Status: Re-Writing - Massive changes to story line.
Fireflies.
Black Sealed Letter
I ignored their stares and the way they resembled gold fish with their mouths open, staring at me in shock. I shoved Alex away as his hands slid around my waist to encircle me in an embrace. I wouldn’t be weak in his eyes or theirs; there was a reason why I was on the top of a very long, fiercely competitive list. I was the best the OV had to offer and I wasn’t fucking weak. I barked out orders my voice a voice of reason as it cracked through the room, laced with authority. “Get the tapes, and shut this place down and let fucking Damien know I’m coming in.” Some pathetic little spaz of a hunter was buzzing around me nodding in complete fear, taking notes as I raced around the apartment. I just shook my head as Alex again tried to comfort me, as I slid out the door. Taking the stairs two at a time as I made a bee line for my bike. My Honda, gleamed without any source of light. Its black paint, the colour of midnight. I loved it, it was my pride and joy so to speak, fast and with a roar like a panther.
I slid onto the seat and laced my hands around the handles, I paused though, as I held the bars in my grasp. I heard someone behind me, just a scuff of a boot. I whipped my head around and narrowed my eyes at Alex. He held his hands up, his eyes concerned as he struggled to get the words out fast enough, “Estelle, wait. Look whatever happened, we need to talk about it, Eric was here, what did he do, are you okay?” His eyes raked over me, no heat, just concern within the depths of his blue eyes. I looked at him for a moment, a long moment, saying nothing. Before I started the bike and kicked it into gear, leaving him in a cloud of smoke, as I raced through the night.
There was something majestic about bikes, the speed and the roar of the engine beneath you. I loved the way you were slightly hunched forward, it felt as if you were the one racing through the night not the machine you sat upon. I wove through the cars, going almost twice the legal speed limit, I had no time to waste, and there was something about the speed that calmed my raging emotions.
My head, a mess as it spun with so many different raw and un-categorised emotions. I did my best to shove them to the back of my mind and concentrate on the task on hand, it was what us hunters did best. Shoving things away to do at a later date, and focusing with such fierceness on the task at hand, all other thoughts where blocked for the time being. I needed to get to the Warehouse, the Warehouse, the Headquarters of the OV whatever you liked to call it. Some just called it the House, much easier to scream at one another when everything’s going to hell on the field.
I turned off the freeway and raced through the industrial buildings, leaning the bike into the corners hard, and fast. Finally, with a skid of gravel I slid into the parking lot. I slid off the bike, tossing the keys to one of the guards, they would park it for me. Not that it was their job, but I was the only one with the brand new Honda, and it drew attention to the area. Which makes it their job, security.
There was the usual buzz of activity as I slipped through security, the process infuriating me more than normal tonight. Finally I was cleared and I shoved the doors aside, as they smashed against the walls, all went quiet. I narrowed my eyes as I looked for Damien, and everyone else hushed as I did so. Damien was in charge yes, but they all knew who held the upper hand, and it wasn’t my easy going, pudgy boss or my hot, badass boyfriend. No, the bitch ruled here, so to speak. I moved down the steps, my sounds echoing through the room, as my heeled boots clicked on the concrete. Finally I spotted him, and I couldn’t help but smirk at his expression. He was in stress mode, a mode I easily recognised. He was snapping at some poor computer tech, holding a bunch of wires, shaking it at the man, yelling which caused the vein in his head to pulse in an odd, slightly discussing way. He had dirty blonde hair, which hung limp around his face, some strands clung to his sweaty face I noticed as I made my way towards him. He was short too, I stood at least a few inches over him in my six inch heels.
He heard me coming and blanched and muttered something unintelligible under his breath, before he motioned me into his office. I smiled and followed, before I closed the glass door softly behind me. I turned to him, my eyes narrowed into slits as he sat in his seat, leaning back at a dangerous angle. My voice came out again more like a snarl causing him to wince and blanch further, “Damien, I want you to tell me how the fuck Eric got into my apartment, and how come he was allowed to get that close in the first place. My apartments supposed to be one of the safest in the whole fucking country and he just materialises in there like he owns the place!”
