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Scarlett fought back the tears that burned at her dark, red eyes. She was pained; to say the least—by the last person she thought could do her wrong. She made her way through the streets, her mind paralyzed by the news she had received the day before, and to think, that she would have remained oblivious to it all if she had stayed in Asia, in the comfort of the Empire; in the company of her kin; Amongst friends.
Resentment gnaw at her, she felt as dishonored as any other mother who had been left out of making an important decision regarding her child, She still couldn’t comprehend it to a full extent; but she knew someone who did, the person who strangely enough; always had the answers.
She made it to the quiet, run down street in a nicer part of the Bronx, hoping to catch the man at home. She made it to the door, but hesitated, she knew it would be an awkward encounter; she straightened her fiery red hair and brushed of her dress. She started to knock, but the door was flung open, “Come in! I’ve been waiting!” A voice yelled out from inside. Within a moment’s notice Scarlett was inside, getting used to the warmer climate of the household and to the opaque lighting.
“Well? Take a seat,” The man said from his seat, his back turned to her as she entered the living room.
She quickly took a seat across from him, and crossed her legs.
Vincent smiled as he set his book down, “What brings you to this neck of the woods?” he adjusted his glasses.
“You know damn well what” Scarlett sneered. “I would appreciate some information” she crossed her arms haughtily.
“What a way to say hello, but out of curiosity; what have you been told?” Vince leaned forward in his chair.
“The geezers,” Scarlett so warmly referred to the elders, “told me he had murdered Vektorr, but he had been given a pardon and had not received Capital Punishment, he was sent here, with you, stripped of his dragon powers but not his wizardly linage” she paused, “how much of that is true?”
“All of it” He smiled.
“Is he here?” she asked suddenly.
“In the city, yes, but not here, he moved out, said he would rather live in a cardboard box than here with me”
“That does sound like him” she answered thoughtfully. “But, he must have told you something”
“Nope” He lied with a smile. “You can go and ask him though, he should be at home,” he offered at her disappointment.
“What are we waiting for?” she stood, “let’s get a move on, it’s impossible to catch a scent in this crowded city”
“Might as well rely on my memory” Vince followed; making sure that he was behind her.
“So things have been good then?” Vince said suddenly. They had decided to walk; it was the most sensible thing to do. Unfortunately the walk was forty-five minutes long and he didn’t want it to be forty-five minutes of awkward silence.
Scarlett caught the hint, “Not at all, the Knights have taken position of some territory and claim that it was within their jurisdiction” she paused, “according to a treaty signed in 1265, that states it so” she sighed, “we had to give in, we didn’t have the militia to take them on”
“Oh, that was all in Asia?” Vince asked sensibly.
“Yes, about two weeks ago, they were evacuating the area,” she remembered it coldly, “but those who were living there were offered refuge in a Fey land, someplace called Fixed Nightmares or something of the sort” she shrugged it off.
“Huh, that’s curious”
“Am I to believe you don’t know anything of said place?”
“You are to believe whatever you want, I genuinely don’t have the slightest idea of what you’re talking about” Vince said grinning.
“You better” she knew by his smile that he spoke the truth.
“And how were thing in England?”
“Homer told me they were perfectly fine”
“And Remi?”
“He’s healing pretty quickly, his wound had been,” she shuddered, “monstrous.”
“So I can expect a visit from him soon?”
“You can expect whatever you want, if he shows his face around here it would be to pledge loyalty to Seth”
“Now,” he stopped in his tracks, “I thought you said you didn’t know anything”
“So did you” she smiled coyly.
“What do you really know then?” Vincent asked as they turned a corner.
“I know that he has a plan, he wouldn’t be Seth if he didn’t” She stretched, “I know that’s why he’s keeping up pretenses, and that’s why Remi is waiting for his cue so peacefully”
Vince considered it for a moment, “it appears that you might be right, but do you know why?”
“No” she confessed simply.
He smiled victoriously, “well, you are about to find out” they stood in front of Seth’s current home.
It had been a typical day in Shiza’s life. As typical as it got anyway; now with Derek living across the hall, and Seth’s constant stupidities, it seemed that the only one sane left was Seraph, the four-year-old, or was it sixty-something-year-old?
She had just finished closing the door and was about to sit down when she heard a brutal crash. She saw a strange woman walk in, and her deepest fears were realized as she saw the violent expression on her face; but then she saw Vince step over the knocked down door, take off his hat, and smile; she almost fainted.
“Hello Shiza, we’ve come to see Seth” he took a seat in the living room, the stranger following.
“Never figured him to have a thing for witches” the woman shrugged and flung herself down on the couch.
“Seth’s in his room” Shiza found her voice, “I’ll go get him,” she laughed uneasily as she did so.
“What’s with all the ruckus?” Came Seraph’s faint voice, he walked out of Shiza’s room, groggily, teddy bear in hand.
