Page 41 of Mysterious Teacher : Arrival
“What the...?”
With fierce intent, Sonya twisted his arm, breaking it at the elbow.
“Ah! Ah! What are you doing? Let go! Let go!”
Finally free of his grasp, the young woman took a few staggering steps back.
“I asked nicely,” Sonya argued. “I asked many, many times. You refused to obey.”
“You broke my arm!”he cried. “You broke my arm.”
“That’s right,” Sonya said as she stepped closer to him, close enough to feel the heat of his breath. She questioned her own actions, wondering what she wanted to do. It seemed her body had a will of its own. Without thinking, without considering her actions, she leaned into him, instinctively finding the vein she wanted and biting down on his neck.
He struggled for a moment, gurgled a complaint and was then silent.
With a hunger that she’d never felt before, she drank his blood, gulping it down and reveling in the warmth it brought to her throat. She quickly sucked until she was satisfied. She released him and the man fell to the ground.
“Oh, my God,” the young woman gasped. “I really need to cut back on the whiskey.”
“You’re not going to remember much about this evening, are you?”
The woman shook her head.
“Would you happen to know where the Black Key Lounge is?”Sonya said as she daintily wiped the corners of her mouth with the tips of her elegantly tapered fingers.
Gaping, the woman raised her arm and pointed to her right.
“Thank you,” Sonya said. “I do believe they’ll need a replacement.”
The young woman stared at Sonya for a long moment and finally stumbled drunkenly away.
Following the direction the young woman had indicated, Sonya found the lounge and restaurant. Smoky and smelly, the place was packed with patrons wining and dining.
A piano set in the center of the room awaited the pianist that would never show.
“I heard that you have a great piano player,” Sonya said to the waitress who came to her as she stood at the door.
The woman clucked her tongue and checked her watch. “Yeah, but he’s late...again.”
“I play a little bit of piano myself,” Sonya said. “Mind if I play for my supper?”
The waitress looked at her with a skeptical eye. “It’s really not for me to say. I’ll go talk to the owner.”
She left and returned moments later with a rotund bald man.
“You the lady who plays?”he barked as he eyed her up and down. “Not exactly an elegant dress, is it?”
Sonya smiled. “This isn’t my usual attire. I clean up quite well.”
“Okay.” He pointed to the piano. “Let’s see what you can do.”
Holding her head high, Sonya went to the piano and sat down. She knew some Bach, a bit of Beethoven and a few from Chopin. What would impress them most? Did the previous pianist play the classics?
Finally she opted forBach’s Prelude No.1 in C.
She set her fingers on the keys. It’d been so long...a lifetime ago. Could she...?
Her fingers did the work as if they had never stopped and she abandoned herself to the music. Around her she heard the gasps of delight as the simple, yet elegant music filled the air.
