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Disclaimer: I only wish I could own Twilight - heh, like everyone else. But, these OC's are mine.
Dusk's Puppet Game
By: love.of.the.moonlight
Three: Communication barriers save us all
The entire day, I was on edge. I almost backed into a brand-new Honda when a few classmates called over to greet me in the morning, still jittery about the parking lot meeting last night. When I noticed that Danny hadn't shown up for literature, my anxiety only grew. Whatever I witnessed last night wasn't the kidnapping of a girl for harmless "interrogation". Yvette Rosova was wanted for something - I guessed money, because of her expensive surrounding comfort.
Yet, when I was finally settled back into my desk in the evening, Danny fluidly strode through the doorway, Yvette gliding through behind him - and bruise-free. They disappeared into Danny's office while I logged into the online pool. My enthusiastic grin inverted into a grimace. Senseless Shadows was offline.
With a sigh, I minimized the window, opting to pull out science labs paperwork to productively pass the time. Tonight was going to trudge sluggishly by…
I lifted my eyes to the door to Danny's office as I heard the creak of the doorknob. When I returned my vision to the paperwork, Yvette emerged from the room, followed by Danny. She promptly took a seat on the other side of the reception area, crossing her legs, then placing her folded hands primly just above her knees. Danny, on the other hand, walked directly to me, leaning over the desk to whisper in my ear.
"I'm going to have a short conference with some clients. If Yvette needs anything, call my cell." He paused, glancing back at her. "Do exactly what you did last night if anyone suspicious shows up."
"I will," I vowed quietly as he pulled away from the desk. He merely nodded in response, then passed by Yvette without the slightest acknowledgement. Her luminous emerald eyes remained to the floor.
The only sound in the room for an entire minute was the faint scratch of my pen on the smooth paper before me. Even basic noises, like breathing, were imperceptible to me. I shivered, wondering if the distant atmosphere or the actual temperature was chilly.
"W-what…are you doing?" Yvette managed to stutter out, breaking the silence at last. I waited for a moment, thinking of the most simplistic way to respond, and stunned that she was actually talking to me.
"Some paperwork," I settled on, speaking at an even, painstaking pace.
"Oh. I see." She studied the surroundings of the room, probably in boredom. "You like work?"
"Sure, it's a blast…" I shot back in sarcasm, completely forgetting that the other person in the conversation had a hard enough time understanding plain English. Sure enough, she raised an eyebrow at my comment in uncertainty. "Never mind," I sighed.
"Okay. You are tougher than you seem," she complimented with an amiable smile. "Danny says…he 'picked a good one' to help us."
Although I desperately wanted to know whatever in the world that last statement meant, I knew that she wouldn't be able to clarify further. I grinned in return, setting my pen down to check my online pool. "That's nice."
"He…is very much ready to be like me. But, he forget that I need friend too."
I failed to conceal my look of perplexity. Ready to be like her? Her now obvious loneliness? What was going on?
"Even though we had to take the girl-"
"Hold on," I interrupted politely, staring at my computer in disbelief. Senseless Shadows had just signed in. Then out again.
"What?" She gazed up at me, like a small child that is unaware they did anything wrong.
"Sorry - I, um, thought I did something to the computer," I lied uneasily, still pondering over what had happened. "Yvette…" I began, hoping to successfully change the subject. "Where are you from?"
"Russia. But I do not want to talk about it."
"Okay, that's fine," I tried to respond calmly, debating over whether to pretend I was offline, just to see if Senseless Shadows would sign in again.
"Can I sleep?" She asked, eying the door to Danny's office.
I bit my lip briefly. "I think Danny wants me to watch over you."
"Fine, I sleep here. The plan for 'cure' won't be quiet."
At the moment, I was glad our communication was partially blocked - I had a feeling that she was trying to tell me things that Danny wanted to keep a secret. This cat-like supermodel was so friendly and innocent; I wondered how anyone could willingly choose an appearance that reserved others to basically viewing her.
She curled up into the huge, leather chair, resting her head against the chair's back. "I trust you…"
I exhaled softly, leaning back in my chair while I signed in. Remarkably, my competitor remained on. I clicked on a new table, unsure if he would stay.
Hey, have time for a quick game?
The other end hesitated. Yeah. My family is telling me that I "work too hard" and need to take a break.
Perhaps they're right, I added while I kicked off the game. A score of two came from my shot. Everyone needs a break sometimes.
But everyone doesn't have someone they care about missing right now…
As three became their score, I breathed slowly. I'm deeply sorry to hear that. Is there any way I could possibly help?
No, but I wish you could. She was taken, not lost - and it's not too easy to take her either. I don't see why we're wasting time questioning suspects rather than getting her back…
I flinched in revelation at those words. Taking a girl…being questioned…things were starting to add up. Were Yvette and Danny truly the "good guys", or was this enigmatic and alluring online opponent the right side? I cast a tense glimpse over at Yvette, who dozed silently in her dark leather chair.
Still, I'm sorry about what happened. In a panic to conclude my turn, I completely missed, leaving my score the same. Maybe I could subtly ask around at my work about her?
A minute addition of one contributed to his score as I waited expectantly for his reply. At last, he sent these three words: ask about Alice.
I will, I wordlessly promised, aiming for my next shot. I definitely will.
Before You Go...: Before I wrote this, I was reading Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead - highly interesting side of the vampire mythology and social ladder, if you ask me. So, I became even more fascinated with the Russian culture...and in Twilight, the Italians are supreme. I still wish I had either country in my herritage, but no... Oh well, I still love being Scottish!
-Sweet dreams, love.of.the.moonlight
