The drive back to Kersen’s house seemed to stretch on forever and also take no time at all. The cab driver had glanced at her in the rearview mirror but hadn’t asked any questions. She was glad he hadn’t. If he had she wasn’t sure she would have been able to keep from screaming at him. Maybe something in her body language had told him she didn’t want to talk. Maybe he just didn’t care. Either way, she managed to make it back to Kersen’s without devolving into a screaming, wailing mess.
She stood in the drive and watched the cab's taillights disappear into the distance. Part of her wanted to stay outside and gaze into the night forever. But she couldn't.
She took her key out. Her hands were still shaking, and she nearly dropped it. It took her a few tries to get the door open.
She looked like a wreck. She’d clearly been crying; her mascara was ruined and drying in streaks down her face. Her hair was a mess from struggling and being shoved against a wall. The wild-eyed terror wasn’t entirely gone from her face, and she’d been too horrified at the thought of touching the vampire dust to brush what was left of it from her clothes. Some of it had gotten into her shoes, and she felt it shift and rub against her feet as she stepped into the front hall.
She stood in the drive and watched the cab's taillights disappear into the distance. Part of her wanted to stay outside and gaze into the night forever. But she couldn't.
She took her key out. Her hands were still shaking, and she nearly dropped it. It took her a few tries to get the door open.
She looked like a wreck. She’d clearly been crying; her mascara was ruined and drying in streaks down her face. Her hair was a mess from struggling and being shoved against a wall. The wild-eyed terror wasn’t entirely gone from her face, and she’d been too horrified at the thought of touching the vampire dust to brush what was left of it from her clothes. Some of it had gotten into her shoes, and she felt it shift and rub against her feet as she stepped into the front hall.