Crossing Illusion: Reflection (Book 1) #Wattys2017

Chapter 5: Investigation of Redshore

Cold air clinging to the lung each time I inhale my breath. Clearly, September is not a warm time of the year..

"They're late.. Fahmir said we meet up here." A boy with hair as pale as snow was talking. They're clearly in cold. Not even their sweater help.

"Hmm.. I think we should move around a bit? Maybe they was around?" The other male speak. His red eyes shine a contrast value than his partner's blue eyes.

"Nah... I had feeling they'll arrive soon.." The silver haired man take a gulp out of his pouch. Clearly not an alcohol, so it doesn't help fight the cold.

Few minutes later, a black European car stop by, its a Rolls Royce. The window slid open as a man with long hair and long coat speaking. "Come in!"

As the two enter, one of the ask. "Why must you took us to the place by car? We can go by ourself if you give the direct location." Ask Noir, the white haired boy.

"No, we should move together. The perimeter is dangerous, wide, and full of issues. Making you two waiting there would make you a sitting duck where the culprit may gang up on you. And beside.."

The man in steering wheel pause, looking at the two. "Those vampires rumored hunting down teenage. Additional point for your eyes, Almerich."

Almer know best what he meant about. His natural red colored eyes is similar to vampire. While his color not really red, as it rather pale rose of carmine, it still will add some suspicion.

The ride goes smooth after talk. Other than silent, its more like uneasiness, especially for the red eyed boy.

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Brickbane city, Redshore district, 19:47 PM

From far of the dense urban buildings, a classic black car make its appearance. "We park here, it's too dangerous to park flashy expensive car in those area."

The boys step out from the car. Fahmir come out with class, as he wear his formal coat of SPD. For Noir and Almerich, they simply wear everyday casual shirt, added some jacket outside. Obviously, they need some extra thickness in the cold night air.

"We're gonna start from where?" Ask Noir. "Those busty apartment up ahead. Those are some crowded housing with various people goes in and out. It's relatively cheap." Fahmir describe the place while they walk through the main road into a smaller complex.

In one of the rent, enter a group of teenage. "Y'all ask for a night or what?" An old man with unkempt look was asking. "We're from the SPD. May ask things or two?"

The man startled. "Whoa dude! There is no problem here, I mean, sir." Noir and Almerich only get suspicious, but Fahmir stay in his poker face. "May we ask about a rather.. weird subject?"

The old man sweating, trying to figure out what question to expect. "Let just say... ever heard about the red-eyed one? People here maybe refer as... vampire?"

The old man stood still, with blank expression. After a long silence, he finally drop his stiffness. "Ahhh I got it, y'all play a trick on me!! Dude, don't do that to a good ol' fella like me! Hey... hey wait!!"

The man still talking as Fahmir goes out, followed by the two younger male. "Hey Fahmir, why we just leave?" Fahmir took a single thick stick from his pocket. He lit it in fire, burning the dried plants inside.

"He's innocent, and he have no info. I could conclude that as easy as reading a book" He sip his cigar and blow smokes. Unlike his appearance, Fahmir does smoke. An old styled expensive tobacco shot, just like the taste of aristocrats.