Serenity clung to the woman who moved her from the Hookah to the cab that waited for her outside...In the distance of her mind she could hear the woman who in Serenity's mind looked like some kind of indie angel sent from god knows where. Murphy was the was what the two strange men called the woman.
Now in the cab the haze was clearing...But it was creeping back in and out like a rolling tide..Empty eyes would stare at the cabbie...Whose beady brown eyes syared right at her. His fat sausage like hands on the wheel tightening...His greasey black hair slicked back...The whole cab reaked of B.O and a lame excuse for a pine air freshener that hung on the mirror.
She didnt need to be a empath to feel what he was...It made her squrim..Made her skin crawl as she reached for the small vail that rested between her breast. Half full..Thank god. One drop. Serenity would mummble something about going to the Blue Moon. Which made the cabbie eyes only more hungery....But he would shake his head.
"No No Missie. That woman pay ol Enzo good to bring you somewhere else. You go there. Unless you can pay Enzo better."
Enzos beady eyes would move over Serenity in his mirror she could..Serenity felt like she was ready to toss all the food that Murphy had just stuffed down her throat. Another drop. Soon she wouldnt care that the cabbie was fucking her with his eyes...Or that she had no clue where she was going...Soon the fog would roll in...She could feel it already...
"Zackarah..Come to me."
She would wisper into the darkness of the cabbie as she began to nod off...The icey feel of her compaion curling around her like a blanket. From there she was gone. Coming in and out of reality once more..Long enough to see small glimpses of places...Large gates opening...A cold faced woman...So many of these things looked so filmiar...But so strange at the same time.
Little did Serenity know that the Murphy woman had sent her to the last person she should of gone to in this state. But at the same time...This was the best place to be. Some where in the fog she saw him, Mister Goldmen. The way the light hit his bald head...Caused him to look like some kind of angel..She could hear him say her name...Could feel the void of everything from the man. It was comforting.
In her haze he was beautiful. She had to reach out and touched his cheek for a moment before sleep over took her.She was safe for the moment. Away from the greasy cab driver...Away from the flood of emotions at the hostel or the blue moon. Safe...Yes. Thats what she was. Sleep...Sleep and pray for salvation when the fog clears away.
-- Edited by Serenity on Tuesday 24th of March 2009 01:10:15 AM