Zev Kaufmann || The Big Bad Wolf (allthebetter) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-12-22 20:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | roxanne overby, zev kauffman |
Who: Zev Kaufmann & Roxanne Overby
What: “Congratulations, you’re a reincarnate.”
When: A week or so ago.
Where: The Overby Household
Warnings: Nothing at all. This is simply the Big Bad Wolf meeting Little Red Riding Hood. Whom he may have obsessed over for most of his life. There’s no need to be concerned, at all.
Zev nearly missed it. He’d grabbed the sheet of paper, glancing over news of his charges – and headed up to file some paperwork. He’d been half-way up the stairs when his eyes swept past a note on Alicia Webb (whom he vaguely remembered as thin and little issue) to one Roxanne Overby. New alert. But there was a word next to her name that made him freeze. His foot hovered above the stair and for a moment he didn’t breathe.
Red.
Even with his job as a caretaker, Zev had never expected to be assigned to the reincarnate. Know where she was, be able to keep an eye on her (as she was a girl in his mind, in every what-if scenario), yes. Be the one to break the news? It was a stroke of luck that left him with the upper hand. The chase, his plans, everything was at his finger-tips after far too many years.
He spun about, heading right out of the office – not caring for how it looked. His teeth flashed at those he passed, eyes alight. The MTN was never boarded faster, leaving him in Manchester with a revolting feeling that never felt better. An adjustment to his jacket and he was gone again, out to the streets and searching for an address. The fact that he hadn’t looked it up didn’t escape him – wandering did him enough good. He’d not been to Manchester in a few years. The surroundings were good to know, good to have in mind. Great to memorize. The Wolf and he were in constant discussion, reassuring, planning, imagining until Zev was forced to pull out his cell phone and make use of the GPS. A silent curse was the response when he realized he’d walked past it.
Five minutes later had him in front of the door, hearing a multitude of sounds behind. Zev paused before knocking, allowing a final moment of self-assessment. He knew his act. He knew what he had to do. The Wolf was in utter agreement. A hand reached up to comb through his curls, before he tugged down his dark jacket. He had no idea if his pants and jacket were the same color – that spectrum always blurred from his point of view. Did it matter? He frowned and reached up to knock at the door, a smile settling on his face. This was it.