Slayers Resurrection
Part II
Chapter Two
Rex Draconis
A translucent peace had settled on the suburban neighborhood, the peace that comes with fresh snow. As still and undisturbed as the smooth white sheets that blanketed them, the houses were quiet, the hustle and bustle of post-Christmas cleaning was absent, as was the soft sound of women singing as they made breakfast or the accustomed grumbling of their husbands as they walked out the get the paper. Plastic snowman saluted cheerfully from their spots on some lawns, coated with really snow, and the traces of cat's footprints could be found along the frozen crust where they had padded along that night. The rosy glow of the sun was reflected hundreds of times on the mirror like surface of the drifts, giving the area an almost fictional feel.
All in all, the red headed man standing alone on the street corner looked entirely out of place.
He was tall, standing about six foot five, and muscularly built, as if he regularly visited the gym. His shoulders were broad, his waist, while not narrow, was tapered and well constructed, his legs were obviously very strong. He was not dressed for a December the 26 in New Hampshire, he looked, rather, as if he lived in Hawaii for all his life and had appeared, out of the blue, into the new cold environment. The coat he wore, though long, was thin and not suitable for someone of his appearance, it looked like something a teen would wear, pockets at every available place, it was a pale shad of beige, however it was in no place ripped or frayed, but was trim and neat and pressed, as were his other clothes. Under the coat was a blue Hawaiian print tee shirt and loose khaki leather pants. The oddest thing about his appearance, despite his clothes, was his hair, which was fell down to his waist in a straight ponytail and was not red, but scarlet. His eyebrows and sideburns were also bright red, and they glinted in the early morning sun.
Taking long strides, he moved toward one house in the center of the block. Golden letters gleamed on the mailbox. Kyria.
A little boy was the first to open, though he wasn't really little per say, as everyone was tiny compared to this giant. Rex smiled down at him, a cheesy, bright, physiatrist smile. The little boy looked up at him, and, for just a moment, a calculating look flashed on his face. Then, he grinned as well, a angelic innocence materializing across his face. "Hello."
"Hey, kid." Rex said, crouching down so they were on the same eye level. "My name's Mr. Draconis. Do you think your mommy and daddy would mind if I came in and talked to your sister? I work for the police." The last sentence sounded almost like an afterthought.
The boy's smile changed form one of curious friendliness to one of contempt. In clear, sarcastic English he replied, "Hiya Mr. Rex, sir. My name's Phib Kyria. If you want to talk to my sister she's upstairs. In her room. Where she belongs. As for my mother and father, they don't give a crap about you, or about anyone but themselves, so you're safe there. The police have been by already. Who are you?"
Rex didn't look taken aback, mildly surprised, or even faintly ruffled. "The name's Mr. Draconis. I told you. Your sisters in her room you say? Where would that be?"
Phib smiled happily again. "Up the stairs. First right after the bathroom. You'll hear the classical music from a mile away."
Sabrina Grace Kyria
When the stranger first knocked on her door, she didn't notice. She was right in the middle of one of her favorite violin concerto's by Mozart, and when she did notice, she didn't praticualarly want to get up. Besides, it was the morning after Christamas, and she it wasn't like she was going to bound up on her oh so tired legs and greet whatever family member wanted to yell at her for whatever reason.
But her family members never knocked that much. After the concerto was over, at the fifth knock, she finally pulled herself up, smiling and preparing to be her wonderful perky self. Her cheeks hurt from all the beaming she'd been doing because of Christmas. Sighing, she crossed the neat, clean room and opened the door.
A man stood there.
He was a very, very tall man, she had to crane her head up to look at him, and she considered herself a tall person. His red hair was very bush and boardered on scary, his mouth seemed fond of smiling and he looked, as far as she could tell, very kind.
"Hello", she said, pleasantly, because she was pleasant as a rule, and there was no reason to be anything but pleasant.
