Timeless

|7| Isaac Carter: world renowned liar, and mid-day snacks.

Aria held her phone outstretched in front of her, lying on the bed that had been hers for the past week she'd been resident in Osthill.
Her plan of finding, and reuniting with, Mary was underway, but getting there was a difficult task. At first, Isaac had refused to help in the slightest claiming whatever she'd done to everyone was so awful he couldn't even bring himself to even gives any leads he knows of. Of course, he didn't say this out loud but Aria knew, he was just too proud to admit it.
After a few threats and a day of wearing him down, he finally agreed to put Aria in touch with the people he'd last found her through. She'd quickly snatched the number off of him and gracefully walked back up to her room where she was now sat dialing and redialing the digits on the scrap of paper.
Ring, ring. Ring, ring.
The line went quiet, not even an answer machine picked it up, directing her to speak to the robotic voice after the beep. Yet another dead end she'd encountered. Aria took a long deep sigh of annoyance, she'd spent most of her morning trying to get hold of someone - anyone, who could help her search. She'd had enough. Burying her head in the sheets, she let out a shriek, the sound muffled by the fabric.
" Teenager moment?" Isaac asked, appearing leant against the door frame. " Having a temper tantrum, are we?" He had his signature smirk painted on his lips, making Aria want to smack it off instantly. " Just so you know, I've been trying this number all day and hearing the same ringing is getting a little old." Aria told him aggravated, pushing herself so she sat upright on the bed instead of lying face down.
She looked directly at the man, his smile not faltering in the slightest. She narrowed her eyes standing up, and stalking towards him. " Unless this isn't the right number." She growled, her voice low and raspy. Isaac looked behind him, returning his gaze to Aria and shrugging. " I gave you what you asked for. A number." He told her, adding more fire to her rage. He'd obviously heard her calling the number over and over again, getting annoyed when nobody answered - he'd probably had a good old laugh at her stupidity, and this wasn't okay.
Aria stepped towards him, her movement blurring at the sheer velocity. She reached out, grabbing his neck and pushing him backwards with her. His back finally met a wall, his head colliding with it, something a human would of dropped unconscious from, but Isaac merely groaned at the inconvenience. Aria eyes glowed in anger, her face contorting with the emotion. She wouldn't be made a fool of.
Isaac stared, his eyes naturally squinted, towards hers. Aria yelled, throwing him to the side. " Give me the real number." She demanded, now standing over his body. He looked up. " I don't have it." He admitted, sending a chill up Aria's spine and causing a drop in her stomach. Isaac had lied and Aria had no way of contacting Mary. She glared down at the man on the floor, grabbing the fabric of his black shirt and pulled him up. Promptly, she threw him down with force, watching him crumple to the floor and marched back to her room where she proceeded to slam the door. As Isaac had aptly put it; she was having a temper tantrum, but when you've been alone for near enough a century, and the only real friend you've had you can't get hold of, it was well called for.
Aria moved across her bedroom, opening the closet door in seconds, grabbed her dark leather jacket and pulled it on. She walked back to where Isaac lay on the floor, rolling from side to side, and stepped over him, not really caring whether she missed him with her heel or not - he'd recover, she told herself.
Her car was parked outside the house, and her keys were in her jacket pocket. She tugged them out, clicking the small circular button on the black casing that unlocked her car with a high pitched beep. Sliding into the low seat, she shut the door with a bang.
Driving had always calmed Aria, the smooth journey enabling her to compose herself - to unwind from any strong emotions she'd felt. Sometimes she wondered why she didn't switch them off completely, after all, it'd worked before. A lone tear fell down her cheek, followed by another. She'd built her hopes up on seeing Mary again, and to have them shattered hurt. She was reliving the crushing feeling of all those years ago when she thought she'd never see her family again - when they left her.
She continued to drive slowing when she saw a blonde young man walking alongside it. She could of felt bad about what she was planning on doing but she was too focused on hunger that she couldn't feel that way. She wiped her eyes and slid the window door, her slim finger pressing the button on the inside door handle. " Hey! Do you need a ride?" Aria asked, calling out to the man as she approached him.
" No, it's fine - really. I've only got about a mile left to walk." He replied, with a sincere smile. " Thank you for the offer."
" Don't be silly. Get in." She nodded towards the other side of the car, and the empty seat next to her. He paused for a moment, obviously thinking over the decision and the dangers of a stranger. But Aria's appearance won the man over. How could a sweet, young girl offering a lift, be any danger - he was very wrong.
He climbed in shutting the door, and sat awkwardly on the seat. " So, where are you going?" Aria asked, her tone happier than before, sounding false to her but when the man next to her didn't miss a beat, she guessed she'd done well. "Just Osthill High." He replied. " I've got to go to football training." He laughed, showing Ava the contents of his backpack. A pair of football boots, and other things Aria guessed kept him alive in the dangerous sport. Too bad he wouldn't need them anymore.
Aria had driven silently with the stranger towards the direction he pointed her in however, took a wrong turn 'accidentally'. She continued on the long stretch of road until the boy noticed. " Oh, hey - uh - you took a wrong turn." He noted after a few minutes. Aria could guess why football was his main interest - he wasn't very bright. " Oh damn. I'm so sorry." She cursed falsely, hitting the steering wheel with her hands. " I'm kind of new here, you see." She explained to him.
" It's fine. Just turn around." He told her politely. Aria nodded, spinning the wheel and shifting gear, stalling the car. A small smile passed her lips, and was gone in seconds. " I'm so sorry. I think something's wrong with my car." She bit her lip, turning to the male. " Could you just have a look with me?" She asked him, raising a brow.
" Sure." He replied, jumping out and moving around to the hood of the car. He pulled it open.
Aria came up behind him. " I'm not much good with car engines. Something I'll never understand." She said, sounding dumb like she imagined most high school girls would sound around a boy.
He shook his head, " Confession; I don't either", he'd replied with a laugh. " I'm sorry."
Aria smiled. " As am I." She told him, watching confusion spread over his face. The man opened his mouth to speak, but Aria already bared her teeth, gripping his hair and yanking his head back exposing his neck. She caught the stare of fear in his eyes before she dug deep into his flesh. His calls were loud at first, dying out as he did. Aria felt the life continue to slip from him and was ready to drop his limp body when the distant sound of a car sounded. She lifted her head, looking around as she held onto the frame of the jock who was once much taller than her but now flopped in her arms.
A large truck was making its way down the road. Aria made a snap decision and dropped the boy to the ground, hurrying back to her car before the truck could see her. She sped away, watching the lump of skin and bones at the side of the road disappear in her side mirror.
She pulled up to the curb, checking that her mouth was free of blood before swinging open her door and stepping out. Brushing herself off, she walked up to The Crossroads door, deciding on a drink after the long day. Tomorrow, she'd promised herself, she would come up with a better way to find Mary than asking Isaac Carter, but today she would drink away the blues.