WOOPA 3th CHAPTER. I try to finish up a 4th chapter this sunday. again sorry if i made horrible mistakes with the grammar. English is my 2nd language, and dyslexia doesn't really help either. ANYHOW LETS GOOOOOoooooo.


We're always trying to justify our actions with ideals. But ideals cannot give grounds for killing another person. The act of taking a life will always be considered... evil. - Yoshimura


Getting those tasks done made her forget last night, she should not care but it was still a human that she killed. It was nothing new and let say the sorry piece of human flesh would not be missed. But she still took justice in her own hands even though the was not the law. But she didn't choose to be a ghoul either. Some ghouls think they are the law. Being overpowered and menacing probably does that to a soul. She too, was tainted. But one learns to live with it.

Her heels were clicking towards the conference room, the meeting would soon start. This probably would about the lay outs and the essential tasks that needed to be performed by the staff.

Stopping before the glass door she could see that everyone was already there. Damn. She was a little late, discarding the bones she left in her purse. How could she be so careless, she didn't know. At least it was dealt with now.

Opening the bloody reflective door, making her eyes squint, entering the slight buzzing room. The click of the door closing gained her some head turns and friendly smiles, but others paid her no mind.

'Ah, I believe everyone is here,' Miranda stated with a dry icy tone, glancing at Andrea while she took a seat in the middle of Emily and Nigel. 'I wanted to start with an announcement of an upcoming event. ' Everyone shifted in their seats, a mixture of anxiety and excitement flowed in the air, which made Andy smirk a little. 'Runway will host their own charity gala this year at the 18th of October.'

The date made Andy smile, which formed into a cringe. That was on Ophelia's 21th birthday. God she missed her so much. The shy smirk when she gained something she thought she couldn't. The slightly posh British accent that she unknowably gained while they talk through skype. The hair she dyed snow white and sometimes pastel pink, being tugged in to a loose ponytail. Her baby sister was all to her. She even missed her beautiful kagune, a ghouls predatory organ. Andy her kagune was completely blood red save from some tiny black veins, when released from within her shoulder blades. The liquid muscle pulsing when she let her ghoul fully go. They look like wings, draping like thick droplets of black paint. Almost like her mother. Ophelia's kagune, was something else. It would grow from her lower back, tail like. It resembled a lot of ivy vines meshing and crawling. Some 'vines' even latched out separately making the kagune look even more untamed on her tiny form. Maybe her sister was secretly untamed, under that skin of hers. Andy always talked, Ophelia listened. Andy approached, Ophelia analysed you first, like a kitten staring at you from a bush, thinking it was hiding well. She should really call her-..

'Andrea?' she felt a voice cut her like a hot knife, making her jump and alert. 'Is this meeting not up to your standards, Andrea?'

Jesus, that is one way to put it. A charming Sachs smile formed on her face. 'Of course not Miranda,' looking around her for any form of excuse. AHA! The television was on, showing a newsfeed. 'I was just distracted by the news.' She saw the editor purse her lips and glance at the flat screen in the middle of the room. 'Yes, it is indeed a gruesome sight to be seen.'

The comment made Andy frown and take an second glance at the television. Fuck. That was the 'sight' she caused. Jack Morewood, serial rapist and murderer, killed brutally. Attacker not found. flashed on the lower part of the screen, showing shady filmed shots of the alley, police sirens reflecting in the windows.

'But I cannot say he would be missed.' Miranda's low, steady voice floated through the room.

'Still, this person, if we still can call the murderer one, is taking the law in their own hands,' Nigel spoke up, next to Andrea, 'They had no right.'

They would've never found him, but indeed I had no right. But neither did he.

'But can we really blame this person though,' Jocelyn piped in, her curly red mane bouncing while she shook her head. 'Is it so bad a serial rapist slash murderer is gone, maybe the NY police would've never found the bastard.' A murmur of agreement was the response of the room.

'Do you think it is a Ghoul?' Serena whispered, worrying her upper lip. some hearing what she said.

'Don't be absurd, Serena, ' Emily scoffed, gaining a wounded look from the blonde. 'Those things only live in Japan, I doubt they even come off that godforsaken island anyway.'

