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[02] Parting is such great... sorrow?
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Written: ~2018ish
"So, until we meet again, yeah?"
She looked away from the setting sun on the horizon and turned her gaze to the man standing next to her. He had barely aged at all since she was in high school. While he hadn't aged per se, he had most certainly changed. They both had.
He flicked the ash from his cigarette over the railing of the high rise balcony without looking in her direction. He remained resting his elbows on the cold and hard metal railing looking down watching the ash fall to the street down below before raising his gaze over the sprawling metropolis set before them. She took in his features, both the physical and those that weren’t so obvious to the casual viewer. She could remember when his hair was longer and shaggier; looking more like a surfer than what was typical living in Louisiana. These days, it was cropped short and his body was lean and strong. His eyes were the same blue hue but instead of the warmth and humor she had found in them years ago, now they told a story of guilt, anger and an evil she had long since stopped speculating about. It was never discussed openly but it didn’t need to be – just like he didn’t need for her to explain her position in the Great War between Good and Evil. What appeared to be a man of thirty at her side was in reality a mid two-hundred year old vampire who had been known to the real world as Benjamin Counts. He had long since retired his human name in favor of the given name his Sire had bestowed upon him – Adonis. Blonde and blue eyed with a built body – it was no wonder the Greek God’s name was given to him. She remembered a time when his lack of modesty regarding his looks and attractiveness not only got on her nerves but was one she reluctantly felt fit his personality and his given name.
The death of his best friend and Sire had changed him in ways she could and would never be able to imagine nor even begin to understand. The man’s death had also changed her in many ways but deep down, she knew it was especially hard hitting for Adonis – they had had a connection that not many would understand unless you were a vampire.
She tightened her hands slightly on the metal rail remembering one too many grins, smiles, laughter – everything she had tried for so long to forget about the man she too had lost and a best friend that had been more like a sister. She blinked a couple of times to rid the ashes that had gotten into her eye (or at least that’s what she would say if anyone so much as asked or opened their mouth like Adonis tended to do) then turned her gaze back to the horizon once more. It was much easier this way; not being able to see him, making it easier to not feel as though she had been hit over the head with memories and thoughts she's held off on remembering for so long.
She finally responded after gathering her thoughts. "Yeah. Until we meet again.” If he needed her, she did have a private cell phone he could clearly call. Somehow she knew he already had the number although she had never given it out to anyone, let alone him. "You know how to get a hold of me," she turned to look at him then plucked the cigarette out of his fingers before taking a drag, releasing the smoke slowly.
Les didn’t see him nod but she could sense it – she had known him for much too long. "I might have a job for you soon if you're interested," he said slowly, testing her responsiveness to the suggestion first. He knew how she worked; she didn’t work for any side other than her own when it came down to it. He took the cigarette from her fingers and took a final drag before stubbing it out on the railing.
She frowned slightly as he took it back and stubbed it out. She didn’t normally smoke but she did have to admit that it helped relax her and give her something to do with her hands. She stood there silently for a minute or two, mulling it over. "What sort of job?" She was hesitant. It wasn’t as though she disliked or even hated working with the man (at least anymore - what could she say, he was good at what he did); she was just particular about the type of jobs she took on.
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"I'll email you the information once it comes through. You can decide from there whether or not you want to take it," he replied smoothly - knowing or at least understanding her hesitation. His gaze turned to her finally and couldn’t help but compare this woman to the teenage girl he once knew - a girl who reminded him too much of himself and caused him constant irritation in the past. Where once all soft curves and a charming disposition were now a hard and tough personality and who could give many of his colleagues a run for their money. Despite his better judgment or what he may or may not say (particularly to her) - he does look out for her. His Sire had been in love with her - he barely talked about anything else before it all happened and spent all their time together - and he felt a sort of kinship with her, especially so after had had chosen her route after their deaths.
Nodding, she turned away from the now dark horizon and looked at him once more. "Right. I'm off then. Have a flight to Buenos Aires in a few hours."
He only nodded and let a fleeting smile cross his lips. "Always the traveler, Pip," he murmured, low enough for her to hear although the closest neighbor was several feet away, not to mention divided by cement, plaster and wood. He knew she went by another name these days - Alessandra De Luca, playing up her grandmother's side of the family he suspected - but he had only known her as Piper and thus will always be Piper to him.
