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Simon Tanner
"Are you sure she's one of ours?" The voice broke through his concentration, dark brows furrowing into a pensive scowl but his bright blue gaze never drifted away from the fleeing redhead. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been questioned about his certainty of one of the fledglings, and Simon was positive it would not be the last. If he had learned anything in his past few centuries it was that even their kind fell prey to the same inquisitive habits of the humans. With all the time they had existed, he would have thought they learned a thing or two.
"I'm as sure as I was when I found you three hundred years ago, and that was before we had technology on our side." Simon replied patiently, finally turning his eyes away from the woman to address his companion. "Lucas switched her himself. He should be sitting here, but…." He didn't need to go into details about their fallen comrade, nor did he wish to. The loss was still fresh and their clan had yet to truly process it. Lucas had been the leader over the past four hundred years. His decision along with his mate's to bring an end to their millennia of existence had been met with a great deal of resistance, but in the end, the decision was ultimately up to them. A thousand years was ten human lifespans, millions of changes in the world around them. They all knew Lucas had grown weary over the past few decades, frustrated by the progress of the humans against their kind. All any of them had wanted was to be allowed to live in peace, but that dream was as far from reality today as it had been since the discovery of their kind.
Leaving the conversation hanging in the air, Simon leaned forward in his seat, a hand absently tapping against the arm of the man sitting beside him. "Looks like we've got a bite." The encounter wasn't unusual. Simon had witnessed plenty of meetings in the past, had seen firsthand the expressions of confused recognition that flitted over the faces of the fledglings. It never ceased to amaze him how two souls could recognize each other after crossing paths with thousands of others in a lifetime. At times the fledglings ran from it, fearing that storm of emotions that came along with finding their mate. Those occurrences were rare, the valiant, but pointless effort resulting in failure as they were drawn back together over and over again until the two finally accepted their fate. From the looks of things, Simon didn't believe that would be the case with the two they were currently watching, but what troubled him was how little he knew about the male. Their network kept tabs on every fledgling from birth to their awakening, but the male was an unknown to Simon who had been, up until their leader's death, the tracker for their zone. There were two possible reasons; the first was that the male was not from Louisiana. The second, well that wasn't one he wanted to think on yet.
"Should we go after them?" The eager man beside him was already downing what was left of his beer, his body rising halfway from its seated position before Simon placed a firm hand on his shoulder to stop him. Eddie was enthusiastic about his position, and a quick learner, but Simon wished the man would be a bit more patient. He understood the reason for his zeal and didn't fault him at all for it, yet he still had much to learn about dealing with the fledglings.
"Relax, Eddie. They're leaving together. Let nature run its course. We'll keep an eye on them for the next couple days, but I don't think we'll have any problems." Simon remained relaxed in his seat, his eyes traveling away from the exiting couple to his companion. "There are no trackers in the area. No reason to overwhelm them right away. They're going to have enough to deal with when the change starts. We only intervene when they run. Those two aren't running; not from each other at least." Simon had been a runner, he would admit to anyone who asked. The feeling of finding a connection with a single person after years of feeling disconnected to the world was terrifying when first experienced. The second he'd laid eyes on his own mate, he had felt like throwing up. Rather than embarrass himself in front of her, he'd taken off like a bat out of hell, silently cursing himself for his weakness. In the end, it worked out, and he had a story that he could share with the more skittish fledglings he encountered.
"If you're sure." Reluctantly, Eddie dropped back down into his chair, frowning down at his now empty glass. "If I'd had known that I wouldn't have chugged my beer." The man watched the door, Simon sensing his uneasiness at remaining an observer. The corners of his lips threatened to twitch into a smile, amusement and a touch of pride evident behind the expression. "Get yourself another beer, Eddie. We'll see them again soon enough." There was no urgency to return to the compound, not yet. The real work wouldn't begin until the change began to happen, and then they would have to be cautiously approached. No one understood how precarious the situation was better than Simon, now he would have to spend the entirety of the night getting Eddie to understand. If he was going to hand the reigns over to the younger male, he wanted to be certain that he was fully prepared for the job.
Amanda Perry
It was all a dream, a bittersweet dream that would cling to her mind the moment she woke up to face reality. She would feel the heart-shattering loss once she was confronted with her lonely little apartment and her empty bed with an intense sense of loneliness. Amanda knew as the night wore on that the morning would be spent pondering if she had imagined JP, if he was some figment of her imagination that she'd conjured up to convince herself that she was capable of feeling something other than indifference. For a few hours, Amanda had the opportunity to feel what every other woman in the world had felt countless times before and she wanted to cling to it for as long as she could. How had she lived all of her life without her cheeks warming each time a man looked at her the way that JP did? How had she gone twenty two years without feeling her heart pitter-pattering away in her chest whenever his laugh rang in her ears? Was this how her friends felt each time they went out on a date with someone they liked? All this time Amanda had told herself she wasn't missing out on anything, only to discover that an entire world of emotions had been locked away from her for a majority of her life.
Amanda committed every detail JP revealed to her to memory, from the nuance of his voice as he spoke, the emotion behind ever intonation and the shifting of his expression. Her eyes traced over the lines in his brow when he became lost in a memory, noted the angle each tilt of his head when he spoke. She had never been so completely enthralled in learning about another person until he came along, and there weren't enough hours in the night to satisfy her hunger to learn more about him. Time passed in a blink, each second bringing her closer to waking up to a reality where the night could only be replayed in her mind to confirm it happened.
