Chapter Four
“McCartney, please give me the coffee picture.” Blaze said, leaning back in his great leather arm chair. The cup was blazing hot, but that was exactly what he wanted. The hot temperature of the liquid was going to help him think. “Alright, sense you two were with me during my talk with the lovely Cyri, what are your thoughts and views about this?”
“Other than the fact that she could prove useful to us in our campaign,” Stalin said. “I think that she is going to be a hard person to gang the trust of.”
“And what makes you say that, o' my brother?” Blaze said, looking at him.
“Well, I saw that she was shaking a little bit when we left. Also her reaction to you being Vincent's step brother was a major shock unto her. So, more than likely she will not be trusting anything that anyone has or will say to her because she will not know who to trust.”
“Interesting point there Stalin.” Blaze took a drink of his coffee. “What says you McCartney? Your perspective?”
“Other than you need to lay off the coffee before you have a heart attack,” McCartney said, clearing his voice so his English accent can be more understood. “I have no real say about this. I mean, like our wonderful Russian friend here,” He pointed at Stalin. “I think that if we gang her trust and her believe then we might have something of a chance of recruiting her and her friends.”
“You both think the same. Okay.” Blaze set his coffee cup on a near by table and let one of his cigarettes. He knew that his family hated the fact that he smoked. But if it was in his room, then who really gives a damn? “My thought is simple: I want her to be a part. We all have that one thing in common and, knowing her past with her parents, we will be needed.”
“Why exactly will her parents be doing?” Stalin asked, looking at McCartney.
“Well, in a nut shell, they have grown into heavy power over the years. Other than keeping tabs on their daughter, they are now in want of strong influence. And knowing their past, they will do anything in their power to try and get Cyri.”
“But, why? McCartney asked, looking puzzled.
“Well, that has to do with the next thing.” And when Blaze told them, they were all shocked at the audacity of what was to be attempted.
“Is that even legal?” They both, being McCartney and Stalin, said at once.
“With the right authority, anything is possible. You just wait and see. Once Cyri finds out what will happen, she will be wanting us to be at her side.”
“Are you going to be talking to her again?” Stalin asked, sitting down in an opposite arm chair from Blaze.
“In due time.” Blaze took a large breath of his cigarette. “But, in the mean time, I will let her learn some of this by herself. She is a big girl. She will need to know all about this world and how cruel and unfair it really is. All she had was a sample. That is not enough.”
She, by now, has lost count of how many times she had broken her alarm clock. After breaking this one by trying to shut it off, Cyri rolled on to her back and stared right at the ceiling. She knew that only two months remained of school, and they have became a drag. The house was usually cold as she jumped into the shower, hoping that the hot water would, at the very least, help her forget all about what was on her mind. It did no such thing.
Throwing on her cloths, not bothering to eat breakfast, she rushed outside and went straight to the bus stop. She just wanted to be alone that day. Like most other mornings. She missed Vincent when he would ride the bus, mostly because he was able to keep her entertained while the tedious ride went on.
Once the bus arrived, she went and just sank into the back, alone as usual. Then, would you know, Tad came on board. One thing that Cyri has noticed was that Tad was trying to copy Vincent's hair style of having the hair hang over most of his face, cloaking him from most of the sight. When Tad walked to the back of the bus, Cyri let out an agitated sigh.
“Look, do not bother talking to me today. Got it? I am not in the mood.” Cyri looked out of the window, hoping Tad would have heard her message. And it appeared that he did which would have been something of a first in a long while. She just could not understand, but she actually did at the same time. She knew that this was all started because of Vincent, by why would he still carry this act on, she did not know.
Once she entered the school and went into her homeroom, she was, as usual, by herself and alone. The other members of The Children Of Darkness where in their own homerooms, mostly grouped together, but she was mostly alone.
In the tote bag she carried around, she fished around for the current novel she was reading. It's title had something to do with kicking a hornet's nest and, in terms of the novel, was a wonderful metaphor to what the girl in the novel does. Getting half way threw it, the teacher looked up and called everyone to his attention.
“Listen up all of you.” he said, his voice rough. “Apparently we have a new student today. His name is -” Before he called out his name, he noticed this new student standing silently in the back. He could not have been there long, for Cyri would have noticed him. “Ah! Blaze! You are finally here!” Cyri turned around sharp and felt a strike of cold rush down her spine. “Everyone, this is Blaze Bachman. He will be here for the remainder of the school year.” Blaze looked around, saw Cyri, and sat next to her.