She narrowed her gaze at him for his slip of the tongue but doesn't bother to correct him. She only nodded and stepped back inside his penthouse apartment located in downtown London before he could say anything else. Alessandra could feel the itch already settling in. It was this deep seated root of needing to be far, far away from anything that can or that does remind her of the past – an itch she can only satisfy by being on the next flight out to any place. If she could travel through time, she would surely take advantage of that as well. She had never dawdled in one place for too long - a year at most in certain places around the world was the longest she had stayed but she made sure she got out of the city as much as she could during that time.
She made it to Heathrow and with her bags checked in and a small carry on her person, she settled into a chair near the terminal to wait for her boarding call. It wouldn’t be until she was settled in her seat on the flight that she would properly feel better but this was certainly a stepping stone to that. Despite her best intention of not allowing Adonis to get to her, he had. She had spotted the photo of her and Jordan Davings on the wall of his apartment and she had definitely spotted the drawing he had hung over his fireplace – a drawing of the four of them. She closed her eyes for a moment while pinching the bridge of her nose before releasing a breath. She pushed aside the memories, the touches, the feelings and the underlying guilt that ate her up at night before opening her eyes again. She pulled her laptop out to do a little bit of work while she waited and pulled up one of her many email addresses that was used for private correspondence.
Piper,
Pi - fuck-what-is-wrong-with-you-child-that-you-had-to-change-your-name
I refuse- fuck it all
Lesandra,
It was, as always, good to see you again.
Thanks for your help this time around. Sure I couldn't have done it without someone who isn't afraid to smack me around a little.
I'll be in touch.
-A
Her lips quirked up before she realized it at his mention of smacking him around - that was definitely something she wasn't afraid of doing. She boarded the plane an hour later when they called her section number.
It was a complicated and often hostile friendship they had but it worked. They looked out for each other in the way only they could understand and appreciate. She supposed they could be considered each others family. That was if your idea of a family function was to help infiltrate a demonic circle, fight and kill off enemies and beat each other up when the other needed it. It was unconventional to be sure but she was okay with that. It wasn't the worse thing in the world after all.
Written: ~2018ish
"So, until we meet again, yeah?"
She looked away from the setting sun on the horizon and turned her gaze to the man standing next to her. He had barely aged at all since she was in high school. While he hadn't aged per se, he had most certainly changed. They both had.
He flicked the ash from his cigarette over the railing of the high rise balcony without looking in her direction. He remained resting his elbows on the cold and hard metal railing looking down watching the ash fall to the street down below before raising his gaze over the sprawling metropolis set before them. She took in his features, both the physical and those that weren’t so obvious to the casual viewer. She could remember when his hair was longer and shaggier; looking more like a surfer than what was typical living in Louisiana. These days, it was cropped short and his body was lean and strong. His eyes were the same blue hue but instead of the warmth and humor she had found in them years ago, now they told a story of guilt, anger and an evil she had long since stopped speculating about. It was never discussed openly but it didn’t need to be – just like he didn’t need for her to explain her position in the Great War between Good and Evil. What appeared to be a man of thirty at her side was in reality a mid two-hundred year old vampire who had been known to the real world as Benjamin Counts. He had long since retired his human name in favor of the given name his Sire had bestowed upon him – Adonis. Blonde and blue eyed with a built body – it was no wonder the Greek God’s name was given to him. She remembered a time when his lack of modesty regarding his looks and attractiveness not only got on her nerves but was one she reluctantly felt fit his personality and his given name.
The death of his best friend and Sire had changed him in ways she could and would never be able to imagine nor even begin to understand. The man’s death had also changed her in many ways but deep down, she knew it was especially hard hitting for Adonis – they had had a connection that not many would understand unless you were a vampire.
She tightened her hands slightly on the metal rail remembering one too many grins, smiles, laughter – everything she had tried for so long to forget about the man she too had lost and a best friend that had been more like a sister. She blinked a couple of times to rid the ashes that had gotten into her eye (or at least that’s what she would say if anyone so much as asked or opened their mouth like Adonis tended to do) then turned her gaze back to the horizon once more. It was much easier this way; not being able to see him, making it easier to not feel as though she had been hit over the head with memories and thoughts she's held off on remembering for so long.
