Disappearing act

A Good Night's Sleep

On the day that it all began, it was quiet. Aside from giggles and teasing, there was a serene feeling in the air. With a slight chill of the wind, enough to give anyone shivers, came also a sense of solidarity and nostalgia. The stars were out with the moon and few souls wandered the streets. One such soul however, was a young girl. Her hair and makeup was made to impress, in a warm jumper and jeans. She happened to be making her way home after a friends small get together. After a long fun night, the sight of her house made her realise how exhausted she really was. But as she made her way across the street, she noticed a shadow move in the hazy glow of the street lights. Her stomach turned for a moment, and she subconsciously moved faster to her front door. As she stepped into the comfort of her house she immediately shut the door, calming herself. After a hearty snack of an apple and a small muesli bar, she finally goes upstairs to bed. She briefly closes her eyes before sleeping, mulling over the conversations had with a small smile. Suddenly all fear of shadows in street lights disappear as just an odd thought. Her thoughts become slower and slower, until she eventually drops off into a deep sleep. Unfortunately, she never noticed that in the moment before she shut her eyes, the shadows had multiplied and were crossing every light. It was almost as though a pair were walking down the street. But rest assured, she wasn't imagining things. The shadow pair suddenly erupted with loud whispers, and if stood close enough to, the whispers would seem to be coming from above the shadows. Because naturally they were not shadows at all, but people invisible to the naked eye.
"You promised that tonight it would be done. Everything was set into place, Clive" a glare was shot across at the person standing next to what seemed to be a very intimidating woman.
Clive recoiled slightly, "Ah, I was just waiting for the right moment, she was too close to the border anyway..."
"Excuses! Honestly, you're like a child. Don't give me crap about the border, and do your job." She turned away, about to leave.
"Look, if you want her killed, so be it, but let's do it properly. Ok Lucy?"
"Properly yes, but how about punctuality? Honestly, you're going to get yourself and everyone around you killed. If you think for a minute that I-"
"I get it, calm down"
She whips around in anger at the last remark, and points a finger at him. A puff of thin smoke bursts from the end of her fingertip unwillingly.
"I swear Woldaner, if you even think about sassing me..."
"Be careful, honestly. The humans will see it. Just imagine walking down the street and seeing a puff of smoke appear with no apparent reason. How odd, they'd query, and devote their lives to figuring it out. What a waste."
"You are the biggest idiot I've ever met."
"You're the biggest snob head I've ever met."
"Snob head? Excuse you Mr. perfume lover. Also, Lucinda. It's Lucinda. It's irritating when you say Lucy."
He flashes a grin that glows slightly under the moonlight. "As long as you say things like irritating and 'Punctuality', you're a Lucy."
"I'm go by Lucinda! Also, that makes no sense whatsoever."
"That's what I'm here for."
The two look at each other a moment, Clive still grinning at the obvious hints of anger still on her face.
"By the way, did you say sassed?"
Her eyes soften slightly in embarrassment, and she stays silent.
He bursts into laughter. "'Sassed?'" Without thinking of it before, he suddenly comes to the realisation, that that was pretty funny.
"That is the most hilarious thing, I have heard. All. Freaking. Day. Sassed!" At this, his laughter turns silent and tears form in his eyes.
"It wasn't that funny! I-I'm your boss! Stop laughing!"
He attempts to say something, but is laughing so hard that he can't get it out.
"What?"
"p-partner" He chokes out. Attempting to calm down.
"Right, the promotion. I could not believe that an egghead like you could get in."
"Aw come on" He pants slightly, wheezes and then recovers. "I thought being bald was pretty stylish."
They reach the end of the street and Lucinda pauses and looks at him, with a smile.
"If you're humpty dumpty."
"You love me."
"You wish." She gives him a wink. Clicking her fingers, she disappears with a flourish.
He stays a while to check on the girl, silently wondering about his job (as you do). After a second or two of mindless thinking, he also clicks his fingers, the wind almost carrying him away. The smell of smoke and heavy perfume is left drifting around the street after his departure. Once again the street had become quiet. Slightly unsettled yes, but very quiet.