Liliya Kennedy (evenindeath) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-09-07 20:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-21, amanda, liliya |
It's not just the sun that is hurting my head now
Who: Amanda and Liliya
Where: Town Hall
When: 4:00 p.m. or so
Liliya was ignoring her phone. Deliberately. The last time that she had looked at it it had been lighting up with her sire's phone number and the very last thing that she wanted to do was answer the phone and hear the drawled 'well?' that she knew was going to be on the other end. 'Well what?' would not be a good response, especially not in the tone that Liliya would have intended to deliver it in. The news had completely blind-sided her. She had been sitting in her office, trying to sort out the mess that her "boss" had made of his files when her secretary had come bursting in, babbling about the news and how Liliya needed to come see the television right now. Only Ashley's wide eyes and completely earnest expression had stopped Liliya from telling her exactly what she could do with her overreaction... that had turned out to be nothing of the sort. For the news had been going on about how there was a vampire student enrolled at Scarlet Oak High School who had showed up for orientation and would be attending classes starting Monday. What? One word. One simple word, but it had been echoing around inside of Liliya's heard since and it had taken her all of five minutes to inform Ashley that it was now her job to sort through the files because there were more important things for her to do. Please, who actually believed that she viewed her job as 'Chief Adviser to the City Administrator' as more important than what she did for the Cyri? Other than the Administrator and various other human officials, but Liliya did not think too highly of their intelligence. If they were that good at what they did then they would be just like her and see as she did. Instead of thinking that things like road taxes, the new wing of the hospital and other such nonsense was more important than the possibility of a vampire lynching mob in Scarlet Oak.
Truthfully, Liliya should have stayed in her office and had a glass of angelic before she took off for Scarlet Oak. It would have calmed her nerves and kept her from drumming her fingers on the wheel as she drove. But if she stayed in her office then that made it easier to find her. At that moment the last thing that she wanted was to be found by any of the other Cyri. Every single one of them was older than her and that was bad enough, but what if they thought that she knew what was going on like Maureen likely did? Oh god, oh god, please don't let Michael hear. Please don't let him think I did this. We don't even have any teenagers! Or vampires who look like they could be teenagers. Who does?' She could think of no vampire that she knew in Scarlet Oak or even the general area who had been turned when they were still young enough to pass for high school age. Liliya's fingers tangled in the necklace she was never without as she counted to twenty several different times to try and get her thoughts back under control. Having a mind full of conflicting thoughts would do nothing but leave her with too many things to say. She was not going to show up at town hall and just glare until she was allowed to see the mayor. Words would be needed and for words she needed to be at least some measure of calm.
By the time she had parked and strode into the building, Liliya had collected herself. On the outside if not on the inside, even if that brief stint in the sun had left her feeling a little faint. There was a small vial of fae blood in her purse that she might need to think about drinking before she went back outside if she did not want to have a headache and a serious desire to pass out by the time she got home. Not even pausing to acknowledge the various other people in the building, Liliya headed right for the room that she wanted. Only to stop in the adjoining because she realized that the woman sitting behind the desk was not the temp that had been so easy to browbeat with just a look and a vague knowledge of who she was. Oh no, that was Amanda Blake. Calvert. Blake-Calvert. What-the-hell ever I don't care! I doubt being married has done anything wonderful for her views. Liliya glanced at Amanda and resisted the urge to press her fingers against her forehead or let out an irritated sigh. "Is the mayor in?" Of course he was in, she could smell him through the door. Her nose wanted to wrinkle at the scent; his blood combined with the scent that Amanda left in the air did nothing at all for her appetite. The news was playing somewhere nearby. Liliya wished that she knew someone in broadcasting who could make that stop before it incited people.