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The real Aaron

This is my submission to the Speakeasy #155 writing challenge.

THE REAL AARON

Without a word, she dropped to the ground.

“So? Did you find him?” Detective Inspector Richmond asked for the thousandth time that afternoon.

“We’ve got him surrounded on the western boundary.” Agent Sarah Madison answered. She had been scouting the forest from atop the tall oak tree for hours. Richmond had wanted to launch helicopters, but Sarah was sure she could do better, and she had.

“Good job, Sarah!”Richmond smiled as they entered  FBI headquarters. “Consider yourself promoted!”

 

Sarah smiled back. She had been working hard for seven years to move up in the ranks, and now she would, thanks to this case. The Alison Kimberly murder had sent shockwaves throughout the university she had been a student of. Alison had been popular and beautiful, president of her sorority, and girlfriend to computer and science genius Aaron Hudson. She’d had rivals, but no one who hated her enough to poison her soda with cyanide.

The case had been about to close when Sarah, still suspicious, stepped in and asked to re-investigate. “I’m giving you this case because I trust you. If this is all for nothing or you mess up, you will lose your job.” Richmond had warned her.

Months of lurking around in the university, thorough questioning and a lot of puzzling, Sarah found all evidence pointing towards Aaron, Alison’s boyfriend. Still, it had been circumstantial, and Aaron would have been safe, had he not tried to flee when the FBI knocked at his door.

 

Sarah took a deep breath. If she could crack the suspect, she would win the case and her promotion.

 “Why did you do it, Aaron?”

He smiled insolently. “We both know why, Agent, so quit wasting your time.”

“You will not speak to me like that!” Sarah snapped.

“ I’d rather not, Agent. My proposal for the coffee date still stands though.”

“Just answer the damn question!” Sarah was beginning to lose her cool now.

“Oh, feisty, aren’t you, Agent? Okay, I’ll tell you why I murdered Alison. Betrayal.” Aaron’s gaze locked with hers.  His eyes were the colour of a thunderstorm, with full lashes. Attractive eyes, almost feminine, just like the rest of him.

Sarah was startled out of her errant thoughts as Aaron continued. “I liked Alison. I really did. I had been nominated for the international computer Olympiad, to be held in Greece. Everything was fine until I found that Alison had called in a lot of favours to replace my name with hers all because she really wanted to visit Greece. She pretended that she didn’t have any idea how she, with her zero knowledge about computers, was chosen as state representative!”

“So you killed her?” Sarah exclaimed. “For such a little thing?”

“Oh it wasn’t a little thing, Agent. Betrayal kills. I think you know what I mean.” He smirked.

“What rubbish!” Sarah sputtered. “I would never kill anyone!”

“Oh but you did,” said Aaron smoothly. “Agent Bradford’s death was no accident. He took the entire credit for a case you had solved alone, and stole your promotion, so you killed him.”

“He was my fiancée!” Sarah shouted.

“You didn’t want to marry him, accepting his proposal was a mistake. You like women.”

Sarah felt defeated. “How do you know all this?”

“Intelligence, and professional hacking, Agent. The Bureau’s files should be guarded better.”

Sarah managed to say,”I’ll be back tomorrow.”

 

Despite everything Aaron had said about her, Sarah slept peacefully that night.

 

She was woken up in the early morning by her phone ringing insistently.

Groggily, she answered. “Hello?”

“The suspect’s escaped.”

Six months later, Aaron Hudson had still not been found. Every database  denied the existence of any such identity.

“I’m sorry, Sarah.” Detective Inspector Richmond said sadly. “You’re fired.”

Sarah trudged away to her office to clear it. She had lost her job and her reputation and all she had left was the memory of the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. She sighed and opened a drawer. Placed in it was a piece of paper. She gasped.

Agent Madison,

 If you ever stop denying the chemistry between us, I leave with you an address where you can find me. Report this to the feds and you’ll never hear from me again.

Yours from the moment I saw you,

Aaria

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718 words 🙂

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The picture prompt:

Lion

 

 

 


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Blood Ties

This is my submission for the Write On Edge “It Takes Two” contest.

“It takes two to make an accident.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

The details:

  • 1000 word limit, all genres of creative writing are welcome.
  • linky is open until Friday, February 21, at 11:55pm Pacific
  • Use the F. Scott Fitzgerald quote above as an opening/closing line or draw inspiration from it, your choice.
  • Community voting opens 2/22 and closes 2/28 at 11:55pm Pacific.
  • Community and editorial choice winners will be announced on Write on Edgeand Bannerwing Books on Monday, March 3, 2014.
  • All entries must be original work, only published on your personal blog/website, and by entering you give Write on Edge and Bannerwing Books permission to reprint your entry in Precipice, Volume III‘s print and digital formats, as well as permission to edit for grammatical, spelling, and typographical errors.
  • Have fun!

