The fench girl was fed up of being home alone in the house that Geller had picked for them. She knew that some of the people he'd taken in still slept there occasionally, but for the past month at least, it had been more like spooksville than anything else. Pulling out her cell phone, she pulled up every number sh'd managed to get a hold of, some of them being quite surprising and sent out a mass text to everyone.
'Hey guys. I'm getting sick of being in this big old place by myself! Where is everyone? And where the hell is my cousin? Has anyone seen him lately? It's like he disapeared off the face of the planet. What's going on? And how come I am always the last one to know everything? Screw this! I'm going out! Someone call me and let me know what's going on or else I'm just gonna take my happy ass back to France!'
Sending the text, Zoe pushed up off the bed and changed into the dress she'd bought earlier while out shopping. She was tired of feeling like she was walking on thi ice. She was going to see the twins! Hopefully that would at least set her in a better mood. Slipping her feet into a strappy pair of sandals, she left without a second glance back. Maybe she would get lucky and someone would text her back before she actually did what she threatened to do.
The petite vampire had been scarce for the past month, helping the younger vampire with mastering his powers, and wanting at the same to keep the vampire away from her beloved faimly, lest one day that love be turned against her. When she recieved Zoe's text, silver eyes widened slightly. She had not heard from Geller since the night of her confession. The memory of that night, and how it had turned out still managed to pierce her more than she would ever let anyone know. When he'd never come back, it had been as if a little part of her had died.
After that the only thing she'd heard from him had been a day or two later, when he'd sent her a text about having something really important to take care of. As far as Nike knew, that had been it. He hadn't tried contacting her further, and she'd decided to let him go, figuring he was where he wanted to be. However, this text from his cousin was unsettling. It made her wonder if something else had been going on all along. Quickly her fingers flew over the keys of her phone to tap in a reply.
'I have not seen your cousin in quite some time sweet one. I am sorry I have been away, but it was mostly for your protection. Perhaps you should try contacting his girlfriend. That is the last place I knew him to be.'
She sent the message without another thought, but still something bothered her, and she figured she would take matters into her own hands and start doing a little investigation into her Shaggy Knight's whereabouts.
What has good ol' crazy Dee Dee been up to? Why, trying to open up a weaponry shop, that's what! Over the past few months she had been in contact with a leaser to lease a building to her, the department of firearms to know what weapons to sell (even though she wanted to retrieve the weapons she has from the military), and trying to keep herself busy so that she's not going insane without Sirus, Silent, Venus, Maya and Hair---....that was strange. Hair Gel had always been around, but lately he hasn't. He always left a trail of his saccharine, manly aroma everywhere he went, but alas, there was no trail to be smelled. There were no echoes of his addicting, boisterous laughter to be heard. There were no random gifts he would leave his best friend on her bed. And there was definitely no beer fully stocked in the fridge!
While in the middle of calling the leaser, her phone chimed, and there was a text message from Zoe asking where her cousin was. Dee hung up on the leaser and responded back.
"Zoe, I have no idea where Hair Gel is. I just noticed that he's been gone lately. I don't smell him. I don't see him. And I can't pick up on a trail that would lead us to him. I think it's time for a search party. Let's gather everyone and meet tonight at the crib. Dee."
Jenna's phone buzzed, and she glanced over from her work. The office of Paix was generally peaceful, low lit, the sound of trickling water and the tap of the keyboard. She picked up the phone expecting it to be one of the tigers or Alex.
Her brows lifted. Geller's family was looking for him? The last they spoke, weeks ago infact, they had parted with the intention of parting apparently. Or so it seemed when no contact by either was made.
A cold grip in her gut made her pause, then she texted back. '
"I have not seen Geller in weeks. I assumed he was busy with his business and his family. Let me know if you find him, I'll make a few calls, see if I can find out anything."
She put the phone down, leaning forward in the chair, propping her elbows on her desk. She took a breath, then stood, headed toward her living quarters, she had calls to make.
Traveling through this city congested streets was never an easy thing. Side-walks mimic the same clogging from all the pedestrians heading in their own designated direction. You could imagine how beautiful the neon lights were as they brought to life a city that never sleeps. Above the cluster, heated ambiance, and pollution that Manhattan infected. It did not affect individuals in an upscale skyscraper on the twentieth floor were a celebration party was being held. The guest list alone had elite folks from various places –magazine editors, newspaper, radio & television corporations, musicians to note a few. Expensive chiefs, waiters, and waitress were employed to help bring a remarkable array of good foods and beverages to the guest. The food was spread across a banquet table elaborately decorated to show off the culinary beauty to inspire anyone to eat. In the middle of this table was a chiseled ice sculpture, with a liquid blue water fountain spilling down it into a bunch bowel. Many tuxedo dressed men and eloquently dressed woman congregated around here. Others were speaking to the hostess in discussion to her latest accomplishment.
