Day 6 part 3
Victoria thoroughly enjoyed her afternoon with Andre, both the coffee and
conversation were excellent. However, when she left Savage Salon she felt
no closer to finding Sands or answers to her many other questions. Stepping
out into the cold Manhattan winter, she decided she would walk home. The
cool, night air against her cheeks was refreshing and the walk would help
her plot her next move.
Andre seemed reluctant to advice her and was confused by her ignorance of
vampire issues in general. She sighed, it looked as if she may be alone on
this one. Well that was nothing new, after all most of the time she was
alone. But the companionship she had experienced over the last six days had
been refreshing. It was nice to share her burdens with others.
The street was beginning to fill with workers leaving their offices. The five o'clock rush was on and dusk was rapidly approaching. Walking for several blocks Victoria smiled as the street lamps flickered on one by one. She used to enjoy watching the scruffy lamplighters make there rounds throughout the city bringing the night to life. Victoria cast a glance skyward. There was a heavy cloud cover tonight, but occasionally a break in the clouds revealed the bright luminous glow of a full moon. Suddenly Victoria stopped and lifted her nose ever so slightly. She had caught the scent of something close by, something familiar and dangerous. The streets were emptying quickly as the snow once again began to fall. Her eyes narrowed as she turned her head to the right. Werewolf! What had she been thinking? Of course they would be out tonight and she should be safely sequestered behind locked doors, sipping wine and reading a good book.
She reached for her shoulder holster, but nothing was there! Damn, she didn't have her gun! In fact she didn't have any defense with her.
Thinking quickly she stepped out to the curb to hail a cab. But none could be seen. Her pulse began to race as the scent drew closer, only a few blocks away now and closing quickly. Victoria continued scanning the streets looking for a cab. A long black limo pulled up splashing snow across her feet. The window rolled down. It was Quinn, the long red haired guardian she had met a few days ago.
"Quick get in!" he flicked his head to the rear door and his eyes quickly returned to the rear view mirror. There was no time to argue, the beast was closing, every inch of her being felt it! Feeling relieved and puzzled at his timely appearance she did as he commanded.
As soon as she shut the door, she heard the door locks engage and he sped off. This alarmed Victoria in new ways as she was tossed about with the movement of the vehicle.
"That was a little close," Quinn yelled back. "Are you all right?" he asked across the lowered privacy shield.
Victoria crawled along the smooth leather seats to speak to her rescuer. Setting herself down she leaned her arm over the partition between them. "Where did you come from?" she snapped. Victoria saw a slight smile appear across his lips. Quinn's eyes shifted between the street and the mirror.
"That was close. Luckily I found you in time. I bet you didn't remember to pack your weapon today." he artfully avoided her question. "Why were you looking for me?" Victoria question again her pulse still racing, Jacob Connor McLeod's words echoing through her memories. "You can never trust any of them. They'll always seek ways to do ya in. That's how it is with our kind luv. Remember what I'm saying to ya, you can never trust any of them." His words were driven away but Quinn's response.
"Lilith wants to see you," he said flatly. "She sent me to pick you up."
Victoria scanned his mind. She could do this quite easily and the person would be none the wiser. Only some one of similar gifts would detect the intrusion. He was telling the truth.
"So are you taking me to the clan house?" she asked beginning to settle.
Quinn silently nodded a response. Victoria leaned back and folded her arms and begin to calculate her next move.
The street was beginning to fill with workers leaving their offices. The five o'clock rush was on and dusk was rapidly approaching. Walking for several blocks Victoria smiled as the street lamps flickered on one by one. She used to enjoy watching the scruffy lamplighters make there rounds throughout the city bringing the night to life. Victoria cast a glance skyward. There was a heavy cloud cover tonight, but occasionally a break in the clouds revealed the bright luminous glow of a full moon. Suddenly Victoria stopped and lifted her nose ever so slightly. She had caught the scent of something close by, something familiar and dangerous. The streets were emptying quickly as the snow once again began to fall. Her eyes narrowed as she turned her head to the right. Werewolf! What had she been thinking? Of course they would be out tonight and she should be safely sequestered behind locked doors, sipping wine and reading a good book.
She reached for her shoulder holster, but nothing was there! Damn, she didn't have her gun! In fact she didn't have any defense with her.
Thinking quickly she stepped out to the curb to hail a cab. But none could be seen. Her pulse began to race as the scent drew closer, only a few blocks away now and closing quickly. Victoria continued scanning the streets looking for a cab. A long black limo pulled up splashing snow across her feet. The window rolled down. It was Quinn, the long red haired guardian she had met a few days ago.
"Quick get in!" he flicked his head to the rear door and his eyes quickly returned to the rear view mirror. There was no time to argue, the beast was closing, every inch of her being felt it! Feeling relieved and puzzled at his timely appearance she did as he commanded.
As soon as she shut the door, she heard the door locks engage and he sped off. This alarmed Victoria in new ways as she was tossed about with the movement of the vehicle.
"That was a little close," Quinn yelled back. "Are you all right?" he asked across the lowered privacy shield.
Victoria crawled along the smooth leather seats to speak to her rescuer. Setting herself down she leaned her arm over the partition between them. "Where did you come from?" she snapped. Victoria saw a slight smile appear across his lips. Quinn's eyes shifted between the street and the mirror.
"That was close. Luckily I found you in time. I bet you didn't remember to pack your weapon today." he artfully avoided her question. "Why were you looking for me?" Victoria question again her pulse still racing, Jacob Connor McLeod's words echoing through her memories. "You can never trust any of them. They'll always seek ways to do ya in. That's how it is with our kind luv. Remember what I'm saying to ya, you can never trust any of them." His words were driven away but Quinn's response.
"Lilith wants to see you," he said flatly. "She sent me to pick you up."
Victoria scanned his mind. She could do this quite easily and the person would be none the wiser. Only some one of similar gifts would detect the intrusion. He was telling the truth.
"So are you taking me to the clan house?" she asked beginning to settle.
Quinn silently nodded a response. Victoria leaned back and folded her arms and begin to calculate her next move.