Chapter 12 Your Sarcasm is the One Thing I haven't Missed
“You could have said that it was you,” I said. I had been worried it had been my mother, Oonagh or Nymue as she likes to call herself when being addressed by her children. I should have known it was Ankou. My mother would never step foot into a cemetery. She always prided herself that as the High Queen of the Daoine Sidhe, it was beneath her to be summoned to a setting, but rather that she was the one who declared a person suitable to make an acquaintance with. Personally, I thought this was true and utter bullshit, resulting in my fleeing Avalon. For good this time.
“We both know that you have been avoiding me,” he answered to this.
“Really? It was that obvious?” I ask with a tired grin on my face.
He chuckled and shook his face. “Your sarcasm is one of the things I haven’t missed,” he said.
“Aw, how sweet of you. You missed me,” I said in a teasing tone of voice, the smirk on my face just growing and growing. I must admit. I had missed the good old days. The times when we had all still been on one side. But those days had ended for a reason. Just as my stay in Avalon had.
I turned to look at Ankou. He looked good. His eyes were still as bottomless and beautiful as they had been the last time, dark shadows still prominent under them. Lips still red and kissable, even with the cigarette hanging between them. His hand reached up, glittering in the sun from the silver rings he still wore on each finger. He took one last drag of the cigarette, before letting go of it and stepped on it, extinguishing it in doing so. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he made no move of leaving.
“No seriously, what do you want?” I asked, waiting for him to face me and stop playing dumb.
He wanted something. I could taste it on my tongue.
“What? Can’t I just hang out with an old friend that I haven’t seen in a while and strike up a conversation?” He asked smiling.
“Exactly, you haven’t talked to me in a while. The only reason that you’re doing it now is that you want something from me,” I answered. “I know you. You’re shit at being subtle. So, back to my question. What do you want?”
“I need your help retrieving something, that has been wrongfully taken from me,” was the explanation that came out of his mouth.
“Ask someone else,” I said, turning my back towards him and walking back the way I came. My mind flashed back to the last time he asked me to help him. It was something I didn’t need a redo of. Especially right now, when the only reason I was even in Paris was to spend time with Jessica.
“Come on, please. You know you’re the only one that can do this,” he all but begged, running after me to try and convince me.
“I already gave you my answer. No,” I said again. He just didn’t know when to give up, since he kept walking next to me.
“Please. Lizzie. You know you want to. I promise it’ll be different this time. You won’t have to save my ass this time. Please,” he kept begging. He was like a fat incessant fly. Annoying but essentially harmless. He went as far as to follow me back on to the train heading to Jess’s apartment. He kept pocking my side and whispering “please” every five seconds. He was creating a scene, something I despised with my entire being. I hated people staring at me, gawking as if I was an animal in a zoo. He was so full of shit. I bit my lips and squinted my eyes shut before turning towards him, giving an exasperated grunt. A smile as big as North America spread across his face. Eyes twinkling and everything.
“Fine, I’ll do it, you piece of shit,” I said. “But only if you promise to buy me a piece of cake.”
He rolled his eyes, smile still on his lips.
“Thanks,” he answered sincere relief evident in his voice. He was hiding something from me and right there I decided that I was going to figure out what.
“I’m making lunch at Jess’s. You joining?” I ask.
He dragged a hand through his raven black hair and over his face, for the first time looking up and checking his surroundings.
“Yeah, sure. Thanks,” he said.
We didn’t talk the rest of the way home. Opening the door of the apartment, Jess had a smile on her face and her phone in hand. Taking our shoes off at the door, we made our way into the kitchen. Thomas was sitting on the couch, feet over the back of the sofa and a book in hand. He looked up in acknowledgment when I walked to the sink to wash my hands so that I could start preparing the food.
Jess walked back into the kitchen, putting the phone down on the kitchen counter before turning to me and asking “what’s for dinner? And who’s that?”
“Well, what are you guys up for?” I asked, ignoring the second question.
“Don’t know. Maybe Lasagna?” Ankou answered, also ignoring the question.
“Why can’t I see your death?” Jess asked.
I turned around in time to see Thomas’ head shooting up. I looked at Ankou. He should make the decision, as to what to answer her question with. I certainly wanted to take that off his hands, but I also wouldn’t lie to Jess.
Ankou looked at Jess and spoke for the first time ever since accepting my invitation.
“Honestly, if you haven’t figured it out by now it means that you’re really shitty at your job,” he said with a grin. I smiled. Of course, he would say something like that.
Jess pursed her lips and squinted her eyes.
“No seriously, I don’t have the slightest clue as to who or what you are, so could you please answer my question,” she said with a neutral expression.