Raining heavily, didn't brought my umbrella or rain coat. So, equal to disaster. It was 24th December the day to sign the confidentially of my magazine, Dean-ery. And I was dressed nice and elegantly and was trying to be a human as hard. Or like one. I knew the make-up was 2 shades darker than it was supposed to be, by the time I hit the elevator. But it wouldn't bother people much in this black day. Well, as long as I can keep it inside me, what I was. 7:45 in the evening, rain droplets are feeling a little heavier than it normally is. Right by the garbage cans and the truck parked paralleled, James Falcon, my new neighbour, almost new was standing to say something. "Hey Virginia! Where have you been these days? Long time no see!" Visions of mine these 7 and a half months are being too accurate. Right after the incidents with Kara. The smell of James from about 3 feet approximately burned my throat, neck and shoulder off. That is the strongest I've felt til now. The feeling of uneasiness was appearing. Vividly and conspicuously. Hiding it, in my case, had always been the hardest. And the better plan the ghoul in my head gave was, "Finish it!"
He was huge and beefy. A day meal for a skinny like me. It would be hard to finish him here or to glide him to my apartment. There was only one way possible, run or wait. Well, true or not, that's what I read in Twilight: Midnight Sun! In this case it wasn't a classroom full of students and a vamp. But rather a hybrid a man and an exclusive amounts of garbage and it's repulsive smell, for that matter! "Gotta go. Late for work!" saying that, ran to my car like a Nascar and got into my Land Rover and drove as fast as I can to the Mountain Hill Forest. Or jungle, for humans.
45 minutes late for my work, and who on earth would have knew that a human can take me back to the investigation? Besides, need a dinner before going to work, right?
"Yo, Vir. Very special timing of yours to come down here, ain't it?" Milo said it with pride and a little wish for a fight.
"Shut the f*** up, Milo. Me being here is non of your god damn business, I reckon! Where is Dillon?"
"Calm down. The Harvest Moon is near so drop your temper bombs that night. Calm down now!"
"Who are you telling to calm down, Milo? She's the worst of her mum and dad and the best of them, aren't you my love?"
"Can you please cut the crap and listen to me? And the time I'm finished, I want a dear or a hiker in front of me!"
"As your wish, ma lady. Milo. Go before she swallows the whole forest. Don't howl and go now!"
"By the way, has Bravo came here last night or the day when Vera and Seth died?"
"You know that they gave birth to you, so you lawfully got the permission to call them 'mum' and 'dad'!"
"They didn't kept the situation for me to call them that and like hell I'm goin' to!"
"Hmm. About Bravo..."
"Somebody called me?" Bravo, a vamp and a anti-wolf! He just brought up the 16th century Lycan vampires war ritual.
"Ha. Look at you! Looking all hairy and ah, meaty! So, where was your "Alpha" when you were out last night? And possibly came here?"
"Who on earth gave you that info?"
"Do you have alibi? Or anyone who would be my dinner before work?"
"Ho, I should have kept one of the Hyenas alive, to alibi me out, right, Detective Beckett?"
"Will you two stop arguing? Just tell her the truth, Bravo! And...!"
And the full moon was on its peek, waiting to rise and shine. I stood there, clasping my claws and preventing myself from turning into a huge hybrid. I was six feet to be exact, so transforming right now would mean something worst. The moon light came upon the ground and lit up the River just 30 feet away from where I was, Bravo on other hand was gone, howling. There I stood with Dillon and myself for the moon to rise full and me, bursting into a beast, and obviously getin' my magazine deal cancelled! Man, It was my last chance, about the deal! But a shadow from above appeared out of nowhere. A figure of a huge eagle.
to be continued.....
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