The new blood within her veiled the cold... It was just an illusion of life, and she knew it wouldn't last. Tonight, however, it was a time for her to try to remember what it was to live.
The night was still young as she left the building and headed out into the streets. She wondered where she should go, the club perhaps, or maybe a bar? No, those were places for those trying to forget life.
Her footsteps struck the pavement without any sound and she moved through the crowds of tourists. She knew that what she was looking for wouldn't be found among the hordes of human insects.
She headed onto a quiet street far from the tourist traps and bright lights that seemed to enthrall the masses so. All the buildings were dark and silent, lit up only by the dull orange of the streetlights. All that is, except one. She saw a coffee house. It was one of those with a large library of books and comfortable chairs. The kind of place where the coffee is ridiculously overpriced and people throw words around like "Kafkaesque" without any real idea of the meaning.
She saw one lone figure inside curled up in a chair with a large book. It was a young woman with shoulder length sand colored hair and glasses. The roundness of her face and voluptuousness of her breasts suggested that she was one who didn't subscribe to many athletic pursuits. The hours posted on the door said the shop should have closed down about an hour and a half ago.
She walked into the building and a tiny little bell over the door jingled. The girl in the chair never looked up from her book, "Hold on, I'll be with you in a minute."
Dania stood at the counter regarded the young girl with a mild amusement. She followed the soft brown eyes behind the glasses as they moved back and forth across line after line until she marked her place with a piece of black ribbon and set the book down. She got up and went behind the counter. "Hi, sorry about that. I just got so caught up in the book that I didn't want to put it down. What can I get for you?"
"A small cappuccino." Dania said. The girl nodded and went back to fill her order. Dania said, "What book where you reading?'
"Excuse me?" said the girl, look over her shoulder as she filled up the cup.
"What book had you so entranced that it kept you reading an hour and a half after this store was to have closed?"
"Hour and a half?" The girl looked down at her watch "Oh wow! I guess I lost track of time!" She snapped a lid on the drink and handed it to Dania. "I have to close up shop." She gave Dania an embarrassed grin. "Sorry, but I have to kick you out."
A tired look fell over Dania's face, "I was hoping that I could stay until I finished my drink."
The girl had gone to the window and put the 'closed' sign up. She said, "Well... O.K. I guess I can let you stay for a few minutes."
Dania gave her thanks and sat down in a large red leather chair across from where the girl was sitting. "You never told me what you were reading." She said.
The girl blushed, "Oh, um, it was just collection of stories." She started to empty and clean off some of the machines.
Dania leaned forward and looked at the title of the book. She smiled as she saw the title. "The Works of Anais Nin." She looked over at the mousy girl behind the counter. "She does have a way with words doesn't she?"
The girl stopped cleaning and said, "You've read Anais Nin?"
"Oh yes, I've read all of her work. It is much better in French."
She came out from behind the counter. "Oh, I love her work! I've tried to read it in French, but my French is so weak... "
Dania closed her eyes and spoke. "Her elongated eyes did not close as other women's eyes did, but like the eyes of tigers, pumas and leopards, the two lids meeting lazily and slowly; and they seemed slightly sewn together towards the nose, making them narrow, with a lascivious, oblique glance falling from them like the glance of a woman who does not want to see what is being done to her body."
"Is that from one of her stories?"
"Yes it is. Delta of Venus. I'm surprised you haven't read that yet."
The girl sighed. "I've just discovered her work. It can be so sensual... " She sighed again and started to move back to her work. Dania touched the girl on her arm. "What is your name?"
"Katie."
"It's nice to meet you Katie. My name is Dania."
They kept talking about poetry while Katie finished cleaning the store. She hurriedly swept up and turned down most of the lights. The remaining lights from behind the counter cast long strange shadows over everything. Katie and Dania were engrossed in conversation and soon Katie found herself sitting across from Dania on the couch.