Words reached my ears, the not so silent murmurs pulling me out of my sleep as I opened my eyes groggily, the high end ritzy ceiling bathed in gold coming into my view.Where was I?I felt the soft surface behind me, noting that I was atop a bed and I frowned inwardly, trying to sit up as fear doubled up my heart rate.Where was I?I somehow managed to sit up as I recalled I had heard voices. I glanced around, feeling eyes on me as my gaze met with Sydney's concerned ones."Hey", Sydney said somberly with a wave, her eyes dimming in sympathy. I glanced at Claude who was staring at me with an emotionless gaze."What am I doing here?", I asked, my voice coming out groggy as I tried to recall what had led to me being here. My memories refused to cooperate to that effect."What are we all doing here?", Claude spoke before Sydney had the chance to, throwing back my question.I frowned, "What?""What are you doing here? What are we doing here?", Claude retorted, "All that doesn't matter".
I sat alone for a while, unaware of the time or of what was going on in the outside world. I stood, paced, and sat back down, repeating the cycle every time I felt energized to start it up again.I thought and thought and the more I did the more nothing seemed to make sense.Nothing about everything made sense, if you caught my drift.Questions jumped into my head one after another, piling up as answers were only given to one or two.For example, the question that still thought I would have a normal life.Yeah, that one was answered quickly as Jacob's head replayed in my head.So far, he had called me a property and an asset, I wondered what was going to be up next.Fuck, I was envisioning the questions in my head as living things now.I searched around the room on my second round of the stand, pace and sit cycle, looking for signs of my phone or any phone at all. I needed to know what was going.And I'm sure you're wondering why I was pacing instead of trying to leave, I had tried t
I lay back on the bed staring at the ceiling and imagining different scenarios as a knock sounded on the door.A knock?I sat up immediately, my mind pondering as the knock sounded again and the door opened a little, and Elda's neatly packed head pushed in."Hello Miss", she announced, entering properly and closing the door behind her.I stood, "Let me out"."Unfortunately I can't do that", Elda said defiantly, smiling up at me. "I am to inform you that you'd be having dinner with the Master and his guests and to dress appropriate."The gull, I seethed.He had the fucking gull."I'm not eating anything from you or anyone", I screamed, directing my anger to the walls. Knowing he could hear me."There's a variety of dresses in the closet", Elda informed, talking on like she was a robot and I hadn't spoken. "And the bathroom", she continued, pointing with her eyes to a door as identical as the maroon walls, "is over there"."Dinner is by ten", she finished, smiling curtly before opening
The click of silverware against plates was the only autonomous sound enveloping the room as we ate, I couldn't even hear their breaths, and I know because I had paused mine to make sure they were breathing."Are you enjoying the food?", Jacob asks, the question propelling me to look up at him.I nodded, "Yes".It's the company I don't fancy, I silently added in my head and went back to my food.In truth my stomach was all shades of full, but I didn't want to stop eating.Sydney and Claude began a conversation in low tone, and I had been left to my thoughts once more.I looked down at the food in my plate, turning green at the idea of forcing another spoon into my mouth.Now that I had eaten dinner, I guess it was time to go home.I looked up abruptly, hardening my eyes and I glanced at Jacob's lazy and laxed ones, "It's time I go home".All whispers of conversation stopped at the small table and Jacob smirked at him."You're done eating?", He asked, more of a statement than a questio
Jacob nodded at Claude, giving Claude free rein of speech as his face turned grim at Claude's blank expression.A sense of foreboding doom took over the air as Claude voiced out words that had my face going white."The police called through her phone", he looked at me tersely, his eyes swimming in pity.My heart was already in my throat at this point. The police?Had anything happened to Sacha? "They want her to come identify the body", Claude finished as everything in me grew still."What body?" I shrieked standing to my feet as fear replaced my heart beats. "Whose body?"Two words and a heart stopping answer that had me falling back on the chair as every atom of strength left me."Your father".No.No, it wasn't possible.I shook my head, my body freezing to the spot as I stared at one point on the table, my head disputing everything Claude was saying.It wasn't my father's body they had found. They had to be wrong.Or he was playing one of his games.My father wasn't dead.My fat
The words filtered into my head one by one as the detective woman came to a stop in front of a door.I braced myself for the worse when she opened the door, revealing an office. A small stacked office.File cabinets lined up one side of the wall, the side where the window was situated penning from the stray of light that uplifted the dreary room."Make yourself comfortable", the woman extolled, walking behind the little desk in the middle of the room and sitting behind it while gesturing to the seats opposite her.I looked around the room again, my eyes going to the name tag on top of the desk.Detective Rainey.Sydney walked in ahead of me, sitting down so elegantly and without a care.I took my time, question marks popping up in my head at an unquantified pace.I wanted to see my dad's body not have a chitchat with the detective.But I sat, their stares propelling me more than anything."Do you want coffee or", the woman paused, her gaze flicking to Sydney, "Blood?""A type AB would
What?I pondered on the statement, staring and wondering if he had gotten the wrong person.But he had confirmed my name."I don't know your daughter, I'm sorry", I shake my head after several moments."You don't need to know her. I just wanted to thank you for the Ctrl app you created. That saved her life", he explained, his eyes proffering his gratitude.Oh that's what he was talking about.I smiled shyly, unsure of what to say. He smiled back before turning back to where he had ran out from."You did good with that app you created", Rainey commented when we were all on the car and on our way back to the station."It has helped the police curb the newly made killings and the sires have all sat up with the warning from the council too"Warning from the council, I looked to Sydney from the rearview mirror and she shrugged.What warning from the council?I wanted to ask but I let the moment pass and I wasn't really in the mood for talk. I just wanted to go home to Kane and Sacha, to t
I swallowed down the shot of fear that had spiked in my veins and looked up at the man, Siti.I would know his shrill voice anywhere.Quickly thinking, I pulled the flash from the computer and dropped it in my pocket before he slid in to the seat next to me, pining a knife so subtly to my leg that was hidden under the computer desk.My eyes widened as he smiled sardonically, his yellow teeth gleaming."Hello feisty girl. How's life been treating you?"He pressed the knife to my leg and I couldn't even shout for help or turn in my seat. I just sat there, scared to the marrow of my bones."Oh that's right", his shrill voice cluttered and tsked, "Accept my condolences"."Shove it up your ass", I gritted as the knife cut through my skin and I hissed in my breath. My eyes seeing red."You know I like your feist. I believe you got that from your father", he taunted, shaking his head. "He was a crazy man"."You killed him and you're all going to rot in jail for it", I swore even as pain ra