'You do know those things have the ability to hop on a plane, right Emily,' Andy almost snarled.

'Jesus Sachs, I wouldn't know.' Emily held up her hands in a mock surrender. Her haughty voice ringing in Andrea's ears. 'I have never met one in person, how would I know their abilities.' Oh but you do know one Emily.

'May I ask what a ghoul is, I've never heard of such being.' A clacker asked, with a confused scowl on his face.

'That is because they are not real, don't believe in such children's tales, darling.' Nigel cheekily winked at the young man, making him blush and Andy giggle. 'these mythical beings are known for their human consumption, they live on our flesh, blood and bones.' Nigel spoke with an air of flamboyant theatrics, making Andy roll her eyes. Of course he would go on full drama mode on her species. 'They cannot eat regular foods and drinks, except water.' Andy took an amused sip of her carry-on coffee.

'Well for someone who does not believe in such childish tales, you know an awful lot, Nigel.' The editor sounded bored. 'So, may we continue this work related conference or would you like to read the very hungry caterpillar to all of us?'

This made Andrea almost snort out her coffee through her nose, gaining a glare from Nigel. Oh my god, that was a good one.

'I would like everyone to perform their task that are written down on the white board here.' The dragon said, flipping her silver hair out of her face. How the fuck do you achieve such gracefulness? If the brunette would do that she would look like she was at a Korn concert, head banging to freak on a leash. 'Now I would like to make an end to this and move on to our workday, that's all.'

After some yes Miranda'sand the fast rolling of chair wheels over carpet, almost leaving burn tracks, everyone left to do their impossible duties. The Dragon may have lost some bite, but that didn't mean she could burn you with that fire breath if hers. But Andy did not move, she was left staring at the flashes on the big plasma screen right in front of her. Did she truly left such a terrible mess? She was never a clean eater, her mother neither. Ophelia was clean though, some would even say that she was gentle. Thanking whoever delivered her this meal. Only tiny spots of blood at the corners of her mouth. Andy looks like she ate a whole bowl of spaghetti bolognese at the speed of lightning. A very horrific spaghetti bolognese.

Standing up abruptly, almost scaring the living daylights out of Miranda. She searched for her name at the whiteboard and the tasks she needed to perform. She was surprised to see that she doesn't have many tasks to fulfil, only the basic send invitations, help fine a caterer-necessities. Her surprise must have shown on her face because Miranda answered the unspoken question. 'I thought you could use less work, Andrea' the older woman looked upon her with a hidden sympathy. Andy saw it in her eyes though, she was concerned, but for what? Did she really look like a mess. 'I have been noticing you are out of sorts lately, is there truly nothing wrong?' Wait, Miranda has been noticing her and worried about her? The notion of it made the brunette's stomach flutter.

'Oh, I am fine Miranda, I just have some little things on my mind. I miss my family, ' she sighed absently. 'just the little things.'

Miranda still didn't look pleased with the answer, but did accept it. 'How is that cook boy of yours doing?'

'Who, Nate? He is working in Boston now, as a sous-chef,' sighed again, running a hand through choppy hair, she felt horrible guilty. 'We broke up before we went to Paris.'

'I am sorry to hear that,' the editor said, her voice betraying the lack of it, sorry. Andy didn't mind though. She knew she was not right for Nate. 'Anyhow, let's get to work shall we?' the older woman said, a smirk pulled at silver haired woman's mouth, if you didn't look closely you would have missed it, but of course Andrea didn't. Andrea never did. Giving the editor her famous I am from Connecticut and not a dangerous monster smile and picked up her things. 'Yes, Miranda,' the doe-eyed ghoul muttered and left as fast a she could through the glass door, almost banging her head through it. Her heart beating out of control.

No, Andrea Sachs never missed a single thing with Miranda


I tried to make it light as possible, hopefully with success. cos the next chapter will be dark like Sagittarius A* black hole. SO I tried to compromise. I tend to write very dark, sarcastic almost depressingly. You should've seen my essay in high school about The Legend of Zelda and why we are so keen on time travel. 15 year old me was one pretentious arse.