Hamartia

Chapter Three: Le Morte

Song - JBJ - Fantasy

Recap: 

"You're the one who threw my target out of the cloakroom." She retorted, rubbing her head, as she felt an oncoming buzz, a signal of a migraine. That high pitched squeal in her ears. Mister Odd-Eyes, threw his head back laughing heartily, as he slid into the seat next to her, and she took note of the suit that he was now wearing, that seemed more appropriate for this club than what she was still wearing. But if her thoughts had still been on insecurity and not the issue that had sat beside her then she might have worried about what she was wearing.

"He was also my target, but now he's vanished into this crowd."

Chapter Three: Le Morte

"Your target? How was he your target?" 

"What do you mean? I just said.. he was my target." They looked at each other blankly, confused by what each other had just said. How could that one vampire have been both of their targets?

"My brother, whom is most likely somewhere still in that building, has been hunting that vampire for yonks. It's surprising you have not realised that, it was written on the billboard on the hunter's institution website for today. Did you not look?" Desdemona sighed in irritation, it was clear that this conversation was not going to reach a verdict at anytime between the time she was waiting on and the time that they would be at, two hours later. Fortunately, however, she was stumped by Odd-Eyes's unduly answer. 

"Actually, this vampire was related to my mission, a private one, which I have been signed on by the Elders, quite professionally. I have the warrant somewhere in my pocket. If you would let me pull it out, that is." She furrowed her eyebrows, but nodded hesitantly. How could their missions have coincided, so? Gunner pulled out a long thin envelope, made of textured sand paper, from which he deftly slid out the contents. A crisp white sheet of paper fell into the palm of Des's outstretched hand, a clear gold flecked seal marking the ruling order. Des did not need to flick it open to know that it was a warrant for the vampires arrest. But she held the stamped engraved wax seal to the light anyhow, searching for that familiar crystallized glint that told her what level of a mission this was and how real this warrant was. 

"Oh, then I suppose we should team up to catch this villain." She spoke determinedly, smiling brightly in her interior decorator gear and paint splattered garments.  It was now Gunner's turn to hesitate, and he backed up as he took back the warrant.

"What do you mean, team up?" 

"Look, we're already wasting time, when we could be out there looking for the vampire." She crossed her arms, looking at him in annoyance, her sea-green eyes flashing with boredom and some other unplaced emotion that could have been mischief. A girl ran past them as they argued, her midnight coloured hair whipping past them with the scent of coconut, and vanilla, like soap or some kind of air spray like Febreze Air Freshener. Gunner only caught her out of the corner of his eye, like some dream-like blur of a person that barely existed in the modern world. 

"What is your name anyway? If we are going to team up, which has an unlikelihood of eighty-five percent over fifteen percent in majority voting, from me - then I need to know what your name is. I can't very well go around calling you Paint-Stain." Gunner waved his hand, a generic gesture to Desdemona's outfit, which was completely impractical for their job. It had her standing out from the crowd, and many vampires looked actively tense, as they could recognize them as easily hunters, amongst the crowd just from their attire alone. 

"It's Desdemona Clark. Most people call me Des for-" 

"Are you sure it's not - Des short for Desperate?" Gunner interrupted with a blank face, which implied he's just toying with her out of tension and boredom. But Desdemona took it to heart holding her chest with a fake display of pain.