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"Morning," he said, holding the door open with his heel.
"Thanks," Elizabeth said, grabbing the door. Humming, the man pulled his cart
down the hallway and out of sight.
"See, that's just the kind of guy I can't stand," Candi proclaimed as she
stepped over to the small fridge. "Treating us like a couple of grandmas. You
want a Loco?"
Elizabeth was barely listening. Rather than trail Candi to the fridge, she
made a beeline for the opposite corner.
"No, I'm all set," she said, taking her Powerpuff Girls coffee mug from the
shelf.
"I thought you didn't do morning coffee," Candi said.
"I don't. My mom lost nine pounds cutting out soda. Thought I'd give it a
try."
Candi scrunched up her nose. A few men and women were filtering into the room.
Most headed for the coffee machine.
"You're not gonna stop at just nine pounds?" Candi asked, tipping to get a
look at Elizabeth's thighs.
"We can't all be exotic dancers," Elizabeth said thinly.
She took her mug to the watercooler and thumbed the blue tab. The tank burped
as she filled the coffee mug.
"I suppose," Candi conceded. She held up her soda can. "But this is diet."
And because she was in a malicious mood, Elizabeth shook her head. "That
stuff's poison in a can," she insisted. "This-" she held up her mug "-is one
hundred percent natural."
A young man was waiting behind her at the cooler. She sidestepped him, joining
Candi at their usual table.
"Is it really that bad?" Candi asked, concerned. "It's practically all I
drink."
"Mmm," Elizabeth said, sipping from her mug. The water was just what the ads
claimed. Cold and clean.
She almost wouldn't have cared if the soda was poisoned. Elizabeth cared about
as much about Candi, her choice of soft drink and her biker boyfriend as she
did about her own job. At thirty-five, Elizabeth Tiflis was suffering a major
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bout of career stagnation.
Depressed, Elizabeth took another sip of water. It was good. Powerfully so. It
seemed to quench some primordial thirst she never knew was there.
"Phosphoric acid," Candi said. She hadn't drunk her soda yet. She was studying
the label. "Acid? Isn't that, like, the stuff from chemistry class?"
She looked up worriedly.
Elizabeth had finished her water. She had slurped the rest down as if her
throat was on fire. The empty mug was lying on its side on the table.
Elizabeth gripped the table's edge. She stared at the wall, eyes blank.
Candi looked back at the label.
"'Phen-yl-ket-on-nur-ics,'" she read with deepening concern. "Ooo, that sounds
even worse." When she looked up this time, she found Elizabeth was no longer
looking off into space.
Elizabeth was staring directly at Candi. A strange expression had come over
her face. Her eyes were wide. It seemed as if the irises were bigger. And they
were now brown. Candi always thought they were pale blue.
"Elizabeth?" Candi asked cautiously.
Elizabeth continued to stare. She was looking at Candi in the same way as her
strip club's patrons. Candi shifted uncomfortably. "Well, I don't think they'd
sell it if it was bad for you," she said, picking up her soda can. She tipped
it to sip, exposing her long neck.
When Candi looked over again, she thought there was a bit of drool at the
corner of Elizabeth's mouth. She wasn't quite sure, distracted as she was by
the low, inhuman growl that suddenly rumbled up from deep in the pit of
Elizabeth's stomach.
Candi frowned. "Rude much?" she complained. She lifted her soda can. Elizabeth
slapped it from her hand. It splattered against the break-room wall. "Hey-"
Candi began. It was the last word she would ever speak.
Before Candi knew what was happening, Elizabeth had leaped up on the table.
Without a word, she lunged.
As Candi screamed, Elizabeth buried sharp fangs deep into her soft neck. The
scream became a wet gurgle.
Candi tried to struggle. Elizabeth swatted her to the floor with a single paw
swipe. She threw herself on the young woman, pinning her to the floor.
By now more screams filled the break room. Others had followed Elizabeth.
Animal roars filled the room as bodies fell. A woman managed to run screaming
into the hall for help. Elizabeth didn't care. For the first time in a long
time, she didn't have a care in the world.
She tore a mouthful of stringy flesh from Candi's throat. The young woman had
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