Part 3
"Ooh, He's hot, who's he?"
Carmella glanced over her shoulders at her best friend Neva Wood. She shook her head. "No idea."
Neva's head tilted, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders in tight corkscrew curls. "You sound weird. Are you okay?"
Carmella shrugged uncomfortably. "He thought I was Honey."
Neva's eyebrows shot up. "Your sister? But she's - "
"Dead, I know." Carmella smiled dryly. "It just makes me think of how disappointed Honey would be if she could see me now."
Neva moved down the stairs. "So you wound up with the bad guy - it's not that big a deal. Jarvis isn't all *that* bad, he treats you like a queen."
Carmella grunted. "You know what, I think I'll take rain check on that movie. You should go."
Neva stared at her, then snorted and shook her head. "Whatever." She walked off, slamming the front door behind her.
Carmella sat on the bottom step of the stairs. Neva would never understand. Neva was a born a bred Night Worlder. She didn't know what it felt like, the difficulty of changing sides.
Carmella buried her face in her hands. From the way that boy had been talking it sounded like Honey was still alive. But - but that couldn't be. She had watched Jarvis *stake* her. She'd seen it in her nightmares for five years.
She'd betrayed her entire family to death - for what? A relationship with Jarvis's older brother than had lasted for less than a month. If Honey was alive, would she even be able to accept the truth about what had happened back then?
Probably not.
The boy had mentioned something about a safehouse. She had been a Daybreaker once. She had known where the local safehouse was located. ^And if they've got any sense, which they have, they would have moved^ she thought. ^Daybreakers aren't as stupid as everyone thinks, and I know that for sure. And they could never trust me again in a million years.^
There was one possibility. She went to the living room and picked up the phone. She stared at the dial pad for a few seconds, fingers hovering, then pushed the buttons quickly before she lost her nerve.
"Code name please," a female voice said on answering.
Carmella froze. She had forgotten Daybreak agents all had specific code names. Supposed to prevent Night World spies from getting information they shouldn't get their hands on.
"No code, it's an emergency." She hoped her voice was disguised enough.
"What kind of emergency?"
"One of your people gave me this number to call, cause one of your people is in danger - Honey Winchester - we need to know where she is to find her ASAP. It's a life or death situation, please hurry!" Carmella held her breath, waiting. Anticipation surged through her veins, would they tell her where her sister was hiding?
"Wait a sec."
Carmella tapped her foot impatiently. These people were supposed to be the good guys. They were *supposed* to help in an emergency.
"Still there?" the female on the other end of the line had come back.
"Yeah, still here, what's going on?"
"We need a little more info before we can give out the location of out members to strangers. Can you - "
"But she could be *dead* if you don't get off your asses and do something!" Carmella shrieked.
"What, exactly, happened? We need to know how you came by this information."
"Oh forget it!" Carmella slammed the phone down, hanging up on them.
She threw a cushion from the couch at the wall. She wanted to see her sister! She grabbed her purse and left the house, locking the door behind her. She hopped in her car and sped off towards town as another possibility occurred to her. She pulled up outside a bookstore with a café calling itself Dahlia's Book Haven. There was a witch shop in the back. Carmella got out, hesitating.
"You're the last person I would have expected to se here."
Carmella cursed under her breath. She should have known this was cutting it too fine. She turned to look at the speaker, a tall dark skinned boy coming in the opposite direction. "Ronan, didn't expect to see you in this part of town."
Ronan was Jarvis's right hand guy, sidekick was too crude a term for him. He was the guy who did all the dirty work Jarvis was too lazy to do himself. Disposing of bodies, taking care of problems, that sort of thing. ^And spying on Jarvis's latest catch^ Carmella thought moodily.
"You either. What are you doing here?"
"Nothing. Going home. See you."
She hurried off back to her car and drove off. She glanced in the rear view mirror, annoyed to notice Ronan, who followed her practically to her door. Carmella slumped on the sofa once in her empty house. How was she ever going to get to see Honey again?
