Part 23
Edan smirked, pleased to hear that at least part of his plan had gone well. Jora had just rung to tell him Arcturus was dead. Good. At least he was out of the way. That just left Cisara to take care of. And Helenia too, while he was at it.
He sat outside Helenia's mansion, hidden in the shrubbery and plants. Not exactly the most original hiding place, Edan knew. He had no definite plan of attack yet, and knew from experience that charging in blind was never a good idea when usually something always went wrong. Plus he didn't know exactly who else besides Helenia and Cisara were in the mansion. He knew Helenia would have at least one witch - she always employed a witch, along with a werewolf or some sort of shapeshifter for a bodyguard.
^Should have put more thought into this^ he mused, shifting uncomfortably. Now the drapes had been closed covering the downstairs windows, and he couldn't see a damn thing. How the hell was he supposed to know what was going on inside the mansion. He didn't have x-ray vision or a crystal ball.
//Some plan. God, you really are an idiot// The sneering mental voice made Edan turn sharply, ready to attack. Only to find himself facing Andreas standing behind him smirking smugly. Jora and Amber were with him.
Edan scowled, arms folding in annoyance. //What the hell are you guys doing here?// he demanded angrily, speaking to both Jora and Andreas, glaring furiously.
"We figured you were going to do something stupid so we here to make sure no more dead bodies turn up," Amber said in a hushed whisper.
As a witch, she couldn't hear vampiric telepathy. She could probably guess what they were saying from the expressions on their faces. Edan sighed, almost feeling like stamping his foot like a petulant, pissed off child would. This whole damn mess was none of their business. Except maybe Jora. Amber and Andreas were just going to get in the way. He knew they weren't likely to go away because he told them to go and let him deal with his problem. So it looked like he was stuck with them.
"Okay, so you're not going anywhere, whatever. Cisara and Helenia are mine. Anyone else is up for grabs."
"So we're just going to charge in?" Andreas shook his head. "Bad plan. Usually goes wrong."
It was taking every ounce of Edan's self control not to punch him. He already knew that. "If you have a better suggestion then I'd like to hear it," he snapped.
His patience was running out. His luck had been practically none existent since he'd arrived in this stupid town. Maybe this time, despite how bad the odds were, just maybe, he could pull something off to work in his favour for once.
"You people want to explain what the hell you people are *doing* out here?"
^Or maybe not^ Edan thought, cursing mentally.
"*Sharon*?" Amber was staring in disbelief out a pretty dark haired girl who stood on the back porch of the mansion. She waved a hand and black clad figures emerged from the shadows around them.
"What's going on?" Edan asked, confused. He vaguely remembered Sharon as the girl who had helped him sign in the office when he'd first arrived.
"Apparently Sharon has been spying on us all along," Andreas said, shaking his head.
Edan groaned out loud, feeling like charging into the crowd and kicking some ass. The smarter part of him constantly bugged a reminder that that would be a total disaster. He followed the rest of the group into the mansion's living room.
"*Sarah?*"
Edan stared in disbelief at the sight of his soulmate stood by the window, staring straight ahead, a blank expression on her pretty features. "Sarah!" he called out.
Sarah didn't move. She didn't even blink. He started to move towards her, but two of the black clad figures stopped him. He fought, kicking angrily, straining against the unnaturally strong grips on his arms until a blast of witch magic struck him painfully in the back, sending him to his knees, wincing in agony.
"Sarah," he whispered weekly.
"Don't bother, she won't respond."
Edan looked up, but was too weak to react as Cisara walked into the room in a confident strut smirking.
"What have you done to her?" Andreas demanded, but didn't make an aggressive move.
"She's completely under our control," Cisara said. She walked over to Edan, kneeling in front of him, her heels clicking on the polished hardwood floor and caught his chin in her sharp nails incongruously painted sky-blue in a complete contrast to her cerise coloured off-the-shoulder dress and matching shoes.
Edan glared at her, eyes blaring with hatred. The blast of witch fire had knocked a lot out of him, having caught him off guard. He could do nothing but glare.
"I was going to send my boys in black to collect you, but you came all by yourself," Cisara went on in an annoying conversational tone.
"Cut the bullshit," Edan hissed. "What's this all about?"
"A long time ago you and I made a deal," she said softly. "I intend to hold you to your word."
"What about Sarah?"
She smiled, almost angelically. "That depends."
Edan frowned. "On what?"
Cisara chuckled. "What do you think? On you of course."
