Blood and Sweaters

Chapter 13

Chimerical
Created by unchecked imagination; fantastically visionary or highly improbable

Oscar stood on the corner of the quiet dark road, cigarette between his tattooed fingers, watching the Cabrera mansion with a hawk-like gaze. That last few days were spent basically on a stakeout of some sort.

One of the men from the Torreto clan had seen Alba go into the old mansion but she hasn't come out since. There were two bodyguards present at the front door of the house at all times. It wouldn't be hard to take them down but it would alert Alba on the inside and if other men were waiting around then she would have enough time to inform them. So the plan, for now, was to wait it out, I mean how long could she stay in that rickety old house? She was bound to come out sooner or later.

That was what Aria thought five days ago but the old hag surprised her.

'Perhaps she was a witch who didn't need to see the light of day' thought the frustrated girl, running her fingers through her dark hair.

Veronica watched her distressed cousin. This plan was really taking its toll on the girl. It had been a week since they arrived in Spain, with no news on Alba except the initial sighting Aria was losing patience, fast. Veronica knew her cousin well enough to know that if the girl ran out of patience all hell would break loose and there would be a blood bath at the Cabrera Mansion. She needed to take Aria's mind off waiting for a little while.

"Watch it with those fingers in that pretty hair. You'll end up pulling all of it out and I doubt Mr. Conceited Hottie is going to like a bald Aria," the redhead joked trying to lighten her cousin's gloomy mood, but it only earned her a glare from the latter.

Aria sulkily sipped on her coffee, her raven hair sat atop her head in a loose bun, a few stray strands escaping to frame her exhausted face. Her mind craved to be active but there was nothing she could do but wait.

Veronica came up to the table turning the steel chair around, she sat down with her arms resting on the steel frame as she looked at Aria with a smirk.

"I know that look," Aria expressed mirroring her cousin's smirk.

"Remember when we were 5 and your dad and Tio took us to Pamplona to watch the encierro."

Aria leaned forward on the table, intrigued but unsure by where Roni was going with this trip down memory lane.

"Do you remember what color the runners were wearing?" Veronica asked her cousin.

"Oh, I don't know maybe red," Aria replied sarcastically causing Veronica to roll her eyes.

"And why did they wear red?"

Aria let out a tired sigh but humored her cousin nonetheless.

"Because it gave to bulls motivation to chase them."

"Exactly!" Veronica exclaimed as if she had just won the biggest prize in some game show.

"Are you suggesting that we wave a red flag in front of our bulls to lure them out?"

"Exactly! Once they're out of the way then we have the little old crone to ourselves."

Aria snickered at her cousin. This was the reason she and Veronica always got along, the two somehow constantly had the same train of thinking. She and Veronica fitted together like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. A jagged jigsaw puzzle.