Shadow - By: Hell's Huntress
The smell of coffee mixed with wine blended into the late night air. The faint sound of people talking and soft clinking of glass gave a solemn effect to the atmosphere. The lights were a dim shade of yellow, while ceiling fans gave off a small breeze.
The door creaked open. Two men, both dressed in dark grey, walked in and headed straight for a table at the back of the room. Many curious looks were flashed in their direction, though both ignored all the curious glances. The table they occupied was dark.....almost pitch black if it weren't for the small flickering lightbulbs. One ordered a cup of warm soup......a kind that tasted more like bittersweet water.
The other simply leaned forward to continue the arguement they had started earlier before they arrived at the cafe.
" You need to learn. You are far too gentle with them, " Rafe stated solemnly with the same french accent he always carried. He quietly took a sip of the warm liquid.
" Am I? "
A dark chuckle escaped his throat. He looked at the young man with piercing grey eyes and smirked.
" Yes, you are. You have much to learn. Remember that you are what you are now because of me, which means that when I tell you to hurt them you must hurt them. So far I haven't seen you do that..... "
" Exactly. I am what I am now because of you, and I'm surprised at how know that but you never seem to recognize my hatred for you. Your every word, your every action makes me sick......because you helped me become what I am now, " Darien shot a glare at the older man while running a firm hand through his ebony hair. " I never wanted this......this life that I have now. Can I even call it a life? I never wanted you to make me leave what I left behind. " His tone darkened with every word.
Rafe took another sip. His features showed no signs of Darien's bitter words. It was as if he wasn't the least bit affected. However, his eyes showed that he was. He kept his gaze fixed on Darien the whole time.....unmoving and frozen with anger. His eyes seemed to be silently scolding him.
" Your hatred isn't going to do anything, but your rebellious attitude will. "
" Well you wouldn't have to put up with it if you didn't make me this way, " Darien replied with a smirk, thinking that it would change the old man's mind.
Terrible error.
Rafe slammed the cup down on the wooden table, taking Darien off guard. A few drops of the liquid spilled, causing a small red puddle to form. A few heads in the dim cafe turned around to face the two of them. Others turned away while others remained watching the two with curiosity.
Darien looked at Rafe with a questioning look. His eyes flamed with caution and anger blended together.
" I'm being patient with you boy, " Rafe hissed. His slightly wrinkled hands squeezed the cup, causing it to shake. " The only way you'll get rid of me is by proving yourself worthy. Those who are ready to leave their masters are not afraid to kill, never reluctant, and certainly not as stubborn as you are. They are wise, strong, and swift. You are only the last two. You are very skilled, Darien. That you have showed me, but the way you think still holds you back. "
" I never even wanted a master damnit! " Darien blurted out. Regret instantly swept him away. Numerous people looked at him, and Rafe looked extremely disappointed.
" Look, " he muttered almost inaudibly. It was obvious he was trying to hold his patience. " You want your freedom, you need to earn it. I'm giving one last chance to prove yourself. "
He reached into one of his coat pockets and pulled out a torn out newspaper article. He handed it to Darien who took it with sudden force. He as might as well have snatched it from him.
His blue eyes fell upon the article and quickly moved from left to right, sweeping the words with his gaze. His brows knitted together in confusion. " It's a poem. "
" Yes, it is. Look at the picture. "
He shifted his gaze to a small black and white picture right below the poem. It showed a girl with what seemed to be light colored hair and a fair complexion. Above it, right in between the picture and the poem, was her name printed in bold black.
" Serena Eve, " the words escaped his lips like a silent spell.
" Find her, " Rafe ordered. His voice held no threatening tone, but it was firm and gave the impression that he didn't want to be disobeyed.
" But she's a girl. What makes her such a challenge, " Darien questioned while keeping his gaze upon Rafe's hands which still held the trembling cup.
" You'll see. You better do good on this. Fail and this is what happens to everything you've worked for, " his voice darkened, accompanying the sound of his cup which shook even more before crushing into his hands.
The dark red liquid spilled out of his hands, creating a fountain which leaked between his fingers. Blood poured out of small wounds caused by the broken ceramic. Darien frowned at this. It was obviously a threat, and one that was to be taken seriously. He gritted his teeth together and clenched his fists. It was all he could do to prevent himself from killing the bastard. However, this went unoticed.
Rafe kept his eyes glued into Darien's angry ones. His gaze was stern and threatening. They held warnings instead of anger, challenging Darien to disobey him.
He didn't.
With piercing eyes, Darien stood up and shoved the picture in one of his pockets. Shooting one hateful glare at Rafe, he turned around and left.
**************************************************************************************
Author's Notes: There it is. Tell me what you think.