“It’s so cute!” The strange woman shrieked at the sight of Seraph; “Where ever did you get it?” she stood from her seat.
“uhh, him, Seth took him in, basically he found him in the park” Vince explained; “his name is Seraph”
Seraph moved towards Scarlett, and extended his infant arms, she quickly picked him up. “He smells of fire and brimstone” Scarlett said enchanted.
“You really shouldn’t spoil him like that, he’s babied to often” Seth said leaning on a wall.
Scarlett sniffed Seraph’s head once more “I used to spoil you twice as much” She smiled and set the child on the floor.
Shiza was as confused as usual but shrugged it off; the woman was young and was in perfect shape.
“Nice to know that mom” he made his way to her side and nuzzled against her neck “I’ve missed you”
“Seth it’s only been a hundred years! Don’t get so sentimental, not even Remi got like this when I saw him, and he’s the youngest!”
Seth shot up instantly, “You saw him? How is he?”
“He’s healed, and will join you soon enough”
“So,” his attitude had suddenly become cold, “you’re here to ask why then, nothing more to this visit”
“Afraid so kid” Scarlett ruffled his hair.
“Why didn’t Vince tell you? He knows it all”
“Thought you might like to see your mother, is that so bad?” Vince replied quickly, knowing that if he had given Scarlett any information, she would have never come to see him.
Scarlett was filled with rage when she realized she had been lied to, but it left her quickly, knowing that Vince did the things he did for a reason. “I’m waiting” she crossed her arms and tapped her foot. Ah, the wonders of mothers.
“He got on my nerves” Seth offered simply, “I thought it was a rational decision, he was offering confidential Intel to the enemy” he played with a pencil in his hands. “Don’t look so shocked, it’s was obvious, Remi was the one who figured it out though,” he said exasperated.
“But why?” She finally brought herself to ask.
“From what we gather,” he leaned towards her, “and that isn’t much—is that after a few thousand years he got bored with the normality of his life” Seth smiled, “or because he was offered a position of power after the war; on the other side, take your pick! Whichever you like more.”
“I don’t believe you! You lie! You slander his good name in order to defend your Dementia!”
“Believe what you want Scarlett,” Seth rose from his seat, “it’s not going to change s**t” he glanced coldly at her.
“I don’t need this!” she cradled her head in her hands, “I seriously don’t”
“Then go back to Asia! Go back to your life in ignorance,” he flung himself back down, “you would like that! leave for another hundred years or more and don’t come back to see me ‘til my limbs are failing and my mind becomes weak.” He sulked and looked the other way.
“Oh! Sweetheart!” she sat beside him, all tenderness; “I don’t want to do that! I didn’t mean to make you so upset! I’ll believe you, if that’s what you want.”
Shiza was in awe at the constant change of emotions and manipulation maneuvers often pulled by Seth. She was the only one to notice the quirkiness of the conversation, she no longer saw it as something serious, but more like a well-acted play. She remained quiet like she always did; taking in even the smallest details mention; Seraph seemed to have taken interest in the conversation and had sat beside Shiza’s feet, Spot around his neck.
“Good! Then you won’t deny me your help” Seth said as soon as she finished, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Oh God” Vince felt his stomach turned and tightened. This was not good, with Seth, proposals like those, were never good.
“Of course not!” Scarlett offered quickly. “What’s the plan?” she asked brushing off some hair from his face.
“Give me three days,” he stood, “I’ll explain then” he smiled, gave a slight head bow and locked himself in his room.
Everyone suddenly felt the awkward silence, and none were soon to change it. “Well, if anyone wants anything,” Shiza ran her fingers through her pink hair and sighed, “just ask”
“Cup of coffee?” Vince asked with a smile.
“Nothing, thank you” Scarlett answered coolly.
“I’ll get right on it!” Shiza said running into the kitchen.
“That was productive” Vince addressed Scarlett; he had stayed quiet only to behold the consequences of his actions. He felt good.
“Shut up” She crossed her arms and turned away from him. “I can’t bring him back home by the rules, I might as well play his games”
“You think that would be wise?” Vince asked, left eyebrow raised.
“No, but it will prove to be interesting” She grinned.
“Nothing will ever kill you adventurous side,” he smiled back, “not me, not Seth—
“Are you implying something Vincent?”
“Me? Never!”
“Don’t laugh! I left you because I had too, not because I couldn’t stay with you!” she was undignified.
“Hush! You’ll disturb Seth”
She lowered her voice; “Will you never forgive me?” she made eye contact, and crawled over to his chair, kneeling in front of him, “for choosing him over us?”
“No.” He tilted his head and smiled.
“Cream or sugar Vince?” came Shiza’s voice from the kitchen.
“Both” Scarlett answered for him.
Once again all was awkward.
