Himora Clarke “There she goes…” #2
“Bellamy?!” She shouted. Adjusting my frames, I watched four men come from around the back of the SUV to stare me down.
A pair of wolves, a siren, and a vampire.
The one with the hunched shoulders and wide gate of his legs must be Namir.
He had the build of an athlete where he pushed his body beyond limits.
His brother standing closely behind him was obviously the alpha male with the suspicious yellow gaze.
The familiar siren smiled as he looked me over until his eyes went past me and Bellamy Holmes.
I’ve only ever heard his voice and seen blurred pictures of him.
The dark red eyes menacingly staring made it obvious he was of the same family as Trevor.
“Who the fuck told y'all to come?” Trevor asked as he walked up beside me.
Before anyone could answer another ray of lights flashed over their faces as we all turned to see a sleek black car slowly pull up beside us.
The windows were tinted but as soon as the passenger door opened, I stepped to the side.
Three young ladies stepped out, wide eyed and naive in the face as they looked around.
“Ahhh,” one of the men said with a suck of their teeth. “What the fuck?! Souxie?!”
“You think we wouldn’t come for our girl?!” One of the women shot back. “You of all people should know better, Namir.”
“Ummm hello?!” The woman in the SUV let out with a wave of her hand. “Can somebody explain what the hell is going on and why are there students from Drew Collins here?! Namir you said–––”
“Professor Jones?!” One of the girls blurted out. “Is that you?!”
“Ahh shit,” Trevor groaned. “This is just…this is just fucking great.”
“I told Quan to specifically watch them!”
“Hold up, hold up,” Trevor let out as he held his hands out. “Let me get this straight. Are we all here for the body of the dead chick? All of us are here for the dead girl in the ground, right?”
“Not me personally, no,” another voice said from behind. A man walked up with blacked out eyes as he adjusted his pants by tugging them upright. “I’m merely here as a guide of some sort. Harvey Miller. First year. Mythical student at Drew Collins. Economics.”
There was a small pause before everyone suddenly began talking over one another.
It only took a moment to figure out the dynamics and put names to faces.
The girls I was not familiar with, but I recognized the voices of Coach Namir, the triton, Solomon King.
His face was everywhere in the Wetlands.
Seth, the alpha wolf and Bellamy with his girlfriend, Professor Birdie Jones.
I can only assume the deceased girl was attached to the girls who came, and she brought along the curious incubus who stood out in more ways than one.
Carefully, I weighed the many options of this night.
I stood there in the center of everyone talking over each other before giving a small nod in approval.
Without another word, I turned and began walking off towards the house.
It was mindless chatter and bickering just to see who would dominate a pointless conversation.
I hadn’t realized I was being followed until the one with the light eyes kept up with my pace.
“This was my roommate,” she said as I stepped up to the door. “We were all there the night she died. I…I planned on talking with her or at least attempting to communicate with her to see if she could help us find Maggie, our missing friend.”
I turned to look at her. Just a little taller than me with her petite frame, she managed a fake and quick before masking her emotions.
“Himora Clarke,” I said with a nod. “Head of Mortal Affairs.”
“Souxie Lafayette, second year Spiritual student. Study of history and magic around the world. Originally studied necromancy but my Aunties taught me mostly what I know today. I…” looking towards the house. “I’m not sure how to break the spell but I can at least try and talk with her.”
I looked back to see the rest slowly coming up towards the house as Trevor stepped in front of them all to stand beside me.
“We’re all here for the same thing.” I turned back to face the door. “Please act accordingly.”
“The dad said he would leave a back door unlocked for us,” Namir said.
It took only a second for the door to unlock after knocking three times before being hit with the smell of burnt chocolate chip cookies.
It was dark with the only light coming from the stove in the kitchen, giving off a soft warm glow.
I stepped inside with Trevor coming right behind me.
The energy began to shift as everyone piled into Cynthia Gloria Norwood’s home, navigating through the house in the dark.
Whatever egos that were being tested outside was left at the door.
This house was temporarily a dead zone after having access to the grid used by mythical government agencies from the Underground.
No calls, no phones, no Wi-Fi, no cameras. It did not exist at the moment.
