Well. here it is the sequel to an Icy Blaise. Blaising Iron probably could be read as a stand alone, but will probably make more sense if you read the An Icy Blaise first. Enjoy!
I was seeing red…and no for once, it wasn't just, like, my hair at the edges of my vision. I was furious, enraged, on the brink of insanity and I couldn't wait to take it out on my two-timing, soon to be ex-fiancé. We were going to be married this winter, like, the day after Christmas, but then I saw him making out with some brunette in a bar on my way home from the diner. At first I cried…for days. I lied and told him my great-aunt something or another died and luckily he believed me. Then the sadness just faded into a simmering rage. I nervously bit my lip as I pulled into the driveway of our house. I took a second to recollect myself and double checked my make-up. I wanted to look fabulous when I, like, ended it. I wiped some stray mascara from around my dark brown, almost black eyes, straightened my dark blue blouse, and scrunched my hair before calmly walking into the house. I was a ticking time bomb. All it would take is one word from him and boom utter chaos would ensue. It took all my will power to keep myself from biting my lip as I waited for him to greet me. It was a nervous tick that most people picked up on within minutes of meeting me. Leo and I had been together for three years, since, like, our junior year of college. I loudly set my keys down on the kitchen counter and I could hear him moving around in the living room. He walked in to greet me with his arms open.
"Amber, I'm glad you're home early tonight." He gave me the same genuine grin that he gave me every time that he had seen me for the past three years. Like, he wasn't seeing another woman. If he didn't want to date me then why did he ask me to marry him? He should have just broken up with me instead of trying to keep up with this charade.
"Why? Was the brunette down at Tony's Bar busy tonight?" I tightly smiled back, crossing my arms.
"Uh, no?" He uneasily replied as he tried to lean forward to hug me. I took a step backwards.
"I saw you kissing her." I evenly replied, watching him carefully for any nervous ticks, but he didn't get nervous…he got angry.
"You think that I was cheating on you?" He slowly replied.
"I saw you cheating on me." I snapped, my dark brown eyes searching his blue ones, still hoping that I was wrong.
"What evidence do you have? How do you know that it was even me?" He protested, he voice slowly raising in volume.
"So you weren't cheating on me?" I disbelievingly asked.
"No I was not cheating on you babe." He reassuringly replied as he gently rubbed my arms.
"I'm sorry it's… just that it's been a hard week at the diner. I just need to relax by watching some T.V. I'm really sorry about all this." I apologized as I walked towards the living room, but he stopped me by grabbing my elbow and spinning me around.
"NO!" He cleared his throat, "I mean, how about you go upstairs and change into something comfortable. I can make dinner tonight." He offered.
"Okay…" I apprehensively replied as I walked up the steps to our bedroom. At the top of the steps I stomped over to our room and loudly closed the door so that he would think I was in the room. I sat, perched at the top of the steps watching the kitchen. I didn't trust him and it was awfully suspicious how he was so against me going into the living room. After waiting a few seconds I hear him whisper,
"Coast is clear." I gasped as I watched a long pair of tan legs walk out from the living room. He escorted her to the door and then started to heat something up on the stove. I took a deep breath to, like, calm myself down before I destroyed something of his. I plastered a fake smile on my face and walked down the steps.
"Hey, babe, I was going to make spaghetti…does that sound good to you?" Leo asked, just pretending that he hadn't just snuck someone out of the house.
"So was she a hooker or was she free?" I replied.
"She definitely wasn't..." He started to replied, but then he trailed off, "Oh shit."
"You fucking bastard! Thirty seconds ago you literally stood there and told me that you weren't cheating on me!" I screamed at him. The fuse had finally run down and now he was going to have hell to pay.
"Well, I said that I was not cheating on you. Meaning that in the past I wasn't cheating on you." He tried to explain.
"Oh yeah because that makes it, like, all better." I scoffed.
"Uh…yeah?" He asked.
"We're done. I'll be back to collect my stuff in the morning. Have a nice life asshole." I scowled storming out of the backdoor into the dark night. As soon as I got out of sight of the window I ripped my four inch heels off my feet and collapsed to my knees at the edge of the woods that were behind our…my…his house. I felt a familiar tingling sensation in my hands and my vision turned red. I slowly stood up and turned around to face the house. I glanced down at my hands, which now were ablaze and calculatingly looked back up at the house. I slowly raised my hand like I was going to throw a baseball and zoned in on my kitchen window. That's when I heard a twig snap behind me. I whirled around to face whoever had snuck up on my temporarily forgetting about the fire in my hands, but there was no one there.
