Post by StoryGirl83 on Nov 6, 2011 21:17:49 GMT -5
Chapter Fifteen – Addison
Flashback
and Cobber
Flashback
Her white Mercedes Benz would have stuck out, so Addison Rooks had decided to walk. It was a decision she had long since come to regret, but there was no changing it now.
Besides she was committed to this. After making the decision to go along with the demon rather than tattle or vanquish him then and there, there had been no question of the actions that would follow. She had waited until the demon, Cobber she had later learned, had approached her, again.
“That was a very good job you did there,” a voice behind her announced. “My employer is quite pleased.”
So I was right, she thought with a scowl. Someone else is involved in this. She recognized the voice behind her. It wasn’t one she wanted to hear, but he had just provided her with all the information she needed to seal his doom. By the time she turned around there was a sickly sweet smile on her face. “I do not mess around. What did you think was going to happen?”
“I thought you were going to back out and not do it,” he admitted.
“I always do what I say I am going to do,” she informed him with a sniff of disdain.
“An admirable trait in a witch, I’m sure,” he gaffed, “but hardly in a warlock.”
“But I am not a warlock, now am I?” she posed the question to him as she fingered the potion in the pocket of her sweater.
“But you . . .” Cobber looked at her confused.
“I told you I’m not interested in your war,” she reminded him. “Keep threatening my sister and I will get interested fast.”
“You don’t call the shots here,” he informed her.
“Oh, yes, I do,” she replied back, her voice flat as she withdrew the potion from her pocket and smashed it into him. She watched in silence as he burst into flames and vanished, leaving behind only burned cement. “No one threatens my sister and gets away with it.”
An hour later she was headed down the sidewalk toward her destination. If she hadn’t been at The Manor that night, she might have chosen a different destination for this trip, but she had been there that night and she knew what she heard.
“Can you believe the nerve of that girl?” Amanda Winslow asked her friends as she glared across the dining room of The Manor at another patron. “She thinks my boyfriend is just up for grabs. I could just choke her.”
“I think you’d better keep those homicidal tendencies to a minimum,” Kimberley Alton advised, “and let Jonah handle her. He’s not interested, so don’t worry.”
“But you heard her,” Amanda protested. “She said . . .”
“We all heard her,” Kimberley agreed. “Thing is I know for a fact the only time Jonah’s ever kissed her was in third grade as a dare. He’s not interested, Manda.”
“You have to admit it is rather odd that she should begin claiming all this now,” Addison commented.
Amanda and Kimberley looked at her confused. “Whatever do you mean, Addy?” Amanda asked.
Addison shook her head. “I cannot tell you what it is that I heard, but I certainly heard something less than flattering about Rebekah Simmons. She definitely is not interested in your boyfriend, Manda. At least she is not interested in stealing him from you. Perhaps she is interested in borrowing him from you, and I doubt she would be adverse to kissing him, but Kim is right. Jonah is only interested in you, so do not worry about it.”
Amanda looked at the bottom of her empty glass. “Where is that waitress? I want a refill. She is not getting a good tip from me.”
Addison glanced around and found their waitress, a leggy blonde whose name she couldn’t recall, on the phone. She looked at her amused and focused her attention on her. She was about to unclip a piece of clothing when the girl’s words reached her ears.
“. . . bright light moving thing, though.”
Addison froze, all her attention suddenly on the blonde waitress. Did she just say that? Is she talking about orbing? Who is that girl?
“You think I can say that with a dining room full of people?” the waitress asked in words so soft that Addison almost missed it. “What if one of them knew what that meant?”
Well, one of us does know what that means, Addison thought, eying the waitress with surprised curiosity.
“I do,” the waitress agreed to whatever was said on the phone. “They are looking at me, kind of annoyed right now, too.”
Addison almost jumped in surprise. She is talking about us.
“I figure that this message is important, so why don’t you tell me what to tell Chris?”
Chris? Is that the son of the owner? Addison’s full attention was on the waitress. There was something interesting going on.
“Do I tell him why?” the waitress asked, sounding curious.
I could not care less if you tell him, Addison silently pleaded. Tell me. What is going on?
“All right,” the waitress agreed. “I don’t think I’m going to get much of a tip on that table, but they’ll just have to wait.”
Addison looked at her friends. Both Amanda and Kimberley were looking at her expectedly. Apparently she’d missed something. She shook her head and looked back at the waitress.
“Will do,” the girl agreed, again. “I hope you save them, Mrs. Halliwell.”
So she is talking to her boss. What does Mrs. Piper Halliwell know about magic? I think it is time I had a chat with Dad.
The waitress said only two more words before she hung up the phone. “Your innocents.”
Watching her hang up the phone, Addison considered what she had just heard. She turned to her friends as the waitress headed into the kitchen. “Do not worry about the tip,” she directed her friends. “I have got it covered.”
What her friends thought she meant she neither knew nor cared. She simply made sure her tip made it into the waitress, one Emily Colson’s jacket with a note.
She went home contemplating what it would take to get a job at this restaurant where magical things happened. She intended to have a lot of fun.
She didn’t see the stunned look on Emily’s face later when it fell out of her jacket later as she got into her parents’ car and Emily found out what was within. The note had been only to assure her that this was no accident. She couldn’t very well leave the tip on the table. After all, one didn’t simply leave a hundred dollar bill lying around.
Now, Addison stood in front of Emily Colson’s door with a small package. She put the package on the doorstep and rang the doorbell. Then, she ran as fast as she could. Hopefully everything would do as she wanted.
Inside Emily heard the doorbell ring and got up from her chair in front of the desk. No one else was home, so she didn’t bother letting anyone know she was getting the door as she normally would.
She opened the door and saw no one. She frowned and looked around. She was about to give up when she noticed the package at her feet.
Curious she stopped down and picked it up. A label had been pasted on it that said, “To: Piper Halliwell. IMPORTANT.” Probably as an afterthought there was a handwritten note that read, “Fragile. Do not drop!!!”
Emily frowned as she held it. Why would someone bring something here that was meant for her boss?