'This is a sad, beautiful state of affairs.' The empath thought.
"You seemed pretty focused on something." Kathain called as she retreated into the closet. "I have a surprise for you. I wasn't going to give them to you until next Monday, but you seem to need it. Close your eyes and don't even think about opening them until I tell you."
Turning from the window the girl sat facing the closet. Folding her hands into her lap, Nycole closed her eyes. Waiting patiently she allowed her mind to calm. She tried to find her center. Unfortunately he was there waiting on her. The empath could see his face again. Nycole wondered for a second how he was. More then that she hoped the man who stood out like a soar thumb below was him.
The soft feel of leather mixed with beads caught Nycole's attention. The girl allowed her fingers to trace the form. The girl tried to form the object in her mind. A soft chuckle escaped Kathain's lips.
"You can look now." Kathain teased.
Nycole opened her eyes to see a mask in her hand. The black form fitting mask held several tendrils of beads. The jeweled accent dropped down from the temples. Confusion spread across her face. Puzzled she looked up at Kathain.
"I figure we are performers right?" The precognitive asked.
"Yeah." Nycole replied.
"Then we should have real costumes." Kathain declared as she produced a set of fairy wings. The thin fabric held a jewel toned array of circled and curving lines. The delicate pieces of material and wire touched the girl.
For a second the girl could not tell if it was simply a coincident. Spanning back to the beginning of their friendship there had always been weird little coincident. Most of the time it turned out that the younger of the two knew more then she let on. So when the precognitive seemed to produce the perfect gift in a weird situation, Nycole wondered. Did she know?
"Kathain, you're simply amazing." Nycole said as she tried the mask on.
The beading feel close to Nycole's ears framing her face. Getting up the empath made her way to the small bathroom they shared. Leaning into the mirror the girl studied her new appearance from every angle. The simple yet feminine mask brought out the deep honey color of her eyes. With the help of her trust black eyeliner she was perfect.
Stepping out of the small bathroom Nycole watched as Kathain fastened the winged harness around her chest. The simple wired structure placed the delicate features perfectly between the shoulder blades. Carefully she pulled the low backed shirt up and around the harness. And with that she was a creature of fantasy.
"You're turn." Kathain called to her.
"This is exactly what the doctor ordered. Thank you." Nycole said as she unbuttoned her blouse.
"Nycole, you know there are things you can't do right." Kathain started as she fastened the strap around Nycole's torso.
"What are you talking about? Kathain you're being weird again aren't you?" Nycole asked.
"Just don't do anything stupid tonight."
xxxx
'People really find this comfortable.' The young hunter pulled nervously at the fishnet around his thumb. The muscles in his shoulders tensed.
"Abandon Hope All Ye Who Enter Here." Sakaki spun around to find the source of the commotion. On a platform above the main entrance there stood two impish looking sprites. The two imps stepped outward to the edge of the platform. Lifted their arms into the air. Then with a bow that rivaled that of any diva Nocturne was open for business.
"Alright Michael. I am going in. I don't think there is anything here, but I am going in." He told the hacker on the other end of the line.
"Be careful Sakaki." The hunter said as he pulled the transmitter from his ear. With a deep inhale Sakaki braced himself for the night ahead. The hunter was here to find the witch behind the branding.
After the second victim appeared it was clear that this was not a ritual in a coven. Both victims carried the same symptoms. A fire like burning that came from the inside out leaving the vicious little scars.
"Tell me what happened the night they appeared." Sakaki had requested of the young man sitting in front of him.
"I went out with this girl. We met about a week ago. I picked her up around eight. We went to dinner at her favorite restaurant, then off to the club. I thought she was getting into it. We started making out in the middle of the floor. She pulled me off to the side. One of the dark corners in Purgatory you know where we could see people, but they couldn't see us. Things got heavy. I had a few drinks that night. I thought she was into it. I thought she was playing with me. So I got a little rough. She was into it. I could tell. You know you can tell when a woman is into it. And she began to fight back. So I got rougher. Then that asshole with that horrible floppy hair came over and broke it up. The shit head knocked me out and tossed me out side. Next thing I know the bitch is pressing charges."
The man had been honest about the whole thing. Listening to the man's justification for rape sickened him. It had taken all of his control to not get involved in the crime. That wasn't his jurisdiction. No, he was hunting a witch. A witch who thought it was above the law. Maybe the witch thought it was doing God's justice. It was just another sick person harming the public.
