Chapter 3: The B's proposal
I opened the black metal doors, expecting big, towering pillars and a big throne, and shelves as high as the eye can see, y' know, like in those fairy tales.
But no. The B's office was nothing like that- except for the bookshelves towering above us. It was a quaint little room, with piles of papers strewn across the floor, and books covering nearly every inch of the small desk, smack dab in the middle of the room. The one part that wasn't covered in books was a little gap, which showed just the eyes and nose of a person, who seemed to be looking down at some papers, or something.
"Michael," the person mumbled, nearly incomprehensible between all the papers, "Close the door behind you."
I whipped my head back to face Edge and mouthed Michael? to him. He shook his head, which seemed to mean "later". He closed the door with a clatter, that sent most of the papers flying around the room.
"That's enough!" shouted the woman from behind the tower of books on the desk. Her hand shot into the air, doing odd swerving movements.
The papers stopped flying around immediately, piling up neatly in corners, sorting themselves, as if by magic, or something...
Even though magic doesn't, you know, exist.
But, then what was all that "Fallen" business about? And Mar- I mean Milo's thing about the turning-into-a-cat-thing. What was that about?
"So," said the woman I assumed to be The B. She was pushing all of the books on her desk over to the side, causing the books to topple to the ground, making a long boom on the cement floor.
Once I got a good look at the B, she was actually quite beautiful. She had long, dark brown hair, down to her shoulders, tucked into a long braid. Her face was pointy, with high cheekbone and full lips, that made her look quite Queenly.
"You must be Calista. Edge and the others have told me a few stories about you already."
All I could do was nod fearfully, looking down at my bare feet. They felt numb, because of either the stone floor, or how queasy I felt just then.
"I am told," she paused, scratching the bridge of her nose nonchalantly, "that you seemed to escape from the effects of the Fallen, rather easily. I am also told, that your body has rejected all the medicine to fight the transformation into what they call, "a vampire's brood", which is a type of, how shall we say, servant, to a Fallen."
"What? What do you mean? I was just told that I got away from the vampires! Edge never told me about transforming!" I looked at him with a piercing glare, that he ignored completely.
Edge sighed, and pulled a chair out of the dark corner and pushed it behind me, asking me to sit. I sat down, quickly pulling myself into a tight ball.
"Hmm, how should I explain this?"
Edge tapped his foot, seeming to be asking to speak.
The B looked at him for a moment, off in thought. After what seemed to be a few minutes, but it was actually just a few long seconds, she nodded at him, picking up a random book from the floor and opening it.
How infuriating is she?! Deciding to read while you're explaining to someone? That must get on the kids nerves, her practically ignoring them.
My thoughts were cut off by Edge's explanation.
"When you were bitten, you were, supposedly, supposed to scream in agony, which you did. You were supposed to fall to the floor, and black liquid was supposed to ooze from your body..." he paused, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
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The Immortal Pool
FantasyCalista Orchard, a 14-year-old orphan, with no recollection of parents, runs away from her foster home. Again. When running, she is mugged by two people- but they turn out not being people at all! They're The Fallen, and they want to suck her blo...
