Part Three

Marie tried to relax as the thick needle went into her arm. She was no big fan of needles but in this case it was too beneficial to pass up.

"Argyle, this is safe, right?" The tall well-groomed man looked at her over the edges of his round glasses.

"Of course it's safe. You've gone through the treatment several times now, you should know."

"I know, it still freaks me out though..." She looked at the machine hissing and whirring next to the metal framed bed she was laying on. Rubber tubing ran in and out between clear glass globes and ended up attached to the needle lodged in her arm. Fumes rose from a vent at the top and a smoky almost insubstantial fluid dropped into globes where the blood pulled from her arm churned before being returned the same way it came in. Marie leaned back and tried to relax as she felt the coldness spread through her body.

The whole process took about 45 minutes and when it was done she sat up and looked at her own hand. When she held it still it looked almost solid but when she moved it back and forth it seemed to leave images of itself behind. Ghost blood, made sneaking so much easier but put a cramp in your social life.

"Everything looks fine, you are good to go..."

"Thanks Argyle." Marie said absentmindedly. She always felt a bit detached from reality after a treatment.

"Please send my regards to Celia."

"I will. See you soon. Oh and Miss Sarah told me to tell you to come by for tea soon." Marie looked directly at her friend and didn't miss the faint blush on his cheeks at the mention. She smiled. Argyles crush on Miss Sarah was almost as well know as the fact that she would never see him as anything but a friend.

Marie buttoned her fitted dark leather coat and waved at Argyle as she left. The treatment was the last step and the familiar thrill were settling in her stomach. It was time to go to work.