“Venus your documentary show intrigued me. You voice kept me a virtual prisoner to the station. I look forward to the next show. Can you give us any hints?” Tomas Scott from rolling stones magazine stated as his masculine fingers carefully held up a flute glass filled with expensive champagne in honor to Venus. His eyes idolized the rare vision before him. Those that mingled in this group followed the same token toast lifting it up in her honor, as the all turned to stare at her at once just to learn more about the direction of her radio show?
Pivoting about to interact with the conversation Venus modeled off her hot red sequence cocktail dress. Those pump heels easily avoided a careless snagging on the carpet as she approached. Her sensuous hips swayed back and forth letting the hem of her dress, above the knee’s, to beat against those tan smooth upper thighs. Venus hair had been professionally styled upwards with hair pins decorated with pearls. As she breathed that exotic nature of her throat was accessorized with a pearl choker necklace. In the front was a dark ruby broach to make it all the more glamorous. Her manicure painted right pointer finger lightly made circles about the top of her flute glass as her other hand held it near her cleavage base. She gave a shallow breath by Tomas compliment. Was this really happening? Still it was hard to believe she’d come so far. A woman who use to steal, murder to survive the mafia’s greed? Recollecting all the times she had to run from place, to place with opportunity for stability? Then she met Geller and had a family who helped adjust her life-style for the better.
“Thank you Tomas. It surprised me how fast my radio show contributions would move me to more serious talk shows.“ Uplifting her glass she drank to his complimentary words. Knowing the other individuals anxiously waited to sedate their palate with their beverage –lushes. Pulling the flute glass from her swollen red lipstick lips she descended those mascara eyelashes humbly down mid point to her pupils to inspect that lipstick mark on the rim. Sweetly she gave little information about the next show. “Now Tomas it wouldn’t be fair to tell you everything. However, if you’ll excuse me I need to powder my nose?”
The powder room – a much more lady like way to say you have to use the washroom. Venus apartment, where the party was hosted, had two of them. One for those in the central gathered living room and another one in her bedroom. Maneuvering through the labyrinth of guest she arrived at her bedroom and slipping out of the scene were none of them could follow. Closing the door behind her she leaned against it exhaustedly. Her sea-green eyes looked around the dark room. It was only lit up by the neighboring skyscraper lights. Surveying the room with sadden heart they fell upon a picture on her night stand. Easing off the door she strolled to that picture and abducted it off its perch. There they were her Geller family. Right thumb feathered affectionately over each one of them heart-achingly causing a slight streak to smudge the glass. Must be the grease from that fried shrimp she ate?
“We had good times mmm my family?” Venus spoke to them as if they were all able to hear her. Returning the picture frame back to its original origin, she started to walk towards the washroom in order to find tissue paper to wipe off that streak. That is when her cell phone went off on her dresser. Pausing in her steps wondering if she should check later? A gut instinct egged her on not to ignore it. Immediately the message was read and Venus felt herself having to read it again. Debating for a second before texting back….
“Hey sis. I’m in Manhattan New York. No I haven’t seen him. He hasn’t even called me since I left. Which is strange for him to do so –certainly not like him? “ – Venus hit reply feeling maybe that was the end. Wanting nothing more to keep her distance, but you know that feeling where you know something is amiss? She responded a second time – “ I’ll make a flight out to New Orleans tomorrow. Not that he can’t handle himself but doesn’t mean I can’t keep you from spazing? See you soon Zoe”
Many theories went through her mind over his absences. It wouldn’t hurt to do a quick visit to assure everything was alright? Though he was the bane of her heart she’d be damned leave him stranded. After all he was always there for her. Cell phone keypad was meticulously pressed upon before lifted to her right ear. “ Yes, I’d like to purchase a round trip flight to New Orleans please “
- Maya was spending two months of the summer at Cambridge for a summer abroad program that focused on writing, theatre, pubs, boys. Whoops. Well, maybe not those last two. Geller had seen her off to the airport when she left town and when she got the text from Zoe she figured the whole thing must be a joke. -
"Don't go to France bitch, come to England and visit me! What do you mean Geller is missing?"
-Sitting in the pub she chewed at the thick blossom of her lower lip wondering if it really could be just a joke. Zoe wasn't texting back and that was definitely strange. Then her phone buzzed on the bar and she leapt upon it with quick hands to see what her strange best friend was playing at. Except the return message wasn't from Zoe, it was Dee Dee.-