Scarlett fought back the tears that burned at her dark, red eyes. She was pained; to say the least—by the last person she thought could do her wrong. She made her way through the streets, her mind paralyzed by the news she had received the day before, and to think, that she would have remained oblivious to it all if she had stayed in Asia, in the comfort of the Empire; in the company of her kin; Amongst friends.
Resentment gnaw at her, she felt as dishonored as any other mother who had been left out of making an important decision regarding her child, She still couldn’t comprehend it to a full extent; but she knew someone who did, the person who strangely enough; always had the answers.
She made it to the quiet, run down street in a nicer part of the Bronx, hoping to catch the man at home. She made it to the door, but hesitated, she knew it would be an awkward encounter; she straightened her fiery red hair and brushed of her dress. She started to knock, but the door was flung open, “Come in! I’ve been waiting!” A voice yelled out from inside. Within a moment’s notice Scarlett was inside, getting used to the warmer climate of the household and to the opaque lighting.
“Well? Take a seat,” The man said from his seat, his back turned to her as she entered the living room.
She quickly took a seat across from him, and crossed her legs.
Vincent smiled as he set his book down, “What brings you to this neck of the woods?” he adjusted his glasses.
“You know damn well what” Scarlett sneered. “I would appreciate some information” she crossed her arms haughtily.
“What a way to say hello, but out of curiosity; what have you been told?” Vince leaned forward in his chair.
“The geezers,” Scarlett so warmly referred to the elders, “told me he had murdered Vektorr, but he had been given a pardon and had not received Capital Punishment, he was sent here, with you, stripped of his dragon powers but not his wizardly linage” she paused, “how much of that is true?”
“All of it” He smiled.
“Is he here?” she asked suddenly.
“In the city, yes, but not here, he moved out, said he would rather live in a cardboard box than here with me”
“That does sound like him” she answered thoughtfully. “But, he must have told you something”
“Nope” He lied with a smile. “You can go and ask him though, he should be at home,” he offered at her disappointment.
“What are we waiting for?” she stood, “let’s get a move on, it’s impossible to catch a scent in this crowded city”
“Might as well rely on my memory” Vince followed; making sure that he was behind her.
“So things have been good then?” Vince said suddenly. They had decided to walk; it was the most sensible thing to do. Unfortunately the walk was forty-five minutes long and he didn’t want it to be forty-five minutes of awkward silence.
Scarlett caught the hint, “Not at all, the Knights have taken position of some territory and claim that it was within their jurisdiction” she paused, “according to a treaty signed in 1265, that states it so” she sighed, “we had to give in, we didn’t have the militia to take them on”
“Oh, that was all in Asia?” Vince asked sensibly.
“Yes, about two weeks ago, they were evacuating the area,” she remembered it coldly, “but those who were living there were offered refuge in a Fey land, someplace called Fixed Nightmares or something of the sort” she shrugged it off.
“Huh, that’s curious”
“Am I to believe you don’t know anything of said place?”
“You are to believe whatever you want, I genuinely don’t have the slightest idea of what you’re talking about” Vince said grinning.
“You better” she knew by his smile that he spoke the truth.
“And how were thing in England?”
“Homer told me they were perfectly fine”
“And Remi?”
“He’s healing pretty quickly, his wound had been,” she shuddered, “monstrous.”
“So I can expect a visit from him soon?”
“You can expect whatever you want, if he shows his face around here it would be to pledge loyalty to Seth”
“Now,” he stopped in his tracks, “I thought you said you didn’t know anything”
“So did you” she smiled coyly.
“What do you really know then?” Vincent asked as they turned a corner.
“I know that he has a plan, he wouldn’t be Seth if he didn’t” She stretched, “I know that’s why he’s keeping up pretenses, and that’s why Remi is waiting for his cue so peacefully”
Vince considered it for a moment, “it appears that you might be right, but do you know why?”
“No” she confessed simply.
He smiled victoriously, “well, you are about to find out” they stood in front of Seth’s current home.
It had been a typical day in Shiza’s life. As typical as it got anyway; now with Derek living across the hall, and Seth’s constant stupidities, it seemed that the only one sane left was Seraph, the four-year-old, or was it sixty-something-year-old?
She had just finished closing the door and was about to sit down when she heard a brutal crash. She saw a strange woman walk in, and her deepest fears were realized as she saw the violent expression on her face; but then she saw Vince step over the knocked down door, take off his hat, and smile; she almost fainted.
“Hello Shiza, we’ve come to see Seth” he took a seat in the living room, the stranger following.
“Never figured him to have a thing for witches” the woman shrugged and flung herself down on the couch.
“Seth’s in his room” Shiza found her voice, “I’ll go get him,” she laughed uneasily as she did so.
“What’s with all the ruckus?” Came Seraph’s faint voice, he walked out of Shiza’s room, groggily, teddy bear in hand.
