The moment that Riza stepped through the door of her home, she closed the door and pressed her back against the cool wood and slowly slid down it until she was resting on the floor. Dear god what had she been thinking going out to a social party like this, tonight? Had she maybe been suffering a bout of temporary insanity? She wondered as she lifted a shaky hand to pull the pins from her upswept hair. Causing the long silky strands to fall down around her face, neck, and shoulders to it's usual mid back length.
She would be the first to admit that she had been somewhat looking forward to tonight's social gathering and mingling with other people for a change.
Usually the only time/times she managed to mingle or socialize at all was when she was either in the hospital or on the job. And none of those really counted as happy occasions.
Feeling her body still trembling from her encounter with the man that that damned old biddy had shoved her into the arms of, at the party, she lifted her arms to wrap them around herself as if seeking to protect herself from harm.
Why? Because she was one of the most world renowned psychics living in New York and that damned biddy had shoved her right into the arms of- what had felt to her like- the devil himself.
Seriously, how the fuck was she the only one that had been able to sense that man's aura? Granted that as a psychic her senses tended to be a little more sharper than the average person's, but still...that man...his aura...it-it didn't even feel human to her. It was too unrestrained. Too powerful.
And it had practically pulsed and acted as if it were an actual living thing!
The rhythmic ebb and flow of it had damn near knocked her out when she had first felt it. And she had felt the stupid thing for miles before her arrival to the party! So imagine just how much more startling and overwhelming it had been for her to be at ground fucking zero.
The second that she had stepped near the door to the building, she had nearly fainted from the overwhelming pressure that had been pressing down on her.
She had managed to stay on her feet, though just barely, and had been more than a little bit disoriented when she had walked through the door- and been grabbed by that elderly woman- whom had then proceeded to drag her around before thrusting her into the arms of that man (*cough* satan *cough*) and then promptly abandoned her.
Why, the next time she saw that old woman she was going to give her a piece of her mind.
Still...she had pretty much done what she had set out to do tonight, albeit unintentionally. Ever since she had moved to New York several months back, she had felt that damn man's aura pressing down on her and had wondered what was causing the weird phenomenon.
And now that she knew- she was weighing the pros and cons of moving to the mountains far, far away somewhere remote and unfindable by normal means.
Maybe she still had that science project from the fifth grade? The death ray that she had built to vaporize her arch nemesis. If she did then maybe she could tweak it and turn it into a time machine?
"It's a thought." She muttered to herself as she finally felt the effects of her encounter with the man, wear off, and the trembling of her body finally ceased long enough for her to slowly push herself up so that she was standing again, and with a sigh slipped off her heels and began to strip herself out of her dress as she walked away from the door.
She'd pick up her stuff later, but right now she was tired enough to happily ignore the shift in the man's aura and how it felt dancing along her skin in lieu of falling into bed in a semi coma.
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The moment that Orion had left the party, he hadn't bothered with his limo. Nor with calling a cab for himself- he was much too interested in tracking down his future mate to care overly much about how he got home.
So after about two hours of searching the city, he finally managed to find the cab that his future mate had left in.
However the driver hadn't been able to do anything but wet himself and yell nothing but incoherent sentences in Italian when Orion had practically ripped off the driver side door, and yanked the human out of his seat and had then slammed him against his own vehicle, and proceeded to snarl in his face that he wanted information on the female that he had picked up from the Auto Inc. party just two hours prior.
And upon realizing that he had more or less just assaulted a defenseless human for nothing- Optimus had then dropped him and then raked a hand through his long dark hair and then decided to go home and try contacting a few of his men to see if they could help him.
But without an approximate age, year of birth, blood type and last name- he wasn't sure what would pop up. If anything did at all.
The journey back to his home took another hour on foot, and once he got there and shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie as he wandered down the darkened hallway to his study where he sank down in the large leather, wingback chair and closed his eyes and tried to focus on the telepathic link he and his men shared when he noticed with more than a little bit of curiosity that there was an unknown link forming.
It was weak.
Unstable at most.
But it was there nevertheless. Deciding to explore it a little bit, he carefully probed at it and damn near jumped out of his fragging skin when he realized that it was a link to the woman's mind.
She was scared. That was one of the most tangible feelings he got from her. Her fear. However he also managed to pick up other things as well. Irritation, censure, and a little bit of offbeat humor about a death ray and a time machine. Both were something that he filed away within his mind so that he could ask her about them later on as finally her fear waned, leaving her feeling nothing but exhausted.
It was just a little bit after that, that he severed the link for the moment so that she could rest, and leaned back in his chair, his neon blue eyes glowing eerily in the darkness as he planned out his next move.