Rain woke with a start, her heat beating so heavily that she could feel her bosom jolt with each pulputation. She touched her forehead, which felt peculiarly clammy, and rising from her sofa, she realised that something felt amiss. Not only was this the first time she had properly had time to regard her new proportions and centre of gravity, but as she had done with the rest of the change, she took this in her stride.
By her ankles a small black goth-accessory bag lay, presumably having appeared with the rest of her new attire. She knelt down and picked it up, and doing it before she forgot, put the Chronivac inside the bag and slung it over her shoulder.
Glancing outside, she realised that she must have been asleep for hours. It was dark outside, like her lipstick. Like her soul. Staring into the lamplit street outside, she felt what could only be described as a calling to go somewhere. Somewhere to meet people like her. The only goth club she knew of around here was known as "Tarnished." She decided to head for that.
Fifteen minutes later, she was queuing. She'd stolen some money from the table back in the flat, and while she would normally have regretted such an action, it had used to be Sean's, and he certainly didn't need it right now. Five minutes later, she was inside, the glaring Darkwave music taking her breath away. The poetry flowing through her mind like a river of blood.
She glanced around, her eyes flickering in the strobe lights. This was her world and she belonged here; but she couldn't shake the peculiar feeling...