Hello everyone! Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! Today's word prompt is "silver". We are back with Juliet and Ares in my paranormal/Greek god romance.
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The street lamps above bathed the cobblestone street beneath Juliet’s feet in a silver glow. It didn’t take long for her to figure out where she was. Ares took her to jolly old England, London to be specific. She sighed heavily. She knew where to go to satisfy the urge inside her. She turned at the street corner and kept up her journey.
There was one blessing in the curse she was dealt. When she fed, she couldn’t contract the nasty diseases humans struggled with. She hated killing. Had since the day she turned. So she used the blessing to her advantage.
She earned the nickname a hundred and thirty-four years ago. The Angel of Death. Stories popped up all over the world of a nurse who would appear to end the agony of someone barely holding onto life yet suffering tremendously. She knew who they were the second she stepped inside the hospital. Normally a grieving family member sat by their bedside praying for the end to come. But for some reason it never would.
Tonight was no different. She heard the sobbing once she stepped onto the oncology floor in the scrubs she stole from the laundry room. She slipped down the dark, silent corridor until she reached the room the crying came from.
She stepped inside the hospital room to find an old man lying asleep in the bed. His frail frame was smothered in wires and tubes from the machines around him. A woman in her mid fifties sat beside him. She rocked back and forth as tears streamed down her face.
When she noticed Juliet, her puffy red eyes widened. She spoke in a thick accent. “Oh miss, have you heard from my brother?”
“Should I have?” Juliet questioned.
“My brother is the power of attorney for my father here. He’s been in so much pain for the last two years. He’s so close to death. He doesn’t even wake up anymore. But my brother is vacationing across the world and can’t bother to return the doctor’s calls to end life support. My father just wants to be with my mama again.”
Juliet smiled at her gently. “Could you give me a moment to check his vitals?”
“No other nurse has asked me to do that.”
The woman looked perplexed as she stood. Once she was gone, Juliet wasted no time. She turned the man’s head to the side. She bared her teeth with a hiss then sunk her fangs into his jugular. She felt the morphine hit first before the need subsided. She would have to find someplace safe to sleep it off.
The man snapped awake with a gasp. He smiled and whispered to her. “Thank you.”
Then his eyes drifted closed as he died.
Juliet did her best to disguise the wound before she covered it with a gauze pad and secured it with medical tape. She strode out of the room and nodded to the daughter as she passed.
She was well out of the hospital before anyone discovered he was dead.