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Day One


The morning was gray and rained soaked. “Yay, it rained!”I squealed pulling the blinds off. “Something always to be happy about, huh?” a soft-spoken male voice said right next to me.
“Good morning baby.” I kissed Ben on the cheek. He hugged me and snuggled into my neck. I giggled from his lips tickling me. I looked at his face. “You look tired.” I said. “Did I wake you up?” “No. I’m fine.” “Are you sure?” I asked, a little more concerned now. “Yeah.” Suddenly a small growl came from my stomach. “Oops. Tee hee!” I laughed. “I’m hungry.” Ben smirked “If your hungry, go eat.”
“Kay!” I ran out of the master room and down the hallway. I came to the stairway, walking down the fun way. I put my bottom on the rail, sliding down real fast. The knob suddenly appeared. I put out my foot, jumped, twirled in the air, then stuck a perfect landing. Oh, I forgot to mention. I live in a big white mansion. Sorry! My fault. Only my closest friends know about it. I walked to the kitchen and came to our fridge. Seven foot fridge. I opened the heavy door. ‘Hmmm...what should I eat.’ “Maybe you should eat french toast.” Ben’s voice came from behind. “Please don’t do that.” I said, not surprised that he used his super vampire skills do run down (or jump) the stairs to catch up to me. Oh, yeah, my husband’s a vampire.
I pulled out some toast and other supplies to make french toast. Pretty much every one of my family or friend is a vampire. But I don’t mind. I started mixing every thing in one bowl except the toast. Ben grabbed my shoulders. “I vant to suck vour blood!” He jokingly bit my neck. “Hey! If your hungry get your own blood.” I gently hit him on the four head with a spoon. “Why can’t I have yours?” He asked pushing his head next to mine. “Because I’m a fine whine that is too much money for you to pay.” Probably my worst analogy ever. “Sweet cheeks there is no whine I can’t pay for.” “Hmm, right.”
A few minutes passed and I ate my french toast in peace. Ben came down from the room again. This time dressed in his day clothes. “Got some recording in Nibelheim with the band.” he said walking into his own personal recording room. “Nibelheim.” I spat in disgust then took another bite of french toast. Nibelheim had a icky history in its roots. Every time I went there, I got the chills. Ben came back out of the recording with his favorite guitar. It’s orange with flames on it. Like Ben’s hair. “Now all I just need is my lucky charm.” he said. “You already have your lucky charm.” Talking about his guitar. “Don’t play dumb.” he smirked. “Sorry. Human flaw suck don’t they?” I said forking my last piece of toast. I felt a breeze of air and then he was right next to me again. “You now what I mean.” he said. I sighed, giving up one of my favorite games.
I got off of the chair turning to him. He smiled. I put my hands on his face. Gazing into his eyes I realized this is what living is for. He took his arm around me and kissed me. It seemed more that an hour before I called it quits. We both looked at each other. Ben finally broke the silence. Clearing his throat he said, “I’m going to be late.” I hugged him. “When are you coming home?” “Around midnight.” he replied. “Why so late?” “The boys want to go and party” I gasped. “Oh! That’s right. The new album.” He grinned. “You’d be the first one to hear it right?”
I laughed. “As always!”