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"Ooh, He's hot, who's he?"
Carmella glanced over her shoulders at her best friend Neva Wood. She shook her head. "No idea."
Neva's head tilted, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders in tight corkscrew curls. "You sound weird. Are you okay?"
Carmella shrugged uncomfortably. "He thought I was Honey."
Neva's eyebrows shot up. "Your sister? But she's - "
"Dead, I know." Carmella smiled dryly. "It just makes me think of how disappointed Honey would be if she could see me now."
Neva moved down the stairs. "So you wound up with the bad guy - it's not that big a deal. Jarvis isn't all *that* bad, he treats you like a queen."
Carmella grunted. "You know what, I think I'll take rain check on that movie. You should go."
Neva stared at her, then snorted and shook her head. "Whatever." She walked off, slamming the front door behind her.
Carmella sat on the bottom step of the stairs. Neva would never understand. Neva was a born a bred Night Worlder. She didn't know what it felt like, the difficulty of changing sides.
Carmella buried her face in her hands. From the way that boy had been talking it sounded like Honey was still alive. But - but that couldn't be. She had watched Jarvis *stake* her. She'd seen it in her nightmares for five years.
She'd betrayed her entire family to death - for what? A relationship with Jarvis's older brother than had lasted for less than a month. If Honey was alive, would she even be able to accept the truth about what had happened back then?
Probably not.
The boy had mentioned something about a safehouse. She had been a Daybreaker once. She had known where the local safehouse was located. ^And if they've got any sense, which they have, they would have moved^ she thought. ^Daybreakers aren't as stupid as everyone thinks, and I know that for sure. And they could never trust me again in a million years.^
There was one possibility. She went to the living room and picked up the phone. She stared at the dial pad for a few seconds, fingers hovering, then pushed the buttons quickly before she lost her nerve.
"Code name please," a female voice said on answering.
Carmella froze. She had forgotten Daybreak agents all had specific code names. Supposed to prevent Night World spies from getting information they shouldn't get their hands on.
"No code, it's an emergency." She hoped her voice was disguised enough.
"What kind of emergency?"
"One of your people gave me this number to call, cause one of your people is in danger - Honey Winchester - we need to know where she is to find her ASAP. It's a life or death situation, please hurry!" Carmella held her breath, waiting. Anticipation surged through her veins, would they tell her where her sister was hiding?
"Wait a sec."
Carmella tapped her foot impatiently. These people were supposed to be the good guys. They were *supposed* to help in an emergency.
"Still there?" the female on the other end of the line had come back.
"Yeah, still here, what's going on?"
"We need a little more info before we can give out the location of out members to strangers. Can you - "
"But she could be *dead* if you don't get off your asses and do something!" Carmella shrieked.
"What, exactly, happened? We need to know how you came by this information."
"Oh forget it!" Carmella slammed the phone down, hanging up on them.
She threw a cushion from the couch at the wall. She wanted to see her sister! She grabbed her purse and left the house, locking the door behind her. She hopped in her car and sped off towards town as another possibility occurred to her. She pulled up outside a bookstore with a café calling itself Dahlia's Book Haven. There was a witch shop in the back. Carmella got out, hesitating.
"You're the last person I would have expected to se here."
Carmella cursed under her breath. She should have known this was cutting it too fine. She turned to look at the speaker, a tall dark skinned boy coming in the opposite direction. "Ronan, didn't expect to see you in this part of town."
Ronan was Jarvis's right hand guy, sidekick was too crude a term for him. He was the guy who did all the dirty work Jarvis was too lazy to do himself. Disposing of bodies, taking care of problems, that sort of thing. ^And spying on Jarvis's latest catch^ Carmella thought moodily.
"You either. What are you doing here?"
"Nothing. Going home. See you."
She hurried off back to her car and drove off. She glanced in the rear view mirror, annoyed to notice Ronan, who followed her practically to her door. Carmella slumped on the sofa once in her empty house. How was she ever going to get to see Honey again?
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