Avenging

♱♰ Chapter 4♱♰

"Please. Don't leave," Adrian pleaded as he caught my hand,
"Sorry, Brownie. You gave me the ribbon," I said, "I have to go. And you should know, if you choose a body guard after me they're all going to suck. Because I'm the best. I also hope they all die out of Lego-Kineses."

I resisted the urge to add a creepy evil laugh after this. Childish, but still.

"And what colour ribbon did the best get?" Darya beamed as she entered the garden.
"Black, Aunt Darya." Adrian looked up to her with frightful eyes.
"Oh, that's wonderful!"
"Wonderful?" I asked. Wonderful? What part of it was wonderful. I was a homeless, jobless, outcast who was also going to a drop out. And even if I did get the job, I'd be a nanny. It was like The Sound Of Music with Cruella De Darkmore.

"You got the job, honey," Darya sounded excited. "I knew you'd be the one. We tell all the incomers that black is rejection and red is acceptation, when it's just the opposite. We love to see those happy little faces go sad when they know red is rejection. Poor souls."

"So... I'm your new Defender?" I asked Adrian.
"Yes!"
"Everything is set honey, let's go in and have tea." Darya led us into the Dracula's Lair.

I had officially sold my skin to Cruella De Darkmore. Now, I just had to wait till she made a coat out of it.
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The Darkmore estate was eight times the size of the mansion I used to live in. Which was big. I wondered how far the grounds stretched. The obsidian flooring and the atmosphere of the place complimented it each other. The walls were another matter entirely. The walls were made out of lava rocks. Carved into various designs from floral to abstract. Hot lava flowed between the etched curves. Hell is Beautiful, So are women. I pushed Konstantin's voice out of my head, mentally making a note that after two years of complete silence, his voice had returned to haunt me.

"Your bitterness towards the Darkmore bloodline is deep." Darya said as she poured tea in my cup. Adrian had taken off to play.

"You say that as an observation or as provided by Wikipedia?" I ask.

"Wicca who?" With a graceful move she slid into her chair. "Never mind. Modern teen terms are starting to bring the apocalypse nearer. Apolline told me, the woman who was at your house earlier."

"Yes, of course." I stared at my cup. "Wikihedious that she is."

"We run background check on all those who enter," she paused waiting for my reaction.
I gave my best poker face.
"Yours we could only trace till your mentor Brian. We had no luck with finding information of your life before, or your lineage. Funny isn't it?" She gave a nervous laugh

"Very." I said curtly.

"Will you be willing to share such information? We expect mutual trust to be present between each member of your race and ours, given the recent changes. Outcast or not."

"Given the circumstances, I haven't really been open about my past prior to West Wordsworth to either of my mentors. And so far, they haven't pushed me. I like it that way. There is trust, if that's what they want. I trust you enough that my stay here will be not that of a lowly life, you should trust me that I'm not much of a threat, regardless of my past." My voice had become cold, void of any emotion.

Darya smiled. "Very well, you have earned your position to be among us."
Who did they think they were? The Winchesters? I wasn't working to earn anything, unless it scored me a date with Dean Winchester.

"Thank you." I replied politely instead.

"Your education is of importance to us."

"Like I'm aiming to be an uneducated wizard." Homeless,jobless, dropout, and really really deprived of my bare necessities - books, music, TV shows.