"Hello", he responded, and in his response she caught the first whiff of trouble, in the sleepy, sardonic, conceited undertones of his voice. "I'm Rex Draconis. I'm with the police department", she unconsciously backed away, the memories of the 24th were not something she enjoyed going through, "I realize you've talked about this before, but I'm conducting a special investigation. I'd like you to help me." She could hear haughtiness in his voice, and a certain amount of irony.
The bed was right behind her, she sat on it, dazed. She could feel tension in her shoulders. He moved his head very close to hers. His eyes made her feel dizy and disoriented. She was loosing her touch on reality. She could feel his breath on her face.
"I want you to help me, Sabrina. I want you to talk to me. Talk to me. Sylphiel."
She began to speak. "It was early in the morning when Fiona called me that day. She said that she and Gaby were going out to eat breakfast at IHOP, she wanted to know if I would come. Well, I asked my parents, and they said it was okay, so I went. I wore my favorite white shirt and washed out jeans. I thought I was looking nice that day, better than usual.
"When Gaby picked me up, it was his car we were driving. His car's a convertible, but it was supposed to rain that day, so we put the hood up. He drove us to breakfast along the costal road, you know, the one old Ms. Rainer keeps up. I got scared when he swerved, but then he and Fi laughed, it was a game.
"We got to IHOP, finally, and I ordered one fried egg. I wasn't really hungry. Fi ordered some pancakes and Gaby got triple portions of pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage and some eggs. I think they were scrambled. During the meal, he said that I cooked better eggs. I was happy. But Fi was edgy for the whole meal. She kept glancing at me and then at Gaby. I didn't know what she was about until she cornered me in the bathroom and told me she wanted to brake up with him. I tried to convince her not to do it, she loves Gaby. But she was set. We left the restaurant shortly afterward.
"So when we were driving back, just before the coastal road, she sprung it on him. Just like that. It was like 'Gaby, I think we shoult brake up.' And then there was silence. I turned on the radio" Sabrina pantomimed twisting the knob " and we kept driving. It was really quiet. No one knew what to say.
"Finally, Gaby pulled over on the side of the road, and got out, with no warning. I was startled, but then went out after him. I wanted to hold him if he cried . . . so then I got out after him. Gaby was in my way, so I couldn't see much, but I could hear this girl talking."
"What was she saying?" The man's voice startled her, she blinked several times. He was staring intently at her, his eyes large and almost red.
"A spell, I think. It sounded like one. It felt familiar somehow. I had major, what's it called?, you know, the French thing." She shook her head "Anyway. . it was familiar. Something about . . .about dragons . ." she looked up at him again "and I looked up and could see Ami from school and then there was all this red light. Then silence. Fiona came down the hill looking upset and we all bundled back in. We were all kinda confused, Gaby drove us home. Next thing I know, the police are questioning us." The last line was delivered with an accusatory glare.
"What about the others?"
"What?" She looked confused again, her eyes wide, her hair in her face.
"Where did they go? After all the red light? The others?"
"I didn't see. Gaby was in my way. But as we were getting in the car, I saw Ami run down there and there were four people on the beach. One looked like a little kid." Sabrina looked up, after living through it again the trance was broken. "Was I helpful?"
"Nothing I hadn't heard before, but thanks anyway."
She smiled at his peculiar behavior. This man was an odd one. He reminded her of Phib, somehow, but no, that was insane, her brother was nothing like this man. She barely heard his very rushed 'bye' or her own, she was too caught up in thought. Something . . . something about him. She' couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something, something confusingly familiar.
She remembered the phrase now, the French one she had been looking for. Her voice was soft as summer wind and almost below audible, but she felt herself say it. "Déjà vu."
Gordon Ken
The house was empty. He could feel the emptiness in the silence; at the dinner table, as he baked, as he cleaned. He could feel it in the heavy way he had started walking. He could see it on the empty couch, the bedding next to it folded neatly, waiting for its owner to come back.
Lina.
He knew that the house was empty, because the emptiness of his home echoed the emptiness he himself felt.
