CHAPTER FOUR! Finally got around to writing another chapter so I hope you like it and enjoy it. Please don't hate on anything :D and leave a nice review at the end. Creative crit is welcome. ENJOY…
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Valkyrie shifted awkwardly in the seat. Her butt was going numb and the silence was almost suffocating her. The longest she'd ever kept silent when not having to was one hour. She had now just reached three hours. She watched her watch as it ticked up to two o'clock and she groaned. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she found an opening.
"Why do you keep doing that?" She asked quickly before the chance left.
"Doing what?" John asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.
Valkyrie ignored him and looked at Sherlock. "You keep looking at me."
"Miss Cain, when I first met John I told him his life story. I got everything right except the fact that Harry was short for Harriett. When I look at you I can't tell very much." Sherlock explained.
"So basically you're trying to work out who and what I am?"
He nodded.
"Well that ain't gonna happen. I'm very good at keeping secrets and I'm going to keep them from you." She broke it to him.
"Just wait," he told her. "By the time we have finished this case I will know."
"Want to bet on that?" She raised an eyebrow challengingly.
He smiled. "Oh Miss Cain I would love to. How about one hundred pounds if what I say manages to surprise you?"
"Alright, deal." She smiled, confident that he wouldn't manage to shock her.
"Ah Sherlock. Is that your confidant?" John interrupted.
Valkyrie looked out the coffee shop window. Striding towards them was a woman. She was tall with her hair pinned elegantly up. She wore bright red lipstick and walked with her hips swaying side to side excessively but drawing your eyes to her shapely hips that no doubt most men would find alluring. She wore a tight black short dress and whenever she blinked you noticed her perfectly applied eye makeup.
Valkyrie immediately disliked the woman.
"I thought she was dead." John gasped.
"Who is she?" She asked quickly, hoping to get an answer before_
The door opened and the woman smiled revealing straight white teeth. Valkyrie ran her tongue along her teeth. More than half of them had been knocked out and were now false.
"Sherlock." The woman greeted eagerly and she hugged him. "And John." She turned her smile on the doctor and he visibly shifted in his chair, keeping his eyes on the table. "Who is this?"
Valkyrie stood up sharply. She tossed her hair off her shoulder and held out her gloved hand. "Valkyrie Cain."
"Irene Adler." The woman's smile turned self assured and she lightly shook her hand.
"You want a drink before we sit down. No doubt the walk was long and it is hot out." Valkyrie smiled and sat down in the corner.
"No thank you." Irene Adler sat down gracefully. "I have a rather full schedule. I hope we can get this over quickly."
"Of course. Alexandar Tumiman, what do you know of him?" Sherlock asked.
Irene frowned. "I've never heard of him."
"He worked in the tower of London?" John supplied.
"I truly don't know."
Valkyrie's phone vibrated and she glanced down.
AT vampire name Dougal
SP
She smiled and sent back a quick thank you.
"What about a man named Dougal?" She interrupted.
"Excuse me Valerie?" Irene asked.
"If Valkyrie is too difficult to say you may call me Cain." She said in a happy tone. "Dougal, what do you know of him and his job?"
Irene stared at her for a minute or two. Valkyrie's expression was serious and unflinching. Irene looked away and took a sip of Sherlock's water.
"I did know a Dougal and he did tell me of his job and what he did but I found out more from another man." Irene said slowly. "But you and I both know the price of information do we not Cain?"
"Let's just stop for a moment." Valkyrie snapped. "I'm played this game many times with people much more experienced than you Adler. I'll tell you this," she hissed, "life is more expensive than information. I'll let you leave this café with all your bones intact if you tell me all you know."
"I do not appreciate being threatened."
"And I don't appreciate time wasters." Her voice was dangerously low. "Now tell me unless you want to leave in an ambulance."
"Dougal was one of my clients. He was a brooding fellow with not too good a sense of humor. He told me that he worked in the Tower guarding something his family had guarded for generations. He never told me what it was and if I pushed too hard he'd get angry and I wouldn't see him for weeks afterwards." Irene looked out of the window breathing deeply and glaring at nothing.
"Don't stop now." Valkyrie told her.
"I found out most from another man though. His name was Kuro Ryu." She visibly shivered. "He is a professor at Oxford University. He told me of the clock or the ancients."
"What did he tell you?"
"Just that it was an artifact from long long ago." Irene looked down in defeat. "That's all I know."
"Did Kuro Ryu look evil to you?" Valkyrie chewed the inside of her cheek. What kind of a question is did he look evil? She mentally kicked herself.
"No, he was an old man, crippled as well."
"Old men can be evil psychopaths too. I know from experience." She told her. "Do you have any more information for us?"
"No." Irene snapped. She stood up and smiled, back to being confident. "I'm almost late for an appointment. It was lovely seeing you again Sherlock. Perhaps we could have dinner soon. Farewell." She turned on her heel and stalked out of the shop.
The three were silent as they watched her walk off.
"What gives you the right to threaten someone like that?" Sherlock demanded.
"Is she your girlfriend?" Valkyrie asked.
"We're not quite sure but there's definitely something strange going on between them." John explained.
"Okay." She nodded.
"Who's Dougal?" John asked.
"That's another name Alexandar used." She explained. "I'll call Skulduggery and find out where he is."
"No time, we need to go to Oxford and talk to this professor there." Sherlock interrupted. "It'll take us over an hour."
Valkyrie cursed. A whole hour in a car on one of the first hot days in over five months: why did she have the worst luck? "One day, one day a case will send me sun baking on a beach." She promised herself.
What did you think? Please don't hate me for putting Irene Adler into it but I don't really like her and just couldn't resist Valkyrie messing her about :D Please review….. I'll try to write another chapter soon :P