When Clara finally looked up from her phone and glanced back at the door, the person she had been waiting for had already left. She had missed a lot in the two minutes her attention had been diverted.A member of staff approached her table with a cup of coffee in her hand. Clara looked around in confusion. “I didn’t order anything,” she said. Clara was aware that she was the strangest customer in the coffeeshop and the staff were probably wondering when she was going to leave. She had been the first customer of the day and had only ordered two drinks in the past three hours. “One of our regulars came in a couple of minutes ago to pick up his online order. He saw you looking tired and bought an expresso for you,” the staff member explained with a smile. “He’s a nice person.” Clara blinked in surprise. She had never noticed any of the customers paying attention to her. The incident must have occurred when she had been occupied with her phone. She checked the name tag on the girl’s
Clara kept a careful watch on the office building opposite so she wouldn’t miss seeing Caiden leave when his work day had finished. She had already missed seeing him before, she wasn’t going to do it again. Fortunately, he was one of the first people out of the building and Clara immediately began to pack up everything she had brought with her. Caiden entered the coffeeshop and beamed when he saw her waiting by the door. “Excellent. You’re ready to leave on our date,” he said and held his hand out to her. “Can we take a diversion first?” she requested. It was only fair to let Arthur know that she had found Caiden, but she had decided a text wouldn’t suffice and it was better to let them meet in person. “Will it take long?” “I want to introduce you to someone,” she explained. “Arthur has been helping me look for you and I think he would like to see the success of our search.” Caiden looked thoughtful and then he nodded. “I would like to meet him. He has provided assista
Their first month of dating passed by quickly. They soon fell into a routine of meeting after work and going on dates. Clara was blissfully happy, but she knew they needed to discuss their future together. Caiden was only living temporarily in the UK after all. She chose to ask after they had finished eating Caiden’s latest attempt at a home cooked romantic meal. His cooking skills were unique to say the least. “Are you going to stay here in London when your job here is finished?” she asked. “Where would you like to live?” he questioned. “Here or in a different country? We have lots of options.” Clara thought about the matter seriously. She had grown up in the US and had been unexpectedly pulled into a different country. She did prefer living in the UK, but there were other countries to try as well. “We can move around,” Clara said. “I think we should make this our main country and travel to other places. That is if you want to. This is a decision we should make as a couple.” Ca
“I’m getting married!” Clara announced happily. She smiled over her coffee and Arthur watched her with a bemused look on his face. "When is the wedding?" he asked. “Next month,” Clara told him. “I was planning to invite you. We’ve only just decided on the date so there’s no invitations to give out yet.” “Do you not have wedding planner then?” the hacker questioned. “Invitations are normally sent out much sooner.” “I don’t want a big wedding,” Clara replied. “James was fine with it and just asked that I invite him.” She was a little surprised that her grandfather had agreed with her desire to have a very small wedding. They both enjoyed high positions in society and people like them normally had grand weddings with a long guest list and a high budget. “I shall consider an invite as a great honour then,” Arthur quipped. “How many guests are invited?” “I’m inviting 12 people,” Clara said. “Caiden has invited a couple of friends. He doesn’t have any relations to invite.” “Of cour
The weather on the day she died was perfect. The sun was shining brightly against the blue sky which was unexpected as the weather had been cold and grey all week. The strangely good weather should have told her that something bad was going to happen. The warm weather meant that Clara sat on the outdoor benches to eat her lunch instead of inside the school cafeteria. It was considerably more fun to sit outside by herself than in the busy cafeteria with all the noise and disdainful stares. She stuck out like a sore thumb at Trinity Academy in her second-hand school uniform. The only good thing right now was that she didn’t have long left to go before she graduated. Clara’s high intelligence unfortunately meant that instead of attending a standard high school where there would be more people in a similar situation as her, she had earned a scholarship to attend a posh private school where all the students came from rich and well-connected families. As a scholarship student with fos
This chapter contains a very brief suicide scene that is not explicitly described. If you wish to skip it, go to the next line break (***). - Clara sniffed and held in the tears that were starting to fall. She wasn’t going to cry in a place where someone from the school could still see her. She would bottle it up like she normally did. The bus ride was a complete blur and soon she was outside the front door of her home. It wasn’t big or attractive, but it was the only place she could call home. The scent of mac and cheese hit her senses as she unlocked the door and she groaned. It was her least favorite meal. It would be the topping on a shitty day at school. She took off her shoes and continued on her way to her room. As the oldest foster child, she had been granted her own room. It was small, but it was all hers. She would change into her most comfortable clothes, read her favourite book and put on a cooling eye mask to relax. Her allowance for the past six months had been spen
Clara took a deep breath to steel herself before facing Caiden. She shouldn’t show that she was having second thoughts about the contract she had just made. She needed to look like she knew what she was doing. “How are you going to help me get revenge if we are still here?” she questioned. Caiden didn’t look perturbed by her question which gave her confidence in his abilities to help her out with her mission for revenge. “I can’t bring you back to life as you were. It’s not something I can do and it wouldn't be possible to get revenge as Clara Kennedy. I caught you here because there is someone with a compatible body available. Your soul can inhabit her body.” Clara narrowed her eyes. It was a relief to hear that she wouldn’t have to return to her old life again, but she was skeptical of his logic. “How is that going to work then?” she asked with a glare. Caiden put his hand on her shoulder and looked down at her. “To explain it in the simplest way, I am going to transplant
“Where have you been?” Clara demanded. “I’ve been feeling so lost.” Caiden had the grace to look guilty. Clara noticed that he was no longer wearing his cloak and was instead wearing a leather jacket and black jeans. Despite the oddly human attire, his horns were still visible and there was still an unearthly vibe to his appearance. “I had to be somewhere else. I knew the transplant was successful and this was the first opportunity I’ve had to come here. Demons don’t belong in the human world you know. I have a ruler to answer to.” The mention of demon life was intriguing, but Clara wanted to know more about her personal situation rather than his. “What happened to the owner of the body I’m in right now?” she asked in a calmer tone. “The doctor wouldn’t say.” “That is a conversation that we can have when we are completely alone,” Caiden said. “The nurse will return very soon and I don’t think it’s the best thing to talk about demon related things with someone else around.” C