***

After Ben left I got changed into day clothes. My first chore was to check on my garden. I know. It’s such a gay hobby, but I enjoy tasting my homegrown fruits and vegetables. Outside it still was gray and soggy. A few sun streams came from the sky. I wasn’t pleased what I saw in the garden. No, the dogs hadn’t eaten any of my vegetables or fruits. Ben had a million dogs. They would get in a eat my poor babies. It was all muddy from the rain and some of my plants had looked like they had drowned.
“Crap.” I groaned. ‘How am I going to fix this?’ I sighed finding that there wasn’t any quick fixes. It seemed that only the plants that were intact were the grapes and apples. I let my self in and inspect the survivors. Lots of the grapes had fallen and only the new grapes growing had hanged on. The apple tree had no damage on it what so ever. In fact the fully grown juicy red apples looked like they were ready to be picked. I licked my lips, yearning for just one bite. I came to the lowest branch with one apple begging to be eaten. With both hand I reached up and yanked it down. It came off with a snap, even a few droplets on the leaves fell on my head.
I was opening my mouth when a flash of pictures came into my head. Fire, screaming, gun shots, fast movements that looked like people where fighting, blood, a blue steak and suddenly everything had become blurred. Colors swirled and I felt my eyesight come back. Next thing I knew I started falling backwards. In an instant, my arm shot out grabbing on to a fence and my others hand had come behind me and into a puddle. Everything came into view. The apple I was about to eat was covered in mud. Birds chirped, I felt sunlight on me, I felt a little groggy and my hand was sinking in mud, cold. So many questions slammed into me. ‘What happened? What was I doing? My hand hurts. Why is it hurting?’ I looked around to see if anyone saw me. This had been happening too much lately. I would see visions and suddenly they started increasing like crazy. Well, I’ve always had visions. Like physics, but different.
I picked myself up and grabbed the apple. Hurriedly walked in the house, slamming the door behind me. I threw the apple in the kitchen sink and washed the apple and my hand off under warm water. The phone rang. I jumped, six feet in the air, not inspecting a call today. I answered in an shaky exhale. “Hello?” “Hello, Ilexisi.” It was Reeve, “Reeve! Hey, how you doing?” I lightened up a bit. “Good!” Reeve replied. “It’s nice to talk to you again. So how have you been?” “I’m okay.” I said smiling. It was good to hear from a familiar face again. “So what have you been doing lately?” I asked. “Oh, W.R.O paper work form the Tsviets incident.” The Tsviet incident was 28 months ago. A bad time for everyone I knew. The Tsveits tried to destroy the world. But a few of my friends and I stood up and fought against them. And in the end, the Tsviets were defeated and they dispersed.
“Oh, ouch.” Last time when I was at his office, paper work was stack as high as I could see. I almost didn’t find Reeve in there. “Yeah, well, it’s almost done. My hands in pretty bad shape though.” he mumbled. I laughed a bit. “But I have a feeling that you called for more important reason, right?” “Hmm. Yeah.” I could hear bad news intertwined with his voice. “An unfortunate event has happened. There was a murder last night.” My eyes widened. “Who?”I asked. “An W.R.O official.” Reeve sighed. I calmed down a bit. “I want you to investigate.” ‘Just me alone?’ I thought. “Really? Just me?” “Oh, no. Lauren, Vincent, Chante`and Kanye.” Happiness shot through me. “WOOHOO!” I bounced up and down. My heart squealed with joy. ‘Happy days are here again!’ I screamed in my head.
“I knew you’d do that.” Reeve said on the other line. I could hear rubbing his ear. “When do you want me there?” I forgot to turn my voice down. “Come as soon as you can.” Reeve said.
“Kay! Be there real soon!” I slammed the phone down (On accident. Too much adrenalin.) and ran up into my room. I threw open the closet, frantically looking for my mission spheres. I found my old one. I tried it on. It still fit me like magic. ‘Wait a minute.’ I thought. ‘This is a new beginning. I shouldn’t wear my old stuff. Oooo, but so many good memories with this thing.’ I sighed. ‘The past is the past. Time to move on. I quickly took of the old sphere and put on the new one Lauren gave me for my 20th birthday.
‘Perfect.’ I thought, feeling the new clothing sliding over me, and purple and light blue colors fading away. I ran out my room again, jumping off the stair case like a mad man. But I landed like a cat falling out of a tree. Alright, with out feeling anything wrong about it. I ran around the house turning off all the lights to conserve electricity. I finally ran out the door locking it with my keys and slammed into my car outside. I jumped in the car, backing out of the drive way like some speed demon. I bounced up and down in the car seat the whole time, ‘Yay, yay, yay, yay...’ I kept saying that in my head over and over again. My heart spoke to me about happiness and joy and old memories and the love for my friends. And this will be the start of a new adventure for me. I was sure of it.