 

Here are my 952 words 🙂

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BLOOD TIES 

There was a time when things were different.  In those days, Alyssa had worshipped her, and obeyed every command of hers. Phaedra had been her goddess, her muse, her universe and all its planets and constellations. And now…

Phaedra had always said it was compassion that had made her turn Alyssa into her kind, but the truth was that she had fallen in love with the beautiful auburn haired, pink cheeked human girl who walked through the woods every day on her way to school. Never in Phaedra’s four hundred and nine years had she felt this way. There was something about Alyssa that made warmth flood into Phaedra’s undead heart, something that made it flutter like a caged bird. It made her long for Alyssa like she had never longed for anyone before.

Yet how could she reach out? How could she express her love for Alyssa without exposing herself and her clan to the human world? Granted the human world in their case was only a small, nondescript town in the middle of nowhere, but was Alyssa very likely to respond to the affections of one whose clan had just destroyed her family and friends in front of her? She was likely to think of them as monsters and Phaedra did not want that. But then fate had intervened. A young bloodthirsty vampire had attacked Alyssa in the woods one day, and would have killed her if Phaedra had not stepped in timely and destroyed the creature. Phaedra had then seized the golden opportunity and turned Alyssa. Alyssa could have recovered from the attack, healed with surgery and medicine, but Phaedra never told her that. I did it for her own good; she told herself whenever she felt guilty about it.

After Alyssa’s awakening, Phaedra began looking forward to eternity for the first time. Alyssa was deeply grateful to her savior and amazed by her newfound capabilities. She loved the superhuman strength, the vision, the hearing, and most of all being immortal. She was, however, somewhat afraid of the other vampire clans, and Phaedra willingly took her under her experienced wing. Alyssa learnt from Phaedra everything she needed to know in order to survive. Phaedra and she  spent every day and night together as friends, companions, and lovers in the purest sense of the word. For Phaedra, every moment was consumed in memorizing the curve of Alyssa’s smile, drinking in the beauty of her laughter to the last drop and dedicating everything she had to her love.

Phaedra wanted Alyssa to love her back in the same way that, but the sparks just hadn’t flown from the other side. Alyssa worshipped the ground Phaedra walked upon and would do anything she asked for, her world revolved around Phaedra, but she was not in love with her. Phaedra could easily have demanded Alyssa’s affections the way she wanted them, but she loved the younger vampire too much for that. Besides, Alyssa’s loyalty left little to be desired. “I can forget everything, I can leave everything, Phaedra.” Alyssa told her once. “But I’ll never forget you. And I’ll never leave you .”

Those were the golden days, when it had just been the two of them. And then seventy years later, he came in from nowhere. Chris.  The irony of fate was that Alyssa laid eyes on Chris in the same way Phaedra had first seen Alyssa herself. Now Chris was everything Alyssa wanted.  She told Phaedra she wanted to turn Chris so they could live happily ever after, because she was cent percent sure that he was her Prince Charming. “Isn’t it wonderful that I finally found the one I want to spend eternity with?” she asked Phaedra, her eyes shining.

“Does he love you too?” Phaedra asked Alyssa, trying to sound normal.

“Oh he doesn’t know me yet. But he will, soon.” Came the calm reply.

It had taken Phaedra seventy years to realize how selfish Alyssa really was.

Phaedra’s frozen heart wept. Seventy years she had given to this relationship. An eternity she had devoted to this love, and now her princess, her Cinderella no longer wanted her. After all she had done for the lovely redhead, this was what she had received in return.

She felt the grief give way to burning rage. What was Phaedra’s was hers alone, and no one else could dare claim it. Alyssa belonged to her, certainly not to a weak human.

Chris had to be dealt with. Soon.

One month later, Phaedra sat consoling a sobbing Alyssa. “They left! All of them! Chris and his entire family!” Alyssa said, for the tenth time that evening.

“I know.” Said Phaedra soothingly.

“I just loved him so much, you know, Phaedra? So so much…I had such lovely plans for our future together, I was even going to meet him, in that lilac dress you got me that summer in Transylvania, and he just …left.” Alyssa collapsed in Phaedra’s arms.

“There, there. He wasn’t worth you anyway.. And I’m always there, am I not? I’ll love you forever, sweet one…” Phaedra murmured gently and Alyssa sobbed harder. “I know!” she cried. “I’ll never chase anyone again, Phaedra! I will stay with you for the rest of eternity, with the only person who truly loves me.”

Phaedra sighed contentedly and marveled at how easy it had been to get rid of Chris. A little bearing of fangs, some cryptic warnings, and the foolish mortal and his already superstitious family had fled.  It had been by accident that Chris had come into Alyssa’s life and another accident that had chased him away. It is rightly said, Phaedra mused. It takes two to make an accident.

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