Chapter 3
Simon and Blair went home in Simon's car. "How can you trust that woman? Are you crazy leaving Jim there?" Blair said.
"Jim's a grown man and I am pretty sure that he can take care of himself. I do trust her. There isn't a person in the world that I would trust more than Antoinette, I'd stake my badge on it," Simon said.
"How can you say that after seeing everything that I saw? It was definitely black magic! Although, black magic and witchcraft is totally fascinating, how do we know that she isn't going to sacrifice Jim, or something? I just can't believe we left him."
"She does practice magic and she only uses it to benefit the good, similar to Merlin. She has never hurt a mortal."
"Merlin is just a fairy tale," Blair protested. "How could she be so perfect in your eyes? Open them and see her for what she really is. You must be under a spell or something. Where is she from anyway, Transylvania?"
"I'm not sure, somewhere in eastern Europe. Merlin is not just a fairy tale. I actually met him. He can travel through time and the sorcerers trade secrets and hints to one another. It was fascinating."
"So she's a sorceress?"
"Yes and no. She's an immortal."
"I have read about them. It's very vague."
"Well, in the end there can be only one. They fight each other battle after battle to the end. She has destroyed immortals that have bothered this city for almost a decade. I saw the fireworks, and I saw the fight. It is real, they exist. It is no longer a legend."
"So the stories from Scotland about Duncan and Connor McLeod are true?"
"Yes."
"When was the last time you had a psychiatric evaluation or a cat scan?" Blair asked sarcastically.
"And what is that supposed to mean, Sandburg?" Simon yelled as he came to a hard stop and pulled off the road.
"You sound crazy because you actually believe in all of her tricks. We had a hard enough time convincing you Jim was a Sentinel. You know, I would expect something like this from me, but not you Simon." Blair was silent for a second when he just came to a sudden realization, "Does she know Jim is a sentinel? What if his senses go haywire, and I'm not there? Will she know what to do?"
"Relax Sandburg, she knows. I told her. Oh and by the way, she was the one who convinced me, not you."
"So, what are you going to do?"
"She'll call me tonight. I'm sure she'll have plenty to talk. In other words, I'm going to wait until she's ready to talk to me again. No thanks to you! And one more thing, before we get back, DON'T CALL ME! I REPEAT, DO NOT CALL ME! I will call you and let YOU know what's going on. Got it," Simon ordered.
"Sorryyyy," Blair said. There was silence in the car the rest of the way home.
Simon and Blair went home in Simon's car. "How can you trust that woman? Are you crazy leaving Jim there?" Blair said.
"Jim's a grown man and I am pretty sure that he can take care of himself. I do trust her. There isn't a person in the world that I would trust more than Antoinette, I'd stake my badge on it," Simon said.
"How can you say that after seeing everything that I saw? It was definitely black magic! Although, black magic and witchcraft is totally fascinating, how do we know that she isn't going to sacrifice Jim, or something? I just can't believe we left him."
"She does practice magic and she only uses it to benefit the good, similar to Merlin. She has never hurt a mortal."
"Merlin is just a fairy tale," Blair protested. "How could she be so perfect in your eyes? Open them and see her for what she really is. You must be under a spell or something. Where is she from anyway, Transylvania?"
"I'm not sure, somewhere in eastern Europe. Merlin is not just a fairy tale. I actually met him. He can travel through time and the sorcerers trade secrets and hints to one another. It was fascinating."
"So she's a sorceress?"
"Yes and no. She's an immortal."
"I have read about them. It's very vague."
"Well, in the end there can be only one. They fight each other battle after battle to the end. She has destroyed immortals that have bothered this city for almost a decade. I saw the fireworks, and I saw the fight. It is real, they exist. It is no longer a legend."
"So the stories from Scotland about Duncan and Connor McLeod are true?"
"Yes."
"When was the last time you had a psychiatric evaluation or a cat scan?" Blair asked sarcastically.
"And what is that supposed to mean, Sandburg?" Simon yelled as he came to a hard stop and pulled off the road.
"You sound crazy because you actually believe in all of her tricks. We had a hard enough time convincing you Jim was a Sentinel. You know, I would expect something like this from me, but not you Simon." Blair was silent for a second when he just came to a sudden realization, "Does she know Jim is a sentinel? What if his senses go haywire, and I'm not there? Will she know what to do?"
"Relax Sandburg, she knows. I told her. Oh and by the way, she was the one who convinced me, not you."
"So, what are you going to do?"
"She'll call me tonight. I'm sure she'll have plenty to talk. In other words, I'm going to wait until she's ready to talk to me again. No thanks to you! And one more thing, before we get back, DON'T CALL ME! I REPEAT, DO NOT CALL ME! I will call you and let YOU know what's going on. Got it," Simon ordered.
"Sorryyyy," Blair said. There was silence in the car the rest of the way home.