The Wanting of Trid Belle

 ***WARNING*** This story contains strong language, violence, adult themes (this is non-teen fiction. No sign of a high school, a jock, a nerd, a bestfriend romance blah, blah, blah in here)

Chapter One

In the state that I'm in, Burgundy should scared. She almost killed me. But I think we all know that almost doesn’t count. I'm still here, alive, but I'm about to make sure that she won't be. If I cut her out of the picture all together then I'm one threat down.  I can only assume somebody else is behind her attempt on my life because she has no reason to kill me unless under instruction. I mean, after all, who the hell is she anyway? I don't even know the bitch.

Besides killing her I'm hoping to extract some information, and walking into this cosily dark cafe-bar is my first step. I'm at Bleeding Veg; a vegetarian eatery east of Placidity. Syne Way to be precise. I have to admit, I love the irony of the name.

But I'm here for only one reason. I’ve been given a heads up on Burgundy, and I'm about to take that head.

But now I smelt it.

It, you say?

Yeah. It.

A scentmask.

It wafts through my nostrils like a blindsided assault hitting me hard as I check the smell against the catalogue of Supernaturals I already have categorized like a file cabinet in my brain.

Wait? 

A Supe? Burgundy's a Supe? 

Well, I'll be damned, huh?

She can’t be though. I mean, I would have known somehow, right? I would have at least felt that part of her when she came into my apartment that night. There’s no way that such a scent would have gotten passed me, especially when it smelled so...indescribably new.

And it's most definitely new. I don't recognise it. Admittedly, it's not like I can be sure it's coming from her or not. But it doesn't link itself to anybody else in here.

But she's here. Somewhere. I know she is. My source is not usually wrong. Like, ever.

I can’t say I know of—or can identify—every Supe out there, that’s just fucking silly. How do I describe it? It's a bit like the ocean; it's this endless enigma, and there's still species within this blue planet we still don’t know about. 

The world of Supes is by some small comparison, the same.  There's always one set of Supes who are so rare, they never visibly surface or make themselves known to anybody. In fact, they're so rare they hardly know their own numbers or each other. Even what to call themselves.

I take in a quick, purposeful sniff and turn my head in the direction it's strongest. This unidentified smell does nothing for my initial confidence. I just don’t fancy the idea of having to find a spontaneous strategy over a Supe who's completely alien to me because their abilities are unknown.

I gasp as I figure its origins.

See, I don’t know whether it's an unidentified Supe that this particular whiff belongs to, but now that I'm allowing myself to smell it properly, there's one thing I do know; the smell's more consistent with a scentmask; one that can mask true nature. True nature being what you really are. I mentally shake my head at the thought.

No way.

That's such a sophisticated spell to do. Who can do that for her? She definitely doesn't smell like a witch.