Like a disease [Athena]
Posted: 17 Jun 2015, 20:12
It was the first time in what seemed like eternity that the Necromancer called in sick to work. It was also the first time that she had given Detective Rodriquez something to use against her. It left a bitter taste in her mouth, and she realized how much she hated him. She knew she always had, of course, but in the moment she heard his snide laugh, the rage had been uncontrollable. She was left with the relieved feeling that she had opted to call instead of showing up to collect her files, because she knew if she had been face to face with him, she’d have to explain to her sire not only why she denied him the pleasure, but why she had revealed their secrets to the entire HRPD. She doubted that she would walk away unscathed from that conversation.
It wasn’t as if she didn’t have a good reason. Granted, it wasn’t a reason he’d understand, but it was one nonetheless. She had made a mistake. It wasn’t just a normal, run of the mill mistake. No, she had to go and royally **** up. The knowledge left her sick to her stomach, but the feeling was nothing compared to the one she got when she thought of her. Her, with her ebony hair and pale skin. Her, with her sharp tongue and piercing eyes. Her mistake. Her torment. Her childe. The word caused her to curl her lip in distaste as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She couldn’t believe she had messed up in such an epic way. She had tried to hide the fact she had recreated, that she had stopped the heart of an innocent from her family, but like the plague, she had seeped into her world.
Now she had to teach her.
She had hoped to get away on the bare minimum, but she should have known better. She had Andras blood in her veins and her sire riding her *** like the overbearing father on prom night. She honestly was surprised her hadn’t started tossing curfews her way every time she stepped out of the hotel. She wanted to say it bothered her, she wanted to keep him at arms-length, but she couldn’t. She found herself wanting to make him proud, to show him that even though she had fucked up, she could fix it. That was the worst thing, because it all rode on her ability to teach – and Athena’s ability to listen. “You better not let me down,” she muttered under her breath as she shoved her blue curls up and secured them with a frayed hair tie. “I’ll be back in a while, Osiris.” She didn’t know why she bothered, honestly. She doubted he’d hear her, his nose buried so far in his crafting table. She could have walked in front of him completely naked, and it still wouldn’t have been enough to catch his eye.
You know that isn’t true.
Shaking the voice from her head, she grabbed her leather jacket and tomed from one hotel to the next. The change was drastic, the bright lights and bustle of the human life fading to the rundown, quiet nest of Andras. She preferred the latter. There wasn’t anyone to bother her, and the shadows offered her a comfort she couldn’t find anywhere else. Releasing an agitated breath, her eyes swept the lobby and her nose crinkled in annoyance. Of ******* course she isn’t where she’s supposed to be. With another agitated sigh, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket and headed for the portal that would lead her to the lobby of the Flats. She had hoped to avoid the place. It wasn’t because of the scent of the gruesome sight of the corpses decayed guts sprayed across the walls and ceiling, but because of how utterly over populated it was. Just walking in the door almost sent the Necromancer into a panic attack.
There wasn’t a way in hell that she was going to go inside anytime soon.
Pulling her phone from the pocket of her jacket, she scrolled through until she found the woman’s name. Her thumb hovered over the message button as doubt entered her thoughts, and she shook her head slowly. She knew what she needed to teach her – she just had no idea where to start. Yes, you do. The second the unfamiliar voice brushed across her ear, the image of the sewers – dark and damp – formed in her mind. Oh, yeah. That would be perfect. With a new found amusement, she quickly typed Meet me outside the flats and shoved her phone back into her jacket.
Perhaps this sire thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.
It wasn’t as if she didn’t have a good reason. Granted, it wasn’t a reason he’d understand, but it was one nonetheless. She had made a mistake. It wasn’t just a normal, run of the mill mistake. No, she had to go and royally **** up. The knowledge left her sick to her stomach, but the feeling was nothing compared to the one she got when she thought of her. Her, with her ebony hair and pale skin. Her, with her sharp tongue and piercing eyes. Her mistake. Her torment. Her childe. The word caused her to curl her lip in distaste as she pinched the bridge of her nose. She couldn’t believe she had messed up in such an epic way. She had tried to hide the fact she had recreated, that she had stopped the heart of an innocent from her family, but like the plague, she had seeped into her world.
Now she had to teach her.
She had hoped to get away on the bare minimum, but she should have known better. She had Andras blood in her veins and her sire riding her *** like the overbearing father on prom night. She honestly was surprised her hadn’t started tossing curfews her way every time she stepped out of the hotel. She wanted to say it bothered her, she wanted to keep him at arms-length, but she couldn’t. She found herself wanting to make him proud, to show him that even though she had fucked up, she could fix it. That was the worst thing, because it all rode on her ability to teach – and Athena’s ability to listen. “You better not let me down,” she muttered under her breath as she shoved her blue curls up and secured them with a frayed hair tie. “I’ll be back in a while, Osiris.” She didn’t know why she bothered, honestly. She doubted he’d hear her, his nose buried so far in his crafting table. She could have walked in front of him completely naked, and it still wouldn’t have been enough to catch his eye.
You know that isn’t true.
Shaking the voice from her head, she grabbed her leather jacket and tomed from one hotel to the next. The change was drastic, the bright lights and bustle of the human life fading to the rundown, quiet nest of Andras. She preferred the latter. There wasn’t anyone to bother her, and the shadows offered her a comfort she couldn’t find anywhere else. Releasing an agitated breath, her eyes swept the lobby and her nose crinkled in annoyance. Of ******* course she isn’t where she’s supposed to be. With another agitated sigh, she shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket and headed for the portal that would lead her to the lobby of the Flats. She had hoped to avoid the place. It wasn’t because of the scent of the gruesome sight of the corpses decayed guts sprayed across the walls and ceiling, but because of how utterly over populated it was. Just walking in the door almost sent the Necromancer into a panic attack.
There wasn’t a way in hell that she was going to go inside anytime soon.
Pulling her phone from the pocket of her jacket, she scrolled through until she found the woman’s name. Her thumb hovered over the message button as doubt entered her thoughts, and she shook her head slowly. She knew what she needed to teach her – she just had no idea where to start. Yes, you do. The second the unfamiliar voice brushed across her ear, the image of the sewers – dark and damp – formed in her mind. Oh, yeah. That would be perfect. With a new found amusement, she quickly typed Meet me outside the flats and shoved her phone back into her jacket.
Perhaps this sire thing wouldn’t be so bad after all.