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Shaking away the last layer of sleep, Blair sat up. The moon shown brightly in her room, illuminating the many clothes, books, and other random objects strewn across her floor. Her now empty closet looked dark and foreboding in the shadow of the moon’s light.
Blair looked away from the window and then turned back abruptly. What in the hell? Removing her pink silk clad legs from under the sheets, she climbed out of bed. She walked toward the window, careful not to slip on the remnants of her closet.
Blair stuck her head out, enjoying the cooling sensations of the cool autumn breeze lightly caressing her skin. Noticing the glint of moonlight on an obsidian-colored object, she grabbed for it wildly, barely catching herself before she fell out the tear-shaped window. Glancing at the object, she reached under her shirt, revealing a long silver chain currently missing its charm. She stared at the object dumbly, and the unclasped the silver chain. Sliding the object on it, she fidgeted with it for a few minutes. She was lost in thought. How could something ON a chain, AROUND her neck end up on the ledge outside her window?
Slowly, she turned around and walked back to bed, crushing many papers in the process. Before lying down again, she placed the cross back around her neck where it belonged. Clearing her mind of all thoughts she drifted back into the wonderful land of cows and glow-in-the-dark top hats.
“Yup. It shouldn’t be too bad, kid,” responded White while depositing a darkly colored substance in his mouth, “You might get more out of this than you think. It just might be fun. Sides, you do want your friend to get better, right kid?”
Richard sighed and ran his fingers through his spiked hair. Of course, he wanted Daniel to get better. But, it didn’t mean he had to be happy about doing extra work. Causing Mischief? What was the point?
“Go away, White. I’ll do it just leave me alone,” he said, standing up from his throne. And then, as an after-thought, added, “And don’t call me kid.”
“You got it, sir,” answered Whistler as he saluted smartly and then exited.
Richard gazed about the room. The dark color fit his mood. Daniel just had to go catch some unknown illness that restricted him from completing his duties. He just had to screw up the goddamn system. And I’M the one who has to deal with it.
He strode across the room purposely. Approaching the large mahogany doors, he pulled them open and walked out. He had to get ready. The resounding thud of the doors closing behind him was all the help he needed to send him on his way.
Then she rapidly opened her eyes. She sat up, and pushed the covers off of her. She had to teach a class at 7 today. Stupid Paige, backing out of teaching yet again! Ever since she started hanging with Will she’d been reverting back to her old habits. Blair sighed. There was no use dwelling on it now, she needed to get ready.
She heard the faint sounds of her mother and sister walking around upstairs as she combed her hair. Knowing they’d hold her up, she hurriedly threw on a green camisole and a pair of beige camos. Finishing her outfit with a spiked wristband and a pair of Etnies, she looked about the bedlam that was her room. Her eyes scanned wildly for her sparring equipment. Spotting the black bag poking from out from under her bed, she dove for it, pulling out her school bag with it. She slung the bags on opposite shoulders and exited her room.
“Bye Dawn, Mom. I’m out,” she called as she slid down the stairs. Grabbing her skateboard, she ran out the front door.
6:50, a personal record. She had 10 minutes to meet Andy and get to her class. She jumped on her board and sped down the street, deciding that she wasn’t going to let a little thing like time stop her that morning.
“Now when choosing a target, remember it must be someplace where people will get easily upset by your actions. You MUST make sure of this or else your work will be for naught.”
“I know, Woman,” said Richard s to the blue skinned woman behind him.
Closing his eyes he prodded the map in front of him. He opened his eyes to read the name of his choice.
Sunnydale.
“I’m going there,” he said not even bothering to glance at the woman.
“You can’t do that. That’s not how the system works. You must-” The woman blinked rapidly. Richard had already left.
She walked back to her desk. Something told her this case was going to require a lot of paperwork.
‘I should’ve chosen better. Too late now,’ he thought, looking out the windshield of the Mercedes as he sped past the boring streets of Sunnydale.
At last he reached the outskirts of the town, where his new home lay. It was dark by then. He parked the car and stepped out of it.
“What the fuck?” he spoke aloud as he sniffed the air. ‘Vampires? Here? On my property?’
He looked up at the apartment building before him, and then scanned it for a door. Finding one, he raced toward it. It was locked, and he wrenched it off the hinges before steeping within. There were two staircases inside, and he chose the left one, knowing that it led away from his office, and to his apartment where vampires had currently taking residence.
He ran up the stairs. Floor Two. Floor Three. Floor Four. ‘How high up are these vamps? And how tall is this fucking building?’ He smirked to himself as he answered his last question, ‘As tall as I want it.’ At the next landing, he stopped and sniffed. ‘Yeah, they’re here.’
