Post by StoryGirl83 on Aug 27, 2008 23:34:43 GMT -5
Chapter Six – Surprise Delivery
Across town, Brianna and Devia were about to head out the door when the sound of a thump startled them. Brianna’s hand dropped from the door knob and she swung around. Next to her, Devia was also turned around, her hands clenched in front of her.
Brianna gasped at the sight of a man dropped to the ground. Not sure what was going on, she was pretty sure that he hadn’t come voluntarily, which wasn’t a good thing. “Dev, go to my house. I’ll meet you there.”
“But the sale,” Devia protested, having warmed up to the idea.
Brianna shook head. “We’ll go, just meet me there.”
Devia nodded and with a blink of her green eyes she was gone.
Brianna ran across the room, dropped to her knees as soon as she reached the man, and with a blink of her own brown eyes both she and the man vanished from sight.
Seconds passed and Steve appeared in the middle of his living room. He looked around, expecting the whitelighter to be there, but he saw nothing, not the whitelighter or anyone else. He scowled and walked toward the window as the sound of a car starting could be heard outside of his house. By the time he reached the window a few seconds later he could only see the tail end of a pale green car, disappearing rapidly down the otherwise empty road.
He swore and headed to his den to find something else to do. He didn’t feel like going up against his niece today. For all that there were days when he despised his dead older sister’s very witchy daughter, he couldn’t deny that she was family or that his daughter adored her any more than he could deny that going up against Brianna would bring on the very open opposition of her powerful best friends. Even when they had been powerless he had learned one didn’t mess with them. Now, that they had their powers back he knew that defeating them would take more time then he cared to expend right now. And unlike the two witchlighters he was at war with right now, if anything happened to Brianna, her friends knew who to blame.
He swore again as he sank down into his computer chair. Today was not going as he planned.