Part 8
Phoenix sighed, really not looking forward to the thought of heading back to Aurelia's. But at least if she stayed there, she didn't have to worry about Blaine coming her apartment and killing her.
At least today nothing had happened. It had been a typically boring day, just like any other. If Blaine had any sense, he wouldn't come after her while during the day. That would just be plain stupid.
She headed up the steps to Aurelia's apartment, not liking the strange tingly feeling she was getting at the back of her neck. She opened the door with a telepathic twist.
Aurelia hadn't given her a key, or even said she could stay there but Phoenix didn't care. She was just doing what she wanted.
She could hear sounds inside the apartment. Sounds like springs moving. Oh great. Just what she needed. She shut the door behind her.
"What the fuck is she *doing* here?"
Phoenix stared at Blaine in utter disbelief. "What the fuck are *you* doing here is the question," she said. It was taking all her instincts not to drop into a fighting position.
Aurelia came out of the bedroom in a black silk kimono. "What are *any* of you doing here?" she asked, slightly annoyed. Her golden hair was tumbling loose around her shoulders. She glared at Blaine. "I thought I told you to go away." She looked from Phoenix to Blaine. "If you two are going to fight, don't get blood on my white upholstery."
Phoenix stared at her in utter disbelief. She shook her head in disgust. Maybe she should just cut somebody and deliberately bleed on the white furniture. Blood stains were impossible to get out. She smirked a little at the thought. "We're not going to fight," she said icily. "I just want to know what *he's* doing here."
Aurelia's eyebrow raised, a slight smile pulling at her lips.
Blaine's eyes rolled. "I was fucking Aurelia, if you must know."
Phoenix's nose wrinkled. "You could do a little better." That wiped the smirk of Aurelia's face.
Blaine shrugged. "I guess."
"Why are you trying to kill me?" Phoenix demanded. He wasn't leaving until she had some answers from him.
Blaine shrugged again. "Nothing personal. Just my job."
Aurelia was studying him. "Who hired you?"
Before Blaine could answer the door to the apartment opened and the guy who had been there the other day - Donavon - walked in. Phoenix shook her head. This scene should be in a soap opera.
Donavon looked from around at the three people glaring at him. "What the hell is going on?" he glared at Aurelia. "And you are *not* going to tell me long fucked up story, because that's your excuse for everything!"
Phoenix snorted. "Maybe Blaine can explain."
Donavon, who wasn't stupid, clearly put two and two together. He glared at Aurelia, his eyes flashing dangerously. She just looked evenly back at him. Even Phoenix had to grudgingly admire her maker's physical courage. "Why?" he asked, disgusted. "I thought you two hated each other."
Aurelia chuckled. "We do."
Donavon was confused. "If you hate the guy why would you sleep with him?"
Phoenix looked from Aurelia to Blaine, wondering the same thing. Then, also being able to put two and two together, she figured it out. She laughed in disbelief. "They're soulmates."
Aurelia scowled. "Not my personal choice, believe me."
Donavon just stared at them. He shook his head in disgust and stormed off. Aurelia glared at Blaine. "Thanks a lot!" he snapped.
Blaine smirked. "My pleasure," he sneered, and walked out the apartment.
Aurelia turned her glare on Phoenix. Phoenix just glared back. "What?"
"You're not going to comment?" Aurelia's tone was unpleasant.
Phoenix allowed herself a satisfied smirk. "I think I've said enough."
"You got that right. Now go away." Aurelia turned and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.
Phoenix chuckled and turned away. So much for staying here tonight. She might as well give up and just go home. She left the apartment, only to find Donavon waiting for her outside.
She frowned. "What do you want?"
Donavon smiled. "You didn't think I was going to let you walk out of here alive, did you?"
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Phoenix sighed, really not looking forward to the thought of heading back to Aurelia's. But at least if she stayed there, she didn't have to worry about Blaine coming her apartment and killing her.
At least today nothing had happened. It had been a typically boring day, just like any other. If Blaine had any sense, he wouldn't come after her while during the day. That would just be plain stupid.
She headed up the steps to Aurelia's apartment, not liking the strange tingly feeling she was getting at the back of her neck. She opened the door with a telepathic twist.
Aurelia hadn't given her a key, or even said she could stay there but Phoenix didn't care. She was just doing what she wanted.
She could hear sounds inside the apartment. Sounds like springs moving. Oh great. Just what she needed. She shut the door behind her.
"What the fuck is she *doing* here?"
Phoenix stared at Blaine in utter disbelief. "What the fuck are *you* doing here is the question," she said. It was taking all her instincts not to drop into a fighting position.
Aurelia came out of the bedroom in a black silk kimono. "What are *any* of you doing here?" she asked, slightly annoyed. Her golden hair was tumbling loose around her shoulders. She glared at Blaine. "I thought I told you to go away." She looked from Phoenix to Blaine. "If you two are going to fight, don't get blood on my white upholstery."
Phoenix stared at her in utter disbelief. She shook her head in disgust. Maybe she should just cut somebody and deliberately bleed on the white furniture. Blood stains were impossible to get out. She smirked a little at the thought. "We're not going to fight," she said icily. "I just want to know what *he's* doing here."
Aurelia's eyebrow raised, a slight smile pulling at her lips.
Blaine's eyes rolled. "I was fucking Aurelia, if you must know."
Phoenix's nose wrinkled. "You could do a little better." That wiped the smirk of Aurelia's face.
Blaine shrugged. "I guess."
"Why are you trying to kill me?" Phoenix demanded. He wasn't leaving until she had some answers from him.
Blaine shrugged again. "Nothing personal. Just my job."
Aurelia was studying him. "Who hired you?"
Before Blaine could answer the door to the apartment opened and the guy who had been there the other day - Donavon - walked in. Phoenix shook her head. This scene should be in a soap opera.
Donavon looked from around at the three people glaring at him. "What the hell is going on?" he glared at Aurelia. "And you are *not* going to tell me long fucked up story, because that's your excuse for everything!"
Phoenix snorted. "Maybe Blaine can explain."
Donavon, who wasn't stupid, clearly put two and two together. He glared at Aurelia, his eyes flashing dangerously. She just looked evenly back at him. Even Phoenix had to grudgingly admire her maker's physical courage. "Why?" he asked, disgusted. "I thought you two hated each other."
Aurelia chuckled. "We do."
Donavon was confused. "If you hate the guy why would you sleep with him?"
Phoenix looked from Aurelia to Blaine, wondering the same thing. Then, also being able to put two and two together, she figured it out. She laughed in disbelief. "They're soulmates."
Aurelia scowled. "Not my personal choice, believe me."
Donavon just stared at them. He shook his head in disgust and stormed off. Aurelia glared at Blaine. "Thanks a lot!" he snapped.
Blaine smirked. "My pleasure," he sneered, and walked out the apartment.
Aurelia turned her glare on Phoenix. Phoenix just glared back. "What?"
"You're not going to comment?" Aurelia's tone was unpleasant.
Phoenix allowed herself a satisfied smirk. "I think I've said enough."
"You got that right. Now go away." Aurelia turned and stormed into the bedroom, slamming the door shut.
Phoenix chuckled and turned away. So much for staying here tonight. She might as well give up and just go home. She left the apartment, only to find Donavon waiting for her outside.
She frowned. "What do you want?"
Donavon smiled. "You didn't think I was going to let you walk out of here alive, did you?"
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