Sighted

Chapter 26: Finally

Gin

     Looking over several outfits laid out on my bed, I can't decide what to go with. I'd ordered new clothes online a few weeks back, with Dylan and Bowden, and they had come in the mail not too long after. With everything going on lately, I hadn't even tried them on until this past hour.

      Bowden did extremely well judging my size and almost everything fit. There were some new jeans, in a tighter fit than I would normally choose, and were what the two males called 'distressed'. They looked about one round-house kick away from splitting down the seam, but they were pretty cute. There were also several tops, in shades I wouldn't have picked out if Dylan hadn't convinced me to add some color to my wardrobe.

      There were a couple of dresses, but only one that went with the leather flats I'd worn when I was disguised as an intern, the only other shoes I own aside from combat boots and trainers. The dress is a rich blue cotton, with a small print pattern of pink flowers.

      It was more comfortable than I thought it would be, but it didn't fit me the same as the model on the website. The skirt hung lower, ending past my knees while the bodice was a little looser. It had short little sleeves that hugged my shoulders and a high, neckline. A thin, braided leather belt held it snugged in at my waist.

      Deciding on the dress, I quickly put the others away, grabbing some clean under garments and heading to take a shower. I let the warm water try to relieve some of my stress before going out with Alex later. Unfortunately, the stress of going out with Alex later keeps affecting me, creating a cycle.

      Today was a day off for Alex and we spent the early part of the afternoon training at the warehouse. Well, Owen and Alex trained. It took little convincing for Bowden to spar several rounds with me. Not even wearing myself out with the demon could ease my frustration at how the past two nights went.

      All our targets disappeared. Everyone that Owen was tracking are off the grid and I've been patrolling and finding nothing. If I was thinking rationally about things, I should have been expecting it when I took out nine of those murderers since... that night. However, DemGen should have been expecting me, knowing I'd find out about them attacking humans.

      Rage has been boiling beneath the surface in me. I keep seeing the fear, pain and confusion within that human's eyes. She was alive when I found her, but I couldn't keep her safe. My plan of trying to capture one of the demons and question them about DemGen is gone. Instead, I'll just exorcise them all.

      Owen had Mom call me several days ago. I think he was hoping that she'd calm me down, but she's also suffered loss throughout her lifetime's work as well. At best, she managed to put a lid on my worst urges.

       After I managed to crack one of the load-bearing columns of the warehouse by flipping a two hundred plus demon into it, Alex called a halt to my rampage. He sent us home, while he went to his own house to shower and change, saying he'll pick me up for dinner. He called it a 'mental health' break. I'm a little worried about what that means, but it sounds like I'll finally have my first date with Alex.

      Neither Owen nor I own a blow dryer, so I have to let my hair air dry and hope it's not still damp when Alex arrives. Slipping the dress on feels odd, but exciting. In the privacy of my room I'm not ashamed to twirl a few times. I spend plenty of time in front my mirror, running my hands over my skirt and trying to pose, seeing myself in different angles. So, I'm a girl after all.

      A low wolf-whistle greets me when I walk into the living room. Dylan, of course, who also gives a thumbs up from his position reading on the floor, leaning against the couch.