He sighed and pushed out the cookie dough again, his weight on the rolling pin. He was making a batch of sugar cookies to sell before his customary New Year's Eve sale, and they were coming along great. He had added some nut-meg into the batch, and had his favorite cookie cutters out. Already his baking sheet was adorned with the time's square ball, the New Year's baby, horns blaring in celebration, and a multitude of other holiday symbols, their pale yellow crust waiting to be baked. The smell of dough filled the air. Like the night she left.
He could still see her, in his minds eye, as she fell towards the door, her hands at her temples her eyes wide and her mouth open. He could still hear her heavy breathing, could still fell the tension in the air. He could still remember how she had shut herself off from him, how she had collapsed inward, trying to hide her pain from him. Trying to hide herself from him.
He shook, sat back in a chair and gripped its side hard, his knuckles turning white. Out the window, the burning penny that was the sun sunk behind the mountains. The ugly lamp was the only light in the room when his grip finally loosened, when his head drooped.
He dreamed.
It was a night mare he had been having frequently, and the sickening familiarity of it made him feel like retching. But, as always, it started out happily enough. She was sitting there, on the tree trunk, her long red hair swinging in the wind, smiling widely as she spoke to him, her voice lilting around the campsite. Her hands helped her with her story, dancing through the air. She was smiling at him, her attention directed at him, and though he couldn't hear her words, he smiled back. The image faded.
Then they were at an inn of sorts, late at night. She was sitting in a chair with other people around her, a girl with dark hair, a man with blue skin, holding a coffee cup. Again, she was talking, this time to the girl, the girl was looking very confused. She looked up at him and grinned, and he took a seat across from her.
And then he was standing, holding a sword, and she was screaming. Was it words or was it in pain? He lunged toward her, but he could not reach her and she was fading away . . . .
Fiona Drygoon
Fi sighed and put her head on her hands. Gaby was at a business trip with his parents, supposedly, but really she thought he was avoiding her. Which hurt. She had been feeling really guilty about dumping him; she shuddered hearing the word, even in her own mind. And now the rumors were getting spread around school. Some people confronted her; others stared at her with open mouths. One had even slapped her. Why was it wrong of her to feel tired of a relationship? What was so wrong with that? She just wanted to move on, she didn't love Gaby and never had, why should she stay with him when she could be with someone she really wanted?
Like Valerie.
Since they went to different schools, she didn't know where he was right now, but there was a soccer game this weekend, and she would see him there. Her heart beat faster at the thought. In her minds eyes, she could see him now, sweating and panting from a long run, pushing his blue hair out of his eyes. It hurt, though, knowing that she couldn't go talk to him: that would be too obvious. Visiting him in the hospital had been way too much as it was, she didn't want him to think she was stalking him or something.
But, God, stalking him sounded like a good idea to her.
Fi picked her head up off her desk as she heard the classroom door close. The woman entering was not her usual advanced mathematics teacher, it was a woman. A tall, thin, beautiful woman, with long silky blond hair wearing, gasp, fashionable clothes. Fi had never seen a teacher wearing anything near up-to-date but this woman was beyond it. She wore a sexy, tight, blue shirt that showed off her protruding collarbones, her long thin fingers and arms. Her pants were flared and were made of a soft white fabric. Fi stared at her in envy, she would kill for clothes that expensive. (Her parents, as they would soon be putting Malgasia through four years at MIT had become very frugal in their buying habits.)
The teacher glanced over them all, then with a smile, she placed a long, thin pipe between her lips. The class watched, agast. Murmurs like little ripples ran from mouth to mouth, 'is that even allowed in here?' 'who is she?' 'that smoke sure looks good' 'does she even know how she's crapping up her lips?'. The only comment Fi made, when a girl turned to her, was "All I want to know is where she bought that shirt." This satisfied the girl, and she turned away, leaving Fiona to her rather unpleasant thoughts.
