AN: I do not own any Night World aspects of this story except the Chiteaza characters and their species. That is mine. Also, while this is my second fanfic, this is the one I really like, and I will explain about 'Chiteaza's' later on in the story.
When Airiyana woke the next morning, she remembered the conversation the night before and winced- she hadn't meant to give that much away. Looking in the wardrobe, she scowled; her ma hadn't picked out anything nice- i.e.- black. After cursing her luck she dived into the en suite shower. Pulling on the black trousers she wore yesterday and an okay red t-shirt, she strolled down to the dinning room, planning on grabbing something to eat and then leaving for breakfast.
Thierry was nowhere in sight, which let Air relax slightly, although not much, as she didn't like being surrounded by trained fighters whom she didn't know or trust. Air's phone rang as she entered the kitchen, causing the five people who sat at the table to look up and notice her. "What?" she snapped into the phone as she slumped into an empty seat.
"Selectivina balactoli vavoniaca soloiti?" Found a contract for half million in Vegas, interested?
"Saliontia" Of course. Air chuckled. That would be the perfect thing to make her days brighter- an assassination. "Avenaga malanga grianda" This'll annoy ma. Thanks.
"Actilontia velzoni" send word to you.
"Balavi" bye.
The other occupants of the table were staring at her as if she had sprouted another head. They quickly turned their attentions back to their food when Air glared at them. Walking over to the fridge, Air picked out bacon, sausages and eggs before placing them on a near-by counter. Stepping back with a sigh, Air realised she didn't have a clue where anything was, so, muttering "Celive-alaci" and picturing a frying pan in her mind, she located it. To her observers, it looked like magic how she immediately picked the cupboard with the frying pan straight away, and in a way, it was.
Putting the pan on the gas hob, she heated it and efficiently broke each of the three eggs into it. After adding the bacon and sausages, she sat back at the table and sent a text to an 'associate'. Once her meal was done- she liked the sausages undercooked, as it would not harm her- she tucked in, ignoring the questioning glances her way by people passing through the kitchen.
After finishing, she left her plate on the table- no way in hell was she going to wash up- and waltzed out of the kitchen into a sitting room type thing. John Quinn and a human girl were in a heated argument at the time, which drew to a finish when Quinn noticed Air, and his eyes widened. Air leant back on the door frame as she studied the ex-killer.
"John, who's this? Do you know her?" Quinn's companion asked him, confused at his behaviour.
"More than just know her." Quinn growled, angry. "I haven't forgotten what you did in New York, Airiyana. You left me to fight fifteen lamia. You left me to die. I haven't forgotten, and I haven't forgiven you."
Quinn stepped toward Air as confused daybreakers watched from the doorway's uneasily. Quinn was one of them, but Air was a Chiteaza, and extremely strong and powerful for her age. They leapt for each other, both going for the other's throat. It was not an even match- while Quinn was older and more experienced, but Air was far stronger and faster. The noise quickly drew unwanted attention.
"What is going on here?" Thierry was mad. He grabbed Airiyana by the back of her neck and shook her. Ash Redfern and Morgead Blackthorn struggled to hold a snarling Quinn back. "You're not even here one day and you're already fighting! What is it? He insulted you?"
"Hardly. We have some... history... and he wasn't very pleased to see me. I was just standing by the door and he dived at me. I would appreciate it if you let me go- you're hurting my neck."
Thierry let Air's neck go, but kept a firm grip on her arm. "Quinn. What do you have to say about this? You should know better than to start a fight in my home."
Quinn snarled at Thierry, still struggling. "She left me in an ambush in New York, last year. Fifteen to one, and I only managed to escape with my life."
"Well if you were so stupid as not to check-"
"Coward." Quinn shouted.
"Don't. Call. Me. A. Coward." Air twisted out of Thierry's grip and dove at Quinn just as he broke free. They hit the floor with a thud and proceeded to snap, scratch and bite each other. Quinn managed to get Air onto her stomach, but she shifted to a snake and slid out of his grasp.
"Owww!" Air snarled. Thea had just sent a burst of witch fire to both Airiyana and Quinn, blasting them apart. It provided enough of a distraction for the observers to pin the snarling and spitting combatants on the floor.
"Airiyana! Quinn! Stop now!" Thierry was livid. He stepped between the two of them and glared at them.
"It's Air!" Air was starting to see the funny side to it all now and started to crack up. "You really should see your face at the moment!" By now Air was rolling around on the floor, clutching her stomach, tears streaming out of her eyes. The rest of the room smothered smiles as they watched Air's antics and Quinn's efforts holding back a grin, (or two).
"Oh. Look who it is. It's the bane of our existence. Airiyana the bloody pain in the arse. Literally." Air looked up to see three people standing in the doorway. Three people who Air had hoped to never see again.