He walked to the end of the hall bypassing the many doors to the left and right of him. When he got to the final door, he knocked politely, though he didn’t really expect an answer. To his surprise, the door opened and a scrawny-vamp stood before him. At Richard’s appearance, he backed away rapidly, tripping over his own legs in a vain attempt to get away.
Richard smirked and looked about the apartment. It looked like a shit-hole. This was the reason he hated vamps; they had no sense of hygiene. He grabbed the vamp on the floor and slammed him into the nearest wall.
“Why the hell are you here, boy?” he asked, staring down the nervous vamp that looked close the fainting.
“I-It’s the hellmouth. We-We’re supposed to be here. It is the hellmouth,” responded the vamp his eye color changing rapidly from its human brown to the yellow of his vampire form.
“I know it’s the fucking hellmouth. Why are you here? In my home?” said Richard, slamming the vamp harder against the wall.
“Oww, shit. It’s nicer in this apartment. We didn’t know it was yours. If we did, we wouldn’t have come,” answered the vamp, his eyes rolling back in his head from the blow.
“Well, too late now.” With that, Richard dropped him, picked up a broken chair leg, and before the surprised vamp had time to react, staked him.
Richard looked around the apartment, knowing the other vamps had gone once he started the questioning. ‘Disgusting. Need to get someone to clean this.’
He left the room, making his way back to the lower levels of the apartment building. He needed to sign in at headquarters.
“Class is over,” said Blair, bending over to remove her gear.
The sound of packing and kids talking drowned out her voice, before she finished her phrase. She sighed. The soreness was already creeping into her overused muscles.
‘Go on just say it/ You need me like a bad habit/ Well, I need you defenseless, dependant, and alone/ Go on…’ her phone sang as it went off.
She sighed again at the name. Mark. ‘Would it be wrong to just ignore him?’ ‘Of course,’ she answered herself, ‘he’s your boyfriend.’
“Hello.”
“Hi Blair,” said Mark on the other line.
“Uh, hi,” she said again, her mind already wandering to far off places.
“So, are you done with your class? I called at exactly 7:45 because I know how prompt you are.”
No response.
“So, I’ll see you at school.”
No response.
“Bye Blair.”
Blair absently hung up. She admired the way Mark was able to keep up conversations on his own. ‘He’s just so, ugh, boring. I can’t talk to him at all without wanting to bang him on the head with the nearest hard object.’ Her mind filled with images of herself hitting Mark. She smiled. ‘Why am I dating him again?’ Her countenance took on a look of disgust, and she pulled off her tennis shoes hard enough to leave bruises. She already knew the answer. ‘Date him or off to boot camp.’
“Blair? Blair?”
She broke out of her thoughts to look up into the face of her favorite ten-year old. “Hey Connor,” she said as she put on her Etnies.
“Hi Blair. Did you see me today? I was so great. I beat both Hannah and Austin.” He frowned adorably, and continued, “But July beat me again. She’s always beating me.”
“Stop frowning. Your face might get stuck that way.” She stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder. “It’s okay to lose. If I won every fight I’ve been in, I probably wouldn’t be teaching you now. I mean, my head would’ve been so big that I would think teaching others was something beneath me. You get me?”
He smiled, and said, “Yeah, I get you. See you Wednesday, Blair.” She waved at him as he skipped off happily.
She sang softly as she made her way to the locker room, “And I’ve got a twenty-dollar bill/ that says you’re up late night starting/ fist fights versus fences in your backyard/ wearing your black eye like a badge of honor…”
Blair dressed quickly eager to meet Andy and Paige if she showed for an early morning coffee, before heading off to UC Sunnydale for classes. She continued to sing, switching randomly between songs by Taking Back Sunday and Aiden.
“I'm so alive, my skin so cold and fake I close my eyes/I know that now's the time to take my chance with death and realize…”
She glanced at her wrist in search of the time. Her watch wasn’t there. She looked through her bag and couldn’t find it. Muttering obscenities, she walked back into the gym. Making a quick search and finding nothing, she walked back to the locker room.
Sitting on top of her bag was her watch. ‘What? I just looked there.’ She put it on and looked at the time. 7:30. ‘Shit! My watch stopped.’ She pulled it off and threw it in her bag. Taking out her phone again, she looked at the time. 8:02.
Stuffing her sparring equipment back in her bag, she grabbed her skateboard out her locker and prepared to leave. Coffee was starting to sound pretty good. Maybe a scone would be nice, too. She jogged out the building, never noticing the pair of dark-brown eyes that watched her.
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