"So, what was that about?" I asked him when we got into the car.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Ethan said stiffly. "Change of subject?"
"I love this car," I say, deciding it was a good idea to change the subject. The look that came into his eyes was not a good one.
"I thought you would," he said, lighting up. "I had I customized to fit you, since it will be one of your cars," he said smiling. He turned his blue-eyed gaze back to the road. "Aside from the nos under the the back seats, police scanner, and the .45s under these front seats, two shotguns here," he motioned to the center console, and they were fit in between the console and the seats. "There is a shitload of guns, a few compound bows with arrows made with special tips, grenades, and anything else you would possibly need in the trunk where the spare tire would be. This car doesn't need a spare, the tires are made from the hardest rubber that doesn't wear down and is very tough to penetrate."
"Wow," was all I could say.
"You like Eminem? It was more of a statement than a question. When I nod, he asked, "Name one you like." I thought for a moment then stated my answer.
"'Till I Collapse' is a good one."
"Play 'Till I Collapse' By Eminem," He ordered.
"Yes, sir," replied an automated male voice, the car's voice. The intro music began to play, and I felt the unbelievable bass.
"That's awesome!" I say over the music, smiling.
"The car automatically recognizes male from female," Ethan states, "try it."
"Play 'Seven Nation Army' By The White Stripes," I order.
"Yes, my lady," the car replies. The song begins and my smile becomes even wider.
"Wow, a gentle-car," I say, giggling.
"Yup, and if you want it to call you something else, just say it. It is programmed to respond to questions, even search the internet and relay it.
"Wow, Call me Becky," I tell the car.
"Yes, Becky. What do you want to call me?" the car asked.
"Um, I'll call you Remington," I say.
"Yes Becky, I like that name," Remington replies.
"I am loving this car," I tell Ethan. "What's next? A magical horse?"
"You'll see." was all he said.
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A huge office building that, at first glance, looked abandoned on the edge of town, surrounded by a forest was were the Company was headquartered. Next to the building, there was a huge parking garage that Ethan told me held all the vehicles, the prisoners in the underground floors, and stables on the higher levels. The building itself had a lobby with restrooms, offices, meeting rooms on the first floor, like a normal office building, but the second and third floors were living quarters, for every creature who wanted to stay at the building. The fourth floor held research labs and medical 'wing', the fifth was a mess hall and more meeting rooms, the sixth was training rooms and weapons department. Not that the supernatural needed weapons.
I was on high alert. The lobby was swarming with werewolves, vampires, witches, warlocks, mutants and faeries as well as humans. They were all glancing at Ethan and I as we walked through the double front doors tinted black to block the UV rays from the sun.
We walked to the front desk, and Ethan casually crossed his arms and leaned on the hardwood. He spoke in a different language to the receptionist, who by her scent, was a she-wolf. Unmated if she was working in the lobby in front of the doors, that could be hit by rouges. She was pretty, short and petite with light caramel skin and shoulder length auburn hair. She didn't fool me though, she could probably fight just as well as the male wolves.
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The Ace of Hearts
Science Fiction***Cover by Luluutique*** Becky Stockman is a shapeshifter, with highly trained human parents, though they were killed when she was little. She was taken in by her only remaining family, her uncle Alec. She was taught almost everything she knows by...
