Part 3
"Any specific reason why you want this guy dead?"
Enya couldn't make out the assassin's face. Whoever he was, he was very good at hiding himself. "Long story short, he's an asshole who deserves to be killed."
Dry laugher, grating, almost like nails scraped across a blackboard. "I think I get it."
Enya decided to let it go. She did *not* want Khal back in her life. She couldn't kill him herself. She'd had the opportunity last night. There was a stake stashed in her bedside table. All she'd needed to do was reach for it and plunge it into that cold black heart and good riddance to Khal Redfern.
"What are you doing here?" she had demanded last night, forcing herself to keep calm. No need to be petty and open old wounds.
"I was just in the neighbourhood," Khal said with that irritating smirk that he thought was sexy. "Thought I'd drop by."
"Well you did. Now get *out*." Her voice was shaking with anger. So much for staying calm.
"Humour me." He had reached out for her. Enya almost resisted, but eventually allowed herself to be pulled towards him.
"So you *have* missed me." Khal's lips brushed against her ear as he spoke.
Enya kneed him hard in the groin. She couldn't help a satisfied smirk as at his shocked cry, she'd hit him twice, and broken his nose. She had been about to go for the stake when Illyria had chosen that moment to come home.
"Did I miss something?" She eyed Enya curiously.
"It doesn't matter. He was just going." She'd shoved Khal out the door before he could say anything else and locked the door. She doubted he'd try to come back in. That wasn't to say he would *never* come back.
Illyria, at least, was smart enough not to ask questions. She had handed Enya a small card. "If you're having trouble, call this number."
"What is it?" she'd asked, taking the card.
"Assassins for hire. They charge depending on the scenario."
So Enya had called the number, and this was what she had got. "Think what you like," she told the guy. They had met in a movie theatre, easier to remain anonymous. They sat in the back row of a dark crowded room, pretending to pay attention to the story on the screen.
She handed him a wad of money. "You'll get the rest when I know Khal is dead."
"Fair enough." He slipped something into her picket, leaning over her deliberately to whisper, "My number, if anything goes wrong." Then he stood up and left.
Enya let out a sigh of relief. She'd been saving up for a new car, but using it to get rid of Khal for good seemed more practical. To her, anyway.
* * *
Illyria was getting a little impatient. No new faces seemed to have come yet, and no one seemed to be hitting on Enya.
The only new arrival had been that guy in the dorm room the other night. She had the impression Enya would have killed him if she hadn't interrupted. Enya simply refused to talk about it. Illyria hadn't even bothered to try and pursue it.
Someone around here *had* to have known Enya in high school, she was from the town. Illyria herself was from New York, and had simply come because she liked the name of Black River. She had been kind of disappointed with the results, but decided to make do.
She wanted to know who the guy was, who would have answers for her. She had given Enya the assassin's card, not knowing whether Enya could afford professional assassination or not.
"I *said* I'm having my head shaved, do you think I should get a tattoo afterwards?"
Illyria blinked, staring at Valaire as if she were insane. Valaire was of Harman decent on her father's side. She had been lucky enough to inherit the fine silvery blonde hair and violet eyes. "Are you out your *mind*?"
Valaire laughed, closing her notebook. "No, just trying to get your attention."
Illyria was embarrassed to realise the whole time she had been musing over Enya and whether or not the spell was going to work. She had missed half the lecture.
"Oh. Where'd you go to high school?" she asked, gathering her own things.
Valaire eyed her curiously. "Here. I grew up here. How come?"
They left the lecture theatre. She was supposed to be meeting Katrissa in the coffee house, but was too curious. She wanted to know more about Enya. Maybe there was more to it than curiosity - *certainly* not her own spell backfiring. She was straight. All she wanted were some answers.
"Did you know my roommate, Enya?"
Valaire nodded. "Oh sure, everyone knew her. She was like, Ms. All That in junior year. Won Most Popular two years running. Then evening changed." Valaire shook her head.
Illyria, despite herself, was intrigued. "What happened?"
Valaire shrugged as they headed across campus. The October air was crisp, a weak ray of sun trying to poke its way through white clouds with little success. Students were already in coats and thick winter jumpers. (A/N: As I mentioned earlier I know nothing about Texas, just intrigued at the idea of setting a story there, I'm sure I read somewhere there are fall and winter seasons, there, correct me if I'm wrong and I'll adapt)
Despite that, pleasant were milling around. ~There always will be~ Illyria thought.
"She was daring this guy, Khal Redfern, someone found out Enya was a werewolf, tricked her into shifting in front of her friends, they freaked, and Khal dumped her in front of them all. Senior year she became a recluse. I'm surprised she came to college here, or didn't get in trouble with the Council."
Illyria couldn't help feeling sorry for Enya. Werewolves really *did* get it in the neck, especially from Redferns, She noticed Lizette and Amara walking handing in hand across campus. Both waved at her and Valaire. Concrete evidence the soulmate spell did work.
"Did you guys really do the soulmate spell for Enya?" Valaire asked.
Illyria nodded. "She's so depressing. I thought it would be good for her." She frowned, remembering why she had wanted to ask in the first place. "Khal was in our room last night."
Valaire looked at her in surprise. "How did she take it?"
Illyria smiled a little. "She was kicking the shit out of him when I walked in."
Valaire chuckled. "It's about time someone did that. I never thought it'd be her."
Hopefully then, Enya *had* called the assassin. Khal would be taken care of, Enya would find her soulmate, and everything would wrap up nice and neatly. Providing, Illyria's inner voice couldn't seem to resist adding, nothing else went wrong.