As the bell tolled to signal and end of the night and the dawn of a new day, Amanda knew their time together was drawing to an end. Her steps back to her car were sluggish, dragging along the ground as if she could delay the inevitable the manner a wayward child avoided going off to bed. The promise of a few more moments with him was stolen away when he insisted on remaining behind, and with no other reason to keep hold him any longer, Amanda hesitantly moved to the opened door, a protest dying on her lips with his assurances that he would be fine. He was a grown man, he didn't need her coddling him, she chided herself to no avail. Everything in her screamed not to let him go, to offer to let him stay at her place, offer to take him anywhere he wanted as long as it bought her a few more moments with him.
Try as she might concoct some reason to keep him, his question erased them all. Her smile lit up her entire face, happiness driving away the clouds of sadness that came with their parting. "Now I regret taking the shift for tomor….tonight." If only she didn't need the money, Amanda would have called her boss up that very second and told him she would not be coming in. Infatuation would not pay the bills, and as tempting as throwing off her responsibilities to be with JP for the night was, it wouldn't keep the roof over her head.
Gesturing for him to wait, Amanda ducked inside her car, rummaging through the bottomless pit of her purse for the all elusive pen that continued to escape her fingers. Triumphantly pulling it from the confines of her bag, she sought out a piece of paper, finding only a receipt from the grocery store available. "I doubt that you want to sit at my work half the night waiting for me to get a moment to talk, but I'm off tomorrow night." Jotting down her phone number along with her address in a flourish of scribbled letters and numbers, Amanda finally handed over the small slip of paper. "I can't promise a gourmet meal, but it's private and comfortable, and I rarely get the chance to fire up my oven." It was the first time she had invited someone into her own private sanctuary without the burn of alcohol clouding her mind, and the only time she wanted the company she was inviting into her home. "I'll be asleep most of today, but you can text me if you want. I'll answer when I get up."
It was all a dream, a bittersweet dream that would cling to her mind the moment she woke up to face reality. She would feel the heart-shattering loss once she was confronted with her lonely little apartment and her empty bed with an intense sense of loneliness. Amanda knew as the night wore on that the morning would be spent pondering if she had imagined JP, if he was some figment of her imagination that she'd conjured up to convince herself that she was capable of feeling something other than indifference. For a few hours, Amanda had the opportunity to feel what every other woman in the world had felt countless times before and she wanted to cling to it for as long as she could. How had she lived all of her life without her cheeks warming each time a man looked at her the way that JP did? How had she gone twenty two years without feeling her heart pitter-pattering away in her chest whenever his laugh rang in her ears? Was this how her friends felt each time they went out on a date with someone they liked? All this time Amanda had told herself she wasn't missing out on anything, only to discover that an entire world of emotions had been locked away from her for a majority of her life.
Amanda committed every detail JP revealed to her to memory, from the nuance of his voice as he spoke, the emotion behind ever intonation and the shifting of his expression. Her eyes traced over the lines in his brow when he became lost in a memory, noted the angle each tilt of his head when he spoke. She had never been so completely enthralled in learning about another person until he came along, and there weren't enough hours in the night to satisfy her hunger to learn more about him. Time passed in a blink, each second bringing her closer to waking up to a reality where the night could only be replayed in her mind to confirm it happened.
As the bell tolled to signal and end of the night and the dawn of a new day, Amanda knew their time together was drawing to an end. Her steps back to her car were sluggish, dragging along the ground as if she could delay the inevitable the manner a wayward child avoided going off to bed. The promise of a few more moments with him was stolen away when he insisted on remaining behind, and with no other reason to keep hold him any longer, Amanda hesitantly moved to the opened door, a protest dying on her lips with his assurances that he would be fine. He was a grown man, he didn't need her coddling him, she chided herself to no avail. Everything in her screamed not to let him go, to offer to let him stay at her place, offer to take him anywhere he wanted as long as it bought her a few more moments with him.
Try as she might concoct some reason to keep him, his question erased them all. Her smile lit up her entire face, happiness driving away the clouds of sadness that came with their parting. "Now I regret taking the shift for tomor….tonight." If only she didn't need the money, Amanda would have called her boss up that very second and told him she would not be coming in. Infatuation would not pay the bills, and as tempting as throwing off her responsibilities to be with JP for the night was, it wouldn't keep the roof over her head.
Gesturing for him to wait, Amanda ducked inside her car, rummaging through the bottomless pit of her purse for the all elusive pen that continued to escape her fingers. Triumphantly pulling it from the confines of her bag, she sought out a piece of paper, finding only a receipt from the grocery store available. "I doubt that you want to sit at my work half the night waiting for me to get a moment to talk, but I'm off tomorrow night." Jotting down her phone number along with her address in a flourish of scribbled letters and numbers, Amanda finally handed over the small slip of paper. "I can't promise a gourmet meal, but it's private and comfortable, and I rarely get the chance to fire up my oven." It was the first time she had invited someone into her own private sanctuary without the burn of alcohol clouding her mind, and the only time she wanted the company she was inviting into her home. "I'll be asleep most of today, but you can text me if you want. I'll answer when I get up."
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