Really, she wanted to know everything everyone else was asking, and one other, important thing. Why was the woman watching them like that? Her eyes, cool and purple, surveyed them all, her gaze was calculating. She seemed to be looking for something, she stopped at every face and searched it, piercingly. Her look, her manner, her eyes reminded Fi of someone very strongly.
Xelloss.
"Hello." The woman spoke at last, her voice soft and sultry. A woman's voice. The voice of a temptress. "My name is Ms. Metalium. I will be your new advanced math teacher."
Now the murmurs became louder. 'New math teacher? What happened to Mr. Grubskee? Where's he?' 'God, this room stinks of smoke.' 'I hope she doesn't give us homework.' 'Do you think she'll smoke in every class?' 'Wait, Metalium as in that Xellos kid?'
The sound was cut short by the door swinging open, and, lo and behold, who stood there but Xellos?
Speak of the devil, Fi thought. But her reflection was cut short, when Xellos started to speak.
"She's not here anymore."
The woman looked up, turned sharply to face him. Her voice turned cold and deadly. "What?"
"She left, with two of the other vermin. They're gone."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on them. Fi was the only one to speak, in a hurried whisper soft as the wind "where did they go?"
Ms. Metalium, or whatever her name was, spoke again. "Who knows where they are?"
Xellos grimaced, he looked as if he had been expecting this question. No, dreading it. "The hell master. Gaav. I don't know about Dolphin and Dynast yet, I have not encountered them in this world."
"Where is she?"
"I believe" Xellos paused, seemed to think. "I know. She is in this hemisphere, on this continent, in this country, in the southwester region. They have been moving."
The woman smiled, a cruel smile this time, that made Fi shiver, though the room was well heated. "Find them."
DUN DUN DUUUN!!!
To be continued . . . .
Sorry for the wait between updates, I've been really busy. Also, sorry for the short chapter. But anyway, I'm so excited! Now the real plot of Slayers Ressurection is about to come out!! YAY!!! ^_^!!! Okay, I'm happy.
Peace is love.
Divine Firefly
Part II
Chapter Two
Rex Draconis
A translucent peace had settled on the suburban neighborhood, the peace that comes with fresh snow. As still and undisturbed as the smooth white sheets that blanketed them, the houses were quiet, the hustle and bustle of post-Christmas cleaning was absent, as was the soft sound of women singing as they made breakfast or the accustomed grumbling of their husbands as they walked out the get the paper. Plastic snowman saluted cheerfully from their spots on some lawns, coated with really snow, and the traces of cat's footprints could be found along the frozen crust where they had padded along that night. The rosy glow of the sun was reflected hundreds of times on the mirror like surface of the drifts, giving the area an almost fictional feel.
All in all, the red headed man standing alone on the street corner looked entirely out of place.
He was tall, standing about six foot five, and muscularly built, as if he regularly visited the gym. His shoulders were broad, his waist, while not narrow, was tapered and well constructed, his legs were obviously very strong. He was not dressed for a December the 26 in New Hampshire, he looked, rather, as if he lived in Hawaii for all his life and had appeared, out of the blue, into the new cold environment. The coat he wore, though long, was thin and not suitable for someone of his appearance, it looked like something a teen would wear, pockets at every available place, it was a pale shad of beige, however it was in no place ripped or frayed, but was trim and neat and pressed, as were his other clothes. Under the coat was a blue Hawaiian print tee shirt and loose khaki leather pants. The oddest thing about his appearance, despite his clothes, was his hair, which was fell down to his waist in a straight ponytail and was not red, but scarlet. His eyebrows and sideburns were also bright red, and they glinted in the early morning sun.
Taking long strides, he moved toward one house in the center of the block. Golden letters gleamed on the mailbox. Kyria.
A little boy was the first to open, though he wasn't really little per say, as everyone was tiny compared to this giant. Rex smiled down at him, a cheesy, bright, physiatrist smile. The little boy looked up at him, and, for just a moment, a calculating look flashed on his face. Then, he grinned as well, a angelic innocence materializing across his face. "Hello."
