Part 5
"Maybe I should have just killed the bitch," Monica grumbled as she her friend fellow lamia Paige left their local gym. Monica's attempts at flirting with Sheridan weren't getting anywhere. The annoyingly attractive jerk was utterly obsessed with Rose. *Ob*sessed. Monica wasn't used to guys jerking her around. Rich, beautiful and powerful, who could want more?
"What good would killing Rose do? He'd be bribing a Midnight witch to find forbidden spells to bring her back from the dead," Paige pointed out as she braided her long glossy dark hair.
Monica grunted, not wanting to admit out loud that Paige was probably right. "How can he be so obsessed with a girl who ran off and left him?" she complained.
Paige just laughed. "Dear kettle," she snorted. "Memo from Monica. You're black."
"Ha, ha," Monica snapped. "I am *not* obsessed. Sheridan and I would make the *perfect* match."
"He's not interested." Paige found her car keys and pushed a button. The lights on her soft topped red Mercedes flashed twice and she opened the driver's side door.
Monica scowled. "He will be when he founds out I know where she is."
Paige stared at her. "*How*?"
"My cousin Imogene phoned the other night with some *very* interesting information," Monica answered smugly.
"Like what?" Paige started the car.
"That's for me to know. And what I decide to use it for will have Sheridan eating out of the palm of my hand."
Paige's eyes rolled. "And here come the clichés."
Monica ignored the comment. She didn't think there was anything wrong with using a few old favourite clichés when it fit the moment.
Paige dropped her off outside her family's mansion. In her room Monica pondered on whether or not she should toy with Sheridan just yet. She needed to be sure Rose was really out of the picture, and then he would be at her complete disposal. Then she could really begin to have fun with him. ~Teach him for rejecting me~ she thought smugly. She dialled another number instead.
"This had better be important," a petulant voice whined.
"It is Elle," Monica answered impatiently. "I need a little favour."
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Paige tapped her fingers impatiently. It was bad enough she had to work with that snooty cow Monica Redfern, now she had information - and Circle Daybreak were *not* answering her phone call.
"Come *on*," she muttered.
Monica would never give up the information willingly. The bitch had an annoying habit for stretching that type of thing as far as it would go.
"She needs *staking*," her roommate witch Jean Weald commented, taking a saucepan off the kitchen cooker and pouring pasta onto two plates set out on the kitchen table. "I've been saying that for years."
Paige smiled as she turned the TV back on. "I know, and I've been agreeing. But unfortunately Monica's information in this case could actually turn out to be useful." She sighed with irritation as she watched Jean preparing the rest of the meal.
"Have you spoken to anyone else?" Jean asked as she sat down.
Paige shook her head. "I know Charina's also trying to help despite the fact she doesn't have a clue what she's doing. She already told her brother, who's having a hissy fit."
"Can't really blame him for that. His soulmate's run off and abandoned him and their baby."
Paige nodded. She was as baffled as everyone else was as why a nice girl like Rose would take off and disappear. There had to be a reason. It was something to be with Sheridan Blackthorn, but Paige wasn't exactly sure what he had to do it. Whatever it was, it had Monica hell-bent on getting revenge against Rose, who at one point had been Monica's supposed best friend. Yet another confusing thing Paige hadn't figured out yet. "Okay, point made. I don't know what this info Monica has is, or even if it's real. Monica's not above exaggerating." She sighed again. "This is where I hate being a spy."
Jean smiled, pushing her blonde hair out her green eyes. "You volunteered to be a spy."
Paige grunted. "I didn't expect Monica Redfern."
They lapsed into silence as they ate, glancing occasionally at the friendly babble of a comedy show on the TV. Paige couldn't understand girls like Monica with beauty. Too much beauty might be the reason Monica acted the way she did. She was spoiled rotten, and usually got any guy she wanted, then went postal and homicidal when she didn't get her own way.
Paige would have *killed* for a body like Monica's. Small and delicate with flyaway light brown hair and unremarkable blue eyes Paige was just your average girl. Sometimes it had its advantages, particularly for her spy work. When it came to ordinary things like parties and school dances, Paige was never the first choice.
Monica needed to be made an example of. Paige's belief in Daybreak's principles were shaken when it came to her. Monica had been a fool when she'd bragged about knowing where Rose was. Somewhere Paige would find herself a loop hole that would let her get rid of Monica for good.
