Uneventful

Amber pondered everything that had happened in the church on their way home. It had almost seemed like the "holiness" of the place had burned her, hurt her. What... what was she now? There was no doubt in her mind that these new changes were from her book. But despite the initial pain... she didn't hate them. It was certainly intriguing, seeing how bright each person was.

"Or wasn't" Amber thought, glancing over at Maria. The woman still appeared to have a soft warmth radiating from her, but it was nothing like what Amber had expected, especially given how strict the woman was. She looked over at Christie, staring at her with questioning eyes.

"later." Amber mouthed, tilting her head towards Mrs. Garcia and lifting her eyebrows. Christie nodded. Amber noted there was no shine, no glow, no nothing coming off of Christie. No surprise there, really.

However, that priest... Amber licked her lips, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as she recalled the man. She hadn't even fully grasped his face -- he was too bright during the service, and afterwards his feature were shrouded in darkness. Sweet, delectable darkness... What she wouldn't give to corrupt that man further, push him to sinfulness like her, to give him to her master...

Amber broke herself from her reverie with a soft moan. What had she been thinking? Did she really want to... Amber gulped, recognizing how hot and bothered she was by the whole situation. Yes. Yes she did want to. To take the man and use him. To corrupt him. To ruin him. She glanced over to see Maria eying her, likely having heard her moan.

"Ummm... sorry Mrs. Gar-- I mean, Maria." She corrected, seeing Mrs. Garcia's eyes soften in response. Amber stammered as she saw the older woman swallow hard, tongue moistening her lips. "I-it was nothing, I'm just h-hungry..."

The rest of the car ride was silent. Amber stared ahead, not daring to make eye contact with the Mrs. Garcia. How could she get back to the church? What was her next move? What would she tell Christie?

Christie waited, thousands of questions on her mind. What had happened to her friend? Could Amber help her? Could she help Amber?

Mrs. Garcia did her best do drive, sneaking glances at the gorgeous creature next to her. How... how could she resist? What would she do? What if... what if she didn't?