"Hey, kid." Rex said, crouching down so they were on the same eye level. "My name's Mr. Draconis. Do you think your mommy and daddy would mind if I came in and talked to your sister? I work for the police." The last sentence sounded almost like an afterthought.
The boy's smile changed form one of curious friendliness to one of contempt. In clear, sarcastic English he replied, "Hiya Mr. Rex, sir. My name's Phib Kyria. If you want to talk to my sister she's upstairs. In her room. Where she belongs. As for my mother and father, they don't give a crap about you, or about anyone but themselves, so you're safe there. The police have been by already. Who are you?"
Rex didn't look taken aback, mildly surprised, or even faintly ruffled. "The name's Mr. Draconis. I told you. Your sisters in her room you say? Where would that be?"
Phib smiled happily again. "Up the stairs. First right after the bathroom. You'll hear the classical music from a mile away."
Sabrina Grace Kyria
When the stranger first knocked on her door, she didn't notice. She was right in the middle of one of her favorite violin concerto's by Mozart, and when she did notice, she didn't praticualarly want to get up. Besides, it was the morning after Christamas, and she it wasn't like she was going to bound up on her oh so tired legs and greet whatever family member wanted to yell at her for whatever reason.
But her family members never knocked that much. After the concerto was over, at the fifth knock, she finally pulled herself up, smiling and preparing to be her wonderful perky self. Her cheeks hurt from all the beaming she'd been doing because of Christmas. Sighing, she crossed the neat, clean room and opened the door.
A man stood there.
He was a very, very tall man, she had to crane her head up to look at him, and she considered herself a tall person. His red hair was very bush and boardered on scary, his mouth seemed fond of smiling and he looked, as far as she could tell, very kind.
"Hello", she said, pleasantly, because she was pleasant as a rule, and there was no reason to be anything but pleasant.
"Hello", he responded, and in his response she caught the first whiff of trouble, in the sleepy, sardonic, conceited undertones of his voice. "I'm Rex Draconis. I'm with the police department", she unconsciously backed away, the memories of the 24th were not something she enjoyed going through, "I realize you've talked about this before, but I'm conducting a special investigation. I'd like you to help me." She could hear haughtiness in his voice, and a certain amount of irony.
The bed was right behind her, she sat on it, dazed. She could feel tension in her shoulders. He moved his head very close to hers. His eyes made her feel dizy and disoriented. She was loosing her touch on reality. She could feel his breath on her face.
"I want you to help me, Sabrina. I want you to talk to me. Talk to me. Sylphiel."
She began to speak. "It was early in the morning when Fiona called me that day. She said that she and Gaby were going out to eat breakfast at IHOP, she wanted to know if I would come. Well, I asked my parents, and they said it was okay, so I went. I wore my favorite white shirt and washed out jeans. I thought I was looking nice that day, better than usual.
"When Gaby picked me up, it was his car we were driving. His car's a convertible, but it was supposed to rain that day, so we put the hood up. He drove us to breakfast along the costal road, you know, the one old Ms. Rainer keeps up. I got scared when he swerved, but then he and Fi laughed, it was a game.
"We got to IHOP, finally, and I ordered one fried egg. I wasn't really hungry. Fi ordered some pancakes and Gaby got triple portions of pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausage and some eggs. I think they were scrambled. During the meal, he said that I cooked better eggs. I was happy. But Fi was edgy for the whole meal. She kept glancing at me and then at Gaby. I didn't know what she was about until she cornered me in the bathroom and told me she wanted to brake up with him. I tried to convince her not to do it, she loves Gaby. But she was set. We left the restaurant shortly afterward.
"So when we were driving back, just before the coastal road, she sprung it on him. Just like that. It was like 'Gaby, I think we shoult brake up.' And then there was silence. I turned on the radio" Sabrina pantomimed twisting the knob " and we kept driving. It was really quiet. No one knew what to say.
