The Lancel siblings had arrived in Alexandria before the sun, but not soon enough. They spent a day in the penthouse that their corporation owned, with the green-eyed Abel pacing out his boredom as the morning hours ticked on. “Where exactly are we going, anyway?”
“Kisatchie,” Vera answered. “I already have our ride ordered. We’ll leave as soon as it is dark,” she informed him, though he likely guessed that. “It isn’t terribly far from here, about half an hour.” Even so, they’d have to plan their leaving time well. “Hopefully we’ll be done with this tonight,” she muttered that to herself, though she heard Abel make a sound of agreement.
“What are we even going for?”
“Strange happenings in the locations nearby.”
“Such as?” Abel sounded annoyed with the lack of details.
Vera looked up from the laptop, “Computers and televisions going on the fritz, animals running out from the forest for no discernable reason, people starting to act strange, and lots of accidents.”
“What do you mean by accidents?” Abel frowned.
“I mean nearby streetlights falling onto passing cars, or televisions exploding.” Abel’s eyes widened.
“Why are we—”
“—because I understand this.” Vera’s eyes went back to the laptop. Abel hadn’t been told the stories of her occult days. They were long behind her now. “And not many in this world understand these things. I just need to assess whether it is an angry ghost, or a demon, and then I’ll know how to deal with it.”
“A ghost? That exists?” Vera looked up again, a dead expression on her face.
‘Really, Abel?’
“Oh…right,” he chuckled, remembering what he was. He collapsed onto the couch besides her, an arm going around her shoulders. It was just to make her tense, and to get a rise out of her. He saw the glare tossed his way, “So, do werewolves exist then?”
“Yes,” Vera spoke through gritted teeth, trying not to be annoyed by Abel.
“And witches?”
This would continue for ten minutes, until Vera had enough of his foolishness and locked herself in a room. She wouldn’t come out until it was the evening, dressed in a way Abel had never seen before. He kept to his tailored suits, blue in hue to bring out his eyes, but Vera had chosen leather pants and a red tank top. She had also put her hair up in a ponytail.
None of these things had Abel seen before, since Vera preferred the elegant evening gowns, but he supposed this was more practical to go investigate a forest in.
They exited the penthouse together, and found their ride waiting for them just outside the glass doors. They were driven to the town of Pineville, and dropped off near the entrance to the forest. The man promised to return around 4:30 am, to give them plenty of time to get back to Alexandria and their hotel.
With that arranged, the two siblings looked to the mass of forest before them. “Where do we even begin…?” Abel asked, wondering if they could possibly find whatever it was in such a place.
Vera just took out her phone. “There’s a graveyard in the forest. We begin there.” And she set the GPS to guide the two of them, and started walking.
“You take all the fun out of this!” Abel complained, but followed along dutifully.
“Kisatchie,” Vera answered. “I already have our ride ordered. We’ll leave as soon as it is dark,” she informed him, though he likely guessed that. “It isn’t terribly far from here, about half an hour.” Even so, they’d have to plan their leaving time well. “Hopefully we’ll be done with this tonight,” she muttered that to herself, though she heard Abel make a sound of agreement.
“What are we even going for?”
“Strange happenings in the locations nearby.”
“Such as?” Abel sounded annoyed with the lack of details.
Vera looked up from the laptop, “Computers and televisions going on the fritz, animals running out from the forest for no discernable reason, people starting to act strange, and lots of accidents.”
“What do you mean by accidents?” Abel frowned.
“I mean nearby streetlights falling onto passing cars, or televisions exploding.” Abel’s eyes widened.
“Why are we—”
“—because I understand this.” Vera’s eyes went back to the laptop. Abel hadn’t been told the stories of her occult days. They were long behind her now. “And not many in this world understand these things. I just need to assess whether it is an angry ghost, or a demon, and then I’ll know how to deal with it.”
“A ghost? That exists?” Vera looked up again, a dead expression on her face.
‘Really, Abel?’
“Oh…right,” he chuckled, remembering what he was. He collapsed onto the couch besides her, an arm going around her shoulders. It was just to make her tense, and to get a rise out of her. He saw the glare tossed his way, “So, do werewolves exist then?”
“Yes,” Vera spoke through gritted teeth, trying not to be annoyed by Abel.
“And witches?”
This would continue for ten minutes, until Vera had enough of his foolishness and locked herself in a room. She wouldn’t come out until it was the evening, dressed in a way Abel had never seen before. He kept to his tailored suits, blue in hue to bring out his eyes, but Vera had chosen leather pants and a red tank top. She had also put her hair up in a ponytail.
None of these things had Abel seen before, since Vera preferred the elegant evening gowns, but he supposed this was more practical to go investigate a forest in.
They exited the penthouse together, and found their ride waiting for them just outside the glass doors. They were driven to the town of Pineville, and dropped off near the entrance to the forest. The man promised to return around 4:30 am, to give them plenty of time to get back to Alexandria and their hotel.
With that arranged, the two siblings looked to the mass of forest before them. “Where do we even begin…?” Abel asked, wondering if they could possibly find whatever it was in such a place.
Vera just took out her phone. “There’s a graveyard in the forest. We begin there.” And she set the GPS to guide the two of them, and started walking.
“You take all the fun out of this!” Abel complained, but followed along dutifully.