Ex-Sanguination

[daniel_stacy]

Click-clack-click-scrape…

Daniel kept low. He crept from one bumper to the next as the blonde with feathered hair tracked down her car, last European import on the left, a Mercedes 380SL. Nice ride, deserved better than to be driven into a highway guardrail, and Stumbles here wasn’t in a position to drive. Daniel considered his approach a public service to car lovers everywhere. He watched the woman unlock her door and slid inside. As she tucked her feet into the floorboard and reached for the handle, he scurried along the back bumper and put his body in the way.

“Sorry, carjacking,” he said. “Move over.”

( A Disposable Meal )

Interpersonal Relations

[st_clare]

Thankfully, Holiday had gotten Julianna's note, and she'd rung her to arrange a meeting at her office on the campus. She'd sounded a bit odd over the phone, but the Watcher chalked that up to the bad note they'd left things on. Perhaps this time she'd be able to explain herself more fully, give a reasonable point of view.

She was going over some class work at her desk, stacking papers in the box marked 'Out' so she could give it to her teaching assistant. It was past five o clock, quiet enough that she could hear the clock ticking where it hung on the wall. The sun was coming in through the Venetian blinds, slanting across the pale blue carpeting. She was glad they'd given her some personal office space.

She'd see Holiday soon, and they could clear the air. It was a ridiculous lie to maintain, even though she'd promised of her own free will. Papers rustled as Julianna stacked the ones she'd been going over in a neat fashion, then dropped them on top of the pile in the 'Out' box. The road to tenure was being cleared with every task she accomplished.