"Finally, Gaby pulled over on the side of the road, and got out, with no warning. I was startled, but then went out after him. I wanted to hold him if he cried . . . so then I got out after him. Gaby was in my way, so I couldn't see much, but I could hear this girl talking."
"What was she saying?" The man's voice startled her, she blinked several times. He was staring intently at her, his eyes large and almost red.
"A spell, I think. It sounded like one. It felt familiar somehow. I had major, what's it called?, you know, the French thing." She shook her head "Anyway. . it was familiar. Something about . . .about dragons . ." she looked up at him again "and I looked up and could see Ami from school and then there was all this red light. Then silence. Fiona came down the hill looking upset and we all bundled back in. We were all kinda confused, Gaby drove us home. Next thing I know, the police are questioning us." The last line was delivered with an accusatory glare.
"What about the others?"
"What?" She looked confused again, her eyes wide, her hair in her face.
"Where did they go? After all the red light? The others?"
"I didn't see. Gaby was in my way. But as we were getting in the car, I saw Ami run down there and there were four people on the beach. One looked like a little kid." Sabrina looked up, after living through it again the trance was broken. "Was I helpful?"
"Nothing I hadn't heard before, but thanks anyway."
She smiled at his peculiar behavior. This man was an odd one. He reminded her of Phib, somehow, but no, that was insane, her brother was nothing like this man. She barely heard his very rushed 'bye' or her own, she was too caught up in thought. Something . . . something about him. She' couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something, something confusingly familiar.
She remembered the phrase now, the French one she had been looking for. Her voice was soft as summer wind and almost below audible, but she felt herself say it. "Déjà vu."
Gordon Ken
The house was empty. He could feel the emptiness in the silence; at the dinner table, as he baked, as he cleaned. He could feel it in the heavy way he had started walking. He could see it on the empty couch, the bedding next to it folded neatly, waiting for its owner to come back.
Lina.
He knew that the house was empty, because the emptiness of his home echoed the emptiness he himself felt.
He sighed and pushed out the cookie dough again, his weight on the rolling pin. He was making a batch of sugar cookies to sell before his customary New Year's Eve sale, and they were coming along great. He had added some nut-meg into the batch, and had his favorite cookie cutters out. Already his baking sheet was adorned with the time's square ball, the New Year's baby, horns blaring in celebration, and a multitude of other holiday symbols, their pale yellow crust waiting to be baked. The smell of dough filled the air. Like the night she left.
He could still see her, in his minds eye, as she fell towards the door, her hands at her temples her eyes wide and her mouth open. He could still hear her heavy breathing, could still fell the tension in the air. He could still remember how she had shut herself off from him, how she had collapsed inward, trying to hide her pain from him. Trying to hide herself from him.
He shook, sat back in a chair and gripped its side hard, his knuckles turning white. Out the window, the burning penny that was the sun sunk behind the mountains. The ugly lamp was the only light in the room when his grip finally loosened, when his head drooped.
He dreamed.
It was a night mare he had been having frequently, and the sickening familiarity of it made him feel like retching. But, as always, it started out happily enough. She was sitting there, on the tree trunk, her long red hair swinging in the wind, smiling widely as she spoke to him, her voice lilting around the campsite. Her hands helped her with her story, dancing through the air. She was smiling at him, her attention directed at him, and though he couldn't hear her words, he smiled back. The image faded.
Then they were at an inn of sorts, late at night. She was sitting in a chair with other people around her, a girl with dark hair, a man with blue skin, holding a coffee cup. Again, she was talking, this time to the girl, the girl was looking very confused. She looked up at him and grinned, and he took a seat across from her.
And then he was standing, holding a sword, and she was screaming. Was it words or was it in pain? He lunged toward her, but he could not reach her and she was fading away . . . .
