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067: (Not)Working Girl

I'm at the Library today even though technically I don't have to be here. But I do love it so and if it's a day I'm not scheduled to work then I don't feel guilty when I spend most of the time pulling books down and reading through them or going up on the roof to watch over the City and feel the wind in my hair.

That's where I am now. It's cold, but oh so beautiful, and I'm warm enough to get by and I have some food in my backpack so I can have a little roof picnic and lay back and watch the sky and pretend I'm like a bird and could go soaring against the clouds.

Though maybe I'm more like a mouse, liking to hide away in tiny spaces and watch without being seen, nibbling away at whatever I can find and maybe one day having a little mouse family of my own.

I just wish...

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, if anyone wants to come have a roof picnic with me I'm easy enough to find and I'd like the company!

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See, you just seem like the normal sort of different to me, Rain. Maybe it's because you're normal as they come compared to me.

...you don't seem crazy.

You seem pretty normal to me.

And you haven't seen me get panicked over nothing and have to hide or stuff like that. The social workers, back home, when they found out about me? They always thought I was damaged. Because of the things that happened. I could hear them thinking it.

And then my dad would make us have to disappear in the night because he didn't want people knowing about me.

Looks can be deceiving, Rain.

I can't hang around in hospitals. The sick people are too...tempting.

...

Tempting? I don't understand.

...and here's the part where you decide you never want to talk to me again.

...I'm a monster.

Why do you say that about yourself?

I don't believe it's true.

Though I believe you think you're something bad. I can almost hear that.

But I don't think you could tell me anything that would make me not want to talk to you.

I'm an incubus, Rain. I feed on your life-force through sex, and you can't even say no.

That's why.

So... if you had sex with someone it would kill them?

And you won't let them say no?

Uh....no. I haven't...I...I've only killed people that tried to hurt me or Harry, or someone we care about, really.

...No, I don't enthrall them...it's wrong...I mean, I've used it before, to keep people safe...but it was wrong then too.

Then... I don't understand why you say you're a monster.

You could do bad things, but you don't.

I... there are bad things I could do, but if I don't that makes me good, not bad.

It makes you good, too.

I don't know if it makes me good...but I guess it makes me 'not bad.'

Then you can't be a monster.

I...

But sometimes.....maybe you can hear it to. It wants me to come and take you...even now, the damned Hunger...the demon...how is a demon not a monster?

That must be very hard for you. To have that inside you.

But... if you want to... you can have me.

I would take you, do everything you dreampt a lover would do...more than that, and leave you empty...no!

NO! Don't even...just don't...

Sex is...

I told you I did bad things. I...

From the time I was thirteen I...

I had sex with people to get food or medicine or shelter for the little ones. Whether I wanted to or not. It just hurt less if I did what they wanted and didn't fight.

If you needed... I wouldn't mind.

You're nice and I don't think you'd hurt me.

Sex isn't legal tender, Rain...

...besides, I do hair. It works too.

There's a lot of people who wouldn't agree with you. On the streets...

But here I don't have to do anything I don't want to.

You... don't want to talk to me anymore, now that you know, right?

Hair?

I never said that, Rain. I...I like you.

Yeah, I'm a stylist. When people are in your chair, they trust you. It makes it easy to take little sips of their life force.

Then I'm glad. I... like you too.

I've never had anyone do my hair. But I guess I can see where that would work.

You should come down sometime. The first one's on me.

I thought we couldn't meet.

At least not yet.

I don't know what you'd do with my hair. It's very long and I like it that way.

Sometimes it's nice to just let someone else wash it for once.

Um, curls? I could do curls.

Mmmm...

Someone's hands in my hair. I think I'd like that.

Curls? That might be fun.

They are. And they bounce, which makes them more fun.

067: (Not)Working Girl

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