“It’s so cute!” The strange woman shrieked at the sight of Seraph; “Where ever did you get it?” she stood from her seat.
“uhh, him, Seth took him in, basically he found him in the park” Vince explained; “his name is Seraph”
Seraph moved towards Scarlett, and extended his infant arms, she quickly picked him up. “He smells of fire and brimstone” Scarlett said enchanted.
“You really shouldn’t spoil him like that, he’s babied to often” Seth said leaning on a wall.
Scarlett sniffed Seraph’s head once more “I used to spoil you twice as much” She smiled and set the child on the floor.
Shiza was as confused as usual but shrugged it off; the woman was young and was in perfect shape.
“Nice to know that mom” he made his way to her side and nuzzled against her neck “I’ve missed you”
“Seth it’s only been a hundred years! Don’t get so sentimental, not even Remi got like this when I saw him, and he’s the youngest!”
Seth shot up instantly, “You saw him? How is he?”
“He’s healed, and will join you soon enough”
“So,” his attitude had suddenly become cold, “you’re here to ask why then, nothing more to this visit”
“Afraid so kid” Scarlett ruffled his hair.
“Why didn’t Vince tell you? He knows it all”
“Thought you might like to see your mother, is that so bad?” Vince replied quickly, knowing that if he had given Scarlett any information, she would have never come to see him.
Scarlett was filled with rage when she realized she had been lied to, but it left her quickly, knowing that Vince did the things he did for a reason. “I’m waiting” she crossed her arms and tapped her foot. Ah, the wonders of mothers.
“He got on my nerves” Seth offered simply, “I thought it was a rational decision, he was offering confidential Intel to the enemy” he played with a pencil in his hands. “Don’t look so shocked, it’s was obvious, Remi was the one who figured it out though,” he said exasperated.
“But why?” She finally brought herself to ask.
“From what we gather,” he leaned towards her, “and that isn’t much—is that after a few thousand years he got bored with the normality of his life” Seth smiled, “or because he was offered a position of power after the war; on the other side, take your pick! Whichever you like more.”
“I don’t believe you! You lie! You slander his good name in order to defend your Dementia!”
“Believe what you want Scarlett,” Seth rose from his seat, “it’s not going to change s**t” he glanced coldly at her.
“I don’t need this!” she cradled her head in her hands, “I seriously don’t”
“Then go back to Asia! Go back to your life in ignorance,” he flung himself back down, “you would like that! leave for another hundred years or more and don’t come back to see me ‘til my limbs are failing and my mind becomes weak.” He sulked and looked the other way.
“Oh! Sweetheart!” she sat beside him, all tenderness; “I don’t want to do that! I didn’t mean to make you so upset! I’ll believe you, if that’s what you want.”
Shiza was in awe at the constant change of emotions and manipulation maneuvers often pulled by Seth. She was the only one to notice the quirkiness of the conversation, she no longer saw it as something serious, but more like a well-acted play. She remained quiet like she always did; taking in even the smallest details mention; Seraph seemed to have taken interest in the conversation and had sat beside Shiza’s feet, Spot around his neck.
“Good! Then you won’t deny me your help” Seth said as soon as she finished, a small smile playing on his lips.
“Oh God” Vince felt his stomach turned and tightened. This was not good, with Seth, proposals like those, were never good.
“Of course not!” Scarlett offered quickly. “What’s the plan?” she asked brushing off some hair from his face.
“Give me three days,” he stood, “I’ll explain then” he smiled, gave a slight head bow and locked himself in his room.
Everyone suddenly felt the awkward silence, and none were soon to change it. “Well, if anyone wants anything,” Shiza ran her fingers through her pink hair and sighed, “just ask”
“Cup of coffee?” Vince asked with a smile.
“Nothing, thank you” Scarlett answered coolly.
“I’ll get right on it!” Shiza said running into the kitchen.
“That was productive” Vince addressed Scarlett; he had stayed quiet only to behold the consequences of his actions. He felt good.
“Shut up” She crossed her arms and turned away from him. “I can’t bring him back home by the rules, I might as well play his games”
“You think that would be wise?” Vince asked, left eyebrow raised.
“No, but it will prove to be interesting” She grinned.
“Nothing will ever kill you adventurous side,” he smiled back, “not me, not Seth—
“Are you implying something Vincent?”
“Me? Never!”
“Don’t laugh! I left you because I had too, not because I couldn’t stay with you!” she was undignified.
“Hush! You’ll disturb Seth”
She lowered her voice; “Will you never forgive me?” she made eye contact, and crawled over to his chair, kneeling in front of him, “for choosing him over us?”
“No.” He tilted his head and smiled.
“Cream or sugar Vince?” came Shiza’s voice from the kitchen.
“Both” Scarlett answered for him.
Once again all was awkward.
