Disclaimer: All the Nightworld concepts, ideas, names, basically anything
you recognize belongs to L.J. Smith. I've just created a few characters to
stick into the Nightworld.
A/N: My first L.J. Smith fanfic so all thoughts would be truly madly appreciated.
And a shout out to my lovely reviewers. Thank you so much for letting me know what you think of the story so far. Sorry to take so long to update but I promise I'll try to be more regular from now on.
Bex Drake: I'm so glad you think it's interesting. I hope you still think so after this chapter! Jenna57: *grins foolishly* Thank you so much. I'm so pleased you like it so far. I hope Thorne meets expectations. He didn't exactly turn out the way I was expecting him to but there may be hope for him yet.
Yesterdays
Rated PG-13
Chapter 1
Thorne put down the phone. It seemed he had yet another meeting with the terminally nervous Marcus Reilmann from the department of prophecies. Marcus was exactly the type of bumbling fool Thorne did not want in his company. But who else could he hire? His reputation hadn't recovered since that little firing spree he went on last year. He was considered temperamental, irrational and more than a bit crazy. In short, not the type of boss anyone wanted to work for.
The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Enter."
"Sir. I brought the scrolls you requested." The voice was squeaky with fear, the person who'd uttered the words looked tense and miserable.
Thorne observed him but said nothing. Finally when the silence grew to be too much for Marcus he cleared his throat and extended one sweaty fist containing the scrolls in question.
Thorne made no move to take them. In fact, he leaned back in his chair and said softly, "I didn't request to be brought any scrolls."
Marcus flinched as though he'd been yelled at. His ashen face turned whiter, which Thorne noticed with interest. He hadn't thought there was any color left in it to lose.
"I'm sorry sir. I must have misunderstood what you said this morning. I thought you said to bring the millennium scrolls." When Thorne didn't respond, Marcus continued nervously, "The ones about the final battle?"
"Burn them." The voice was low, almost melodious as it gave the inscrutable instruction.
"Pardon?"
Thorne very badly wanted to roll his eyes. "I said to burn them, not to bring them."
Marcus winced. That had been what he'd heard this morning but his mind had told him his ears must surely have been mistaken. After all, what kind of lunatic burned 4000 year old scrolls that contained useful information on the end of the world when said end could occur any day in the very near future? His boss apparently. "Yes sir, sorry sir, right away sir."
Thorne's eyes narrowed into slits as he caught Marcus's errant thoughts. A lunatic, was he? "Never mind, Marcus, I'll take care of it."
Thorne gave a flick of his hand and watched as both the scrolls and the man holding them burned into ash. Who needed blue fire when orange would do?
A lunatic. He shrugged. Well, maybe, but who was Marcus to criticize? Thorne was well rid of him.
He whistled a jaunty tune on his way out the door. His secretary looked up with a smile. She'd known him for 15 of his 19 years and was well able to gauge his moods. That particular tune meant Thorne Redfern had taken charge of an annoying problem and was pleased as punch. His words confirmed her thoughts. "I'm going to lunch, darling. Clean up the little mess in my office?"
"Of course." Lorna waited until he was gone before peeking in the office. It didn't take her long to discern the pile of ash on the floor and she went back to her desk, to pull the dust buster out of the bottom drawer. She hadn't had to use it in a while.
Once Marcus' remains had been sucked out of the carpet she returned to her desk and pulled up the employee database on her computer. "Marcus, Marcus. There you are." She scrolled to his name and then put a check next to the box that read 'fired.' The other boxes read, staked/stabbed, tortured, beheaded, kidnapped, kbsott (killed by someone other than Thorne) and other. It always helped to know what happened to your employees. The ones with no box checked off next to their name were presumably still alive, although it was hard to be sure with an organization as large as this one. Some of them were likely unchecked kbsott. According to the tally at the end of the file the firings were far more numerous than any of the other options. The beheadings had been up there for a while but she'd complained to Thorne that it was too hard to clean up and he'd switched over to mostly firing. Surprisingly nice of him actually.
Not that he couldn't be nice, but there were times when his cruelty was so intense, so immense that it was nearly impossible to imagine him as being something as ordinary, and humane as nice. And of course the people who were fired probably didn't share her views on his niceness. But, they should. There was no doubt they were far better than other people on the list. Than two other people on the list to be exact. The only two people who were marked in the 'other' category. Not even Lorna knew what had happened to them but she would bet her last dollar that it wasn't pleasant. She'd seen the maniacal look in her employer's eyes, the blood that drenched his clothes scarlet, covered his face and matted his hair causing him to look like some unholy monster come from the depths of Hell to scare the toughest of children into behaving and causing even adults to have nightmares. She'd seen all of that as she listened to his bland voice inform her that she needed a new category onto the employee matrix for two sacked employees. Those people? Sibyl Oxalis and Owen Cristal.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Review and be adored forever. All you have to do is hit the button. Gracias.