* * *
"Any specific reason why you want this guy dead?"
Enya couldn't make out the assassin's face. Whoever he was, he was very good at hiding himself. "Long story short, he's an asshole who deserves to be killed."
Dry laugher, grating, almost like nails scraped across a blackboard. "I think I get it."
Enya decided to let it go. She did *not* want Khal back in her life. She couldn't kill him herself. She'd had the opportunity last night. There was a stake stashed in her bedside table. All she'd needed to do was reach for it and plunge it into that cold black heart and good riddance to Khal Redfern.
"What are you doing here?" she had demanded last night, forcing herself to keep calm. No need to be petty and open old wounds.
"I was just in the neighbourhood," Khal said with that irritating smirk that he thought was sexy. "Thought I'd drop by."
"Well you did. Now get *out*." Her voice was shaking with anger. So much for staying calm.
"Humour me." He had reached out for her. Enya almost resisted, but eventually allowed herself to be pulled towards him.
"So you *have* missed me." Khal's lips brushed against her ear as he spoke.
Enya kneed him hard in the groin. She couldn't help a satisfied smirk as at his shocked cry, she'd hit him twice, and broken his nose. She had been about to go for the stake when Illyria had chosen that moment to come home.
"Did I miss something?" She eyed Enya curiously.
"It doesn't matter. He was just going." She'd shoved Khal out the door before he could say anything else and locked the door. She doubted he'd try to come back in. That wasn't to say he would *never* come back.
Illyria, at least, was smart enough not to ask questions. She had handed Enya a small card. "If you're having trouble, call this number."
"What is it?" she'd asked, taking the card.
"Assassins for hire. They charge depending on the scenario."
So Enya had called the number, and this was what she had got. "Think what you like," she told the guy. They had met in a movie theatre, easier to remain anonymous. They sat in the back row of a dark crowded room, pretending to pay attention to the story on the screen.
She handed him a wad of money. "You'll get the rest when I know Khal is dead."
"Fair enough." He slipped something into her picket, leaning over her deliberately to whisper, "My number, if anything goes wrong." Then he stood up and left.
Enya let out a sigh of relief. She'd been saving up for a new car, but using it to get rid of Khal for good seemed more practical. To her, anyway.
* * *
Illyria was getting a little impatient. No new faces seemed to have come yet, and no one seemed to be hitting on Enya.
The only new arrival had been that guy in the dorm room the other night. She had the impression Enya would have killed him if she hadn't interrupted. Enya simply refused to talk about it. Illyria hadn't even bothered to try and pursue it.
Someone around here *had* to have known Enya in high school, she was from the town. Illyria herself was from New York, and had simply come because she liked the name of Black River. She had been kind of disappointed with the results, but decided to make do.
She wanted to know who the guy was, who would have answers for her. She had given Enya the assassin's card, not knowing whether Enya could afford professional assassination or not.
"I *said* I'm having my head shaved, do you think I should get a tattoo afterwards?"
Illyria blinked, staring at Valaire as if she were insane. Valaire was of Harman decent on her father's side. She had been lucky enough to inherit the fine silvery blonde hair and violet eyes. "Are you out your *mind*?"
Valaire laughed, closing her notebook. "No, just trying to get your attention."
Illyria was embarrassed to realise the whole time she had been musing over Enya and whether or not the spell was going to work. She had missed half the lecture.
"Oh. Where'd you go to high school?" she asked, gathering her own things.
Valaire eyed her curiously. "Here. I grew up here. How come?"
They left the lecture theatre. She was supposed to be meeting Katrissa in the coffee house, but was too curious. She wanted to know more about Enya. Maybe there was more to it than curiosity - *certainly* not her own spell backfiring. She was straight. All she wanted were some answers.
"Did you know my roommate, Enya?"
Valaire nodded. "Oh sure, everyone knew her. She was like, Ms. All That in junior year. Won Most Popular two years running. Then evening changed." Valaire shook her head.
Illyria, despite herself, was intrigued. "What happened?"
Valaire shrugged as they headed across campus. The October air was crisp, a weak ray of sun trying to poke its way through white clouds with little success. Students were already in coats and thick winter jumpers. (A/N: As I mentioned earlier I know nothing about Texas, just intrigued at the idea of setting a story there, I'm sure I read somewhere there are fall and winter seasons, there, correct me if I'm wrong and I'll adapt)
Despite that, pleasant were milling around. ~There always will be~ Illyria thought.
"She was daring this guy, Khal Redfern, someone found out Enya was a werewolf, tricked her into shifting in front of her friends, they freaked, and Khal dumped her in front of them all. Senior year she became a recluse. I'm surprised she came to college here, or didn't get in trouble with the Council."
Illyria couldn't help feeling sorry for Enya. Werewolves really *did* get it in the neck, especially from Redferns, She noticed Lizette and Amara walking handing in hand across campus. Both waved at her and Valaire. Concrete evidence the soulmate spell did work.
"Did you guys really do the soulmate spell for Enya?" Valaire asked.
Illyria nodded. "She's so depressing. I thought it would be good for her." She frowned, remembering why she had wanted to ask in the first place. "Khal was in our room last night."
Valaire looked at her in surprise. "How did she take it?"
Illyria smiled a little. "She was kicking the shit out of him when I walked in."
Valaire chuckled. "It's about time someone did that. I never thought it'd be her."
Hopefully then, Enya *had* called the assassin. Khal would be taken care of, Enya would find her soulmate, and everything would wrap up nice and neatly. Providing, Illyria's inner voice couldn't seem to resist adding, nothing else went wrong.
* * *