The smell of coffee mixed with wine blended into the late night air. The faint sound of people talking and soft clinking of glass gave a solemn effect to the atmosphere. The lights were a dim shade of yellow, while ceiling fans gave off a small breeze.
The door creaked open. Two men, both dressed in dark grey, walked in and headed straight for a table at the back of the room. Many curious looks were flashed in their direction, though both ignored all the curious glances. The table they occupied was dark.....almost pitch black if it weren't for the small flickering lightbulbs. One ordered a cup of warm soup......a kind that tasted more like bittersweet water.
The other simply leaned forward to continue the arguement they had started earlier before they arrived at the cafe.
" You need to learn. You are far too gentle with them, " Rafe stated solemnly with the same french accent he always carried. He quietly took a sip of the warm liquid.
" Am I? "
A dark chuckle escaped his throat. He looked at the young man with piercing grey eyes and smirked.
" Yes, you are. You have much to learn. Remember that you are what you are now because of me, which means that when I tell you to hurt them you must hurt them. So far I haven't seen you do that..... "
" Exactly. I am what I am now because of you, and I'm surprised at how know that but you never seem to recognize my hatred for you. Your every word, your every action makes me sick......because you helped me become what I am now, " Darien shot a glare at the older man while running a firm hand through his ebony hair. " I never wanted this......this life that I have now. Can I even call it a life? I never wanted you to make me leave what I left behind. " His tone darkened with every word.
Rafe took another sip. His features showed no signs of Darien's bitter words. It was as if he wasn't the least bit affected. However, his eyes showed that he was. He kept his gaze fixed on Darien the whole time.....unmoving and frozen with anger. His eyes seemed to be silently scolding him.
" Your hatred isn't going to do anything, but your rebellious attitude will. "
" Well you wouldn't have to put up with it if you didn't make me this way, " Darien replied with a smirk, thinking that it would change the old man's mind.
Terrible error.
Rafe slammed the cup down on the wooden table, taking Darien off guard. A few drops of the liquid spilled, causing a small red puddle to form. A few heads in the dim cafe turned around to face the two of them. Others turned away while others remained watching the two with curiosity.
Darien looked at Rafe with a questioning look. His eyes flamed with caution and anger blended together.
" I'm being patient with you boy, " Rafe hissed. His slightly wrinkled hands squeezed the cup, causing it to shake. " The only way you'll get rid of me is by proving yourself worthy. Those who are ready to leave their masters are not afraid to kill, never reluctant, and certainly not as stubborn as you are. They are wise, strong, and swift. You are only the last two. You are very skilled, Darien. That you have showed me, but the way you think still holds you back. "
" I never even wanted a master damnit! " Darien blurted out. Regret instantly swept him away. Numerous people looked at him, and Rafe looked extremely disappointed.
" Look, " he muttered almost inaudibly. It was obvious he was trying to hold his patience. " You want your freedom, you need to earn it. I'm giving one last chance to prove yourself. "
He reached into one of his coat pockets and pulled out a torn out newspaper article. He handed it to Darien who took it with sudden force. He as might as well have snatched it from him.
His blue eyes fell upon the article and quickly moved from left to right, sweeping the words with his gaze. His brows knitted together in confusion. " It's a poem. "
" Yes, it is. Look at the picture. "
He shifted his gaze to a small black and white picture right below the poem. It showed a girl with what seemed to be light colored hair and a fair complexion. Above it, right in between the picture and the poem, was her name printed in bold black.
" Serena Eve, " the words escaped his lips like a silent spell.
" Find her, " Rafe ordered. His voice held no threatening tone, but it was firm and gave the impression that he didn't want to be disobeyed.
" But she's a girl. What makes her such a challenge, " Darien questioned while keeping his gaze upon Rafe's hands which still held the trembling cup.
" You'll see. You better do good on this. Fail and this is what happens to everything you've worked for, " his voice darkened, accompanying the sound of his cup which shook even more before crushing into his hands.
The dark red liquid spilled out of his hands, creating a fountain which leaked between his fingers. Blood poured out of small wounds caused by the broken ceramic. Darien frowned at this. It was obviously a threat, and one that was to be taken seriously. He gritted his teeth together and clenched his fists. It was all he could do to prevent himself from killing the bastard. However, this went unoticed.
Rafe kept his eyes glued into Darien's angry ones. His gaze was stern and threatening. They held warnings instead of anger, challenging Darien to disobey him.
He didn't.
With piercing eyes, Darien stood up and shoved the picture in one of his pockets. Shooting one hateful glare at Rafe, he turned around and left.
**************************************************************************************
Author's Notes: There it is. Tell me what you think.
