Sari leaned on the building on the other side of the alley. She patted down the pockets of the coat she was wearing looking for something. It was a men’s small in a dark grey, Cherise was who had initially taken her clothes shopping and had suggested male clothes for more pockets.
Sari was very fond of having places to put things.
From her left pocket she pulled out a packet of cigarettes, removed one and returned the packet to her coat. She continued to pat down herself looking for something else.
“Here.” Cherise interrupted noticing Sari’s increasing search speed. Cherise brought up her arms holding her left hand with her palm facing towards herself. She moved her right hand down past her left as though going into a bag that she pretended to hold. Her right hand disappeared as it past the threshold of her left.
She brought it back up and it reappeared now holding a light blue safety lighter.
“Wouldn’t pyromancy be better?” Sari asked as she lit her cigarette.
“I don’t need to set things on fire very often.”
“Less often than you need to return lost things?”
“Fair point, but I am working on my own endless pocket.” Cherise leaned on the other side of the alley moving her right hand in and out of wherever it went beyond her left arm.
“Times really have changed, we never needed to harness magic before.”
“No we just thought we were above it. But more often than not mages witches and warlocks could find a way to beat us.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Just look at Hank, he doesn’t need a curse to be immortal and he’s not abnormally weak to precious metals”
“or balls of string.”
Sari took a long drag on her cigarette. She didn’t mind the habit other than how expensive it was. Even if she could get cancer it wouldn’t kill her. The smell wouldn’t stick to her, it wouldn’t ruin her teeth and the addiction could never form. However the nicotine would give her a short high similar to that of completely consuming a soul casing.
There was a time that ravishing a human soul was necessary for Sari to stay alive. With age that dissipated now simply accepting a person’s radiant energy was enough. Even being without it for several days would just put her back into her sleeping state, like her time in the coffin.
“So what else were you doing here? Helping with deliveries would only take up an hour or two in the morning.”
“I was going to pop in to help then go shopping. Been saving for some furniture.”
“Well go on then, don’t hang around here.”
“Nowhere is open for like another hour.”
Sari hung around outside smoking cigarettes for a few minutes until she realized she could hang out inside a cafe instead.
She went to the nearest one and ordered a Flat White.
Although she had tried coffee before her time in the coffin it wasn’t nearly as popular. At the time she had thought it was bitter and could have used something to mellow it out, she had similar opinions to what had been made of the cacao bean during her time in spain before leaving for the new world.
Cow’s milk that had been steamed and bubbled probably would not have come to mind. Looking at it now she thought it was probably the idea of a master apothecary but who had left out the magic ingredient when selling the recipe.
Supposedly this kind of coffee was invented in this part of the world that Sari found herself in. A clever modification on those types that had come before it.
The human’s on this land are very fond of their coffee and Sari could see why. It tasted amazing and would often give her the same buzz as a cigarette only more mellow and long lasting.
Being in the coffin for over three hundred years didn’t seem like much time, barely a quarter of the time since she’d been born. But it was a long time for the mortals. Their advancement did not shock her as much as Hank thought it would. Automobiles, cell phones and spaceships are fantastic in comparison to what life was like before but no more amazing than what she had seen magic perform.
Sari was witness to the ignorance of her forebears that believed themselves greater than mortals because they were eternal. It was their unwillingness to change that got them all killed. So much for immortal. Sari refused to let that be her end.
“Is this seat taken?” Asked a man in a business suit cutting through her fog of thought.
“N-No, it’s not.” The noise of the cafe cutting back in.
Sari expected him to take the seat to another table as would normally happen in his circumstance. He sat down in front of her.
“Uh?” She couldn’t help but let out an unsure sound. Her shimmer had been turned back on and was at a level which would make any regular human ignore her.
“My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He had a smooth face but he did not look young, his hair was short slick dark brown and pulled back tightly. The black suit was perfectly cut and retained a perfect shape even as he sat down.
“What are you doing here Demon?” Sari finally caught on. This was no mortal, it was another broken soul but inside someone else’s meat puppet.
“Caught up on the new words then I see. I live here. What are you doing here Vampire?”