Heir of the Forgotten

~Loose Ends~

Sitting in silence seemed to last forever, until Vincent showed up looking incredibly smug. He opted to sit on the back of the bench, placing his feet between Dorian and Selene.

"I have some pretty incriminating information.~" Vincent hummed as he pulled a coin out of his pocket to flick it in the air.

Dorian ran a hand over his face with a groan. There is nothing besides annoyance with his friend's dramatics. "Spit it out."

"So rude, wouldn't you agree Selene? I have a whole story and he wants to skip the fun!" Vincent glances at the female beside him.

Selene doesn't dare to get involved in whatever this is, so she raises her hands in refusal to take part.

With a heavy sigh, Vincent pouts. He's clearly not one for being ignored. He's certainly a little self-absorbed.

Selene is slowly beginning to see that Vincent goes between a lot of different acts. She's seen him be cruel, and then there was yesterday, then there is this dramatic side to him. Meanwhile, the captain seems to either act charming or like he's done with this mess.

"Well, I went through a couple bars. Asked who I needed to, paid off some people, and found this underground bar. You'd never see it! The door was spelled to blend into a wall with some magic." Illusionary magic can truly be useful. It's a creative use for a town that doesn't have an underground section. "In this bar I showed the barkeep a picture of our dear widow, and you won't believe what juicy details I got about our not-so innocent widow."

Dorian rolls his eyes with a small huff, "to the point."

Vincent sighs, rolling his eyes as he catches the coin he's been messing with. "She was seen sitting with some guy. An average height brunette male with a scar from his cheek down past the collar of his shirt. Sound familiar?"

Dorian's eyes widen as he stands up.

Selene's fingers twitch once as her chest tightens. She's not sure why. It's not a feeling of fear that tightens her chest. Rather, this feeling is similar to the ache she'd been used to living with.

"Our assassin?" Dorian starts pacing in front of the bench.

"Do we go back and question her?" Vincent hums watching his friend start to stress. It's an enjoyable sight to see, a rare one at that.

"Yeah, great plan. We should do that. Preferably before she flees or lets him know we're here, with her." Dorian motions to Selene with his hand, before running his hands through his hair.

They put her in danger, bringing her along. She would have been in danger left alone, though. It's a lose-lose situation. Still, he can't help but feel like they are being played with right now.

Vincent jumps from the bench, and the two make sure the girl is in front of them the entire rush back to the woman's house. It's only been two hours since they'd knocked on her door.

Stepping towards the building, Selene has that sinking feeling start to grasp her again. The scent of copper hits her senses just the same as it had the night she lost her parents.

She rushes ahead, not bothering to knock. Her eyes find the broken vase and splatters of blood first. She rushes up the stairs, with the two males calling behind her for her to slow down. She stops in the upstairs area. Centered in the large area is the slumped body of the woman she'd just talked to. Her hands curl into fists. Even if she had something to do with everything, she had a child.

Selene stares at the wall, over her body is that broken star, but in smaller bloody print is a crescent crowned by poorly drawn stars. Below that seems to be words. Slowly, she takes a step, avoiding the puddles of blood to lean towards the wall.