Dead in Dallas

Promises

"Promises are the uniquely human way of ordering the future,
making it predictable and reliable to the extent that this is humanly possible."

-Hannah Arendt

An unfathomable sound lures me out of my dark and hazy slumber and my lethargic mind is slow to determine what I'm hearing till I came to realize that the soft and alluring notes were spoken words.

...family. Until then don't lose hope, I'll visit you. The voice tells me which at first I confused as my own till I realized that the message itself wasn't derived from my own thoughts. Then I heard other voices, muffled and distant compared to the melodic one that spoke in my head before. It took me a moment to realize that I'm hearing Godric's voice but my lazy mind couldn't be bothered to understand what he was saying or to whom he was talking to. At this moment, I am just a floating consciousness hearing and discerning, but not anchored to anything physical and therefore I didn't care about what was going on around me or if Godric was talking to me.

A disturbance in my equilibrium prompted me that I was floating but my momentary paralysis kept me from realizing that I was actually being carried somewhere. Once again, sleep was enticing me and I was all too willing to succumb into its arms till I felt something cool being pressed against my lips and something else trickling down my throat. Regaining the feeling of my physicality came to me as quickly as-- what I now understood as blood-- spread to my entirety and I was suddenly grounded and aware of my own flesh. I opened my eyes just as my maker commanded me to stop feeding by just saying 'enough', and seeing Godric's face comforted me even though I have forgotten why it did and what had gone on before the darkness.

"Now that you're awake dear sister, would you like to enlighten me about what just went on with your magic fingers?" Someone asked from my peripheral and I turned my head expecting to see Jason considering I was acknowledged as 'sister' but saw Eric instead.

Right...that kind of sister, I thought before his words dawned on me and I slowly pieced together what had happened beforehand. Godric helped me sit up and I looked around only to find that our setting has changed to what looks like a storage type office.

"What was that creature?" I asked looking at Godric and Eric, taking note of Eric's intense determined look towards me.

"We're not sure but I know someone who's old enough that might know," Eric replied and his comment immediately had me thinking of someone who I also thought might have an idea because of his age-Jax. The only thing is I don't know his number and I didn't wanna be asking Godric for it just in case my asking might just open a can of worms that I wouldn't be able to explain or too lazy to explain; like why would I want to contact him.

Maybe I could look him up or Facebook him? I sighed thinking Facebook might be a stretch, I guess I'll just have to be patient and wait for Eric's contact.

"Did you guys try Googling the creature?" I suggested just in case they haven't thought of looking her up online yet.

"Yes and we found nothing," Eric replied. Not only did that stump my plans but I thought it's actually cool that someone as old as Eric proficiently uses technology and seems to rely on it to some degree.

"Whatever she was, she had an unusual...anatomy," Eric went on which caught my attention and I noticed that Godric didn't seem at all surprised.

"How do you know?" I asked assuming they weren't just talking about her face.

"When Longshadow had to clean up the mess you've made out of her body, we noticed that her blood wasn't spilled and she didn't have the same brain matter as humans do. So naturally we decided to chop her up and we noticed that she didn't have innards of any kind, or bones for that matter. The only thing that was holding her form together was a red jelly-like goo." Eric explained and I figured that Longshadow must be the bartender.