His Purple Eyes

Chapter 17

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Her intentions were set. She knew exactly what she was doing in this part of town and she was prepared to hurt anybody who would ruin her plans. Thinking to her herself, she thought ''For his profession, he lives in a god awful house in a god awful neighborhood. How pathetic."

The surrounding buildings were living up to her expectations. Crumbling bricks, cracked foundation, boarded up windows. Nobody cared about this place. Compared to the rest of the town, this was the forgotten lands. The place where crime was as common as a pesky mosquito.

In her attire, she could be mistaken as one of the working ladies posted on the corners. But to any one looking, she was the beautiful forbidden apple. That's exactly what she wanted. She used her looks to get what she wanted and she always has. But she had her intelligence as well, a deadly combination. Her motto was: 'I don't need men, the men need me.'

As she sashayed closer to the worn-house, she kept her head high and her shoulders back. She reeked of confidence. It was sad to say that the house with boards falling from each direction, shingles peeling off of the roof and a broken t.v sitting outside, happened to be the nicest house on the street. Her face came together in disgust.

Her knuckles hit the door rhythmically. She took a step back and raised her breasts, stuck out her rounded hips in her pencil skirt then waited. The door abruptly flew open. A scrawny little weasel was in mid scream when he saw who was behind the door. He was wearing a stained shirt and ripped jeans. His hair was greasy, as if he hadn't washed it in a good three days.

"M-Ms I am so sorry. Please come in." His stutter was amusing to her, she loved the weak ones. She noticed him staring at her breasts, but she acted as if she hadn't noticed. She stepped forward in her stilettos inside of the man's pitiful house. Beer bottles were littered over the floors and he had given up with his life just like the rest of the people inhabiting the area. As she walked in front on the man, her hips swayed seductively. She could feel him beginning to drool.

When they got into his sad little living room, the woman turned towards the man with very poor posture. She smiled at him. "I can't say that it's a pleasure to see you again." Her eyes wandered around the room before finally landing on the man weak knee'd before her. '' I'm s-sorry to disappoint. Is there a reason y-you came here?" She noted how the man acted powerful before the weak, but when he himself was in front of someone with true power, he became the weak. "There is indeed a reason for my presence. I know that you have connections and information. I too have information for you and I want you to pass it on." She wasted no time on getting to the point. She wasn't here to play her games, rather get what she wanted like she usually did.

Interest has risen. The man wanted some more power in the situation, which she would not allow. He adjusted his standing position. "What kind of information have you brought?" He desperately tried to steady his voice and calm his nerves. When the woman had first arrived, he dared to think she was interested in him. He sure was a dreamer for thought like that. "Well my dear, it involves an odd girl. Surely you know which one I'm talking about. Even you knew from the start that something was just a bit different about her? You sensed something with the limited powers you possess." Her tone was sugar sweet, the man wanted to melt into her. But what she said put him on sharp attention. He knew exactly of whom she spoke of. "You know of that Arianna girl?" Was his unsure reply. A part of him wished she was talking about another odd girl. She was hiding something dangerous and he was honestly afraid.

A curt nod of her head. "That's the girl. I've heard you tried to take a sneak peak into her mind?" A sheepish nod was all she needed for an answer. "Well I could tell you what she's hiding, I mean as long as I get something too. I wouldn't want to give out very secret information without a little something for me, right?" She pouted some and tossed her hair over her shoulder. She could just see the little wimp's legs grow weak and his panting begin. "A-anything you need, you got it. Anything." Dirty thoughts ran through his mind, but he did say anything, so anything it shall be. "Well, once I tell you my little dirty secrets, you have to call Bane Vega and spill your guts to him." Even with her sugar sweet voice, it did not soften her large request.

Bane Vega happened to be second in command of the most powerful gang in the world. The very same gang who hunt down powerful figures and kill them or control them. "B-Bane Vega? Look, I would do anything-" His sentence was cut off quickly. The powerful woman quickly had the man pinned against the wall. Her lips close to his ear, her mint scented breath tickled his neck. Her long locks rubbing against his face. He gasped, from the pain in his shoulders and from the arousal his sick, twisted mind had. "I said, I want you tell Bane exactly what I tell you. Understand?" He struggled even to just nod his head. He would do exactly what she wanted.

"Good. Now, listen careful to this. I don't want any miscommunication." The woman stepped back and had her back facing the man, as she took a few steps away from him. "Arianna is a Sinclair. Her parents are Erika and Tobiah Sinclair, the most powerful descendants of the original casters. As you know, Bane and the troops had their eyes set on Erika, Tobiah and the girl. But she got away. If you tell Bane that I gave the information to him, he'll be very happy. And so would I. So be a good little worm and tell him all the good information Miles. I'm counting on you."

The woman took one last look at the ex-history teacher and walked away. "Yes Vivian, I'll do as you say."