Unnecessary Communication: UNDER RE-WRITE, DIFFERENT BOOK AVAILABLE! SAME TITLE!

Chapter 8: Sinclair's P.O.V

 When I finally reached the bar, I felt my stomach turn.  It felt unnecessary for me to be here.  I turned off the car engine, staring up at the red neon sign above the bar.  I grabbed my coat and got out of the car, heading inside, ready to get this all over with.

I walked in, instantly cringing from the stereo blasting Welcome Home.  I thought to myself how they could possibly think that this loud music is pleasing.  I got over it and looked around the bar, noticing many people staring back, and all resembling some type of my being. 

Then it hit me.

This is a place for my kind to come.  Obviously, otherwise these people are just really ballsy and like to challenge a powerful being.  I stared back at them with equal respect and then they turned back to what they were doing.  I scanned the room quickly, noticing Sam in the back sipping on some of the elixir in a small whiskey glass.

“Hey.” I said sitting next to him, taking off my jacket and running my hand through my hair quickly.  He looked up at me through the bottom of his glass, with a look of boredom and his usual nervousness.

“Hi Sin.  I know this ain’t about the art project, that already passed and you turned in a portrait of a bird with both our names on it.  So what is it now?”  He said simply, placing his glass on the bar, asking for a refill of the reworked concoction.

“It’s about Stefanheim.  We need to do something about him.  I recently found out something about him that… you wouldn’t be very proud of.”

Sam looked me in the eye for once, holding the look much longer than usual. “Which would be?”

“He’s done something to Rydia.” I said, cringing for fear of him questioning me, and possibly finding out.

“Ha.  Just bring up that mortal girl like she’s as important as Hanna Ripley.  You know her right, the leaders’ daughter?  Yeah she got attacked earlier and needs protection…. but instead we sit around talking about your precious Rydia,” he mocked, slamming his glass into the table, shattering it.

My face hardened at him and I hissed out, “Attack in the Ripley’s terms is being talked about in gossip magazines.  I doubt it’s as important as this.”  Then I forged on, telling him what Stefanheim had done to her. 

I could tell he tried to keep an uninterested face, but couldn’t.  When I was done, he looked as determined as I to do something about Stefanheim.  

The rest of the night we were hunched over a napkin, hatching a plan to get rid of Stefanheim once and for all.  We knew all his powers, what his weakness was and who he was working with.  Along with his little follower that went after Rydia at that party.  They disgust me.

Now all we had to do was get everything set up.  After two more weeks of him becoming more persistent to Rydia and just becoming more horrible in general, we would ambush him.  And then he would no longer be a threat to anybody but himself.

“Thanks again Sam.  See you in art class,” I said, grabbing my jacket and heading off into the dark gloomy night.

I jumped into my car and revved up the engine just for the fun of it, watching as newlings to my kind squirmed.  I smiled to myself and backed out of the parking space, not noticing that someone else was in the car with me.

“Sinclair Heavensby.  How have you been?” I heard a woman’s voice say from beside me.  I looked over at her, startled and found it was the woman from the party that I took great care in dancing with.

I looked back behind me, backing the rest of the way out and leaving the bar parking lot, heading off to nowhere in particular.  I glanced back at her quickly, not turning my head just looking out of the corner of my eye.