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Post by Lenore Machiben on Mar 4, 2008 6:45:44 GMT -5
  And I forget just what it takes
And yet, I guess it makes me smile
I found it hard, it's hard to find
Oh well, whatever, never mind
The rowdy crowd gathered around the bar payed no attention to the caped figure only a few barstools away, who watched her beer with eyes that were far too old for her youthful face. That youthful face looked tired, drawn, as if she hadn't slept in weeks. In reality she was just annoyed with herself - everything was beginning to pile up. There was a horrible tense air around her, but it wasn't anything that couldn't be cured with too much alcohol. Her age belied her teenage appearance - she was seventy-three years old, and as such she believed it was in her power to get absolutely plastered. Cut the girl some slack, it wasn't as if her childhood was the best either. On the road when she was only twelve years old, traipsing all over Romania for four years - it wasn't the most fun.
Lenore found herself wallowing pitifully in her grief, something she never did. This week had been pretty tough. With the guy from the Holy Order on his way, Van Whatsit, business had plummeted. She was able to scrape together a living by mucking out stalls, but the last of her precious money would be spent that night, she knew it. That wasn't the worst thing though. She'd let down her guard for one second, one measly second, and what had happened? She'd gone and gotten a crush on a human girl. A human girl, who would eventually marry and have children and die while Lenore watched from the sidelines, forever in her teens, watching her go through the horrible aging process that Lenore herself would never have to endure. However, if worst came to worst she could always turn herself in to the Valeriouses.
Swigging at the beer, she felt it sear her gullet in an ice-cold trail all the way down to her stomach. Lenore didn't like beer very much - she preferred wine and vodka - but it was cheap, and cheap booze was all she could afford tonight. She desperately needed Van Whatsit to leave the village so she could eat again. Not only that - it made her feel weird to have so many villagers suddenly becoming so Christian. The church was actually being filled these days. Naturally Lenore wouldn't set foot inside the church - not as if it would kill her, or anything (those legends were the biggest load she'd ever heard) but simply because she felt disrespectful of the people who put so much time and effort into making that place what it was, then have some vampire like her come in and poison the place.
Dejectedly Lenore pulled at the beer again, draining the mug in two big gulps. She pulled out a few coins, tossing them onto the bar. "Oi! 'Nother beer over here!" she yelled, attracting the attention of the barkeep. He immediately recognized her and refilled the mug, watching Lenore warily in case she hypnotised him or some tosh like that. Because, of course, she could read the future that obviously meant she was some evil witch that would blow everyone up in an instant. A little smile curled her lips as she thought of that - there were some people she'd have loved to blow up. Like this idiot bartender, for example. She muttered a thank-you and tossed the coins at him, not caring if he caught them or not. A few metallic clinks told her he'd missed.
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