A/N: My first L.J. Smith fanfic so all thoughts would be truly madly appreciated.
And a shout out to my lovely reviewers. Thank you so much for letting me know what you think of the story so far. Sorry to take so long to update but I promise I'll try to be more regular from now on.
Bex Drake: I'm so glad you think it's interesting. I hope you still think so after this chapter! Jenna57: *grins foolishly* Thank you so much. I'm so pleased you like it so far. I hope Thorne meets expectations. He didn't exactly turn out the way I was expecting him to but there may be hope for him yet.
Yesterdays
Rated PG-13
Chapter 1
Thorne put down the phone. It seemed he had yet another meeting with the terminally nervous Marcus Reilmann from the department of prophecies. Marcus was exactly the type of bumbling fool Thorne did not want in his company. But who else could he hire? His reputation hadn't recovered since that little firing spree he went on last year. He was considered temperamental, irrational and more than a bit crazy. In short, not the type of boss anyone wanted to work for.
The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. "Enter."
"Sir. I brought the scrolls you requested." The voice was squeaky with fear, the person who'd uttered the words looked tense and miserable.
Thorne observed him but said nothing. Finally when the silence grew to be too much for Marcus he cleared his throat and extended one sweaty fist containing the scrolls in question.
Thorne made no move to take them. In fact, he leaned back in his chair and said softly, "I didn't request to be brought any scrolls."
Marcus flinched as though he'd been yelled at. His ashen face turned whiter, which Thorne noticed with interest. He hadn't thought there was any color left in it to lose.
"I'm sorry sir. I must have misunderstood what you said this morning. I thought you said to bring the millennium scrolls." When Thorne didn't respond, Marcus continued nervously, "The ones about the final battle?"
"Burn them." The voice was low, almost melodious as it gave the inscrutable instruction.
"Pardon?"
Thorne very badly wanted to roll his eyes. "I said to burn them, not to bring them."
Marcus winced. That had been what he'd heard this morning but his mind had told him his ears must surely have been mistaken. After all, what kind of lunatic burned 4000 year old scrolls that contained useful information on the end of the world when said end could occur any day in the very near future? His boss apparently. "Yes sir, sorry sir, right away sir."
Thorne's eyes narrowed into slits as he caught Marcus's errant thoughts. A lunatic, was he? "Never mind, Marcus, I'll take care of it."
Thorne gave a flick of his hand and watched as both the scrolls and the man holding them burned into ash. Who needed blue fire when orange would do?
A lunatic. He shrugged. Well, maybe, but who was Marcus to criticize? Thorne was well rid of him.
He whistled a jaunty tune on his way out the door. His secretary looked up with a smile. She'd known him for 15 of his 19 years and was well able to gauge his moods. That particular tune meant Thorne Redfern had taken charge of an annoying problem and was pleased as punch. His words confirmed her thoughts. "I'm going to lunch, darling. Clean up the little mess in my office?"
"Of course." Lorna waited until he was gone before peeking in the office. It didn't take her long to discern the pile of ash on the floor and she went back to her desk, to pull the dust buster out of the bottom drawer. She hadn't had to use it in a while.
Once Marcus' remains had been sucked out of the carpet she returned to her desk and pulled up the employee database on her computer. "Marcus, Marcus. There you are." She scrolled to his name and then put a check next to the box that read 'fired.' The other boxes read, staked/stabbed, tortured, beheaded, kidnapped, kbsott (killed by someone other than Thorne) and other. It always helped to know what happened to your employees. The ones with no box checked off next to their name were presumably still alive, although it was hard to be sure with an organization as large as this one. Some of them were likely unchecked kbsott. According to the tally at the end of the file the firings were far more numerous than any of the other options. The beheadings had been up there for a while but she'd complained to Thorne that it was too hard to clean up and he'd switched over to mostly firing. Surprisingly nice of him actually.
Not that he couldn't be nice, but there were times when his cruelty was so intense, so immense that it was nearly impossible to imagine him as being something as ordinary, and humane as nice. And of course the people who were fired probably didn't share her views on his niceness. But, they should. There was no doubt they were far better than other people on the list. Than two other people on the list to be exact. The only two people who were marked in the 'other' category. Not even Lorna knew what had happened to them but she would bet her last dollar that it wasn't pleasant. She'd seen the maniacal look in her employer's eyes, the blood that drenched his clothes scarlet, covered his face and matted his hair causing him to look like some unholy monster come from the depths of Hell to scare the toughest of children into behaving and causing even adults to have nightmares. She'd seen all of that as she listened to his bland voice inform her that she needed a new category onto the employee matrix for two sacked employees. Those people? Sibyl Oxalis and Owen Cristal.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Review and be adored forever. All you have to do is hit the button. Gracias.