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The Inferno
Chapter 5 Moi
It was such a savage bitch when your suspicions were confirmed, Cassia thought, she had become increasing irritated when she heard the faint whistling of Officer Marten as he waltzed up to her cell. Cassia tilted her head to the side and put on her best gleeful smile.
"The only reason I've come in is because someone wants to talk to you." He put strained emphasis on the 'someone', trying to tell her that whoever was on the other end of the phone line was important. Otherwise he kind of sung the rest like a child might sing "I know something you don't know, I know something you don't know". He held the phone through the bars so she could take it.
Cassia reached out to grab the phone but he snatched it back. He leered at her obscenely before asking. "You've never had a real man have you?"
She continued to smile, although it took some effort. "No, but I like to burn em though. It's not a good basis for a relationship." Fang Cop gawked at her as if he couldn't comprehend. Stupid Leech, she concluded whilst grabbing the phone from his grasp.
"Ohh testy!" Officer Marten commented, he was still leering at her. Cassia turned her back on him, promptly ignoring him.
"Who the fuck is this?" Cassia retorted down the phone.
"Moi." Said the deep, sexy voice on the other side of the phone line. Cassia smiled a real smile, if this asshole wanted to play this game then that was fine with her. It was quite fortunate that French was the only class she didn't skip at school. And that was only because it was the afternoon class, on mornings she was usually still sleeping off the previous night's events or patching up her body.
"Bonjour Moi. Ca va?"
"Ca va bien. Et tu?" The voice replied, it was overly pleasant. It didn't take a genius to realise that he knew she was playing along with his little masquerade. She dropped the pretence abruptly seriously pissed off.
"Not fucking good! I'm not used to bars," she answered. Trying to keep the acid anger out of her voice.
"Ma porve petite puis!" The perfect unaccented voice purred in false sympathy. It was in fact a voice that would have made weaker hunters tremble, it held the promise of unsaid tortures but was coated in honey scented condolences.
"My poor blood sucking insect? What the fuck! You suck more fucking blood than I do! I DON'T SUCK ANYTHING! And I am so sick of this fucking leech! He is such a waste of my fucking time. He can't even think of a decent comeback to save his fucking undead psychotic ass! And you! Who ever the fuck you are moi can kiss my fucking ass-" Cassia spat down the phone but was cut short by the attractive male voice.
"With pleasure."
She rested against the wall at her back and stared furious. "Oh please! Kill me now so I don't have to put up with anymore of Officer Martens pathetic come ons!"
Officer Marten who was doing very obscene things with his tongue stopped abruptly to murmur. "Ouch."
"See?" Cassia growled, frustrated.
"You could try to escape...to tell you the truth I expected more from a member of your little group. What are they called again? Oh that's right The Inferno." The voice had suddenly gone cold. "Let's just say I've extinguished all hazardous flames from that fire. All except you that is, but don't worry I'll stamp you out soon enough." He finished, his tone betraying nothing.
It was either plain outright fury or utter despair that made her spit her next words. "Fuck you Bat boy." And just to make her point she slammed the phone off of the bars and then threw it Officer Marten's empty skull.
"Oww you psychotic bitch!" Fang Cop screamed at her. Cassia was actually impressed he had enough sense to respond.
She smiled shaking her head; she was trying not to laugh knowing that it would only provoke him more. "That's my name, don't wear it out!" Now she was laughing.
Officer Marten bore down on her spitting vehemently through the bars. "You won't be laughing when you wake up."
"Then bring it on Fang Cop. Show me what your packing." Cassia dared him, glaring back profusely amused.
"Who said anything about me!" Officer Marten remarked, now looking extremely pleased with himself. Then without warning a cold black wave hit her, she was unprepared and it knocked her off of her feet. She was almost completely immune to vampire telepathy but this; she had never encountered such a strong telepathic 'punch'. It was like a silent but deadly piledriver that almost engulfed her into its black misty waters. Her head swam and she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. She tried throwing up her shields, the way she had done with countless vampires who had tried to screw her mind but it was too late with her last once of strength she turned her head to see pristine Nikes walking into the room. Then the darkness arose to envelop her.