I pause as theirs a knock on the door, and I turn, my teeth clenched. Mouse was back, holding a very formal seeled letter with a big black wax symbol on the front. My anger faded replaced by gold hard fear, we all knew what that crest meant. She stuttered, as she averted her gaze, “Um, miss Estelle, this is for you-u” I took the letter and waved her away, as I turned it over in my hands I heard a soft chuckle. I lifted my gaze and pinned Damien once more but he only continued, “well you’ve been summoned, perhaps the council can answer your questions Estelle.” I narrowed my eyes but I flinched at his words, I had been summoned, I was in some serious trouble then. Fuck.
I slid onto the seat and laced my hands around the handles, I paused though, as I held the bars in my grasp. I heard someone behind me, just a scuff of a boot. I whipped my head around and narrowed my eyes at Alex. He held his hands up, his eyes concerned as he struggled to get the words out fast enough, “Estelle, wait. Look whatever happened, we need to talk about it, Eric was here, what did he do, are you okay?” His eyes raked over me, no heat, just concern within the depths of his blue eyes. I looked at him for a moment, a long moment, saying nothing. Before I started the bike and kicked it into gear, leaving him in a cloud of smoke, as I raced through the night.
There was something majestic about bikes, the speed and the roar of the engine beneath you. I loved the way you were slightly hunched forward, it felt as if you were the one racing through the night not the machine you sat upon. I wove through the cars, going almost twice the legal speed limit, I had no time to waste, and there was something about the speed that calmed my raging emotions.
My head, a mess as it spun with so many different raw and un-categorised emotions. I did my best to shove them to the back of my mind and concentrate on the task on hand, it was what us hunters did best. Shoving things away to do at a later date, and focusing with such fierceness on the task at hand, all other thoughts where blocked for the time being. I needed to get to the Warehouse, the Warehouse, the Headquarters of the OV whatever you liked to call it. Some just called it the House, much easier to scream at one another when everything’s going to hell on the field.
I turned off the freeway and raced through the industrial buildings, leaning the bike into the corners hard, and fast. Finally, with a skid of gravel I slid into the parking lot. I slid off the bike, tossing the keys to one of the guards, they would park it for me. Not that it was their job, but I was the only one with the brand new Honda, and it drew attention to the area. Which makes it their job, security.
There was the usual buzz of activity as I slipped through security, the process infuriating me more than normal tonight. Finally I was cleared and I shoved the doors aside, as they smashed against the walls, all went quiet. I narrowed my eyes as I looked for Damien, and everyone else hushed as I did so. Damien was in charge yes, but they all knew who held the upper hand, and it wasn’t my easy going, pudgy boss or my hot, badass boyfriend. No, the bitch ruled here, so to speak. I moved down the steps, my sounds echoing through the room, as my heeled boots clicked on the concrete. Finally I spotted him, and I couldn’t help but smirk at his expression. He was in stress mode, a mode I easily recognised. He was snapping at some poor computer tech, holding a bunch of wires, shaking it at the man, yelling which caused the vein in his head to pulse in an odd, slightly discussing way. He had dirty blonde hair, which hung limp around his face, some strands clung to his sweaty face I noticed as I made my way towards him. He was short too, I stood at least a few inches over him in my six inch heels.
He heard me coming and blanched and muttered something unintelligible under his breath, before he motioned me into his office. I smiled and followed, before I closed the glass door softly behind me. I turned to him, my eyes narrowed into slits as he sat in his seat, leaning back at a dangerous angle. My voice came out again more like a snarl causing him to wince and blanch further, “Damien, I want you to tell me how the fuck Eric got into my apartment, and how come he was allowed to get that close in the first place. My apartments supposed to be one of the safest in the whole fucking country and he just materialises in there like he owns the place!”
I pause as theirs a knock on the door, and I turn, my teeth clenched. Mouse was back, holding a very formal seeled letter with a big black wax symbol on the front. My anger faded replaced by gold hard fear, we all knew what that crest meant. She stuttered, as she averted her gaze, “Um, miss Estelle, this is for you-u” I took the letter and waved her away, as I turned it over in my hands I heard a soft chuckle. I lifted my gaze and pinned Damien once more but he only continued, “well you’ve been summoned, perhaps the council can answer your questions Estelle.” I narrowed my eyes but I flinched at his words, I had been summoned, I was in some serious trouble then. Fuck.