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Edan smirked, pleased to hear that at least part of his plan had gone well. Jora had just rung to tell him Arcturus was dead. Good. At least he was out of the way. That just left Cisara to take care of. And Helenia too, while he was at it.
He sat outside Helenia's mansion, hidden in the shrubbery and plants. Not exactly the most original hiding place, Edan knew. He had no definite plan of attack yet, and knew from experience that charging in blind was never a good idea when usually something always went wrong. Plus he didn't know exactly who else besides Helenia and Cisara were in the mansion. He knew Helenia would have at least one witch - she always employed a witch, along with a werewolf or some sort of shapeshifter for a bodyguard.
^Should have put more thought into this^ he mused, shifting uncomfortably. Now the drapes had been closed covering the downstairs windows, and he couldn't see a damn thing. How the hell was he supposed to know what was going on inside the mansion. He didn't have x-ray vision or a crystal ball.
//Some plan. God, you really are an idiot// The sneering mental voice made Edan turn sharply, ready to attack. Only to find himself facing Andreas standing behind him smirking smugly. Jora and Amber were with him.
Edan scowled, arms folding in annoyance. //What the hell are you guys doing here?// he demanded angrily, speaking to both Jora and Andreas, glaring furiously.
"We figured you were going to do something stupid so we here to make sure no more dead bodies turn up," Amber said in a hushed whisper.
As a witch, she couldn't hear vampiric telepathy. She could probably guess what they were saying from the expressions on their faces. Edan sighed, almost feeling like stamping his foot like a petulant, pissed off child would. This whole damn mess was none of their business. Except maybe Jora. Amber and Andreas were just going to get in the way. He knew they weren't likely to go away because he told them to go and let him deal with his problem. So it looked like he was stuck with them.
"Okay, so you're not going anywhere, whatever. Cisara and Helenia are mine. Anyone else is up for grabs."
"So we're just going to charge in?" Andreas shook his head. "Bad plan. Usually goes wrong."
It was taking every ounce of Edan's self control not to punch him. He already knew that. "If you have a better suggestion then I'd like to hear it," he snapped.
His patience was running out. His luck had been practically none existent since he'd arrived in this stupid town. Maybe this time, despite how bad the odds were, just maybe, he could pull something off to work in his favour for once.
"You people want to explain what the hell you people are *doing* out here?"
^Or maybe not^ Edan thought, cursing mentally.
"*Sharon*?" Amber was staring in disbelief out a pretty dark haired girl who stood on the back porch of the mansion. She waved a hand and black clad figures emerged from the shadows around them.
"What's going on?" Edan asked, confused. He vaguely remembered Sharon as the girl who had helped him sign in the office when he'd first arrived.
"Apparently Sharon has been spying on us all along," Andreas said, shaking his head.
Edan groaned out loud, feeling like charging into the crowd and kicking some ass. The smarter part of him constantly bugged a reminder that that would be a total disaster. He followed the rest of the group into the mansion's living room.
"*Sarah?*"
Edan stared in disbelief at the sight of his soulmate stood by the window, staring straight ahead, a blank expression on her pretty features. "Sarah!" he called out.
Sarah didn't move. She didn't even blink. He started to move towards her, but two of the black clad figures stopped him. He fought, kicking angrily, straining against the unnaturally strong grips on his arms until a blast of witch magic struck him painfully in the back, sending him to his knees, wincing in agony.
"Sarah," he whispered weekly.
"Don't bother, she won't respond."
Edan looked up, but was too weak to react as Cisara walked into the room in a confident strut smirking.
"What have you done to her?" Andreas demanded, but didn't make an aggressive move.
"She's completely under our control," Cisara said. She walked over to Edan, kneeling in front of him, her heels clicking on the polished hardwood floor and caught his chin in her sharp nails incongruously painted sky-blue in a complete contrast to her cerise coloured off-the-shoulder dress and matching shoes.
Edan glared at her, eyes blaring with hatred. The blast of witch fire had knocked a lot out of him, having caught him off guard. He could do nothing but glare.
"I was going to send my boys in black to collect you, but you came all by yourself," Cisara went on in an annoying conversational tone.
"Cut the bullshit," Edan hissed. "What's this all about?"
"A long time ago you and I made a deal," she said softly. "I intend to hold you to your word."
"What about Sarah?"
She smiled, almost angelically. "That depends."
Edan frowned. "On what?"
Cisara chuckled. "What do you think? On you of course."
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