"The hell happened to this thing" Vivian looks at me from where she's tinkering with my severely damaged phone and I frown, it was clearly shot through, she just wants me to say something because we have been sitting in awkward silence for two hours now.
"It was clearly shot through" I murmur looking down at my laps, I wish I could say I had stuff to talk with her but there isn't one thing I'd think to say, Vivian isn't the most social of people and neither am I but the silence is so awkward and she keeps looking at me like I'd flip a gun on her at any second.
"So um...this weather we're having" she murmurs awkwardly and I fight the urge to cringe
"Just transfer my files Vivian, there's no need for small talk" out of the corner of my eyes I can see her shoulders slump in relief and she let's out a sigh.
Her home had space of course but it was sparsely decorated, or furnished, it kind of looked like she just moved even though she has been here for as long as I can remember, the living space was so impersonal but the walls were lined with orange wallpaper thar kinda made up for the fact that there are no pictures or anything.
A few more minutes of me glancing at the soap opera on her screen, trying to pretend like I didn't already know the characters and all their back stories and love interests and she was finally done.
"Here you go, I was able to transfer it into this burner...all the information is safe" she says and hands me the phone and I take it...welp this is it.
"Thanks for your help, we aren't exactly friends and you did this" she shakes her head and dismisses me with a wave of her hand.
"It's no problem" I pick up my bag and leave her house, I'm barely out the gate when I hear footsteps running towards me, I turn and it's her.
"Viv-"
"Here...you'll need this" she pushes a set of car keys into my hands and I look at her, then at the car keys with a confused expression.
"Uh-"
"I alerted the Agency that you were here, I didn't tell them why but I had to, company policies and all so you'll take this car...it's a car that I own that is not signed under the Agency so you're not tracked" my mouth is open the entire explanation...she told on me!!
"Wait wait wait, how do I know this isn't a trap" I arch a brow and she rolls her eyes and starts to push me in the direction of her garage.
"If it was then I wouldn't tell you that i called them" good point
The car I see as soon as I enter her dark.and musty garage is pitch black and exactly my kind of car and it's bullet proof.
"Wait...why are you helping me" I turn to her again, skeptical of all the free services that she has rendered since I got to her place.
"Like I said, you're the most interesting thing to walk through my door since my last mail subscription for dateline.
The inside if the car is even slicker than the outside of it...is slicker even a word, well I don't care because gosh...the car has so many buttons for weaponry and defense and I can't wait to try them all.
"Well, good luck" I nod at Vivian and she gives the hood of the car a pat then waves me goodbye...once I'm out of the gated estate I can finally breathe easy.
The new phone with all my information, burns in my pocket and I itch to look at it to see what I'm dealing with but I have to get home first, get proper attire for the supernatural realm, gather some information...burn some things, actually burn lots of things.
Guess I won't be needing to dye my hair anymore, or wear false teeth or clip my nails or take my suppressants...sigh.
My house takes longer to get to than Vivian's, I had chosen a place at the top of a hill with many twist and turns, so many that it was almost impossible to get to, I'm mostly doing field work so I have a secondary location but this place, this is where all my secrets lie.
After climbing over a 100 staircases to get to my home, I take out my key to unlock it but it's already unlocked...what the hell, the door creaks open and my once pristine apartment has been ransacked like hell, papers all over my white floor, blood tracking to the kitchen and worst of all...my collection of DVD soap opera's on the ground, all trampled upon and broken...what kind of monster would do such a thing.
I hear a door creak open but I'm not near any doors, my hand reaches for the handgun in my small purse as I creep into MY OWN HOUSE! Whoever is here must have a pretty good explanation and reason as to why I won't shoot his or her brains out because I swear I won't hesitate.
Climbing upstairs and sidestepping all the blood on the floor has to be the hardest chore I have ever encountered but I manage it and reach the upstairs hallway, all the doors are shut, well, all except one...my room. This is starting to look like a horror movie but I'm prepared to be the villain in this one.
The light coming from the room has Mr walking towards it like an eerie call and once I reach the room there's no one inside...okay, that's creepy as fuck. Before I can back out the room the door shuts with a loud slam and despite the fact that I'm a black belt in karate with a body count of thousands (all bad guys don't worry) I Desiree Cormac let out the loudest shriek I could muster.
Someone starts to laugh and it sure as hell isn't me...I remove myself from the fighting stance I had forced myself in.
"Had a good laugh?, that's nice, now show yourself bastard!" I yell at the top of my lungs and the laughter dies down a bit and I start to see a figure appear before me...wait...is that.
"Bastard? I was under the impression we were still kin Desiree" no fucking way...it can't be
"Edwin??"