Capítulo 3: Back to School, Really?
Indigo groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. The headache was brewing stronger than the Ceylon tea in his cup. "Callista," he sighed, his voice as dry as a vampire's sense of humour, "your monthly body count is starting to resemble a speed dating on… fast-forward."
Callista, mid-chomp on a steak, froze like a bat caught in headlights. Sprawled across his leather "throne" (read: overstuffed armchair), a single eyebrow arched perceptively. "Not my fault," she mumbled, taking another bite, "they were positively bloodthirsty for my company, literally."
"But," Indigo sighed, equal parts exasperation and amusement, "how can we find the Vampire Queen if you keep turning her henchmen into dust bunnies?"
"Maybe she should upgrade her minions," Callista grumbled, eyeing the file on his desk. "Like Lukas the Conqueror, couldn't handle rejection like a civilised undead gentleman. RIP, charming chap."
Indigo sighed again, a permanent fixture on his face. "Years tracking her, here in this city with the unfortunate name of Metamorphosis," he winced. "And our best lead got dusted instead of, say, interrogated?"
"Find someone else then, Watcher!" Callista challenged, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Ask Damien, I bet he'd be 'gentler.'"
"The Queen, unfortunately, has a thing for brooding bad boy vampires. Damien scares them off quicker than garlic and holy water." Indigo muttered, typing furiously. Three leads down, none to go.
Callista chuckled. "Hulk on steroids, more like it. No wonder her minions steer clear. So, am I your only hope, then?" she smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"Indeed. The Queen needs better taste in lackeys, ones that don't crumble like stale croissants under your blade."
"Who's next on the menu?" Callista purred, her voice a playful whisper near his ear.
Indigo nearly choked on his tea. "Perhaps we start small? Maybe... breaking a twig?"
Callista arched an eyebrow, her gaze scanning his immaculate study, where every book was shelved with military precision. "Point taken," Indigo conceded, his voice tight with a mixture of apprehension and amusement. "Next is… we're out of leads, which means…"
Callista raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Maybe we should ditch the whole… 'capturing the Queen' thing," she challenged, taking another bite of her steak. "Judging by her taste in men, she's not exactly Mensa material."
Indigo, well aware of the oil stain forming on his shoulder, resisted the urge to banish her to the guest room. He stood up, swapping his now-ruined blazer for a fresh one. "It's bespoke, Callista! And underestimating our undead enemy is foolish, even for someone with your… unique charm."
Callista chuckled, twirling a raven-black lock of hair. "Indeed, Watcher. Perhaps it's my aura that attracts these bloodsuckers like moths to a particularly stylish flame."
He turned, eyeing her by the window. She was right, in her own way. Vampires were drawn to her like moths to a flame, a flame that burned with a mix of vulnerability, defiance, and impeccable, albeit alternative, fashion sense. "We're… almost out of options, Callista."
"Maybe a few more nights prowling the clubs?" Callista suggested hopefully, her fingers fiddling with her obsidian rings.
Indigo smiled, a hint of mischief. "No need. Remember what we discussed if you failed to capture any leads?" His smile widened as apprehension morphed Callista's face.
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Years of hunting ancient vamps, now back to...school? Callista scoffed, leaving the top three buttons undone on her crisp white shirt. Dusting imaginary dirt off her black skirt, she pulled her stockings to mid-thigh, her back choker a dark star against pale skin. Marching out, she met Indigo's smug grin with a glare.
Indigo, the ever-secretive Watcher, had been prepping for this day. This mysterious Silverkeep Academy, housing both supernatural beings and gifted humans. A supposed peace offering after centuries of conflict.
Sounds good, except only the elite got in, a secret society for the 0.1%. While impressed by Indigo's rabbit-in-a-hat trick, Callista couldn't help but groan.
Rich snobs, yes.
Ego the size of Ur-anus, absolutely.
Now amplified by supernatural abilities? Triple check, bolded, underlined, highlighted.
"Use this instead," he smiled, holding out a vial. "Scent-masking perfume. School has rules, no smoking."
Hesitantly, Callista sprayed the perfume on her pulse point. An unexpected wave of warm oak washed over her. Not entirely unpleasant, she had to admit.
"You just remembered this now?" she deadpanned, "My lungs appreciate your fashionable, albeit tardy, invention."
Indigo chuckled, glasses glinting. "Masking your scent is R&D hell. Almost impossible, until now." His smile widened. "Ready, Astra?"
Callista growled. "Astra? Seriously? Like a star?"
"Indeed," he said, eyes twinkling. "A rare one. Now, the Queen's in the Academy, but killing's restricted. Find her, lure her out, then we capture her."
Any description?" Callista grumbled, hopping in the car. "Besides her… unique menu?"
"Brunette, golden eyes, huge appetite," Indigo muttered, eyeing her to buckle up. "One man a night. You're safe, though."
"So, look for a body outside her door?" Callista scoffed. "Academy has anti-killing spells, right? We need to lure her out. Why not bomb the whole place?" she shouted over the earsplitting music.
Indigo sighed, turning off the radio. "High-profile human students. This is their safe haven."
"Why would humans want to study with the undead?" Callista muttered, turning the music back on.
"Ever let a vampire bite you?" Indigo murmured, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
"Do I need to ask?" Callista growled.
"Let's just say the Queen isn't the only one with a taste for bad boys...and girls."
Callista groaned, mentally adding "horny egoistic-elites" to her list of problems. Maybe she should update her resume.
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