"Who's there?" I fearfully called out.
"Depends who you ask. Some call me an angel, a savior, and others call me a demon child." I heard a composed female voice call back.
"Show yourself." I unconvincingly ordered, my voice wavering. I heard the voice laugh,
"Only if you promise not to torch the house and/or anything in it."
"Why should you even care about what I do to that house?" I warily asked searching the darkness for the voice.
"Because if you torch the house I have to fill out paperwork and if Leo is still inside when the house gets torched then I have to fill out even more paperwork, and arrest you, which in turn makes me have to fill out even more paperwork." The voice nonchalantly explained.
"Why are you here?" I uneasily asked.
"Damn, you ask a lot of questions…don't you?" The voice jokingly replied.
"Please, just answer them." I brokenly asked. I could feel energy draining out of me. The anger from earlier was fading and the fire in my hands was dimming. I heard a sigh,
"Well, I'm here for you, my dear, and my offer still stands. You promise not to torch the house, I will show myself." The voice flippantly replied. I took a deep breath,
"Fine, I promise not to torch the house."
"And…" The voice coaxed.
"And/or anything in it." I finished.
"Fantastic, now look up." The voice cheerfully ordered. I looked up at the treetops and I spotted a light blue sweatshirt among the dark branches. I scowled and sent a fireball sailing towards the voice, but instead of hitting the target the fireball fizzled out partway there.
"Oh well played. I guess I should've thought to include myself in the list of things that were off-limits to torch, but I guess you live and learn." The voice carelessly replied, completely unaffected by the fact that I had just sent a fireball towards her.
"Is everything a joke to you?" I snapped.
"No, just funny things." The voice dismissively replied, "Now, like I was about to say, I am going to come down there so we can have a civil conversation. Are you going to try and light me up again or are we going to act like adults?" The voice condescendingly asked.
"I suppose so." I replied trying to sound as cool and collected as the voice.
"Get rid of the fire." The voice ordered.
"I don't trust you." I warily replied, not sure how the voice would respond. She laughed,
"Amber Bleu, I've been stalking you for a month. I literally could have killed or hurt you at any time. Trust me if I wanted you dead, your funeral would've already been long over by now."
"Is that supposed to be comforting?" I scoffed. The voice sighed and pulled back her hood. The voice was a girl, probably in her late teens with long blonde hair and icy blue eyes.
"I am eighteen, seven years younger than you. Is that comforting?" The girl asked rolling her eyes.
"I guess." I uneasily replied, extinguishing the flames. She jumped down from the tree and nimbly landed beside me. She held out her hand and smirked,
"Blaise Williams, at your service." I cautiously took her hand and shook it still wary of trusting her. She sighed,
"I can explain everything on the way back to the jet." Blaise grinned. I paused,
"Wait, jet?"
"Yeah, you have a meeting with Director Fury in about thirty minutes." She dismissively waved.
"But, we're in Pennsylvania." I protested,
"And he's in New York. Don't worry sweetheart we won't be late." She confidently smirked.
"What if I refuse?" I nervously asked.
"Aww, that's cute. You think I'm alone." She laughed, but her eyes were as cold and hard as ice. Letting me know that, for once, she wasn't kidding she was, like, dead serious.
I threw open the door that led into Fury's office and flipped my long blonde hair over my shoulder as I walked inside. I threw a pile of paperwork down on his desk and slouched into the seat in front of him.
"How is she?" I asked, thinking about the girl with reddish copper hair that I had brought in a few nights ago.
"Still wary of everyone. She keeps asking for you." Fury replied looking me in the eye. I shrugged uncaringly,
"Because actually gave her an answer when she asked questions. Not getting answers is something she's going to have to get used to if she's going to be stuck here." I evenly replied looking him in the eye and remembering this past summer when I had finally validated my past after my close friend, Tony Stark had hacked S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Coulson would-"Fury started to try and argue with me, but I cut him off.
"Coulson is dead. I am not him, I never will be him, and I would prefer if you would stop trying to convince me to do something by saying that Coulson would have done it." I coldly snapped. Fury sighed and tossed another manila folder across his desk. I thumbed through it and smirked,
"So let me get this straight, I am going to get paid to stalk my friend for a couple of months?" I incredulously asked. Fury nodded and my face exploded into a grin.
"I'll start right now."
Here we go first chapter of Blaising Iron!