A Storm Is Coming || Drabble
Characters involved: Adrianna Borgia [lupusxprinceps], Mithian Pope [mithianx], & Michelle Cleary. Timeframe: Early evening, Tuesday October 28th, 2014.
The Elder’s Council was on edge. That much was obvious by the constant and hushed muttering throughout the town and the worried looks on their kid’s faces at school.
As if they didn’t pick up on the shift.
They, most kids and teenagers-- especially in this town-- didn’t get enough credit for their powers of perception.
Strigoi attacks were becoming a larger and larger issue as of late, seemingly getting closer to their town and the disconnect between the Alchemists and the council, as well as the other factions, wasn’t helping matters. At least when Marcus Finch was the Head Alchemist in Dalcrest there was more of a dialogue between what they knew and what the council knew. It was the way things worked in this town but there was no talking to Keith Darnell. At least based on what Mithian had said when Adrianna had brought up talking with him. He seemed to want as little to do with the Supernatural elements of the town as possible which meant members of the council weren’t going to be getting any more information than the minimum which was necessary to keep the alliance until Marcus’ return.
And then there was the issue of the dhampir Guardians who seemed to be closing ranks to some extent. Major Strigoi attacks were happening and they were getting closer to town and she supposed more importantly, to them, closer to their royal court. Still, they seemed more open to sharing information most of the time, and when they weren't, the council could usually count on at least one of the Rousseau’s to know something-- they were Moroi after all.
The problem was, no one really seemed to know what was going to happen next. It was clear that the attacks seemed to be purposefully coming closer but for what reason was anyone’s guess. It didn’t seem smart-- even for soulless monsters-- to come fangs blazing to a territory that housed werewolves, hunters, and more. Unless there was some sort of organised plan. But even then-- a sigh escaped Adrianna’s lips as she lounged near the lake on the Cleary’s side. Michelle Cleary--a ghost and her friend, sat next to her and Mithian Pope (she’d always call her that even if the rest of the world seemed to know her as Mithian Zharkov) sat about a foot away petting a wild rabbit. Mithian’s affinity for animal empathy always had amazed Adrianna.
“I just wish there was something we could do. I feel like we’re all just sitting around waiting for something to happen.” Adrianna exclaimed. “I’ve got some of the V.S. looking into things but to be honest I don’t think the Alchemists or the Guardians know much more than we do.” Mithian chimed in as a critical look creased Adrianna’s features. “I know what you’re thinking and that’s not the case and you know it.” Michelle began, directing her comment toward Adrianna. That resulted in an eyebrow raise from her. “You both are trusted to help run huge companies and you’re not even twenty yet. Plus they all voted to give you guys your parent’s seats on the council. They trust you, the rest of the council wouldn’t keep things from you just because you’re young.” Michelle continued. “I know, I know. I just--” Adrianna began. “-- have a bad feeling you can’t quite place? Yeah, me too.” Mithian cut in. “It’s just with the Fest going and the body of that girl from the college found recently I feel like if something is in the works this would be the time it’d go down.” Adrianna revealed as her eyes watched the rabbit jump out of MIthian’s arms and disappear into the woods. “I don’t want to see innocent people get hurt.” “None of us do.” Michelle said, though there was a certain tragic irony to her words. After all, Michelle had been an innocent who had been killed by a Mutt and none of them wanted to see something like that happen again. Her death was actually one of the reasons Adrianna had begun to push certain ideas with her family which they didn't share. But that was a whole other topic for another day.
The discussion went on like that for another half-hour before Mithian set off back to campus, Adrianna made her way to help out with things at the festival, and Michelle poofed to go to the haunted trails. After all, if you were a semi- corporeal ghost-- especially in this town-- might as well use that to your advantage and scare a few kids while you’re at it. Still, as the day went on, as the week went on, there was a growing feeling of dread which seemed to plague them.
It felt like a storm was coming. A storm beyond any they had yet encountered.