The Call

Crimhson: {The night I’d fed from Rhemington had been an agonizing, heart-wrenching, lust-filled blur. I’d been seconds from ripping his clothes off, and falling into bed with him, when I’d had my moment of clarity. I’d pulled back, bursting into tears as my conflicting emotions had overwhelmed me. All I could picture was my mahmen’s ever disapproving gaze, as she shook her head in disgust as she had so many times before at my less than appropriate behavior. With those thoughts swirling in my mind I’d asked Rhemington to leave. To say he wasn’t happy was the understatement of the century. Even as he wore a mask of lust and anger on his gorgeous face, he’d left me the black business card I now held between my fingertips. So here I sat at my kitchen counter, trying and failing not to think of what had happened with Rhemington right there as I tapped the card against the granite. The contact number for The Brotherhood was the only thing embossed on one side. I vaguely recalled Rhem mentioning that the house my mahmen and his uncle had lived in was secured by the Brothers after the attacks. If I wanted to get in and see what was left of her, I’d have to go through them, but Scribe I hated those fuckers. They’d failed to protect my papa five years ago, just as they’d failed to protect my mahmen. And now…I had no choice but to turn to them if I had any hope of finding closure instead of falling into the dark depression, I felt pressing in at the corners of my mind. Before I could run through the pros and cons for the umpteenth times, I slid my thumb across my phone and tapped out the numbers.}

V: For a change it was a laid back night, I wasn’t on patrol and so I planted myself behind my wall of monitors and started going through the feed. I had a second station set up in the Manse and had trained a small number of Doggens on the equipment, no way I could keep my ass glued in this chair so bringing others in to do it was imperative. I sit back and let my fingers walk over the keys while I listened to the messages left on the Brotherhood’s main line. Most of the ones left were common, request to be seen by the King, squabbles about things within the Glymera, basically bullshit. I cleared the line and hung up just as the fucker rang again, for a minute I thought about letting it go to voicemail but what the fuck, I went ahead and answered it.
“Speak.”

Crimhson: {Dragging a fang over my bottom lip, my heart rate speeding up from nervousness with each ring, my eyes widen when I hear the terse answer on the other end of the line. Clearing my throat, I steel my spine trying not to sound like a moron} Hi, uh, my name is Crimhson, my mahmen was… {Sucking in a shaky breath to get through this as grief and anger threaten to derail my train of thought} killed in the lesser attacks. I need to get into her residence that has been secured by your brotherhood. How do I go about that? {My eyes close as I concentrate on keeping my mind blank, my breathing calm}

V: I waited while I heard breathing on the other end of the line and I was already planning on hanging up if the breaths turned into panting or moaning. Finally a rush of words spilled out and when the attacks were mentioned I already knew what this was about but I waited and let the female continue on. She seemed to be having a hard time with the words which were expected with the subject at hand. “Give me your full name and that of your Mahmen along with contact info, a brother will touch base with you and set up a night to escort you to the residence.” I kicked back in my chair and grabbed one of the many notebooks on my desk and a pin.

Crimhson: {Listening to the deep no nonsense voice at the other end, I nod even though I can’t be seen as he pretty much orders me to relay information} My name is Crimhson, daughter of Preston and Dierdrah, but… {sighing as I rub a hand over my forehead} it’s complicated. My mahmen lived with Dalton..um, I’m sorry, I never paid attention to his lineage, but his nephew is Rhemington. {Grimaces behind the phone feeling and most likely sounding like an idiot at the mishmash of information I’ve given} Is that enough? I mean, I know where the house is….

V: I scribbled down the info as it came slowly and choppy from the female on the other end of the line. I knew the names, not in depth but with the research I had done on the family after the attacks had taken place I recalled them easy enough. I dropped the pen and listened to the heavy sighing and uncertainty coming from the one named Crimhson. When the last came out I was already sending a txt to Z to see about him handling this issue. “No, that is all we will need, I know the place and the lineage. A brother will contact you and in the mean time, no going to the residence until we do escort you there. Understand me on that one?”

Crimhson: I understand. {Speaking as I nod again behind the line. As anxious as I was to get to the house, I had no intention of going alone. I had no idea what I would find, but I felt it to the core of my being that this was what needed to be done. I needed some semblance of closure. Then I would be able to compartmentalize the anguish and concentrate on the anger I felt building like a slow burn in my soul. If the lessers responsible for this were still out there…I’d find them and end them.} Th-thank you for your help in this matter. I look forward to hearing from someone…soon I hope. {The last was said with a hopeful yet determined ring to it. Contact with the Brotherhood was the last thing I wanted, but if I had to use them as a means to an end, so be it.}

V: My brows drew down with each broken part that came through the other end of the phone. I heard more than uncertainty, there was a definite undertone in the females voice. It wasn’t until that last part that came out that I picked up on what it was. She didn’t seem in any way to want to be on the other end of this call and it wasn’t just about what she was calling into the Brotherhood about. Not a big fucking surprise there, and it mattered little to me either way. “You will, and soon. just sit tight and as I said you will be contacted and then taken to the location. Until then sit tight and stay alive, later.” I switched the phone off and shot Z another txt, “Just to be warned, the females is respectful enough, but I doubt she has much love for us males, have fun with that sitch Brother.” I couldn’t help but chuckle as I sent that one to the unsociable male.

Crimhson: {Scowling as the call drops of, I set my phone down with a little more force than necessary. I let out a heavy breath mumbling to myself} Well I guess that’s that. {Rolling my head around on my neck to relieve the tension and begin to mentally prepare for what would come next. Returning to the house I hated and never even lived in. It represented everything I hated about the Glymera and my mahmen’s decisions after papa had been slain. She’d gone to Dalton and I’d gone away….Suddenly, I didn’t know if I wanted the next call to be tonight, or to be put off for an eternity. But we don’t always get a choice of what we have to or want to do. This visit was necessary, for so many reasons.}