"The taste of human... flesh?" said Amanda bewildered. She... she never really thought that human flesh was edible. So that was what the werewolf was doing? Just thinking about it made her sick. Before this, she had just assumed that werewolves howled at the moon and were violent things... but this was all too horrible. And the tummy... the werewolf was eating it because it was the softest part of the body right? Just like how bears only eat the bellies of salmon.
When Amanda heard that Alexander was the protector of this town, she smiled a bit. She was comforted by his presence. So he was the protector - the one looking over this town, the one who saved her. Somehow, she felt that as long as she looked into the night sky, it would be as if she was looking at him. Amanda then felt herself blush when he brushed away her hair. Thank heavens it was nighttime, otherwise he would have noticed. Her heart raced as she looked at his handsome face.
Alexander then asked if she wanted something to eat or drink, but Amanda lightly shook her head. "I think I will decline, if that is okay. After what I just saw, I don't feel like eating or drinking" replied Amanda. Her appetite had vanished and she didn't want to drink anything hot or cold. She looked towards the window. If only day would come sooner, then everything would be bright and visible, the monsters all gone. The daylight would be warm on her cheeks and the flowers would sway in the light wind. There would be many people on the streets, music and laughter everywhere. If only day would come.
But looking at Alexander being bathed by the moonlight, Amanda felt her wish change. She didn't want day to come. She wanted time to stop. If day came, then Alexander would probably leave to attend to his other matters. She wanted him to stay with her, as selfish as a wish it was. And for some reason, thinking back, Alexander didn't seem too comfortable in the daylight. Maybe he had gotten used to the night? Whatever the reason may be, Amanda just wanted to spend time with him, even if it was just in quiet conversation in her shop.
"Draw..?" said Amanda a bit doubtfully. Yes, it would be good to draw. Something that calmed her heart. Amanda picked up a sketch pad and pencil and began to sketch the alleyway. She started with the walls, then the outline of the girl. But then she stopped, maybe she should draw the werew-... Amanda felt her hands tremble again, the pencil now leaving quivering scars on the paper. Her mind was filled with those horrific images. It was a dark alleyway, but her imagination made it all too real. Drawing was supposed to be a pastime for her, and yet it was now a fear. Amanda gripped the pencil tightly and for the very first time in her life she uttered the words she never believed she would say: "I do not want to draw".