{ricochet}
Posted: 07 Aug 2016, 05:22
“I just want to let it go on the record that I think you're a fuckin’ loon for meeting with your wife.” She didn’t look up from her nearly manicured nails as the Titan came to a stop at the intersection. Logan only rolled his eyes, his jaw clenching in the way that it would when he was angry. The ice blue shade seemed two shades lighter as he gripped the steering wheel so hard that she was sure there would be a dent later. “Ex-wife.” He corrected. It was the tone that had her looking up at him with an upraised eyebrow that he ignored. He knew her opinion on the matter of his divorce. She thought he should have just killed Mariah.
Of course, that was because his wife was now taking half of his assets and Marisol was the one who managed all of his finances. He had agreed to everything after an argument with his thrall and she had wanted to punch in his perfect smile. “You are still a fuckin’ loon.” The model-turned-accountant spoke matter-of-factly, not that she had much room to talk. It wasn’t a secret between the two that Marisol thought negative things about her master, nor was it any bit of a surprise that she hated him and wanted him dead on many occasions. The ***** had shot him twice after all, after he had tried to feed on her and had been unable to find any pretty redheads that looked like his former wife to satisfy his urges with.
“Twat of the month says she's running a few minutes late.” Marisol turned her attention to the cell phone in her lap. It was a burner phone he had purchased to deal with Mariah shortly after she had found him during his period of trying to avoid the woman at all costs. She didn’t hear what his response was as she looked out the window and watched as the trees rolled past. They had been driving for a little while and she didn’t recognize any of their surroundings. Why Mariah had asked for Logan to meet him out there was beyond her, but at the end of the evening, as long as Marisol could say ‘I told you so’ to the blue eyed Casanova, she was fine.
Worst come to worst? She would have to clean up one of his messes after he found some stupid tramp at a bar. At the thought of it, Marisol could only roll her eyes. The last one had been shredded differently than the others, a sign that Logan was losing control. Devolving as a serial killer. His work was sloppy. She still didn't think she had gotten all of the blood out of her jeans. She felt the Titan roll to a stop and as her master turned the key, cutting the engine, her brown eyes moved to the man sitting beside her. His jaw was clenched shut again, his ice blue eyes staring out the window at the building that she barely could make out. “What is this dump, anyway?” She asked, gazing at Logan with a bored expression playing across her features.
“It was my father's hunting cabin.”
He rumbled, studying the building in a way that told her that he was seeing something that her human eyes couldn’t make out in the darkness. The way he said it had Marisol squinting. A frown played across her pink lips, a shake of her head following before she pulled a piece of chewing gum from her pocket and popped it into her mouth without the wrapper. “Let’s just get this over with.” She sighed. It was useless, she thought, considering the woman would just rob him of everything he owned in a few weeks time - and that was even if he got them to do the court date in the evening. They sat quietly for a few moments, Marisol supposed that the male was trying to gather his wits - she knew Mariah was one of the few people that could truly get under Logan's skin, and then when he opened his door, she was surprised to hear the next words from his lips.
“Stay here unless I call for you.”
He instructed.
And she could only blink at him, not quite believing what she had heard. Logan's expression didn’t change, his light blue eyes seemingly blank as he stared down at her with a frown across his lips. Her hand moved away from the handle on her door, a shake of the head following as there was a mild flutter that traced through her system. She didn’t believe it. He was telling her to stay? “What the hell?” The woman pursed her lips at him before leaning back, closing her eyes for the time being. Afterwards, she heard the car door shut and the crunch of his shoes on the wooded path up to the dark cabin. In her pocket, her cell phone went off and Marisol adjusted to retrieve the device. Her sister's face flashed across the screen and she lifted it to her ear, pressing the green talk button as she leaned back, looking towards the direction that Logan had went.
“Hey Chrys. No, I’m not doing anything right now.”
Behind the truck, the Mercedes that Logan had given Mariah pulled up and Marisol rolled her eyes briefly as she listened to her sister chattering on about her career going into the can. Like Marisol, Chrys was a model - the only difference was that where Chrys hadn’t ran into a psychotic vampire, she had. And as she saw movement at the side of the truck, the woman leaned forward and smacked her palm against the lights to illuminate the inside of the truck. It was a bitchy way to show that yes, she was there, in case Mariah was intentionally trying to see if Logan had come alone. But, rather than hear bitchy screaming as she expected, there was only silence that followed.
“Sol?”
Her sister's voice drew her attention back to the device at her ear. “What do you think?” It took her a moment to realize she hadn’t heard anything. The brown eyed woman frowned. “I’m sorry, Chrys, I was doing something for Logan.” Marisol lied. There was an ‘oooh’ at the other end of the line that showed she had said the right words. “How is Mr. Perfect anyway?” Chrys and her family had believed Logan when he had lied and told them that she was his fiancée, a lie that had Marisol putting a bullet into his *** for after they had gotten back to his apartment. “Dealing with his ex wife.” Marisol didn’t bother to lie about that. It would just give her sister more to talk about as she got comfortable and rolled down one of the windows so that she could listen to the outside.
