Page 4 of Druid Dreams

I twist and back myself through the dead guys cell bars while keeping my eyes focused in the direction of the incoming male. I don’t fade back into sight. I stay hidden from the threat.

The male with the loud footsteps comes into view, peeking into my cell. He’s the familiar smell I noticed a moment ago, but who is he?

“I know you’re in here somewhere, Sweetheart. Come out, come out, wherever you are.....”

He calls quietly to me. Why is he looking for me?

I silently pad over to the dead male and look him over. I find nothing. Nothing except his eyes. They look familiar too. Have I seen this man before? Or maybe I’ll meet him soon. How did he get here and how did he die?

“Damn it, Sloane.” The man with the familiar scent whispers frantically. “Where did you go? I need to get you out of here while they still trust me. We talked about this last night. It’s time to go”

Yeah, maybe we did, but that last blow to my head won’t let me remember anything before waking up. I don’t know who this man is or what he wants with me. My heart aches a little when I decide it’s time for me to leave. They may have caught me, but they’ll never keep me in that cell. It’s time to run. I’ll come back to fight another day.

As I was saying, I didn’t need to sleep, but I did like to rest my body and meditate for a couple of hours every night, or morning. Or whenever I get the chance. It helped me in honing my Sight ability and let me relax after, uhm, stressful nights. Jack would say masturbation worked the same as meditation, but it didn’t. Definitely is not the fucking same.

When I haven’t been drinking, the premonitions were typically helpful. I could see the future of people, and sometimes the past. I only needed to touch them once to get more than a glimpse into their lives. I saw too much sometimes, but it was why I was so good at my job. Or jobssss. Plural. Two out of three anyway.

During the regular waking hours I helped run a billion dollar holdings company. A company owned by my Dad. Well, one of my dads. I have three of those too. They were all exceptional males. They raised me well and spoiled me rotten since I was the only child they got to have together, before my mother disappeared.

My life got a little complicated when explaining that I had three male parents. Usually people thought I was joking. But I’m not.

My mother was a powerful mage of royal descent and she had three mates. Together they united kingdoms. Blah, blah, blah... It was a really romantic story, the way they met and fell in love with the same woman. Honestly, it made me a little queasy every time I heard it. They are my parents!! Gross.

Basically, I’m a hybrid. The best qualities from all their genes, all thanks to my mother's mage magic. Yeah, thanks, Mom.

People flocked away from me because they thought I was an abomination. I shouldn’t have been created, let alone born... You know, the same old shit people said and did when something was different and they couldn’t understand or explain it.

Another knock at my door had me pausing on the pity party of my life. Franklin, the chauffeur my father, Charles, hired was standing on the other side of my bedroom door. He was a wiry vampire with a kind smile and a gentle voice. He looked more like a grandfather than a vampire, but looks could be deceiving.

“Madam, I’ve been trying to reach you for an hour. You have a meeting in 30 minutes and we have a 20 minute drive.” He kept eye contact with me while he spoke. Normally I loved it because so few people could look me in the eye before averting their gaze, either looking at my chest or away in general. Something about the way Franklin was looking around had me wondering if he was alright though.

“I’ll be down in a moment!” I shouted as I scanned my desk for the contract I needed today. Got it. I rushed downstairs in a flash of movement, but couldn’t quite shake the feeling that I had forgotten something. Where is my purse?

“We need to go,” Franklin called from the doorway.

“Okay, let me grab my purse,” I agreed as I rummaged around the foyer for it. I didn’t see it. There was no telling where it went since I stumbled in at 6:30 this morning, still drunk from my first night off in a month. I’m still a little buzzed, if I’m being honest. I needed to eat something so I could sober up before I went into this meeting.

Franklin cleared his throat, making it clear that he was uncomfortable. “Maybe you should put on some clothes and skip the purse for today?” He looked towards the ceiling to avoid me and a faint smile touched his lips. “I seem to have found your bag, Madam.”

I peered up, and sure enough, there was my purse. Hanging from the chandelier. I rubbed my hand down my face, feeling a smidgen of embarrassment. It must have been a hell of a night since I didn’t remember all of it.

Franklin cleared his throat again and bowed his head as he informed me he was leaving the room. “I’ll bring the car around. We need to leave in five minutes or you’re going to be late to your meeting with Mr. Rigid and his son.”

Right. Fuck.

Mr. Rigid, as Franklin and I liked to call him, was really Ronald Caplin. He happened to be one of the owners of Caplin Bowers Pharmaceuticals. Today I was supposed to be meeting him to finish the negotiations for buying his company. I slapped myself on the forehead while I scrutinized myself in the mirror to my right. That’s when I saw it and Franklin’s words finally clicked. Holy... what the fuck!? I AM naked. Shit, shit, shit.

With a quick snap of my fingers, and a silent thanks to my mom for giving me the magic I so often cursed, I took another quick glance in the mirror before rushing out the door to the waiting car.

The sooner I could get this meeting over with the quicker my day would end and my night would begin. One of my other jobs.

Vaughn

Friday Midday

I stood facing the mirror and scowled at myself while I straightened my tie. I hate wearing ties. “This is ridiculously absurd.” I muttered to myself.

Today the company that I work for was being sold. Sold for obscene amounts of money. I rolled my icy blue eyes in disgust. I couldn’t believe I had to parade around for a new owner instead of catching up on all of the bullshit paperwork I had sitting on my desk.