Hi again, my dear readers :)

This is the last chapter I will update before June the sixth; next one will be really interesting and a little longer, as I promised. I left you a tip of what is it going to be about in the last paragraph. Enjoy,

AGirlThatDaresToDream


Chapter 6

He kept toing and froing, right outside his bosses' office, counting the light clicks of the clock, at the start of the long hallway. Just three more minutes… He hated waiting, ever since he was a child this was something he was known for. His mother used to laugh as she saw him almost trembling because of the rush energy, when he was counting seconds to new year out loud, waiting for the party to really begin. It was one of the too few happy moments of his childhood, before it got ruined.

He almost jumped as the sound of the minute hand brought him back to reality. It was his first meeting with Blakemore since he gave him the key to Elena's room and not entirely knowing why he was nervous. He blamed it on the wait. He cursed himself for purposefully coming early, but it was something he learned a long time ago was polite and looked like he will ever be able to wean himself from. So he waited for another tic, before entering the room perfectly on time.

Blakemore was talking on his phone when he walked in, probably with his wife, nodded at him and motioned him to sit on the comfortable armchair. "Ok, honey I promise, but you don't wait for me, I will be late anyway." Damon's eyes wondered over the room, avoiding his bosses face as he was forced to listen to his private conversation, asking himself why he didn't come late again. "Got to go, love you." It was obvious he spoke the truth just from the sound of his voice.

He finished the call and cleared his throat. "Sorry about that. She somehow always manages to call at the wrong timing." He smiled but stopped when Damon didn't bother to reply. "Shall we start then?" It wasn't a question. "What did you found out about specimen 121? Is the research going well?"

Specimen 121. He should refer to her like that too. Like she was nothing, just an object of his research, but he couldn't. Not in this case. Not when he was talking to an angel. Calling her by her name was his gift to her, a gift she didn't even know about, a gift he shouldn't afford, but he did. "It's going great, sir. The blood tests were strange thought, and I am still waiting for the x-ray picture, but otherwise everything is going smooth and quick."

"What do you mean by strange? Her blood isn't drinkable?"

"It looks like it isn't, no. But that is not what I meant. It's its structure that bothers me. It is the same as human blood but with a strange substance added in it, we are still trying to figure out which. The reason for us not to be able to drink it is right this substance."

"So you think this… transformation… could be genetically conditioned?"

"It is one of the possibilities, sir, but we cannot be sure. If it weren't for her wings we could easily think she is a normal human being. The only difference is that her heartbeat is a little quicker. As for the wings… If my calculations are right, she should be able to fly with them, but she is claiming she never had time to try or learn. Oh, and the compulsion doesn't work on her."

"Did she drink vervain?" Blakemore asked clearly not happy about his employee referring to specimen as her, but there was not even a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Damon shook his head. "It would be out of her system by now."

The room grew silent for a moment when the older looking vampire tried to gather all of the information before forming his next question.

"Such a little difference, so much hope," he seemed lost in thoughts. "Did you know what humans think is this thing?"

Damon shrugged. He was more into finding out what the girl is meant to do for him.

"They think it is one of the angels from their stories. They think that it will destroy us and win the war for them, they think it will save them." He watched the other man's reaction before continuing: "Our government forbid human media to talk about it of course… But the rumours won't die down even after we compelled all of the rescuers, to forget what they saw. They are spreading like a spiders net, bringing hope to humans they never should had." His voice was full of contempt now.

Damon waited until their eyes locked again. "We were all humans once." They stared at each other for a small second, tension building, before he continued. "It doesn't matter what they think. Their hope is false. The girl is breakable. I don't know if she can die, but it looks like she has no chance against us."

"For now." Blakemore interrupted him.

Damon bowed his head. "For now."

"So…"after a moment the boss cleared his throat. "You should know that the humans aren't the only ones who want to know more about the specimen. Of course we expected our news to report about it and we gave them limited information, but yesterday I received a letter from Elijah Mickelson, wanting us to weekly update him about the course of the research and its outcomes."

Damon swore in his mind. The Michelson's? Why did they always have to know everything? The family was known as the puppeteers behind the vampires that were elected by their kind every ten years. They were the original vampires, formers of it all. They united the vampires; created their parliament and government, this system... Hell, they even build this centre, somehow convinced human government to sign the agreement and lay their lives in their hands… It seemed like nothing could escape their influence. And of course they were not able to keep themselves away from what was only a threat to them, but seemed to be his last chance to save his soul. They were tyrants, there was not a word to describe them better, but they did a lot for their race so even though they were killing his nerves with all these surveillance measures he could never say that he hated them. They were the reason vampires lived in such luxury and even if he wasn't completely happy with the way they treated humans he would never change that if it would mean that their kind would lost their status. He knew it was selfish but he didn't take it into consideration. Not once.

"So what does that mean for my work?" He asked, waiting nervously for the answer.

"It doesn't change anything about it. Just keep doing your job, getting all we need as fast as you can like we agreed before you started, and we will see each other once a week to talk about the results."

Damon nodded. "As for now, you should found out if this thing is genetically conditioned and head to 121s family tomorrow. When you will learn more about that strange substance in specimen's blood, and get the x-ray pictures, we will talk more."


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