Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters other then my OC Sophira Johnson
A/N: So I came up with the idea for this story the other day and decided to write it out and publish it. A little disclaimer- this is the first story that I've uploaded so I apologise if the quality isn't too great and any constructive criticism would be welcome but please be polite- I'm a awkward little human. Anyway I hope everyone enjoys.
She had discovered a simple joy in sitting on window ledge for a few minutes everyday after waking up, observing the city while it hummed and buzzed into life below her.
It was, in a way strange.
To gaze upon the streets below; Tasting the energy, drinking it in, savouring the undiluted flavors that wafted up to her window in pulsating waves from the living breathing community of people that resided below her.
She would gaze down on the small portion of the world below her, watching the people walk down the streets, all going at different paces, all trying to achieve different goals and all completely oblivious to the white haired girl, sitting on the ledge of a window, at the very top of the grand hotel.
Until the day that someone wasn't oblivious and for the every first time;
She was noticed.
She had picked him out of the crowd the moment he came into view, her enhanced eye sight picking up on things that others could not, both in the physical and spiritual world. He was dressed in a formal black uniform that stood out from the bright coloured clothing of those around him, his blond curls neatly framed his head and as he walked the crowd seemed to split down the middle, making way for him as he passed through. His energy seemed to blow away the others, it was overwhelmingly strong, twisting the air around him, its chaotic nature devouring the lesser forces around it.
And without warning, he paused and his head shot up.
She could feel his gaze on her, searing into her, looking into the dark corners of her mind and soul in order to see her darkest thoughts, secrets and desires.
Unfortunately for him, her soul was shrouded away, blocked from his view.
He raised his perfectly groomed eyebrows, a slight smirk on his face.
He could sense that she was different, not entirely human, just as she knew that he wasn't overly human either. She looked down at him, maroon tainted lips stretching into a grin; before she swung her legs around and dropped back into the room, her black spiral leg stiletto heels clicking against the grey floors as she exited her room and continued down the penthouse hallway, the long back of the black, chiffon dress flowing behind her as she glided unnaturally fast down the hallway, opting to take the stairs instead of the elevator, tapping into the energy that simmered just under her skin, the second the door to the stairwell closed, using it to send herself down multiple floors in the blink of an eye, before exiting the stairwell on the second floor of the lobby.
She could sense his energy outside the walls of the hotel, it was like a beacon, burning and fizzing, she could see it like a pinprick on a map when she closed her eyes, and she could feel it growing stronger, sparking through the building as he entered.
She walked past the barren bar, not an uncommon site for the time of the day, Liz and Iris would be in the back behind the counter, check in wasn't for another hour and any one of the guests (who actually had stuff to do with their lives other then drink and smoke weed all day and night) had wandered out in their backpacks and polo shirts hours ago, making the lobby devoid of life, except for the blond boy in black who strolled through the Hotel Cortez as if he owned the place.
She hoisted herself up onto the rail that lined the balcony and swung her legs around, letting the momentum carry her over the golden fence so that she was falling down to the ground floor, landing silently in a crouch before rising and walking towards the boy as if she had simply jumped down the stairs instead of having free fallen down two stories and landed in five inch heels.
"Well, well, who do we have here?" her voice rang out, as delicate as a silver bell. She grinned at the boy as he turned around, his brilliant blue eyes looked her over, not lingering on any particular part of her, before coking his head slightly to the side. "Sophira Johnson" she told him extending her hand that he wearily shook.
"Michael Langdon" he replied
"Well Michael; I'm assuming your not just here to try the martinis".
"No" he answered smoothly "I'm here to collect a witch that lives here".
"Queenie?" she answered, peridot green eyes twinkling with mirth as the boy nodded in confirmation. " you are aware that she's dead right"
"yes I do" he told her
"well then, I'll help you find her, she should be in her room being forced into playing cards but you never know" she shrugged moving towards the elevator, not giving him anytime to object.
"why would you help me?" he questioned her
"well, its either escort you or go back up to the penthouse for a dress fitting and be stuck full of pins and needles; personally I think you're the lesser of two evils" she chuckled lightly at the irony of what she was saying "now as for Queenie; what do you want with her anyway, not many people find a use for the dead"
"I need her in order to prove a point" he glanced down at her as she entered the elevator and selected the fourth floor.
"A point" she said, raising her eyebrow at him, "what point"
"I need to prove to the supreme that I'm powerful enough to take the test of the seven wonders and to do that I need to get her attention" he said, his honey dipped voice in light agitation at her questions but also in curiosity of the strange girl, whose magic tingled against his skin, the familiarity of it making goosebumps rise on his arms.
"Supreme huh," she said thoughtfully "now, just one last question" she smirked at him as the elevator chimed, signalling their arrival.
"Yes" he sighed, watching her closely as she stepped out into the halls, taking a few steps down the hall, all whilst continuing to grin up at him, her eyes twinkling in amusement, like a child who knew something her parents didn't.
"Why is Lucifer's son hanging around a bunch of witches?"