Fury

The Great Fall

I was in New Jersey, nervously pacing outside of the little bookstore that Mark had told me to meet him at. We had decided to keep in touch, texting back and forth for a week until finally Mark had convinced his friend to meet me. I had barely slept the night before, cuddled in bed with Wang, listening to his easy breathing and looking at his angelic face, wondering why he was still alive, wondering why I hadn't been able to kill him. He had been stressed from working lately, apparently hunting me down was taking a toll on him, so much of a toll that we hadn't had sex since that night. My body was conflicted both wanting it to happen again and not wanting to go down that road again. He seemed to be tired not just physically but mentally and for him that sort of fatigue was worse.

It amazed me that I picked up on that little detail about him but what was more amazing was that I sort of....cared? I wasn't sure if that was the right word, but lately I hadn't been feeling like myself at all. Finally, I spotted Mark walking up to me, he looked glorious as ever, his chic model physique catching the eye of several women walking past but his posture and face remained neutral. Our kind was used to the kind of attention we got based of our physical features. But if only they knew what we really looked like.

"You ready?" He asked once he reached me, completely skipping any greeting.

"As ready as I'll ever be" I replied, and he nodded steering me to cross the street.

We walked silently a few blocks until we pulled up to a house somewhat isolated from the others. It was painted dark grey, was small and looked like any old regular house. There wasn't anything special about it at all, a wise choice for someone of my kind. We don't like to draw too much unnecessary attention to ourselves. Mark knocked 4 times before the door creaked open and the head of a beautiful older looking woman popped out, her mouth set a grim line as she looked between Mark and me. Without a word she gestured for us to come in.

"My name is Chielle (pronounced Shy-elle), you must be Feorie" She said in English turning her cold gaze on me and I nodded.

"Thank you for seeing me" I said politely, but she didn't say anything, just regarded with me with a cold stare.

"Have a seat in the living room, I have tea brewing on the stove. I'll be there shortly" She stated and disappeared.

Mark and I found our way to the living room and sat on her plush sofa. The place was decorated with a modern French theme, it was neat and clean, everything was meticulously placed and didn't appear that even a drop of dust could be found. Mark patted my hand in a friendly gesture because apparently, I was shaking.

Chielle appeared with three tea cups and a pot of hot tea that she poured out for us before leaving and returning with sugar. She was about 5'2 but had the air of someone much taller and much scarier. Her physical appearance looked about 45-47 meaning  she must be thousands of years old in the age of my kind. Our kind did eventually age but it took years beyond their understanding to do so. Although she was older she was still drop dead radiantly beautiful.

"Mark told me about your problem, but he didn't go into detail. Walk me through everything, from the moment you met him to that night when you failed in your duty" She said the last words harshly making me cringe inwardly. It was like being verbally slapped across the face.

I began to tell her the details of seeing Jackson the first time in the diner and how I had to leave because my inner form was practically bursting out, to discovering that he was the chief of police, to the draining feeling I felt dealing with him in previous encounters to finally the night where I couldn't collect him. It took me about an hour to explain everything but she listened silently with great interest and Mark sat there stunned. He hadnt known the full extent of my failure up until now.