Part 4
"I'm bored," Merelyn complained, adjusting the top of her red bikini, stretching long legs out on the sun-lounger in the backyard by her private pool.
"You're always bored," her best friend Kalinda said with a chuckle, rubbing suntan lotion on her arms.
"Kill something, that always eases boredom," Xylia, her other friend offered, smiling lazily from the shadows of a group of palm trees.
Kalinda looked at Xylia, shaking her head of bouncy red curls with disgust. "That's your solution to /everything/ these days. You're going to get caught and executed. And from what I hear, Council executions are extremely painful."
Xylia's laugh was deep and disturbing. "I never get caught."
Merelyn's eyes rolled. "And the whole /point/ of sunbathing isn't to sulk in the shadows and were nothing but /black/. Aren't you sweating?"
Xylia shrugged, looking down at the black jumpsuit she was wearing, tight enough to show off her slender figure and body curves. "I don't have body temperature. Neither do you, so what are you complaining about."
Merelyn didn't comment. Xylia did have a point.
"It's okay for you blood suckers to comment about no body temperature, so how about some sympathy for those of us that do?" Kalinda grumbled.
"Yeah, it must be just /so/ hard to have the power of magic at your fingertips," Xylia said with a snort.
Merelyn's eyes rolled. She didn't comment. She glanced back at her parent's mansion. "Where the /hell/ are our cocktails, it's been half an /hour/!"
"About five minutes, actually," Xylia said. Merelyn ignored her and disappeared into the house.
* * *
Alyssa tossed the two withered bodies into the basement, while she changed into Merelyn's red bikini. Then she hid the corpses in a large trunk with a lock. One hapless housemaid, the other Merelyn.
Smoothing down her shoulder length black hair she went upstairs and picked up the trey with the cocktails on. Here we go she thought with a smirk.
* * *
Alyssa looked around Merelyn's room, not sure she looked the choice of red décor. Red sheets, darker red wall paper, dark oak furniture with slashes of gold. The lights were dim and seductive. To Alyssa the whole looked like the set of a bad porn movie, the whole mansion did.
But that didn't matter. She was here now, and so far, her plan was working perfectly. No one suspected anything different about Merelyn. She knew everything she needed to know. She had studied long and hard. Merelyn was her only link to Eli's murderer.
Merelyn had never understood her, no one had. They had made her suffer beyond measure, she was the only one - well, she and the perpetrators - knew what had been done to her. But she was here now and would get her revenge.
She was interrupted from her thoughts by a knock on the door. An attractive maid held out a silver tray with a delicate china tea pot and a matching up and pitcher of milk. Also a phone. "It's Julius on line 3."
"Thanks Alba," she said, taking the tray and closing the door on her maid's face.
She put the tray down on the antique writing desk and picked up the phone, switching onto line 3. "Hey, I was thinking we'd meet up later at the Gash," Julius Keller said, sounding smug and confident.
"Sure, but won't Raiden be there?"
Julius laughed. "Raiden's coming. So is everyone."
Alyssa forced herself to remain calm. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to do what she'd come here to do. But as much as she hated to admit it was too soon. She needed to establish herself as Merelyn before she did anything stupid.
"Come on Merry, think of the fun." There was a noticeable /tone/ in the way Julius said the words.
Alyssa sighed. "O/kay/ I'll be there. See you." She hung up, extremely pleased with herself.
Who knew, she might even get to like Merelyn's life.
* * *
"I'm bored," Merelyn complained, adjusting the top of her red bikini, stretching long legs out on the sun-lounger in the backyard by her private pool.
"You're always bored," her best friend Kalinda said with a chuckle, rubbing suntan lotion on her arms.
"Kill something, that always eases boredom," Xylia, her other friend offered, smiling lazily from the shadows of a group of palm trees.
Kalinda looked at Xylia, shaking her head of bouncy red curls with disgust. "That's your solution to /everything/ these days. You're going to get caught and executed. And from what I hear, Council executions are extremely painful."
Xylia's laugh was deep and disturbing. "I never get caught."
Merelyn's eyes rolled. "And the whole /point/ of sunbathing isn't to sulk in the shadows and were nothing but /black/. Aren't you sweating?"
Xylia shrugged, looking down at the black jumpsuit she was wearing, tight enough to show off her slender figure and body curves. "I don't have body temperature. Neither do you, so what are you complaining about."
Merelyn didn't comment. Xylia did have a point.
"It's okay for you blood suckers to comment about no body temperature, so how about some sympathy for those of us that do?" Kalinda grumbled.
"Yeah, it must be just /so/ hard to have the power of magic at your fingertips," Xylia said with a snort.
Merelyn's eyes rolled. She didn't comment. She glanced back at her parent's mansion. "Where the /hell/ are our cocktails, it's been half an /hour/!"
"About five minutes, actually," Xylia said. Merelyn ignored her and disappeared into the house.
* * *
Alyssa tossed the two withered bodies into the basement, while she changed into Merelyn's red bikini. Then she hid the corpses in a large trunk with a lock. One hapless housemaid, the other Merelyn.
Smoothing down her shoulder length black hair she went upstairs and picked up the trey with the cocktails on. Here we go she thought with a smirk.
* * *
Alyssa looked around Merelyn's room, not sure she looked the choice of red décor. Red sheets, darker red wall paper, dark oak furniture with slashes of gold. The lights were dim and seductive. To Alyssa the whole looked like the set of a bad porn movie, the whole mansion did.
But that didn't matter. She was here now, and so far, her plan was working perfectly. No one suspected anything different about Merelyn. She knew everything she needed to know. She had studied long and hard. Merelyn was her only link to Eli's murderer.
Merelyn had never understood her, no one had. They had made her suffer beyond measure, she was the only one - well, she and the perpetrators - knew what had been done to her. But she was here now and would get her revenge.
She was interrupted from her thoughts by a knock on the door. An attractive maid held out a silver tray with a delicate china tea pot and a matching up and pitcher of milk. Also a phone. "It's Julius on line 3."
"Thanks Alba," she said, taking the tray and closing the door on her maid's face.
She put the tray down on the antique writing desk and picked up the phone, switching onto line 3. "Hey, I was thinking we'd meet up later at the Gash," Julius Keller said, sounding smug and confident.
"Sure, but won't Raiden be there?"
Julius laughed. "Raiden's coming. So is everyone."
Alyssa forced herself to remain calm. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to do what she'd come here to do. But as much as she hated to admit it was too soon. She needed to establish herself as Merelyn before she did anything stupid.
"Come on Merry, think of the fun." There was a noticeable /tone/ in the way Julius said the words.
Alyssa sighed. "O/kay/ I'll be there. See you." She hung up, extremely pleased with herself.
Who knew, she might even get to like Merelyn's life.
* * *