappy book quotes that promote cross species relationships? Whilst als...