* * *
"Maybe I should have just killed the bitch," Monica grumbled as she her friend fellow lamia Paige left their local gym. Monica's attempts at flirting with Sheridan weren't getting anywhere. The annoyingly attractive jerk was utterly obsessed with Rose. *Ob*sessed. Monica wasn't used to guys jerking her around. Rich, beautiful and powerful, who could want more?
"What good would killing Rose do? He'd be bribing a Midnight witch to find forbidden spells to bring her back from the dead," Paige pointed out as she braided her long glossy dark hair.
Monica grunted, not wanting to admit out loud that Paige was probably right. "How can he be so obsessed with a girl who ran off and left him?" she complained.
Paige just laughed. "Dear kettle," she snorted. "Memo from Monica. You're black."
"Ha, ha," Monica snapped. "I am *not* obsessed. Sheridan and I would make the *perfect* match."
"He's not interested." Paige found her car keys and pushed a button. The lights on her soft topped red Mercedes flashed twice and she opened the driver's side door.
Monica scowled. "He will be when he founds out I know where she is."
Paige stared at her. "*How*?"
"My cousin Imogene phoned the other night with some *very* interesting information," Monica answered smugly.
"Like what?" Paige started the car.
"That's for me to know. And what I decide to use it for will have Sheridan eating out of the palm of my hand."
Paige's eyes rolled. "And here come the clichés."
Monica ignored the comment. She didn't think there was anything wrong with using a few old favourite clichés when it fit the moment.
Paige dropped her off outside her family's mansion. In her room Monica pondered on whether or not she should toy with Sheridan just yet. She needed to be sure Rose was really out of the picture, and then he would be at her complete disposal. Then she could really begin to have fun with him. ~Teach him for rejecting me~ she thought smugly. She dialled another number instead.
"This had better be important," a petulant voice whined.
"It is Elle," Monica answered impatiently. "I need a little favour."
* * *
Paige tapped her fingers impatiently. It was bad enough she had to work with that snooty cow Monica Redfern, now she had information - and Circle Daybreak were *not* answering her phone call.
"Come *on*," she muttered.
Monica would never give up the information willingly. The bitch had an annoying habit for stretching that type of thing as far as it would go.
"She needs *staking*," her roommate witch Jean Weald commented, taking a saucepan off the kitchen cooker and pouring pasta onto two plates set out on the kitchen table. "I've been saying that for years."
Paige smiled as she turned the TV back on. "I know, and I've been agreeing. But unfortunately Monica's information in this case could actually turn out to be useful." She sighed with irritation as she watched Jean preparing the rest of the meal.
"Have you spoken to anyone else?" Jean asked as she sat down.
Paige shook her head. "I know Charina's also trying to help despite the fact she doesn't have a clue what she's doing. She already told her brother, who's having a hissy fit."
"Can't really blame him for that. His soulmate's run off and abandoned him and their baby."
Paige nodded. She was as baffled as everyone else was as why a nice girl like Rose would take off and disappear. There had to be a reason. It was something to be with Sheridan Blackthorn, but Paige wasn't exactly sure what he had to do it. Whatever it was, it had Monica hell-bent on getting revenge against Rose, who at one point had been Monica's supposed best friend. Yet another confusing thing Paige hadn't figured out yet. "Okay, point made. I don't know what this info Monica has is, or even if it's real. Monica's not above exaggerating." She sighed again. "This is where I hate being a spy."
Jean smiled, pushing her blonde hair out her green eyes. "You volunteered to be a spy."
Paige grunted. "I didn't expect Monica Redfern."
They lapsed into silence as they ate, glancing occasionally at the friendly babble of a comedy show on the TV. Paige couldn't understand girls like Monica with beauty. Too much beauty might be the reason Monica acted the way she did. She was spoiled rotten, and usually got any guy she wanted, then went postal and homicidal when she didn't get her own way.
Paige would have *killed* for a body like Monica's. Small and delicate with flyaway light brown hair and unremarkable blue eyes Paige was just your average girl. Sometimes it had its advantages, particularly for her spy work. When it came to ordinary things like parties and school dances, Paige was never the first choice.
Monica needed to be made an example of. Paige's belief in Daybreak's principles were shaken when it came to her. Monica had been a fool when she'd bragged about knowing where Rose was. Somewhere Paige would find herself a loop hole that would let her get rid of Monica for good.
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