"Oh, God no," she said, wrinkling her nose. "I'm from a lot of places, but never the Midwest." She didn't count her stint in Chicago. Chicago wasn't the Midwest. Chicago was its own thing. And a remarkable thing it was, but it had been a long, long time ago.
With a smile, she took a seat at his table, careful to arrange the scarves around her shoulders so that she covered any of the bitemarks that might be visible beneath her neckline. Long sleeves and long skirts covered up most of the mess that was her body, but she had to be careful.
Case in point, when she offered him a hand, it was her left hand. The one that didn't have a mangled puncture wound on the back. "Diana," she said. "Diana Abel. A-B-E-L. As in, 'Caine and dot, dot, dot...'"
God why did she keep introducing herself that way? She highly suspected that Grandmother had Conditioned her to do it, at some point. One would think that after being held prisoner for six months, worshipped as 'the Abel,' she'd be so damn tired of that name. Something inside of herself just clung to it.
No worries!
With a smile, she took a seat at his table, careful to arrange the scarves around her shoulders so that she covered any of the bitemarks that might be visible beneath her neckline. Long sleeves and long skirts covered up most of the mess that was her body, but she had to be careful.
Case in point, when she offered him a hand, it was her left hand. The one that didn't have a mangled puncture wound on the back. "Diana," she said. "Diana Abel. A-B-E-L. As in, 'Caine and dot, dot, dot...'"
God why did she keep introducing herself that way? She highly suspected that Grandmother had Conditioned her to do it, at some point. One would think that after being held prisoner for six months, worshipped as 'the Abel,' she'd be so damn tired of that name. Something inside of herself just clung to it.