Chapter 43: Melissa
Zoë stood on the roof looking at the girl. She looked normal enough. She was pretty, and looked a year or two older than she did. Zoë held her camera. She knew that she was on to something big. There was no way that the girl she saw in front of her could ever overpower her father, a 96 kilogram mass of strength and cardio training. Her eyes, that’s what struck Zoë the hardest. They were… Evil. Demonic, even. Her irises were almost a gradient from a pink to a cobalt blue. They were either the best looking colour contacts Zoë had ever seen, or a hint at something…
“Supernatural.” Morgan said from behind her. She jumped before she recognised his voice.
“Oh, Morgan. Nice bandages, how does the other guy look?”
“That’s what you’re thinking, isn’t it?” He said.
“How could you possibly know what I’m thinking?” Zoë said.
“Don’t give me that look, Morgan. Why are you here?”
“To stop this. Zee…”
“You don’t get to call me that anymore.”
“None of this is going to bring him back.”
“That’s not why I’m doing this.”
“Either way, it stops tonight. Go home. You’ve got a life to live.”
“Are you being serious right now? She’s a murderer, Morgan.”
“If she is, it’s all the more reason to stay away from her. You really think a girl half this size of your dad could have done all that?”
Zoë looked at the girl. She had to admit, below her, it looked more like a drug deal happening than a murder. But then it happened. The girl’s sclera went black and dark veins bulged around her face, and she bit into the guy’s neck.
“Morgan, oh my-…” Morgan ripped the bandages off and touched her forehead with his fingertip before she could finish. She passed out, and he caught her.
“Fucking vampires.” Morgan cursed.
He put Zoë down gently, then jumped down the fire escape. He scaled it loudly but the girl didn’t notice.
“Ahem.” He cleared his throat, announcing his presence.
She kept feeding.
Morgan grabbed the back of her collar and her hand twisted his wrist before he even realised it, and suddenly he was on the ground. Blood stained her shirt, and covered her face. She broke the man’s neck, then turned to Morgan.
“I don’t know if you’re a witness or an enemy. But man, you picked the wrong night to be you.”
“Neither actually. Neither yet, anyway.”
“Oh? Well tell me, and I might just not kill you.”
“Curious. Ever heard of Brody Dallas?”
“Oh. Him. Cop.”
“Did you kill him?”
“Well, that complicates things. I was going to leave you alive.”
“You were going to leave me alive?”
“Guess I’m an enemy now.” Morgan’s eyes hardened. “Nosarvu.nim Yi rou.”
“Vena sqo raipal ein clokre.” She said, and the air shimmered as the two spells collided. She grabbed Morgan by the skull. “Ligne nim Yi rou.” Morgan felt pain like never before, and his whole mind went blank. He saw black, and then the world slowly moved back into position.
“Fuck me with a broken camera lens...” He gasped.
“You wish… Tell me something… You’re a runemaster, how are you able to use incantation magic?”
“Go to Hell.” He barked. She grabbed him by the collar.
“That perky dark haired girl who has been following me all night? I am going to kill her. Slowly. In front of you. Talk.”
“It’s the arm.”
“Oh my…” She looked at it. “Has a demon ever used any magic on you? Oh would you listen to me, answering questions I already know the answer to. This is demonic magic. I’m guessing you had carved runes into your body and you got into a fight. By conventional healing, your body and the rune would have healed together. Demonic magic is different. Demonic magic can’t repair runes carved into your body. I’m guessing whatever sigil you had there did all this to your arm. But you know what? I am not going to kill you.”
“I think you’re an interesting person. I don’t want to kill you.”
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret. Brody Dallas got drunk and violated a young girl after his wife called for a divorce. He had life insurance. So I killed him. I saw a picture of his daughter. She’s pretty. Well, not drooling on the roof like a comatose baboon she isn’t. But I think I might just leave her alive too.”
“Dallas was a horrible man. His family could claim if he died on the job.”
“No, you aren’t going to twist this into some sick thing where you come out the good guy.”
“That’s the thing, isn’t it? I’m an evil person. I murdered someone in cold blood. And guaranteed his family’s financial security to make me feel better about it. And I came here to kill a lot of people.”
“So I should kill you?”
“I didn’t kill you.”
“Why is that?”
“It’s completely arbitrary. Listen, if that girl ever follows me again, I’ll kill her.”
“And if I come after you?”
“You seem really sure.”
“Morgan Siegfried, last of the Siegfried mages, friend of Owen Cavalier, Zoë Dallas and Evangeline Green. You will not come after me.” Morgan flinched noticeably as she counted down the names.
“I want you out of my town.”
“And you’re going to be disappointed for a little while longer, okay? It’s not like you have too much authority with me. But I mean, I can give you one thing though.”
The girl cupped his cheek.
“Life has treated you unfairly, Morgan. I understand this. But you need to let go. Of that girl you’re still in love with, of the hatred you bear… It will kill you. One day you will fall in love and you’ll be happy and you will be that person’s first choice. Life may be unfair, but it gives everyone a chance. Never equal, but always urgent. You’ll get yours… I just happen to be here looking for mine. It gets better, Siegfried. Don’t forget that.” She smiled sweetly and turned to walk. She stopped though, pausing for a final word.
“Don’t take the intent behind my mercy and kindness the wrong way. Try anything and I will remove the head from your shoulders.” She said.
“You never gave me your name.” Morgan gritted his teeth.
“Melissa Rivers. Don’t fall in love with me, okay?” She laughed. Morgan watched her walk away, the swaying of her hips mesmerizing.
Evangeline was back in town, and she was his next stop.