Part 5
Donavon sighed heavily, watching the fight from the shadows. He still couldn't believe that Blaine was so bloody stupid. He thought he could just throw himself at the Wolf girl and attack her? What an asshole.
How he had ever managed to get to be one of the Council's top assassins was beyond him. He shook his head in disgust. He could have done a much better job himself.
Flirting with her and taking her off somewhere private was out. Phoenix had seen him with Aurelia. He wouldn't have any success there. If anyone blabbed to Aurelia, he'd be dead.
Aurelia seemed to think she was an exception to Wolf Clan rules. If someone pissed her off, she killed them. It wouldn't matter that she was a Wolf, and that she'd changed him.
Well, then again, he was no different, he supposed. He was here to make sure Phoenix was taken care of, wasn't he?
Don sighed heavily. Why did he do this to himself? Get involved with crazy people like her. Blaine could see him watching, and scowled.
"Enjoy the show did you?" he hissed. Mutual hatred flared between them. The sooner they could get this thing over and done with the better.
Donovan matched his glare. "Quite frankly - "
"You don't give a damn?" Blaine sneered at him.
Donavon's eyes rolled. The famous quote wasn't the one he'd been thinking of. "What I was going to say smart-ass, is quite frankly, no I didn't enjoy the show. I have better things to do than watching you fuck everything up." He didn't bother hiding his contempt.
Blaine just glared at him. "I'll get her next time," he snapped. "You just keep the hell away from me."
"Gladly." With those last words Blaine stalked off into the darkness. Don shook his head. He could see Phoenix looking around, and knew she was on edge, and with weapons. If he approached her now he was going to get shot.
Wooden bullets, or silver might not kill him, but he didn't feel like being shot right now. He turned and started to head home. He thought he heard a footstep behind him.
He turned around and came face to face with a female figure. "Don't do that," he snapped.
Aurelia gave him an innocent smile. The cruel lilt spoiled the picture. "Did I scare you? Ooops." She was trying not to snicker, and failing.
He glared at her. "Drop dead," he snarled.
Aurelia sighed and folded her arms across her ample chest. "I've been dead for years," she said rather sourly.
He stared at her, not sure to be amused or angry. She had a certain - effect on him - that he could never put into words. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
She shrugged. "I could ask you the same question. What are you doing with that idiot, Blaine?"
He looked at her evenly. "Why should you care?"
"Just curious." She continued looking at him. When it became clear he wasn't going to tell her anything she just laughed. "I'll get it out of you sooner or later. One way or another, and you know I will."
Donavon's eyes rolled. "I've got a better idea. Why don't we just go home?" Before she could protest he grabbed her arm and led her away.
* * *
The following morning Aurelia was woken by some annoying person insistently ringing the doorbell. After finding she couldn't ignore it she got out of bed, deliberately taking her time in washing and dressing.
She picked up a small black revolver and went to answer the door.
She was surprised to find Phoenix on her doorstep.
* * *
Donavon sighed heavily, watching the fight from the shadows. He still couldn't believe that Blaine was so bloody stupid. He thought he could just throw himself at the Wolf girl and attack her? What an asshole.
How he had ever managed to get to be one of the Council's top assassins was beyond him. He shook his head in disgust. He could have done a much better job himself.
Flirting with her and taking her off somewhere private was out. Phoenix had seen him with Aurelia. He wouldn't have any success there. If anyone blabbed to Aurelia, he'd be dead.
Aurelia seemed to think she was an exception to Wolf Clan rules. If someone pissed her off, she killed them. It wouldn't matter that she was a Wolf, and that she'd changed him.
Well, then again, he was no different, he supposed. He was here to make sure Phoenix was taken care of, wasn't he?
Don sighed heavily. Why did he do this to himself? Get involved with crazy people like her. Blaine could see him watching, and scowled.
"Enjoy the show did you?" he hissed. Mutual hatred flared between them. The sooner they could get this thing over and done with the better.
Donovan matched his glare. "Quite frankly - "
"You don't give a damn?" Blaine sneered at him.
Donavon's eyes rolled. The famous quote wasn't the one he'd been thinking of. "What I was going to say smart-ass, is quite frankly, no I didn't enjoy the show. I have better things to do than watching you fuck everything up." He didn't bother hiding his contempt.
Blaine just glared at him. "I'll get her next time," he snapped. "You just keep the hell away from me."
"Gladly." With those last words Blaine stalked off into the darkness. Don shook his head. He could see Phoenix looking around, and knew she was on edge, and with weapons. If he approached her now he was going to get shot.
Wooden bullets, or silver might not kill him, but he didn't feel like being shot right now. He turned and started to head home. He thought he heard a footstep behind him.
He turned around and came face to face with a female figure. "Don't do that," he snapped.
Aurelia gave him an innocent smile. The cruel lilt spoiled the picture. "Did I scare you? Ooops." She was trying not to snicker, and failing.
He glared at her. "Drop dead," he snarled.
Aurelia sighed and folded her arms across her ample chest. "I've been dead for years," she said rather sourly.
He stared at her, not sure to be amused or angry. She had a certain - effect on him - that he could never put into words. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
She shrugged. "I could ask you the same question. What are you doing with that idiot, Blaine?"
He looked at her evenly. "Why should you care?"
"Just curious." She continued looking at him. When it became clear he wasn't going to tell her anything she just laughed. "I'll get it out of you sooner or later. One way or another, and you know I will."
Donavon's eyes rolled. "I've got a better idea. Why don't we just go home?" Before she could protest he grabbed her arm and led her away.
* * *
The following morning Aurelia was woken by some annoying person insistently ringing the doorbell. After finding she couldn't ignore it she got out of bed, deliberately taking her time in washing and dressing.
She picked up a small black revolver and went to answer the door.
She was surprised to find Phoenix on her doorstep.
* * *
