There's a priest on your shoulder Who: Aurelia Where: Her apartment When: Late night/midnight
A human would be a lump under the covers by now. It would be groaning and sulking and fidgetting, refusing to subject itself to daylight or social interaction. There would probably be some sort of caring relative or friend poking their head around the door without permission and insisting they needed to eat.
No one would dare enter Aurelia's apartment without permission and eating was the last thing she needed to think about right now.
The bedsheets were strewn across the room, illustrating her path quite well. A direct line to her heater. She had tried to curl up with as much of her pressed up against it as possible, but from the hips down there was a little too much of her to fit in that corner. Sullen and feeling sorry for herself, clawed hands wrapped themselves around her upper arms. The periodic flicker of a forked tongue destroyed any furious pout that may have otherwise been there. For once, her environment was completely silent. The lamia had stopped hissing to herself hours ago. It didn't matter how unfair she deemed it, there was no changing her bodyclock.
As she did every time this happened, she had tried shifting between her forms to try and find something more comfortable, but she had only succeeded in irritating her skin and scales. And there was nowhere to hide properly in this godforsaken town. She was going to have to go biped and contain her issue in skinny jeans at some point. There was shopping to be done. Supposedly normal human things that she needed to be seen attending to. Wretched, pathetic, stupid creatures.
The phone rang. It was broken into pieces by a projectile boot before it reached the third ring. At this hour? They wouldn't be so keen to seek her attention if they knew she was--Fuck!--Aurelia drew her straying hand away from where it had tried to itch the discomfort away, going as far as to bare her fangs at the scales that came away. A pointless gesture, but she was far from thrilled and increasingly willing to share her suffering with everyone else. Actually, the idea of helping everyone experience the sensation of their skin removing itself over the period of a week was a remarkably good one, though entirely implausible. Nevertheless, the first person to encounter her was not going to get a warm reception unless she was armed with fire.
Shifting into her human form to spare herself crossing the room and rubbing her tail raw, Aurelia winced openly, the shedding made worse by the shift. With hesitant footsteps, she moved to make sure the many locks on her door were all done before sinking to the floor again.
She hoped that phonecall hadn't been her grandmother.