That is why he was here. Both victims had been at Nocturne that night. So he had to come to Nocturne to hunt. To hunt a witch you couldn't look like a hunter. With that thought in mind Sakaki removed the orbo cross from his neck and stuffed it into one of the oversized cargo pockets. He would have to survive without it tonight.
xxxx
Nycole took to her perch elevated above the hallowed dance floor of Heaven. Here she was a goddess. Here she was a fantasy. So here she could be anyone. And tonight she would be. She wouldn't feel like a high school freshman sneaking in and out of her house. She wouldn't be the empath who couldn't walk down the street without knowing all the sordid details of the guy in front of her. More then that she would not be a girl who only wanted to be with someone. She could escape her life here in Heaven.
And I have loved
And I have served
And I have sinned
But I have learned
Taking to the tall black box she looked down from her personal cloud. Allowing the small orbs to roll over her fingertips she began to slip away. Flicking her wrist forward then backward, Nycole became lost in the music.
As long as you are true to the life
That you live
This is the time to feel love
With a gentle swing of the cords the glowing orbs were in motion. Closing her eyes she allowed them to become an extension of her body. Bringing the orbs into a full cross in front of herself Nycole. The throbbing sensation of the base coursed through her body causing her chest to rumble slightly.
I feel a stirring deep within
Slowly picking up momentum
Like the tide coming in to shore
Pulling the cords tighter to her body the radiant spheres picked up speed around her. She could see the pattern of the tracers in her mind. Violet, jade, and sapphire lines trailed through the hazy air creating a second set of wings.
Over and under in its course
This feeling emblazed inside
Opening her eyes Nycole allowed her eyes to remain focused on the void between the crowd and the platform. The people in the crowd wriggled against each other. The patrons were all the same to Nycole. Normal people just looking for the bigger, better high. Some of them chased the next chemical claiming to open your mind. Others chased someone who would make them complete if only for the night. They were all just waiting on someone to give them a band-aid for the emptiness.
Every nerve like a firefly
Hovering above me
Glow, Glow,
Glowing divine
Tilting to the side, Nycole brought her dance around to face the back. The empath glanced around trying to locate the detective. He was here.
'You are here. I know it. So where are you hiding?' Nycole thought to herself.
Maintaining her focus on the poi Nycole began to meticulously scan the individual faces in Heaven. Allowing the spheres to create a path around her she slowly spun. Expanding her consciousness outward searching for him, for Sakaki. She focused, strained slightly trying to pick up individual people. She worked against the dampening field set in place to keep her from being over whelmed.
Every nerve like a firefly
Every nerve like a firefly
This feeling emblazed inside
It was only when her eyes feel on his that Nycole felt the weight of the poi go off course. Her eyes widened watching the glowing spheres arch downward then start straight for her face. Moving without a second thought she yanked the cords down then allowed the rave toys to wrap around her forearms.
Every nerve like a firefly
I never want to lose what I have finally found
There's a requiem
Nycole refused to look at Kathain. The empath knew the other girl saw the flustered act. Anyone in the crowd who watched Nycole for more then an hour would have seen her falter. But that wasn't at the top of her list of things to worry about. No, right now Nycole wanted to find her knew friend the detective.
A new congregation
And it's telling me go forward and walk
Under a brighter sky
Nycole made her way across the crowded dance floor towards the bar. Pushing her way through the bouncing club goers Nycole finally found her way to a stool. Nycole didn't want a drink. Actually Nycole didn't want anyone to notice her at all. More then that Nycole didn't want the bartender, Geoff, to notice her. Dropping her toys behind the bar the empath made her escape back into the crowd.
Now Nycole could find her quarry. Working through the crowd Nycole felt hands fall upon her. People all around the empath reached out pawing at the sparkling wings. Nycole didn't have time for this. She felt a set of hands find their way down her back settling on bottom. Trying to pull away Nycole felt the hands snake around to her stomach.
I feel a stirring deep within
Slowly picking up momentum
"Okay now. I am glad you are having fun, but I am not the one to have fun with." Nycole called back to her assailant. The sharp smell of alcohol filled her nose.
Like the tide coming into shore
Over and under in its course
"You look fun to me." His guttural voice crooned into her ear. His hand started to creep down. Nycole bucked, fighting against him. Frightened she tried to pierce his mind. With every motion of his hands on her body, Nycole lost her connection. Cursing the dampeners she tried to squirm out of his hold. Her wings mirrored her struggle hitting him from both sides.
Oh no. What is a poor fairy to do? Sorry it has taken so long to update. I am on break from school right now so I will be posting more often.