Part 11
Blaine was beginning to wonder why he bothered. How come every time he had an assignment to kill a Wolf it always went wrong? Shapeshifters were always pains in the asses, he thought moodily, scowling at Aurelia's building.
He sat in his car on the opposite curve. He had watched the pathetic thing called a fight between Phoenix and Donavon. For some reason he hadn't been able to kill her either.
Something had happened between them and they'd both freaked and run. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. His eyes rolled. Lorelei was going to love to hear about this one.
He remained there all night, waiting impatiently for something to happen, but nothing did. Phoenix remained in the building. Aurelia didn't come out. Donavon seemed to have disappeared for the time being.
He watched the sun spreading over the eastern horizon, a wash of blazing blood red, sparkling gold, to cloudy pink to pale blue. The city slowly started waking up around him.
Nobody came out of the building. ~Maybe they killed each other~ he thought cheerfully. It had become painfully clear there was no love lost between Aurelia and Phoenix. They obviously hated each other.
He left his car and headed up the steps of the building. Aurelia's door was unlocked. Foolish of her. His lip curled in contempt. She was supposed to be careful.
A click of a gun barrel sounded and he felt cold metal pressed against his skull, hard enough to leave a dent. "Put that away, it's me."
She sneered at him. "All the more reason for me to keep it out." She took the gun away from his head, placing it on the kitchen counter. "What do you want?"
"Where's Phoenix? And don't lie because I'll know." He turned to face her, sitting on one of the high counter stools.
Aurelia gestured to the spare bedroom. "In there. She hasn't come out since last night." She switched on the coffee maker. She bustled about, a dour look on her pretty face.
Blaine frowned a little. "What?"
Aurelia just glared. "As if you haven't figured it out."
Blaine shook his head in disgust. "They're soulmates aren't they? I saw them fighting last night. We should have figured this one out from the beginning."
Aurelia's eyebrow raised slightly. "We?"
"Whatever." He stood up and stretched. He could see her eyeing the muscles under his blue shirt. "I'm still gonna kill her." He headed off in the direction of the spare bedroom.
Before he'd even reached the couch Aurelia had grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall. "Ooh, feisty," he jeered at her, smirking as she pinned his wrists.
She just sighed heavily, as if bored of playing with him. "You're not going to kill her. Donavon's not going to kill her, either."
Blaine was confused. "I thought you hated her."
Aurelia smiled a little, her lip curving cruelly. "She's not exactly one of my favourite people, true. But if you'd ever made another vampire you'd know the bond the maker feels to the child. Faint, but there."
Blaine studied her. Her blue eyes stared at him, not blinking. Her expression remained calm. She was really serious. She could kill him in a second if she wanted to, and this time, he didn't doubt whether she would or not. "You're really serious aren't you?"
"Deadly."
Blaine sighed heavily. "All right, all right."
The door opened then and Phoenix came out, looking surprised when she saw them. Her eyebrow raised a little. She couldn't keep her smirk from her arrogant face. "Am I interrupting something?"
Aurelia let go and went back into the kitchen. "Not any more."
Blaine flexed his wrists, glaring at them both. Women. A complete waste of time, he thought moodily. They were always trouble.
Aurelia just smirked at him. "Switch sides if we bug you so much," she suggested.
Blaine snorted. "At the moment I'm almost inclined to."
Phoenix was frowning at them, hesitating. She still clearly didn't trust Blaine. Not that he blamed her, really. He had spent the last few days trying to kill her. "What's going on?"
Aurelia put her coffee cup in the dishwasher, and grabbed her leather jacket. "I'm going to find Donavon. Then we'll figure out what to do."
Blaine looked at her. "You already *know* what you're doing, don't you?"
She smirked again. "You'll just have to wait till I get back. And no killing each other."
Phoenix pouted. "Spoil sport."
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Blaine was beginning to wonder why he bothered. How come every time he had an assignment to kill a Wolf it always went wrong? Shapeshifters were always pains in the asses, he thought moodily, scowling at Aurelia's building.
He sat in his car on the opposite curve. He had watched the pathetic thing called a fight between Phoenix and Donavon. For some reason he hadn't been able to kill her either.
Something had happened between them and they'd both freaked and run. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened. His eyes rolled. Lorelei was going to love to hear about this one.
He remained there all night, waiting impatiently for something to happen, but nothing did. Phoenix remained in the building. Aurelia didn't come out. Donavon seemed to have disappeared for the time being.
He watched the sun spreading over the eastern horizon, a wash of blazing blood red, sparkling gold, to cloudy pink to pale blue. The city slowly started waking up around him.
Nobody came out of the building. ~Maybe they killed each other~ he thought cheerfully. It had become painfully clear there was no love lost between Aurelia and Phoenix. They obviously hated each other.
He left his car and headed up the steps of the building. Aurelia's door was unlocked. Foolish of her. His lip curled in contempt. She was supposed to be careful.
A click of a gun barrel sounded and he felt cold metal pressed against his skull, hard enough to leave a dent. "Put that away, it's me."
She sneered at him. "All the more reason for me to keep it out." She took the gun away from his head, placing it on the kitchen counter. "What do you want?"
"Where's Phoenix? And don't lie because I'll know." He turned to face her, sitting on one of the high counter stools.
Aurelia gestured to the spare bedroom. "In there. She hasn't come out since last night." She switched on the coffee maker. She bustled about, a dour look on her pretty face.
Blaine frowned a little. "What?"
Aurelia just glared. "As if you haven't figured it out."
Blaine shook his head in disgust. "They're soulmates aren't they? I saw them fighting last night. We should have figured this one out from the beginning."
Aurelia's eyebrow raised slightly. "We?"
"Whatever." He stood up and stretched. He could see her eyeing the muscles under his blue shirt. "I'm still gonna kill her." He headed off in the direction of the spare bedroom.
Before he'd even reached the couch Aurelia had grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall. "Ooh, feisty," he jeered at her, smirking as she pinned his wrists.
She just sighed heavily, as if bored of playing with him. "You're not going to kill her. Donavon's not going to kill her, either."
Blaine was confused. "I thought you hated her."
Aurelia smiled a little, her lip curving cruelly. "She's not exactly one of my favourite people, true. But if you'd ever made another vampire you'd know the bond the maker feels to the child. Faint, but there."
Blaine studied her. Her blue eyes stared at him, not blinking. Her expression remained calm. She was really serious. She could kill him in a second if she wanted to, and this time, he didn't doubt whether she would or not. "You're really serious aren't you?"
"Deadly."
Blaine sighed heavily. "All right, all right."
The door opened then and Phoenix came out, looking surprised when she saw them. Her eyebrow raised a little. She couldn't keep her smirk from her arrogant face. "Am I interrupting something?"
Aurelia let go and went back into the kitchen. "Not any more."
Blaine flexed his wrists, glaring at them both. Women. A complete waste of time, he thought moodily. They were always trouble.
Aurelia just smirked at him. "Switch sides if we bug you so much," she suggested.
Blaine snorted. "At the moment I'm almost inclined to."
Phoenix was frowning at them, hesitating. She still clearly didn't trust Blaine. Not that he blamed her, really. He had spent the last few days trying to kill her. "What's going on?"
Aurelia put her coffee cup in the dishwasher, and grabbed her leather jacket. "I'm going to find Donavon. Then we'll figure out what to do."
Blaine looked at her. "You already *know* what you're doing, don't you?"
She smirked again. "You'll just have to wait till I get back. And no killing each other."
Phoenix pouted. "Spoil sport."
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