***
I was in Reeve’s office. (He was right! All that paper work was almost gone. Only a small stack was left.) It also felt good to be in his office again. Memories flooded into my mind and my heart and I named all of them. And just like the old days, I was the first one there, waiting for everyone to get their butts in gear. Then the door opened. Four people entered. The first, Lauren Valentine, then her husband Vincent Valentine. Then the lovely Chante` Bowen and her brother, Kayne Fleight. But then, someone else familiar entered to. A young twelve year old girl. Shelke the Transparent. Shelke was once a Tsviets. I secretly hated her. Shelke’s sister gave her life for her and she repaid her with harsh words. But even so, I never showed my hatred towards her.
“Hey, Shelke! What’re you doing here?” I asked happily. “Reeve sent for me.” she said in her monotonous voice. Her voice bugged the crap out of me. I looked at Reeve. My eyes saying, to him “Explain please.” “Oh, I, uh, also asked Shelke to come along.” Reeve looked a little embarrassed. ‘Okay,’ I thought. ‘So maybe it wouldn’t totally be like old time.’ I ran over to Lauren and Chante`. I grabbed them and hugged them together. “Oh isn’t this so cool? Just like old times guys!” I giggled. Lauren and Chante` both laughed. “Looks like you missed our old gig.” Lauren sighed. “I missed it a whole bunch.” I let go of our group hug. “It’s good to see you again, Haleigh.” Chante`’s voice sounded like a song floating in the mist. “Grrrrr! How many time do I have to tell you? I like the name Ilexisi!” I irritatingly said. “You said there was a murder.” Vincent’s voice was soft and dark. “What does it have to do with us?” I guess Vincent got a little bored with us girls talking. “Nothing really.” Reeve replied. “But I do have a strang feeling about it.” “What’s strange about it?” Lauren curiously said.
“Well, first, thing it has to do something with the W.R.O. Second, the murder is out in the middle of no where. And it’s the way the official died.” Reeve was silent for a moment. We all were waiting patiently waiting for him to carry on. “I’m sending you out to look at the crime scene. It’s a pretty fresh murder and quite gruesome too. So, your all warned.” “So your sending us out to look at it with out own personal look at it?” Kayne finally spoke. It wasn’t like Kayne to be so quiet. That’s Vincent’s job. “Yes.” Reeve answered. “Alright so what are we waiting for?” I said. “Lets go!” Reeve smiled. “That’s the spirit.”
***

