Part 16
Teaming up with Cisara was not exactly the best plan in the world, but Helenia didn't have any other ideas in mind at the moment. She stalked around her expensive living room smashing anything that would break.
Cisara was sprawled out on the couch, picking at a bowl of cherries, spitting the stones into a dish on the coffee table.
"So it did work - and *stop* that! It's annoying!" Helenia picked a Picasso painting off the wall, about to snap it in half, then changed her mind. She reached for a glass vase instead, probably designer, (but she couldn't remember who by) and settled for breaking that instead.
"Whatever." Cisara stopped eating the cherries and sat up. "Yes, it worked. Edan was freaked. The girl didn't have a clue what was going on."
"That bitch. She turned *down* my offer of immortality." What insane human wouldn't want to be young and beautiful forever? It wasn't like the girl was anything special. Helenia could have changed that. She could have made the girl perfect and beautiful, given her a better life and made her powerful beyond imagining. "She needs to be taught a lesson."
"She and Edan are soulmates," Cisara said casually, inspecting a piece of something colourful on the carpet.
Helenia couldn't remember what it had been. An ornament? Or maybe it had been a perfume bottle. One of the two. Helenia shook her blonde head, sitting next to Cisara. "That's just so unfair. They were *mine*, she stole them."
Ciara glared at her. "Edan is mine. We had a deal, and he broke it. I agreed to help you punish the human girl."
"And Arcturus?" Helenia hadn't see, a lot from him. Surely if he was here at the same time as Edan then he was up to something.
"Fair game. Not that interested, but wouldn't say now," Cisara said with a smirk.
Helenia sank back against the soft leather upholstery of the couch. Okay, so she had Cisara to help her punish that stupid Sarah girl. How were they going to punish her?
"We could have her kidnapped and threaten Edan with her and torture her," Cisara suggested smoothing down her purple leather trousers.
Helenia waved a dismissive hand. "That's *boring*. I've done that before."
Cisara grinned. "I've got a weakness for the classics."
Helenia snorted. She didn't want to do a 'classic'. Something different had to be done. She was certain now she knew where to find her, Sarah wouldn't be staying at her house.
"Sharon!" she yelled her for her witch. "Sharon, I need you!"
"Jesus, you don't have to deafen me!" Cisara snapped, moving away from her. "Who the hell are you, Ozzy Osborne?"
Helenia stared at her blankly. "Huh?"
"Forget it." Cisara's eyes rolled.
"You yelled?" Sharon came into the living room.
"Where are the Daybreakers? Your dull friend Andreas is one. He'd know. Follow him and find out."
Cisara was eying Sharon dubiously. "What's she?"
"I'm a witch," Sharon answered, glancing coldly at Cisara. "Why?"
Cisara began babbling in Helenia's head. Helenia was tempted not to listen. She did when she realised Cisara had come up with a plan. A plan she actually liked the sound of. Sharon was looking from one to the other, arms folded, not questioning them. That was what Helenia liked about Sharon. She did what she was asked without questioning.
"We're going to do a little spell," Helenia said gleefully. "Or rather, *you're* going to do it for us. We need some blood from Sarah. Get it."
Sharon nodded. "Anything else?"
"We'll get that." Cisara was grinning wickedly. "You just get the blood."
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Teaming up with Cisara was not exactly the best plan in the world, but Helenia didn't have any other ideas in mind at the moment. She stalked around her expensive living room smashing anything that would break.
Cisara was sprawled out on the couch, picking at a bowl of cherries, spitting the stones into a dish on the coffee table.
"So it did work - and *stop* that! It's annoying!" Helenia picked a Picasso painting off the wall, about to snap it in half, then changed her mind. She reached for a glass vase instead, probably designer, (but she couldn't remember who by) and settled for breaking that instead.
"Whatever." Cisara stopped eating the cherries and sat up. "Yes, it worked. Edan was freaked. The girl didn't have a clue what was going on."
"That bitch. She turned *down* my offer of immortality." What insane human wouldn't want to be young and beautiful forever? It wasn't like the girl was anything special. Helenia could have changed that. She could have made the girl perfect and beautiful, given her a better life and made her powerful beyond imagining. "She needs to be taught a lesson."
"She and Edan are soulmates," Cisara said casually, inspecting a piece of something colourful on the carpet.
Helenia couldn't remember what it had been. An ornament? Or maybe it had been a perfume bottle. One of the two. Helenia shook her blonde head, sitting next to Cisara. "That's just so unfair. They were *mine*, she stole them."
Ciara glared at her. "Edan is mine. We had a deal, and he broke it. I agreed to help you punish the human girl."
"And Arcturus?" Helenia hadn't see, a lot from him. Surely if he was here at the same time as Edan then he was up to something.
"Fair game. Not that interested, but wouldn't say now," Cisara said with a smirk.
Helenia sank back against the soft leather upholstery of the couch. Okay, so she had Cisara to help her punish that stupid Sarah girl. How were they going to punish her?
"We could have her kidnapped and threaten Edan with her and torture her," Cisara suggested smoothing down her purple leather trousers.
Helenia waved a dismissive hand. "That's *boring*. I've done that before."
Cisara grinned. "I've got a weakness for the classics."
Helenia snorted. She didn't want to do a 'classic'. Something different had to be done. She was certain now she knew where to find her, Sarah wouldn't be staying at her house.
"Sharon!" she yelled her for her witch. "Sharon, I need you!"
"Jesus, you don't have to deafen me!" Cisara snapped, moving away from her. "Who the hell are you, Ozzy Osborne?"
Helenia stared at her blankly. "Huh?"
"Forget it." Cisara's eyes rolled.
"You yelled?" Sharon came into the living room.
"Where are the Daybreakers? Your dull friend Andreas is one. He'd know. Follow him and find out."
Cisara was eying Sharon dubiously. "What's she?"
"I'm a witch," Sharon answered, glancing coldly at Cisara. "Why?"
Cisara began babbling in Helenia's head. Helenia was tempted not to listen. She did when she realised Cisara had come up with a plan. A plan she actually liked the sound of. Sharon was looking from one to the other, arms folded, not questioning them. That was what Helenia liked about Sharon. She did what she was asked without questioning.
"We're going to do a little spell," Helenia said gleefully. "Or rather, *you're* going to do it for us. We need some blood from Sarah. Get it."
Sharon nodded. "Anything else?"
"We'll get that." Cisara was grinning wickedly. "You just get the blood."
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