Nyx

Chapter 3: Genie's Pizza

Nyx:

Although you do not know me yet, I considered it wise to contact you in a more personal level. You will excuse me that it has to be via email, but the truth is I seldom leave my lair anymore.

I can say I felt quite relieved when Vincent informed about your rescue; it would have been such a shame to lose you over such a small thing like a misunderstanding with werewolves. Please do not take it personal; they were not aware of how important you are to us.

By the time you read this, Vincent will be on his way to your place to retrieve Alikai. I apologize for any inconvenience the girl may have caused you; truth is we were not expecting her either. However, if it weren’t for her, we would never have found you.

Nevertheless, I must tell you, I was rather disheartened to know you are not interested in working with us. After all, your family has been an important asset to our council for generations. You see, the power bestowed upon you is of a rather unique nature: unlike any other psychic in the world, you can connect with another being just by knowing of their existence and, with the proper training, you could be able to live one step ahead of everything… Without going through all the side effects.

My offer is still here, Nyx, just as Vincent is my hand, I need you to be my eyes.

Please, reconsider.

Val.

“And who on Earth might you be, Val?” Dominique muttered to herself, while reading the strange email.

In the next room, Alikai was sleeping soundly.  It had not been an easy night for either of them, but the girl had somehow managed to rest. Dominique, however, had spent most of the early morning hours just pondering on what to do with what she decided to call her new life.

All in all, it was the best way she could see the strange series of events that started with Alikai’s first email; everything she had believed to be true had turned out to be a lie, everything she had thought as fiction was actually real, and, on top of it all, now she had an added responsibility in the form of a red headed teenager.

Although something on top of her brain told her it wasn’t possible that Alikai was her future daughter, everything about the girl screamed the opposite: her face, her manners, even the way she slept were all familiar to Dominique, if it was a joke, it would have been designed by someone who knew her to the finest detail. The only obvious differences were that, while Dominique’s hair was dirty blond, Alikai’s was fiery red; and, though her very own eyes were a grayish blue, the girl’s were an almost iridescent green color. Dominique tried to think of any man she knew with such eyes, because she definitely didn’t know anyone with red hair; it wasn’t like she had had that many boyfriends, and out of all five of them, the only one with green eyes was, precisely, George; and the werewolf’s eyes had been a very dull shade of emerald, not nearly the same as Alikai’s.

The doorbell interrupted her. Her stomach cringed at the thought of seeing Vincent again; it was roughly in between dread and the so-called ‘butterflies’ of excitement. There was definitely something about him that made Dominique nervous, yet she wasn’t completely sure if in a bad way.

 “I’m here to rid you off your burden.” He said, greeting her with his usual sense of superiority.

“Yeah, about that…” Dominique bit her lip and looked up at him for the briefest of moments “I’d like to keep her with me for a couple of days, you see, there is something we need to sort out.”

“So you know about her… origin.” Vincent tilted his head lightly, as if studying her, “Tell me, did you believe her?” he asked, genuinely curious.