A few minutes later, we were all in a army Hummer, and dusk was upon us. Lauren looked out the window and I kept the conversation going. Then I noticed Lauren’s troubled face. “What’s the matter Lauren?” I asked, my smile fading away. Lauren jumped a little, like she had been awoken out of her sleep. “Well,” she began, looking at her hands. “Reeve wouldn’t have all called us in if he didn’t have a bad feeling about this right?” Everyone looked at each other. We all knew this to be true. “I’m telling you. I have a bad feeling about this.” she sighed. Vincent came and put his arm around her. “Uh-oh. When Lauren says she has a bad feeling about something, that means there’s big trouble ahead of us.” I mumbled putting my hands behind my head.
“We’re hear.” the driver announced. I looked out side. There was nothing but barren desert. “We’re out in the middle of no where.” Kayne said. I quickly opened the door and jumped out, stretching my legs after a four hour drive. “No were not.” Chante` said. “There’s a private air port out here.” Chante` pointed in the direction. The airport looked real old. Like the ones you see in the detective movies. “Reeve said that’s where the murder-” Lauren started saying something, but then she broken off. “Th-that smell.” She uttered. “The Tvsiets were all over this place!” “What?” I shouted in disbelief. Lauren quickly got out of the car. She jogged all the way over to the air port. “Hey! Slow down!” I said running a little bit behind her. Everyone was with us now.
“Their scent....it just keeps getting stronger.” Lauren now walked in a fast pace. But I still had to run to keep up with her! “Just wait! Are you positive is the Tvsiets?” I said a little bit out of breath. “I’ve dead serious, Haleigh!” When Lauren said my real name, that meant she wasn’t messing around. When we started to get closer to the air port we saw lots of cops and crime scene investigators. One of the cops spotted us. “Halt!” he yelled. “No personal allowed beyond this point.” He raised up his and meaning to stop. We all pulled out our W.R.O license. The cop scrutinized at all of them. He nodded and gave us permission to enter.
We ducked under the yellow tape, and enter the landing area. And started to walk to the storing sheds. Repair tools, air plane parts and a private jet was place perfectly. “Over here.” Lauren pointed. A there were a few people standing around a bloody body. I was the only one who came so close to the body. “Hey!” an angry voice said. We all turned around. A young man came up to use. “If you guys are going to be looking at the body, you have to wear clothing protection.” “Huh?” I was a little confused. The man looked irritated. “If you are going to be in here...” he was talking to me like a was stupid. “You have to wear these to not screw up all the evidence, lady.” he held up weird blue rubber gloves and cotton protection for shoes.
A few minutes later, I stood over the bloody body. Kayne came up to my side. “Sorry Bill.” he said quietly. My head bobbed up. “Wait a minute. You knew this guy?” I asked. “Yeah.” Kayne sounded sad. “I talked to Bill Graham a few times. He was a nice guy. Too bad he ended up like this. Had a wife and a toddler.” I gasped. ‘How sad...’ I thought. Kayne bent down to inspect Bill. “Hmmm, weird.” Kayne mumbled. “What? What is it?” I bent down to look at Bill. Bill looked like he was in his late twenties. Blonde hair, green dead eyes that looked into space, and his W.R.O suit. “Look at his heart.” kayne poited at his left shoulder where his heart should of been. I a hole went right through his shoulder. “Someone ripped out his heart.” I felt my self go white. “Hey! Your not gonna puke or anything right? If you are, there’s a can over there.” Kayne was worried that I’d hurl on him.
“No. I’m fine. It’s just...” I trailed off a bit. “It’s just what?” Kayne asked. “There’s only one person I know who could do such a thing.” I got up and ran over to Lauren. “Lauren! There’s something I have to- ” “I know Haleigh.” Lauren was up against the wall, with her arms crossed. ‘She must of listened to Kayne’s and I’s conversation.’ I thought. “Well, did you get her-” I was cut off. “I got all their scents except for Shelke’s.” I gasped. “But- there all dead! You saw Rosso’s death and I saw Azul’s death too. How could this happen?” “I don’t know.” Lauren said. “Only thing to do now,” Lauren turned her back to me. “Is report this back to the boss.”
***

That night we all returned home, worried. Our worst fears had now come true. The Tvseits were back. Shelke had looked around the air port and came to the conclusion that they came to gather at this place. Bill Graham must of found out about it. Probably was snooping to find out what they were doing, but Rosso the Crimson must of found him. Reeve looked really depressed when we told him the news. I went home, feeling sick. Like really sick. I sat in the bathroom waiting to puke or something but no such thing had happened. I thought calling Ben and telling him the grave news. But I did not. I didn’t want to ruin his special night with the boys. I brushed my teeth, put my pajamas on, and my hair in a pony tail. I didn’t feel like eating.
I laid in bed. I felt the moonlight fall on the bed. I stared at the ceiling for a long time. Bill Graham’s dead face and body ran in my head. Everyone’s words swirled in my head like a tornado. ‘Why is this happening?’ The only word that stood out in my head. I reached under my pillow. I pulled out a 8' inch Bowie hunting knife. I slowly twirled it around between my fingers. I caught the reflection of the moon in the knife. Glowing pure white with its soft grey craters. Man in the moon. I put the knife underneath the pillow again, and finally went to sleep.

End of Day One