Sixteen Candles
Chapter 22
Violet’s POV
I drove through town, dialling a familiar, yet hated, number. The other side of the line was answered by a familiar, yet even more hated, voice.
“Violet, darling.”
“Shut up and tell me where I can find him.” I snapped.
“Mad are we?”
“You have no clue.”
“Fine, He’s in some France at some spa.”
I grimaced in the darkness of my car.
“Should I phone him?”
“No thank you, Jake. I’ll inform him momentarily.” Snapping my phone closed, I felt my eyes slightly glaze over and stepping on the gas, I felt the familiar jolt of intercontinental travel.
Sighing, I changed gears into reverse and carefully slid the car onto the busy roads of Paris.
Casting a mental net over the city, I quickly found my target. Manuvering the car, I parked a few streets over and grabbed a pair of sunglasses.
Entering the hotel, I walked over to the young boy behind the desk.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m looking for a friend of mine.” I purred to him. “He should be in the hot tub, I believe.”
He checked the computer. “Oliver?”
“Yep, that’s him.”
He nodded. “I can have security take you back there once he confirms--”
“That won’t be necessary. I can find my way. And I really want to surprise him.”
Before the guy could comment, I was around the counter and in the direction of the room I needed.
Moments later, I walked into the room and crushed the doorknob.
“Oliver, huh?” I asked.
“Well, Orphious is a bit old world.”
“You’re both old and old world.” I stepped out of the shadows.
Orphious was decent looking. Turned in his early sixties and a man who stressed so little he could pass for his (late) fifties. White hair on his head, eyes so colorless, they can only be inhuman. And he was about ten times the asshole and politician he may seem.
“Don’t be offensive.”
“I will do and be whatever I want.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I am done playing games. Nothing can be worth what you want to put me through.”
He hesitated. “Whoever is making you want out of this, I assure you, it isn’t going to be whatever they tell you it is.”
“No one is telling me anything. This is all my decision.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“You doubt whatever I say, whether its about thing like this or not. I’m through with all of these politics.”
“No you aren’t, you will never be. You can never me through with this. It isn’t that simple.”
“No actually, it is.”
“You are as hard headed as an ox.”
“I’m amazed you even know what an ox is.”
“I am not stupid.”
“No, just to high strung to notice anything past those first class blinders you seem to have on.”
“Watch your tongue.”
“I’ll do whatever I want with my tongue.” I snapped back.
He was beginning to look angry, and though I wasn’t scared, I didn’t have time to deal with this. Snapping my fingers, I grinned as the hot tub quickly iced over.
Orphious hadn’t ever registered what was going on until he couldn’t move.
“Violet--”
“Look, now you get to be as cold as you attempted to make me.” I said.
“You find this funny?!”
“No, I find this fair punishment.”
“Punishment? You have no right to punishment, nor a reason.”
“I have every right to get you back for everything you’ve ever done to me. And everything you ever intend to do. I am done with you’re politics.”
“You’ll never be done. You can’t leave a world you were born into.”
“Why not? You did. Being a vampire saved you from you’re life. Now I get to leave mine. And believe me, if I can’t I will kill you and whoever else tries to stop me.”
I turned around, leaving the tub to slowly melt. I walked out, leaving a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door.
On my way out the door, my phone rang. Jake.
“Yeah.”
“What did you do?”
“Meaning?”
“He just called in a troop of Vampires to your place.”
“Which coven?”
“I don’t know. I just patch him through, remember.”
“Alright. I’ll take care of it.”
“Don’t die.”
“Thanks.”
Turning down a quiet street, I pressed the gas, as the speedometer reached ninety-nine, I opened a portal back to Chicago.
Taking a side road, I was back in my garage in a matter of minutes.
I killed the car, and ran inside, slowing when I heard the voices in the dining room.
I drove through town, dialling a familiar, yet hated, number. The other side of the line was answered by a familiar, yet even more hated, voice.
“Violet, darling.”
“Shut up and tell me where I can find him.” I snapped.
“Mad are we?”
“You have no clue.”
“Fine, He’s in some France at some spa.”
I grimaced in the darkness of my car.
“Should I phone him?”
“No thank you, Jake. I’ll inform him momentarily.” Snapping my phone closed, I felt my eyes slightly glaze over and stepping on the gas, I felt the familiar jolt of intercontinental travel.
Sighing, I changed gears into reverse and carefully slid the car onto the busy roads of Paris.
Casting a mental net over the city, I quickly found my target. Manuvering the car, I parked a few streets over and grabbed a pair of sunglasses.
Entering the hotel, I walked over to the young boy behind the desk.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, I’m looking for a friend of mine.” I purred to him. “He should be in the hot tub, I believe.”
He checked the computer. “Oliver?”
“Yep, that’s him.”
He nodded. “I can have security take you back there once he confirms--”
“That won’t be necessary. I can find my way. And I really want to surprise him.”
Before the guy could comment, I was around the counter and in the direction of the room I needed.
Moments later, I walked into the room and crushed the doorknob.
“Oliver, huh?” I asked.
“Well, Orphious is a bit old world.”
“You’re both old and old world.” I stepped out of the shadows.
Orphious was decent looking. Turned in his early sixties and a man who stressed so little he could pass for his (late) fifties. White hair on his head, eyes so colorless, they can only be inhuman. And he was about ten times the asshole and politician he may seem.
“Don’t be offensive.”
“I will do and be whatever I want.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I am done playing games. Nothing can be worth what you want to put me through.”
He hesitated. “Whoever is making you want out of this, I assure you, it isn’t going to be whatever they tell you it is.”
“No one is telling me anything. This is all my decision.”
“I highly doubt that.”
“You doubt whatever I say, whether its about thing like this or not. I’m through with all of these politics.”
“No you aren’t, you will never be. You can never me through with this. It isn’t that simple.”
“No actually, it is.”
“You are as hard headed as an ox.”
“I’m amazed you even know what an ox is.”
“I am not stupid.”
“No, just to high strung to notice anything past those first class blinders you seem to have on.”
“Watch your tongue.”
“I’ll do whatever I want with my tongue.” I snapped back.
He was beginning to look angry, and though I wasn’t scared, I didn’t have time to deal with this. Snapping my fingers, I grinned as the hot tub quickly iced over.
Orphious hadn’t ever registered what was going on until he couldn’t move.
“Violet--”
“Look, now you get to be as cold as you attempted to make me.” I said.
“You find this funny?!”
“No, I find this fair punishment.”
“Punishment? You have no right to punishment, nor a reason.”
“I have every right to get you back for everything you’ve ever done to me. And everything you ever intend to do. I am done with you’re politics.”
“You’ll never be done. You can’t leave a world you were born into.”
“Why not? You did. Being a vampire saved you from you’re life. Now I get to leave mine. And believe me, if I can’t I will kill you and whoever else tries to stop me.”
I turned around, leaving the tub to slowly melt. I walked out, leaving a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door.
On my way out the door, my phone rang. Jake.
“Yeah.”
“What did you do?”
“Meaning?”
“He just called in a troop of Vampires to your place.”
“Which coven?”
“I don’t know. I just patch him through, remember.”
“Alright. I’ll take care of it.”
“Don’t die.”
“Thanks.”
Turning down a quiet street, I pressed the gas, as the speedometer reached ninety-nine, I opened a portal back to Chicago.
Taking a side road, I was back in my garage in a matter of minutes.
I killed the car, and ran inside, slowing when I heard the voices in the dining room.