Of course, that was because his wife was now taking half of his assets and Marisol was the one who managed all of his finances. He had agreed to everything after an argument with his thrall and she had wanted to punch in his perfect smile. “You are still a fuckin’ loon.” The model-turned-accountant spoke matter-of-factly, not that she had much room to talk. It wasn’t a secret between the two that Marisol thought negative things about her master, nor was it any bit of a surprise that she hated him and wanted him dead on many occasions. The ***** had shot him twice after all, after he had tried to feed on her and had been unable to find any pretty redheads that looked like his former wife to satisfy his urges with.
“Twat of the month says she's running a few minutes late.” Marisol turned her attention to the cell phone in her lap. It was a burner phone he had purchased to deal with Mariah shortly after she had found him during his period of trying to avoid the woman at all costs. She didn’t hear what his response was as she looked out the window and watched as the trees rolled past. They had been driving for a little while and she didn’t recognize any of their surroundings. Why Mariah had asked for Logan to meet him out there was beyond her, but at the end of the evening, as long as Marisol could say ‘I told you so’ to the blue eyed Casanova, she was fine.
Worst come to worst? She would have to clean up one of his messes after he found some stupid tramp at a bar. At the thought of it, Marisol could only roll her eyes. The last one had been shredded differently than the others, a sign that Logan was losing control. Devolving as a serial killer. His work was sloppy. She still didn't think she had gotten all of the blood out of her jeans. She felt the Titan roll to a stop and as her master turned the key, cutting the engine, her brown eyes moved to the man sitting beside her. His jaw was clenched shut again, his ice blue eyes staring out the window at the building that she barely could make out. “What is this dump, anyway?” She asked, gazing at Logan with a bored expression playing across her features.
“It was my father's hunting cabin.”
He rumbled, studying the building in a way that told her that he was seeing something that her human eyes couldn’t make out in the darkness. The way he said it had Marisol squinting. A frown played across her pink lips, a shake of her head following before she pulled a piece of chewing gum from her pocket and popped it into her mouth without the wrapper. “Let’s just get this over with.” She sighed. It was useless, she thought, considering the woman would just rob him of everything he owned in a few weeks time - and that was even if he got them to do the court date in the evening. They sat quietly for a few moments, Marisol supposed that the male was trying to gather his wits - she knew Mariah was one of the few people that could truly get under Logan's skin, and then when he opened his door, she was surprised to hear the next words from his lips.
“Stay here unless I call for you.”
He instructed.
And she could only blink at him, not quite believing what she had heard. Logan's expression didn’t change, his light blue eyes seemingly blank as he stared down at her with a frown across his lips. Her hand moved away from the handle on her door, a shake of the head following as there was a mild flutter that traced through her system. She didn’t believe it. He was telling her to stay? “What the hell?” The woman pursed her lips at him before leaning back, closing her eyes for the time being. Afterwards, she heard the car door shut and the crunch of his shoes on the wooded path up to the dark cabin. In her pocket, her cell phone went off and Marisol adjusted to retrieve the device. Her sister's face flashed across the screen and she lifted it to her ear, pressing the green talk button as she leaned back, looking towards the direction that Logan had went.
“Hey Chrys. No, I’m not doing anything right now.”
Behind the truck, the Mercedes that Logan had given Mariah pulled up and Marisol rolled her eyes briefly as she listened to her sister chattering on about her career going into the can. Like Marisol, Chrys was a model - the only difference was that where Chrys hadn’t ran into a psychotic vampire, she had. And as she saw movement at the side of the truck, the woman leaned forward and smacked her palm against the lights to illuminate the inside of the truck. It was a bitchy way to show that yes, she was there, in case Mariah was intentionally trying to see if Logan had come alone. But, rather than hear bitchy screaming as she expected, there was only silence that followed.
“Sol?”
Her sister's voice drew her attention back to the device at her ear. “What do you think?” It took her a moment to realize she hadn’t heard anything. The brown eyed woman frowned. “I’m sorry, Chrys, I was doing something for Logan.” Marisol lied. There was an ‘oooh’ at the other end of the line that showed she had said the right words. “How is Mr. Perfect anyway?” Chrys and her family had believed Logan when he had lied and told them that she was his fiancée, a lie that had Marisol putting a bullet into his *** for after they had gotten back to his apartment. “Dealing with his ex wife.” Marisol didn’t bother to lie about that. It would just give her sister more to talk about as she got comfortable and rolled down one of the windows so that she could listen to the outside.