The Search

SEACHING FOR THE TWO-FACED BOY PART 1

I wake up to the annoying sound of a fist against wood. Not the most uncommon sound, nor the hardest to ignore, but paired with the obnoxious yelling of my name…well, let’s just say I would prefer a blaring alarm clock.

I stretch myself while I slip off the very high, very big and very comfortable California king sized bed and go to open the door.

“What do you want,” I snapped, already missing the warmth of the bed.

“Have you seen this place?” Raidon squeals.

I stifle a laugh at his girlish noises and shake my head.

“Well you need to,” he yells dragging me from my room.

When we got to the main room I was pleased with the set up. Two master bedrooms on opposite sides of the suite with the living room and kitchen in the middle, a glass wall in the living room that opens the a medium sized Jacuzzi that over looked the city. The kitchen was very modern and up-to-date, while being easy to use and open. My stomach growled at that very thought.

Raidon smirk when he heard it. “They stocked the fridge when you were sleeping.”

I nod in thanks and turn to the kitchen.

I may have been hungry before, but when I opened the refrigerator and saw all the variety of foods and drinks I felt like a starving child being presented her first real meal. The hotel left fully cooked meals of roast, pastas, chickens and more, with only the need to be re-heated. I was in heaven. I took out a pan of veal ziti and popped it in the oven at its directed time.

As I wait I go to the phone and request evening wear to be brought up and fitted to me and Raidon. We came prepared for a battle, not clubbing.

The hotel sent a local in to do our clothes. He’s name Alfonso and according to him he was gay, proud, and had more fashion since than Chanel. He was fun, but when the food was ready he ate about half of it, and it wasn’t a small pan. In the end I was satisfied with his work. I paid for a multitude of dresses ranging from cocktails to slutty. I even got Raidon a few suites, I wanted to get him more but he felt uncomfortable when Alfonso flirted while he tailored his suites to him, I however, found it hilarious.

When Alfonso could stay no longer, it was already past 10 p.m.

“Five hours of that man is enough to last three life times,” Raidon grumbles.

“Whatever, “I sigh. “Be ready in an hour, we got a club or casino to look for.”

“Oh yea, I wonder where we’ll find a those in Vegas.” I snort at his sarcasm and head off to my room with my outfit in hand.

I looked at myself in the mirror; I easily passed for 21 years old. The short gold and silver strapless dress was tight and flashy, which of course meant I would fit in perfectly. The towering black heels I paired with it only added to the length of my legs, and with my Smokey eyes, plumped lips, and teased glossy hair, I was the poster child for vixens. I turn away from my reflection and walk over to my duffle bag. I pull out a small gun with all three bullets loaded in, and slip it into the garter belt hidden on the inside of my thigh. I grab my clutch, throwing in a fake I.D., a butterfly knife and some cash, before heading off into the living room.

“You look hot,” Raidon bluntly states.

“And you look like an adult, too bad you are anything but,” I retort gliding past him to the door.

“Well, there’s nothing better than a world through a child’s eyes.” And I can’t help but think how right he was.

“How do we know it’s not a Fey using glamour?” I ask Raidon as we walk into our first club named after Zeus.

“Because they can’t change their appearances completely, only alter their more unnatural parts,” He explains.

“Lovely,” I groan to myself.

The first club was a bust. As was the second, third, and fourth. I was quickly losing my patience.

“Have a little faith,” Raidon said.

“Faith has nothing to do with this situation,” I growl “How do we find someone like this! It’s not like we have some sort of revealing device.”

“True.” I suppressed a face plant as he obvious lack of ideas.

So that’s how we spent the rest of the night and part of the morning, casino/club hopping. Trying and failing to find someone showing signs of shape shifting, like different people appearing to be wearing the same clothes or suddenly looking older, until we ran out of gods. We got so desperate we looked at god-like human, like Elvis, god of rock.

We only arrived back in our beds at 7 a.m., both of us too tired to talk much or even be properly put out with our findings…or lack there-of.

“Kyler!” I hear my name being shouted, along with that annoying knocking again. I look over to my clock to see it was well into the evening now and grudgingly get up and open the door.

“What if we have been looking in all the wrong places?” Raidon shouts while pushing past me to sit on my bed.

“Then we wasted part of our lives doing so,” I sneer. Can you tell I’m not a “Just got out of bed and I’m already cheery” kind of girl?

“We have been looking for Greek gods because that is who we are more familiar with,” he continues, completely ignoring my obvious attitude. “But there are many different gods for many different cultures, the most worshipped among supernatural’s being Greek, Roman, Mayan, and Egyptian. We need to broaden our search to all of those.”

“Brilliant!” I scream, getting excited at our new progress. “We can start with the bars tonight as planned, but look out for names such as Jupiter, Isis and all that! Go get ready.” I pull him to his feet and forcibly guide him to the door, to excite to care if he fell or not.

I have a good feeling about this.