Another's Demise

Telephone Whispers

Cameron

"Hey Cam!" Isobel grinned at me, as she leaned out of Alara's window, a wicked sort of smile that I knew was anything but good.

"Your Juliet wants to talk to you," her hair framed her face, as a spark of joy jolted through eyes that were just like her fathers.

But even as she laughed, I could not remove the image of her, the sister to the woman I loved, covered in blood. Exposed to a world she should have been protected from.

A world I knew all too well.

"You've got good reflexes, right?" I was sure I heard a sharp curse from the phone.

"They're alright," I grinned as she tossed her phone from the window.

It would have been a stupid thing to do, if I hadn't been able to pluck it from the air with practiced fingers.

I didn't even have to look at the contact, there was only one person in the world I would ever call my Juliet, "Hello Darling,"

I could almost hear the eye roll, pressing down the phone, the sharpness of breath as she spoke, "Cameron I need you-"

"If you needed me all you had to do was ask," I wondered if I could irritate her enough for her to come back here and give me a piece of her mind.

"I don't need you," my smile faltered but I could feel Isobel hanging onto each word spoken, a giddy sort of look on her face as she shouted, "Don't mind me, carry on,"

"I need you to do something for me."

"Anything," the answer was automatic, a promise I so easily gave, one that I hadn't given in a long time. There was firmness to the word anything, no boundaries to the lengths I would go for her. The distance between the moon and the stars wasn't even close to how far I would go just to hear her laugh, to see the glimmer in her eye as she smiled, the knowing sort of smile that was always a promise of something more.

"I need you to look into my father."

The request cascaded down the phone, a firm ask that I hadn't expected from her. I had noticed the discrepancies in everything that Vincent Torres had done, so sure that he too was after the coveted Blood Diamond, that only she held the key too. Welded in her very skin, a map to treasures even the greediest of men could be satiated by.

"Sure." A moment's pause and I asked the question she must have been expecting, "But why Alara? I would do anything for you, and I don't particularly trust your father either. But," I twisted around, lowering my voice, as I turned away from Alara's sister, still stretching out to hear what was being said.

I knew Isobel Torres loved her adopted father with all her heart, and I didn't want her to know that the sister she had only just gained had fallen into the pool of people that distrusted him.

A pool that was ever growing as unrest sparked amongst the underworld, "Why do you want to investigate Vincent, and why are you asking me?"

The line was silent, a prolonged silence that grated at me, my fingers gripping the phone so tight I knew there would be impressions left in my skin long after I had hung up the phone.

"Because," her voice was not small, I don't think it ever could be but there was something incredibly soft about it, a low murmur that almost wasn't there, but far from fragile. The sentence trailed off, incomplete, "Because," she searched for something, the answer right there but I knew that even with everything that happened what she wanted to say was...

"You're the only one I can trust."