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Sunday Morigan

Sunday smiled at Bryn. Bryn was so pretty. Sunday felt like a child by comparison. Where Bryn had a woman figure, Sunday was small and thin. Bryn didn't seem to mind as she hung around Sunday anyway. "Hi." She said softly. Still a little drunk off of the feeding she just did. She shook her head as Bryn's next question. "I don't know. No one ever tells me anything." She said. She looked around and noticed a guy on the stage. She looked away. Go, You know you want to. Tuesday called and Sunday huffed. You're not quite full, Sunday.Tuesday warned causing Sunday to frown. "E-excuse me, Bryn. I-I need some air." She said shyly and slipped outside.
She found herself on a fire escape, gasping for breath, gripping the wrought iron bars of the fire escape.
God, she hated feeding. She felt so...so...Good. You feel good, you stupid girl!Tuesday shouted from her mind. Why you decided to torture yourself with this confliction is beyond me.[i]Tuesday complained. [i]But I digress, She said softly If you just let me take over you won't need to be the one killing those men. I'll do it. Tuesday said as if she were doing Sunday a favor. Sunday's eyes began to water and small sobs crawled up her throat. We have company, Moron...Tuesday said and Sunday looked up to see a boy standing there. She sat up slowly. "A Changeling?" She breathed.