Two Sides of the Same Coin

by Littlebird16

Dru Anderson was brought up by nosferat after her mother was killed. She never thought that she would turn against the one who raised her; she had always blindly followed orders. But now she thinks for herself and is starting to realize that maybe everything isn't as it should be. Summary sucks, but come on? Who's actually good at them?

1. Chapter 1

I stand on the corner of the street and do a quick scan of the inside of the coffee shop. August was already inside sipping from a flask which I suspected was Vodka. He was never a coffee person.

I can see him searching the passing crowd for any sign of me, but I had carefully tucked myself out of sight. Until I had scoped the whole situation out, I wasn't showing myself. There are other djamphirs lingering around with him. Closer inspection identifies them as members of the Council.

I dawdle around for several minutes longer, reassuring myself that I wasn't walking into a trap. I breeze through the doors of the cafe with ease and have ordered my latte before he even knows that I'm here.

August stands, his eyes lighting up and the others follow his lead. They look me over; some are awed, others are lit with recognition. It must have been my mother they were thinking of. My heart squeezes down on itself and I push the thought away with force.

"Dru-girl!" He does a quick assessment of my apparel which consists of black sweatpants and my favorite Jack Daniel's tank top. "You're looking nice this morning, sweetheart." He smirks and I want to punch him.

"Shut up, August. You're lucky I bothered to put pants on this morning." Oh yes. I was in a mood.

"One of those days, huh?"

"When I get a call at four in the afternoon, and you don't tell me what you need, I get crabby," I tell him flatly.

"Ah. Yes. The joys of the reversal of nights and days." Someone behind August clears their throat. I'm positive that it was the redhead.

"Uh. Right. Dru? This is Kir, Bru-" he begins. I wave my hand impatiently.

"Hiro, Bruce, Alton, Ezra, Marcus, and Kir. I know. They're all on my Hit List." Everyone freezes in confusion, not fully understanding what a "Hit List" was, but knowing that it probably wasn't good.

I glance at August. "You haven't told them." I make it more of a statement than a question. He pales. "No."

The barista ambles over with my coffee. I gesture for August to continue. He swallows hard and turns to meet their eyes.

"She works for Sergej."

I grunt my confirmation. Taking my coffee from the waitress, I tip her and prop my feet up in the seat in front of me, waiting for the comments to explode.