“Enchante, Madam.” He said as he took his seat. While he was taking his seat, some memories of the attack and the confrontation with him earlier entered her head. It was only until the teacher spoke did she go back to reality,
“Well,” said the teacher, “I will be back momentarily. Try not to slaughter each other.” When he left, Blaze turned toward Cyri. Blaze had a little smirk at the statement that was said.
“How have you been recently?” Blaze took a sip of some beverage that he had in a black coffee canister in his hand.
“How about you tell me why the fuck you are in my classroom to begin with and why did you even change schools?” Cyri exclaimed, though she had a pretty good idea as to why.
“To be honest, I only changed my classes. You see, I have been going to this school for the past year. You just never seemed to notice me at all. Which, to be frank, is rather sad. Now, the reason why I am here is that you are a rather interesting person and as such, I would like to get to know you a bit better than what I already do, if that is not too much of a crime in this world?” Cyri took a deep breath.
“I suppose it’s not. But, I want to make this clear: I am not in the mood to talk today so, please, leave me alone.”
“Well, that is, too bad.” Blaze said. “You see, I am a rather talkative person and as such, I like to speak. So, tell me what is on your mind or can I guess?”
“You can guess for all I care.” Cyri said, turning away.
“It has to do with Vincent and your longing and lust for him to be back here.” When Blaze said that, Cyri froze still and slightly turned her head. Blaze just smiled. “Oooo! That's a bingo!” She just looked at him incredulously. “That is the way you say it: That's a bingo?”
“You just say Bingo.” Cyri said, in a voice that was a mix between annoyed and saddened.
“Bingo! How fun!” Blaze said, with something of a chuckle. “Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. I take it that the reason why you are rather sad has to do with Vincent.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I am good that way. And you look a little touched.”
“What does that suppose to mean in relation to me?”
“It means that you miss Vincent to no end, and that you might have learned something very shocking unto you and you wish that you could tell him all about it. And noticing the look of disappointment on your face, I can tell that you have had no luck in contact with him.”
“Wow. You make my good friend Holmes jealous.” Cyri said.
“I tend to make him wish he was me every once in a while.”
“While you quote films?” When Cyri said that, Blaze chuckled under his breath.
“A terrible habit of mine. Like me smoking and drinking the total amount of coffee that would be the equation to that of an Irish town drunk.” After that, they were both quiet for a few moments, not wanting to talk to one another.
“Do you hate that?” Blaze said after a few moments.
“Hate what?”
“Uncomfortable silence. You know it means you have found someone special. So special that you can just shut the fuck up and comfortably share silence with one another.” Blaze had something of a smile on his face. Cyri wanted to slap him.
“We are no where near that yet and you are starting to get on my nerves.” Cyri said, beyond agitated.
“Oh, excuse me. A thousand pardons mistress. I am just trying to be friendly.”
“Well, I do not which to be your friend.”
“Sooner or later, you will find yourself rethinking that. Most people I end up helping do end up saying that some time in the future and in your case, that might come soon.” Cyri gave him a questioning look.
“And what, prey, do you mean by that?”
“All good things to those who wait. In the mean time, I would just be keeping my head in Swedish crime fiction. It might be changing your life soon in the future. Or even for that matter, you might be living in it.” Blaze said, leaning back when the teacher returned to the room. They were both silent for the rest of the time.
Once that class was let out, the rest of the day had been lonely for Cyri. Yes, she saw her friends at lunch, but either her girl friends had boyfriends and were trying to start something of a stereotypical teen film romance and her guy friends were either talking about some random topic that suited no interest to her. The only thing that she knew was that this sucked.
Later on, when she got home, she logged onto her computer to find that Vincent went and sent her an email.
RE: Update #1
Hey Cyri!
The only thing I have to say about moving is: Good. God. Do I hate it. I mean, when we moved down their last year, I thought that would be the last place I would ever have to move to. But, look at me now.
The area itself is pretty much bland for at the moment. We got moved into out new house yesterday and this entire day, me and mom had been trying to set up the house. It is larger than the one in Colorado, and that is something of a plus for me. I will be starting school next week so hopefully I will have something worth while to tell you about the kids here.
Now, onto this Blaze character. The only thing I can as to about him is that I want you to befriend him for a while, see if we can gang his trust. Do things like record conversations with him, give me updates about him, give me things that I can use to determine if we can trust him or not.
I will be honest: I miss you to no end Cyri. I wish to God or whoever that I was still living down there with you and everyone else. Even if it meant that I would have to suffer with fucking Tad. I would just so I can be with you. I will try and find a way to visit sometime. Maybe during the winter of something like that.
Well, I have to go now. I love you to no end and I want you to never forget that.
Your's forever,
Vincent GesuDio.
After Cyri read that message, she just sat at her desk and allowed a few tears to fall from her face.
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