The morning brought a change in Diva. It wasn’t so much the fact that she was battered, cut, and covered in human bite marks, all mostly hidden behind swathes and swathes of bandages, or the fact that her fight with Heat had been cut off against her will, or the fact that she was once again considering if she could drink someone’s blood, a quick snack, before dinner. (Whether or not Yukari was alive, if another human got penned in with her then it was all the same…)
No, it wasn’t really because of any of those things, though they might have played a part. Mostly, Diva suddenly woke in the same hospital bed, in the same hospital room, with the same human nurses cooing at her like she were stupid, and reluctantly accepted the thought that she was going to have to try new things to get her way. And in Diva’s language, ‘new things’ meant being craftier. Thinking ahead. After all, the longer she went without any clue as to the whereabouts of her children, the more she realized that the stakes were so much higher than she kept thinking.
A feeling of vulnerability, of urgency, never suited Diva. It confused her.
Despite the large number of injuries, she showed no signs of pain, not even a limp. Since she didn’t consume human food, she had no need for the cafeteria line, and instead stepped into the cafeteria and towards the first table (and occupant) that caught her eye.
She stopped beside him, but then needed a moment to think of something to say. Or rather, something to say that a human would find human-like. "Hello," said Diva.
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No, it wasn’t really because of any of those things, though they might have played a part. Mostly, Diva suddenly woke in the same hospital bed, in the same hospital room, with the same human nurses cooing at her like she were stupid, and reluctantly accepted the thought that she was going to have to try new things to get her way. And in Diva’s language, ‘new things’ meant being craftier. Thinking ahead. After all, the longer she went without any clue as to the whereabouts of her children, the more she realized that the stakes were so much higher than she kept thinking.
A feeling of vulnerability, of urgency, never suited Diva. It confused her.
Despite the large number of injuries, she showed no signs of pain, not even a limp. Since she didn’t consume human food, she had no need for the cafeteria line, and instead stepped into the cafeteria and towards the first table (and occupant) that caught her eye.
She stopped beside him, but then needed a moment to think of something to say. Or rather, something to say that a human would find human-like. "Hello," said Diva.