I slid the back door open and stepped out into the small backyard. To the untrained eye in the dark, the green lush grass looked even and healthy. Even with the back porch light coming on, there was no sign of any tampering of the grass.
“How do we know for sure she’s even buried here?” One of the girls asked.
“Because they’re the ones who did it,” Bellamy accused. “Isn’t that right, red?”
The red remark was a knock to me having bright ginger orange hair. I adjusted my frames, ignoring the comment and continued to stare at the grass.
“So do I call you Auntie or do I call you Auntie-in-blood? Auntie-in-law? How does this work?” Bellamy pressed.
“Why are you asking my wife when I’m right here?” Trevor asked.
“Oh? I thought we agreed to ignore each other until all of this was confirmed?”
“Yet you paying attention to her?”
“Do you see anything?” Souxie asked as I slowly paced around the backyard. The triton walked around before bending to touch the grass. His connection to earth, natural green earth was weak at best but at least he attempted to look as if he knew what he was doing.
“I don’t smell anything,” Seth said as he stabbed the grass with the shovel.
“Dr. Holmes and his sister Wilhelmina Holmes hired an agent to take the body from Legacy Row the moment she was found,” I said as I began to circle the yard.
Kneeling down, I touched the dark green grass and noticed some of the blades grew in the opposite direction in one particular spot.
It was small enough to ignore but being from the Woodlands, we live and thrive in the natural resources of the earth including building homes within the ground or high above trees.
I gripped the grass that was brushed in the opposite direction and felt the dampness of it.
“She’s right here,” I said before looking up. “Those who have shovels, please begin digging here.”
Stepping back, the men looked around at each other before Souxie yanked a shovel from Solomon King and decided to dig herself.
Trevor came over, pulled it back from her, and handed it off to Seth.
Bellamy kept his eyes on me while Namir stepped in, trying to turn his attention elsewhere.
Trevor kept glancing at him before looking at me with furrowed brows, confused.
I understood the subtle agitation. A boy who merely had questions after believing he knew everything there is to know and he seemed angry about it.
How is Trevor Coleman his uncle when there is nothing remotely close to him being a Holmes and how did I become the very thing he is?
Questions Trevor may not be able to answer but that is why Bellamy had his sights on me. He–––
“Uhhh excuse me?”
The woman with the sharp features and locs stepped in front of my face with a roll of her neck.
“So like…what? We find the body then what?” She popped. “How the fuck is this not breaking and entering? How are people not seeing us? Don’t you think the cops would be called and–––”
“I’m sorry, your name?”
“Asha,” she stated. “I’m not doing all of that first second year bullshit y'all do. It’s fake anyway.”
Adjusting my glasses, I blinked a few times, a bit put off by her brash demeanor as she watched the men dig.
“I just hope this leads to us finding Maggie,” she muttered. “I feel like we’re losing the fucking plot and doing all these side quests. If this many people was gonna show up, we could have been looking for Maggie–––”
“Asha!?” Souxie snapped from the other side of me. “Shut the fuck up! Just SHUT THE FUCK UP! PLEASE! NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU!”
Even the digging stopped as the men looked at the two girls. The nymph covered her mouth with a silent gasp as worry began to seep into her eyes. I could hear the demonic laughter of the man with the blacked-out eyes echo in the backyard before he stepped back into the house to cut the lights on.
“What? You wanna find Maggie so you can continue to compare and complain about your life not being like hers?! You wanna continue to talk about Namir this and Namir that?! WE GET IT!” Souxie went on as she swiped at the fallen tears against her cheeks.
Her eye color began to flicker, much like her male counterpart until they were completely gone, just pitch black.
“WE FUCKING GET IT! YOU CRY BABY ASS BITCH! WE GET IT!”
No one said a word as Asha stared at the girl, tears of rage bubbling in her eyes. Solomon quickly looked from the two girls and was about to get up when I cleared my throat.
“Can you please continue digging,” I commanded softly. Solomon looked at me before looking at the men.
“Why did y'all invite these girls man?” Trevor muttered as Namir shrugged with a shake of his head.
“I tried to keep–––”