Part 2
She should have been here by now. Elias checked his watch for the third time.
"You know, looking at the watch won't make time go any quicker." Beside him Phyre tapped her foot impatiently, sighing heavily. Her eyes were narrowed as she gazed around the smoky dive they sat in.
"Shut up. Where the hell is she?" Elias grumbled. He was hungry, and if he didn't feed soon, then he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Phyre glanced at him. "You should have fed before we came here. The Boss will have a fit if you eat the little bitch." Phyre shook her head in disgust, tossing her lilac hair over her shoulder. "Working with humans. What the hell was the Boss thinking?"
Elias shrugged. "She's not coming. Something's happened." He stood up, pushing the table away roughly. "Where else could she be?"
Phyre didn't answer. She didn't even care what the hell happened to the stupid human. Vampires were supposed to kill them, not *work* with them. It had always been that way, with this insane thing...it was almost inevitable that something would eventually go wrong.
"Go try her house," was all she suggested.
Elias grunted and stalked out the bar. The night air was probably bitingly cold after the flurry of snow that kept coming in intervals. Elias almost wished he could feel it. Moving fast at vampire speed he hurried over to Cynthia's house, banging loudly on the door. Which, to his suspicion, was open.
"Cynthia?" he called out.
Unfortunately for him, the damn bitch had never gotten around to actually inviting him in.
She wasn't answering his yells. He couldn't sense any humans in the house either.
"You're a little late."
Elias turned, finding himself facing some woman he didn't recognise, pausing at the foot of the driveway. "What'd you mean?"
"Cynthia left this afternoon. Moved out and went away with some British woman."
British woman? That didn't make any sense. "Where's she going?"
"Her mom said something about a town in California. Sunny something."
Elias headed down the driveway towards the woman, vamped out and sank his fangs in, draining her. So. Cynthia had gone somewhere with a mysterious British woman.
"You really are an idiot."
Elias growled, and left the body behind the row of large bushes in front of the house.
Phyre had decided to reappear. "You killed her in the middle of a residential street. What the hell were you *thinking*?"
Elias snorted, his face morphing back to its usual human visage. "Yeah, like anybody's going to look out a window and cry 'vampire'."
Phyre's eyes rolled. "Whatever. Did you find her?"
"She's gone to California with a British woman. Sunny somewhere."
Phyre's eyebrow rose. For once she actually looked surprised. "Sunnydale?"
"The town where there's supposed to be a Hellmouth?"
Phyre nodded. Elias just looked at her blankly. "What does any of this mean?"
"I think I'd be stating the obvious if I said we'd better find out."
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She should have been here by now. Elias checked his watch for the third time.
"You know, looking at the watch won't make time go any quicker." Beside him Phyre tapped her foot impatiently, sighing heavily. Her eyes were narrowed as she gazed around the smoky dive they sat in.
"Shut up. Where the hell is she?" Elias grumbled. He was hungry, and if he didn't feed soon, then he wouldn't be able to control himself.
Phyre glanced at him. "You should have fed before we came here. The Boss will have a fit if you eat the little bitch." Phyre shook her head in disgust, tossing her lilac hair over her shoulder. "Working with humans. What the hell was the Boss thinking?"
Elias shrugged. "She's not coming. Something's happened." He stood up, pushing the table away roughly. "Where else could she be?"
Phyre didn't answer. She didn't even care what the hell happened to the stupid human. Vampires were supposed to kill them, not *work* with them. It had always been that way, with this insane thing...it was almost inevitable that something would eventually go wrong.
"Go try her house," was all she suggested.
Elias grunted and stalked out the bar. The night air was probably bitingly cold after the flurry of snow that kept coming in intervals. Elias almost wished he could feel it. Moving fast at vampire speed he hurried over to Cynthia's house, banging loudly on the door. Which, to his suspicion, was open.
"Cynthia?" he called out.
Unfortunately for him, the damn bitch had never gotten around to actually inviting him in.
She wasn't answering his yells. He couldn't sense any humans in the house either.
"You're a little late."
Elias turned, finding himself facing some woman he didn't recognise, pausing at the foot of the driveway. "What'd you mean?"
"Cynthia left this afternoon. Moved out and went away with some British woman."
British woman? That didn't make any sense. "Where's she going?"
"Her mom said something about a town in California. Sunny something."
Elias headed down the driveway towards the woman, vamped out and sank his fangs in, draining her. So. Cynthia had gone somewhere with a mysterious British woman.
"You really are an idiot."
Elias growled, and left the body behind the row of large bushes in front of the house.
Phyre had decided to reappear. "You killed her in the middle of a residential street. What the hell were you *thinking*?"
Elias snorted, his face morphing back to its usual human visage. "Yeah, like anybody's going to look out a window and cry 'vampire'."
Phyre's eyes rolled. "Whatever. Did you find her?"
"She's gone to California with a British woman. Sunny somewhere."
Phyre's eyebrow rose. For once she actually looked surprised. "Sunnydale?"
"The town where there's supposed to be a Hellmouth?"
Phyre nodded. Elias just looked at her blankly. "What does any of this mean?"
"I think I'd be stating the obvious if I said we'd better find out."
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