Dawn's Pendant

7| side-attraction

Two Days Later

She stared at the sleeping angel and sniffled another shower of tears. The CIA's coroners did a wonderful job in hiding her black veins and lips and her paled skin. Other than her, no one would know how she looked when she died. However, one thing Christina did have in common with those who attended the funeral. How did she die?

Anya possessed a harder shell to crack than she expected. The woman would not answer any of her questions, but she promised that it was not out of spite or cruelty but because of protocol and safety. Even when she dosed the woman with questions about Valeera, the only thing she got in return was her anime eyes expanding. This only made her wonder if the CIA were keeping her in the dark to protect her from this Valeera.

Maybe I should just let it go, she thought staring helplessly at her mom.

Gentle hands grabbed her by the shoulders. "Christina, let us sit," Anya said bringing to her awareness that she was standing at her mom's coffin for a long time.

She forced her feet to move, bottom lip quivering. "This is not fair," she muttered as if her mom could hear her.

They went and sat down a few rows in front of Agent Daniel and Wyatt. Only a few people who knew her mom from work sat on the opposite side to pay their respect. Then the service began. The priest they hired gave encouraging words and one of her mom's coworkers was honored to read the obituary. Christina kept her chin raised high and her dry hazel eyes straight as she listened to the great things she had written about her mom.

Every single point was true and pained her to the core to see that her mom was truly gone. Once they had sung Blessed Assurance bringing tears to her eyes, the funeral attendee closed the coffin. With a strong stride of defiance, the funeral attendees rolled her mom up the aisle and out the door.

"Mom," she muttered. She squeezed her eyes shut praying that this was only a bad dream. Still, it wasn't.

Against her wishes, the CIA wanted to take her mom's body to do a thorough examination on the cause of her death. As promised by Anya, she would keep her informed on their progress to keep her at ease. However, Christina knew deep down they were going to do no such thing.

"Christina. I am so sorry for your loss."

"Thank you Principal Reynolds," she said.

"Will you be returning to school next week?"

"Maybe. I think it would get my mind off of things."

"Okay," he said. "We have a great counseling staff who would help you in any way possible."

"Thank you," she said and the half-baldheaded principal walked away.

After she was given best wishes and condolences from her mom's coworkers at the Waffy Coffee Shop, Anya sprang onto her feet.

"What's wro...ng?" The words came out weird and awkward as she stared up at the woman who coward above them.

With a height of a six-foot man and a figure of a model, the ginger head looked to be able to steal the breath out of any living creature. Christina wished the pew wasn't behind her or she would've backed away from the thick aura that hovered around her.

"Jiva," Anya squeaked peering up at her as if she had gotten caught stealing.

"Anya," she said as if her social worker's name was a random word. "Introduce us."

Christina clamped her hanging jaw closed and scrunched her nose. Who died and made her queen?

"Uh..." Anya said pushing her glasses up her nose and glanced between them hesitantly. "Um...Christina. Christina- Jiva Komali. Jiva- Christina Ammeen."