She finally responded after gathering her thoughts. "Yeah. Until we meet again.” If he needed her, she did have a private cell phone he could clearly call. Somehow she knew he already had the number although she had never given it out to anyone, let alone him. "You know how to get a hold of me," she turned to look at him then plucked the cigarette out of his fingers before taking a drag, releasing the smoke slowly.
Les didn’t see him nod but she could sense it – she had known him for much too long. "I might have a job for you soon if you're interested," he said slowly, testing her responsiveness to the suggestion first. He knew how she worked; she didn’t work for any side other than her own when it came down to it. He took the cigarette from her fingers and took a final drag before stubbing it out on the railing.
She frowned slightly as he took it back and stubbed it out. She didn’t normally smoke but she did have to admit that it helped relax her and give her something to do with her hands. She stood there silently for a minute or two, mulling it over. "What sort of job?" She was hesitant. It wasn’t as though she disliked or even hated working with the man (at least anymore - what could she say, he was good at what he did); she was just particular about the type of jobs she took on.
--
"I'll email you the information once it comes through. You can decide from there whether or not you want to take it," he replied smoothly - knowing or at least understanding her hesitation. His gaze turned to her finally and couldn’t help but compare this woman to the teenage girl he once knew - a girl who reminded him too much of himself and caused him constant irritation in the past. Where once all soft curves and a charming disposition were now a hard and tough personality and who could give many of his colleagues a run for their money. Despite his better judgment or what he may or may not say (particularly to her) - he does look out for her. His Sire had been in love with her - he barely talked about anything else before it all happened and spent all their time together - and he felt a sort of kinship with her, especially so after had had chosen her route after their deaths.
Nodding, she turned away from the now dark horizon and looked at him once more. "Right. I'm off then. Have a flight to Buenos Aires in a few hours."
He only nodded and let a fleeting smile cross his lips. "Always the traveler, Pip," he murmured, low enough for her to hear although the closest neighbor was several feet away, not to mention divided by cement, plaster and wood. He knew she went by another name these days - Alessandra De Luca, playing up her grandmother's side of the family he suspected - but he had only known her as Piper and thus will always be Piper to him.
She narrowed her gaze at him for his slip of the tongue but doesn't bother to correct him. She only nodded and stepped back inside his penthouse apartment located in downtown London before he could say anything else. Alessandra could feel the itch already settling in. It was this deep seated root of needing to be far, far away from anything that can or that does remind her of the past – an itch she can only satisfy by being on the next flight out to any place. If she could travel through time, she would surely take advantage of that as well. She had never dawdled in one place for too long - a year at most in certain places around the world was the longest she had stayed but she made sure she got out of the city as much as she could during that time.
She made it to Heathrow and with her bags checked in and a small carry on her person, she settled into a chair near the terminal to wait for her boarding call. It wouldn’t be until she was settled in her seat on the flight that she would properly feel better but this was certainly a stepping stone to that. Despite her best intention of not allowing Adonis to get to her, he had. She had spotted the photo of her and Jordan Davings on the wall of his apartment and she had definitely spotted the drawing he had hung over his fireplace – a drawing of the four of them. She closed her eyes for a moment while pinching the bridge of her nose before releasing a breath. She pushed aside the memories, the touches, the feelings and the underlying guilt that ate her up at night before opening her eyes again. She pulled her laptop out to do a little bit of work while she waited and pulled up one of her many email addresses that was used for private correspondence.
Pi - fuck-what-is-wrong-with-you-child-that-you-had-to-change-your-name
I refuse- fuck it all
Lesandra,
It was, as always, good to see you again.
Thanks for your help this time around. Sure I couldn't have done it without someone who isn't afraid to smack me around a little.
I'll be in touch.
-A
Her lips quirked up before she realized it at his mention of smacking him around - that was definitely something she wasn't afraid of doing. She boarded the plane an hour later when they called her section number.
It was a complicated and often hostile friendship they had but it worked. They looked out for each other in the way only they could understand and appreciate. She supposed they could be considered each others family. That was if your idea of a family function was to help infiltrate a demonic circle, fight and kill off enemies and beat each other up when the other needed it. It was unconventional to be sure but she was okay with that. It wasn't the worse thing in the world after all.