A/N: Wow, reviews! Thanks! Malachite is pronounced Mal-a-chite, it's a type of precious stone. Here's part 2, anyway. Hopefully part 3 should be out by tomorrow.
Part 2
"How the hell did she manage to get away?" Valarie was stalking up and down the warehouse floor, knowing over and breaking anything foolish enough to be in her path. "We had her under surveillance for months!"
"These things are tricky," Shiva pointed out, her tone far too bored Valarie's liking. Shiva acted like she didn't care about anything. Valarie almost didn't understand why she bothered to be part of the group at all.
"Things go wrong sometimes," Nolan offered, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He seemed more interested in something on the floor by his feet than actually looking at Valarie.
Valarie stopped storming around, caught somewhere between anger and annoyance. "Ara Redfern is responsible for Trey's death, or have you all forgotten that?" she snapped. She tugged at her raven ponytail, almost mad enough to tug the damn thing out her head all together.
Nolan looked up at her, Shiva sighed and folded her arms. "We know, you never let us forget it, and it's not like we would. There can't be that many people named Ara Redfern."
Nolan barked a laugh. "Yeah, when there are a hundred Redferns on every street corner these days."
"So what do *you* suggest?" Shiva snapped. "Maybe Redfern's aren't as rare as they used to be, anyone with a blood relative claims the name at the moment. Checking our records, asking our spies, is about the only thing I can think of to find her."
It surprised Valarie that Shiva had thought at all. She was the leader, she did all the planning and handed out the assignments. There maybe only three of them now, but they were still the best vampire hunters in Elmfield. And besides, Trey had never really liked Shiva, at least, as far as she knew.
"I don't care how we do it," Valarie said finally. "She hurt us, and she's going to pay with her own blood."
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Part 2
"How the hell did she manage to get away?" Valarie was stalking up and down the warehouse floor, knowing over and breaking anything foolish enough to be in her path. "We had her under surveillance for months!"
"These things are tricky," Shiva pointed out, her tone far too bored Valarie's liking. Shiva acted like she didn't care about anything. Valarie almost didn't understand why she bothered to be part of the group at all.
"Things go wrong sometimes," Nolan offered, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He seemed more interested in something on the floor by his feet than actually looking at Valarie.
Valarie stopped storming around, caught somewhere between anger and annoyance. "Ara Redfern is responsible for Trey's death, or have you all forgotten that?" she snapped. She tugged at her raven ponytail, almost mad enough to tug the damn thing out her head all together.
Nolan looked up at her, Shiva sighed and folded her arms. "We know, you never let us forget it, and it's not like we would. There can't be that many people named Ara Redfern."
Nolan barked a laugh. "Yeah, when there are a hundred Redferns on every street corner these days."
"So what do *you* suggest?" Shiva snapped. "Maybe Redfern's aren't as rare as they used to be, anyone with a blood relative claims the name at the moment. Checking our records, asking our spies, is about the only thing I can think of to find her."
It surprised Valarie that Shiva had thought at all. She was the leader, she did all the planning and handed out the assignments. There maybe only three of them now, but they were still the best vampire hunters in Elmfield. And besides, Trey had never really liked Shiva, at least, as far as she knew.
"I don't care how we do it," Valarie said finally. "She hurt us, and she's going to pay with her own blood."
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