The Sorrows of Midnight

Chapter Eight

Chapter EIGHT

I climbed out of my bug, my feet sinking down in the snow which hadn't stopped falling for the last six hours. I glanced over at Scott as he too climbed out, but he wasn't as worried about the snow as I was. He was on babysit Eliza duty though so he wouldn't be worried about the approaching blizzard.

I'm a grown ass woman, I didn't need a baby sitter. I could kick Tristan in the ass for making Scott come with me to 'keep an eye on things' while I was meeting with Jon. Fucking ridiculous that I had a baby sitter, of all things. This was just going to put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

"Come on," I muttered at Scott, walking across the road and up to the occult store. I grinned at Leonie, a short and crazy haired old woman, who was part leprechaun. She was funny, and make the store come alive with her charm. But like most things in our world, the store was just a front to hid our main non-human office.

"Go on through, 'Liza," she said, her accent thicker than normal as she smiled at me. I waved, walking though the purple bead curtains at the back of the store with Scott trailing close behind me. Through the curtains, there was a long but small hallway with three doors. Two of the doors just lead to Leonie's magic rooms I stayed away from. They reeked of a cold and metallic kind of magic, one that made sharp diving pain shooting through my head.

I went through last door on the right, walking up the flight of stairs. The door at the top was glass with the name Black Bounty Receptions in small black letters. The bell jingled as I pushed through, ignoring Prudence who went three shades paler than the makeup she had caked on her face. I wasn't in the best mood, and most of my coworkers knew to just leave me be until I calmed down. I wasn't mean to them, they were just scared of me because most of the time when I was in this kind of mood, I went on a hunting spree and cleared some of the files off my desk by bringing back the heads. And if Prudence pushed me, I would put a hit on her head and some else could take care of my slowly growing problem.

"Where's Jon?" I snapped at her, her face going sickly white as I stared blankly at her.

"M-meeting room, beside his office," she stuttered out, pointing toward Jon's office. I turned and walked away, knowing that I had to get away from her. I wasn't good with pleasantries, and I wasn't planning on doing any thing about that.

I walked in to the main open office area, which like most offices had the cubicles, and the glass office doors going down the walls. Unlike most offices, ours was completely hectic; there were people running and pixies flying every where. Papers floating through the air, landing in neat piles on the right desk, other papers getting knocked off and coffee getting spilt on said papers. And in between all of the chaos, there was the pale and red faced humans who were watching all of this with scared yet awe looks of their faces as their usher took them to where they were supposed to be.

"Wow," Scott whispered, staring at the mess of people, files, papers and desks with a wondering look on his face. With the way it looked, you wouldn't ever think we got anything done; much less that we were one of the top businesses for the others. I grinned, and started through the mess; skillfully advoiding the people walking around with their head in files, and pixies flying about in bright colors, carrying papers.

"Eliza," someone said, cutting through the constant noise of the place. Nick walked up to me, his hair bright green today. "This is Mr. Ro-"

"I came here because my daughter was taken by a blood sucking parasite! And who do you do, bring me to another one of them!" The big, balding man beside Nick raged, glaring at me with small hateful eyes that only humans could give.

"Oh, no sir. Ms. Blackwood isn't a vampire," Nick said, his politeness cutting through the mean hurtled words of the man beside him. But that didn't stop the cold anger that bled it's way through me. I was tired of all this hate, I had had enough of it last night with Paul. I wasn't about to put up with it here, in my place where we risked our lives to save their worthless ones.