Fiona Drygoon
Fi sighed and put her head on her hands. Gaby was at a business trip with his parents, supposedly, but really she thought he was avoiding her. Which hurt. She had been feeling really guilty about dumping him; she shuddered hearing the word, even in her own mind. And now the rumors were getting spread around school. Some people confronted her; others stared at her with open mouths. One had even slapped her. Why was it wrong of her to feel tired of a relationship? What was so wrong with that? She just wanted to move on, she didn't love Gaby and never had, why should she stay with him when she could be with someone she really wanted?
Like Valerie.
Since they went to different schools, she didn't know where he was right now, but there was a soccer game this weekend, and she would see him there. Her heart beat faster at the thought. In her minds eyes, she could see him now, sweating and panting from a long run, pushing his blue hair out of his eyes. It hurt, though, knowing that she couldn't go talk to him: that would be too obvious. Visiting him in the hospital had been way too much as it was, she didn't want him to think she was stalking him or something.
But, God, stalking him sounded like a good idea to her.
Fi picked her head up off her desk as she heard the classroom door close. The woman entering was not her usual advanced mathematics teacher, it was a woman. A tall, thin, beautiful woman, with long silky blond hair wearing, gasp, fashionable clothes. Fi had never seen a teacher wearing anything near up-to-date but this woman was beyond it. She wore a sexy, tight, blue shirt that showed off her protruding collarbones, her long thin fingers and arms. Her pants were flared and were made of a soft white fabric. Fi stared at her in envy, she would kill for clothes that expensive. (Her parents, as they would soon be putting Malgasia through four years at MIT had become very frugal in their buying habits.)
The teacher glanced over them all, then with a smile, she placed a long, thin pipe between her lips. The class watched, agast. Murmurs like little ripples ran from mouth to mouth, 'is that even allowed in here?' 'who is she?' 'that smoke sure looks good' 'does she even know how she's crapping up her lips?'. The only comment Fi made, when a girl turned to her, was "All I want to know is where she bought that shirt." This satisfied the girl, and she turned away, leaving Fiona to her rather unpleasant thoughts.
Really, she wanted to know everything everyone else was asking, and one other, important thing. Why was the woman watching them like that? Her eyes, cool and purple, surveyed them all, her gaze was calculating. She seemed to be looking for something, she stopped at every face and searched it, piercingly. Her look, her manner, her eyes reminded Fi of someone very strongly.
Xelloss.
"Hello." The woman spoke at last, her voice soft and sultry. A woman's voice. The voice of a temptress. "My name is Ms. Metalium. I will be your new advanced math teacher."
Now the murmurs became louder. 'New math teacher? What happened to Mr. Grubskee? Where's he?' 'God, this room stinks of smoke.' 'I hope she doesn't give us homework.' 'Do you think she'll smoke in every class?' 'Wait, Metalium as in that Xellos kid?'
The sound was cut short by the door swinging open, and, lo and behold, who stood there but Xellos?
Speak of the devil, Fi thought. But her reflection was cut short, when Xellos started to speak.
"She's not here anymore."
The woman looked up, turned sharply to face him. Her voice turned cold and deadly. "What?"
"She left, with two of the other vermin. They're gone."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on them. Fi was the only one to speak, in a hurried whisper soft as the wind "where did they go?"
Ms. Metalium, or whatever her name was, spoke again. "Who knows where they are?"
Xellos grimaced, he looked as if he had been expecting this question. No, dreading it. "The hell master. Gaav. I don't know about Dolphin and Dynast yet, I have not encountered them in this world."
"Where is she?"
"I believe" Xellos paused, seemed to think. "I know. She is in this hemisphere, on this continent, in this country, in the southwester region. They have been moving."
The woman smiled, a cruel smile this time, that made Fi shiver, though the room was well heated. "Find them."
DUN DUN DUUUN!!!
To be continued . . . .
Sorry for the wait between updates, I've been really busy. Also, sorry for the short chapter. But anyway, I'm so excited! Now the real plot of Slayers Ressurection is about to come out!! YAY!!! ^_^!!! Okay, I'm happy.
Peace is love.
Divine Firefly