Author's note: sorry this has taken forever, I've been on vacation for
quite some time, then had to get ready for university practically straight
afterwards, but now my life has some sort of order to it again, parts
should be coming much more rapidly again.
Part 14
Yanna was a bundle of nerves as she followed the directions to find Chimalais Neptune. Her friends at Daybreak headquarters had warned her that Chimalais wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world.
Yanna turned on the radio to an upbeat pop station she liked to try to calm her nerves. It was a safe bet the girl was a Night World with such a flashy name. She had been warned to take backup with her.
Yanna's foot pressed down, flooring the accelerator. Everyone thought of her as the sweet, innocent doormat whose only good was bringing Malachite to his senses. She wasn't getting any sense out of anyone on this whole Malachite/Ara saga. Chimalais had known him in his bad days, she was posing an old friend of Malachite's and then she'd get some info. Or that was the plan, at least.
Yanna turned off the freeway, glancing at the map.
Of course, she hadn't *told* anyone where she was going. She would do this. Do this and do it right.
She drove down some winding country roads to a beautiful Victorian looking mansion. Large iron gates surrounded the estate. She pushed the income button on the wall in front of the entrance. "Yanna Weald. Ms. Neptune is expecting me."
The gates opened. Yanna drew a deep breath and drove down the tree and bush lined driveway. The expanse of lawn around the mansion looked as soft as silk. As she got out Yanna felt a shiver run through her spine.
She didn't hear a single sound. No birds chirruped, nothing rustled in the expanse of bushes and trees surrounding the lawn. Yanna straightened her shoulders and ran a brush through her hair. Hoping she didn't topple over in her heels she walked as quickly and confidently as she could to the large wooden front door and rang the bell.
Loud chimes sounded from within the house. A maid in a black and white uniform opened the door. "Follow me." Her tone was curt, almost harsh.
Yanna didn't comment. Alarm was running through her, she could feel a cold sweat starting to break out on her forehead. A voice inside her was screaming at her to get out, get out of there while she still had the chance.
Yanna refused to give in. She was going to stand her ground.
Yanna, of course, should have listened to the inner voice.
* * *
"What the fuck did you do that for?" Trey stared at the dead girl on Chimalais's living room floor. He had been planning on eavesdropping on the conversation.
He was curious to know what Malachite's soulmate was like. He'd only seen her in passing and knew her name and who she was to him, that was all.
He hadn't expected to see the girl with a sword in her back. He'd noticed two katanas on display on the wall when he'd been there before. He should have guessed what Chimalais was up to.
Chimalais just pulled the sword out and wiped the blade with a white cloth in her hand before putting it back on display.
"Get rid of her," she ordered, and walked out the room, head held high, leaving Trey staring after her in utter disbelief.
* * *
Part 14
Yanna was a bundle of nerves as she followed the directions to find Chimalais Neptune. Her friends at Daybreak headquarters had warned her that Chimalais wasn't exactly the nicest person in the world.
Yanna turned on the radio to an upbeat pop station she liked to try to calm her nerves. It was a safe bet the girl was a Night World with such a flashy name. She had been warned to take backup with her.
Yanna's foot pressed down, flooring the accelerator. Everyone thought of her as the sweet, innocent doormat whose only good was bringing Malachite to his senses. She wasn't getting any sense out of anyone on this whole Malachite/Ara saga. Chimalais had known him in his bad days, she was posing an old friend of Malachite's and then she'd get some info. Or that was the plan, at least.
Yanna turned off the freeway, glancing at the map.
Of course, she hadn't *told* anyone where she was going. She would do this. Do this and do it right.
She drove down some winding country roads to a beautiful Victorian looking mansion. Large iron gates surrounded the estate. She pushed the income button on the wall in front of the entrance. "Yanna Weald. Ms. Neptune is expecting me."
The gates opened. Yanna drew a deep breath and drove down the tree and bush lined driveway. The expanse of lawn around the mansion looked as soft as silk. As she got out Yanna felt a shiver run through her spine.
She didn't hear a single sound. No birds chirruped, nothing rustled in the expanse of bushes and trees surrounding the lawn. Yanna straightened her shoulders and ran a brush through her hair. Hoping she didn't topple over in her heels she walked as quickly and confidently as she could to the large wooden front door and rang the bell.
Loud chimes sounded from within the house. A maid in a black and white uniform opened the door. "Follow me." Her tone was curt, almost harsh.
Yanna didn't comment. Alarm was running through her, she could feel a cold sweat starting to break out on her forehead. A voice inside her was screaming at her to get out, get out of there while she still had the chance.
Yanna refused to give in. She was going to stand her ground.
Yanna, of course, should have listened to the inner voice.
* * *
"What the fuck did you do that for?" Trey stared at the dead girl on Chimalais's living room floor. He had been planning on eavesdropping on the conversation.
He was curious to know what Malachite's soulmate was like. He'd only seen her in passing and knew her name and who she was to him, that was all.
He hadn't expected to see the girl with a sword in her back. He'd noticed two katanas on display on the wall when he'd been there before. He should have guessed what Chimalais was up to.
Chimalais just pulled the sword out and wiped the blade with a white cloth in her hand before putting it back on display.
"Get rid of her," she ordered, and walked out the room, head held high, leaving Trey staring after her in utter disbelief.
* * *