Huntin' for Truckers and Dealin' Deals (Insider View of Icabus Enneerg)
[told by Camille Inerovt]
-Wearing a black, spotless zip up hoodie with a crisp black and red pinstriped button up shirt with the collar popped up and major cleavage, she sits there in her corner booth, next to the Japanese Peace Lily as tall as her head, sipping hot, black coffee. She taunts me even though she doesn't visibly notice I'm staring her down, been hunting her for a few days.
THinking no one was watching, she takes a long gulp of coffee but spits it into the plant next to her. And smiles and accepts more coffee by the unnaturally enthusiastic waitress. I would have normally laughed but my spirit dampened by the still fresh ghost of a memory of Alex sitting across from me, talking about our latest catch and my abnormally good training session that day. Being locked in a damp, dank dungeon only accompanied by my pathetic thoughts of an eventual death and my pointless existence, happiness was a concept and no longer a reachable goal.
I searched for a replacement, this cold empty feeling in my gut could not be quenched by no amount of alcohol, coffee, sex or other physical exercise. So, what Alex and I would accomplish in one night together I now accomplished alone with my rage and guilt. And here I sat, my opponent taking no notice of me, I saw her eyeing an exceptionally large and lonely trucker pulling on a cigar, searching for something in his large overalls pocket. Slightly sick, I averted my eyes and took the last dregs of my own coffee into my stomach.
I opened the planner we used to write in and examined the data I had recieved two days prior of this impromptu meeting, and photographs of fluffy wool strewn everywhere, but no sheep bodies to be found.only their hooves and tags remained. With the werewolf population somewhere in Greece, they could be ruled out, I had weeded out all threats and this smelled like a cowardly vampire to me. Sheep, dogs, horses, pigs and chickens were being attacked in my podunk farming town and this blood-sucker was causing an uproar in my little town.
I closed the leather planner with a metallic click of its chrome clasp and thought of my plan of action.
After realizing it would be better to wing it, since Alex was gone someone had to inherit his damnable charm and who better? Taking out my Marlboro Reds from the inside pocket of my long black trench coat, cinched with a black ruffled belt I borrowed from Marion (who plainly INSISTED I wear it to accentuate my body-shape, why I took it I will never admit), I popped one between my teeth and walked calmly over to her booth.
I could feel her eyes on me, even if she was looking in the opposite direction with plain disappointment as her prey walked to his rig alone.
"Hey, you gotta light?" I asked her from the corner of my mouth while I sat down across from her.
Her pale face breaks into a calm, but maniacle grin as the tip of her finger ignited with flame. Without cringing with surprise I use it disregarding the jolt of flight that my gut told me.
A quick flash of this woman gnawing on a sheep flashes in my mind and shes looking straight into my eyes still smiling, her mouth widening so i can see each and everyone of her gleaming and razor sharp teeth. I swore I saw something white fuzzy but I decided not to notify her.
Puffing on my cigarette I speak in a low tone, and crouching low to the table I say,
"Now, get this straight fuck head...I've gotta restore some order here."
Before I could get another word out and the way the corner of her upperlip twitches before she laughed; I knew this was the true face of insanity and my stomach flipped and my heart raced faster pumping blood to my brain.
I must've looked panicked because suddenly leaned forward towards me, underneath the table I'm carefully fingering the butterfly knife in the cuff of my sleeve. Her breath is cold but the gentle breeze of it slowly entrances me and before I realize she's lunging for my throat.
Quicker than I've ever been her hands are on my side of the table her face less than an inch from mine, my knife against her jugular where the blood just doesn't flow anymore.
"Make you a deal; you don't agree I put you in your fucking grave." I breathe out through my clenched teeth.
Quickly as it happened she slunk back against her booth seat and said while examining fire-engine red, immaculate nails,
"Been there, done that cheese brain."
I smirk in an unfriendly way and twirl my knive around my fingers, the cool metal clanging against itself. Her green grey eyes follow it as if she knows it will take form and kill her on the spot.
Her eyes trained on its silvery glare she says while stubbing out her cigarette and sighing, "What is your deal, you hairless gorilla on steriods?"
*
After our deal is done, I surrender my full pack of cigarettes AND my knife and she smiles happily as she turns to me and says,
"I'm a cowardly by nature, but you know that." She flips my knife around her fingers and twirls it into the air in front of her where it does a helicopter move into her pocket.
"How am I going to be able to contact you?" I ask shoving my hands into my pockets. I know I don't need to protect myself, we had a deal.
"I'll know when you need me." she said smirking. I saw in my head a scene of myself in the shower and the next she was standing next to me with a cigarette asking me what I needed.
"Icabus, if you appear while I'm naked, having sex, showering, shitting I swear I'll..." I threatened, but she was already gone, the smell of smoke left in her wake.
((next is camille's dream about Alex's death, yeah SO out of order but bear with me people I keep discovering things that I need to update on!))