Scarlet's City - Shia Naawl (reading like a writer TXT) 📗

you’re not going to try and kill me for now?’
‘I want your help to find the mages.’
‘It’s my problem because...’ I said. I didn’t need more baggage into this whole bullshit fest. I had more problems about getting the supernatural community to except and swear by blood oath to the Mistress of the City before the damn City goes into a fucking KA-BOOM!
‘Because if you don’t, no allegiance with us for you.’ He said to me like a five-year-old-child.
‘You think it’s the mages I want to have allegiance with?’ I scoffed. They were powerful but if it’s vampires between mages, I pick vampires every single damn time but who am I to judge? Adrian was the best guy so far to try and attempt to kill me –and he was a mage.
‘We can fucking make a nuclear bomb out of nothing but thin air and make every last being in this City go KA-BOOM!’ He used his hands and fingers to emphasize on KA-BOOM!
Okay, point taken. They can control the elemental side hands down and yet, ‘God’ had to give them a little extra something like clairvoyants and shit. I didn’t really think of that –maybe because human was in the vocab under of the word, mage. They were good and if they knew how to use and wield they’re powers right, then I have no doubt that they can very well make the City go KA-BOOM!
‘You’re representing the whole of the mages?’ I asked.
‘Scout’s honour -on Pythia’s behalf anyway.’
‘What about the all-bets-are-off-when-we-find-the-mages thing?’ I asked.
He shrugged.
‘It’s half a mil. You sure you wanna past that up?’
‘I’ve got money in the bank –a fuck-load more.’ He said.
‘Then we have a deal.’
He got up and gulped the rest of the mint tea down. ‘That’s some good shit. Where did you get it from?’
‘Do I look like the type to drink tea and eat cookies?’ I said as I raised an eyebrow at him.
‘Guess not. My sword.’ He said as he crossed his arms around his chest, causing his muscles to do a rippling effect. Damn, he was same fiiinnnee ass for a mage.
I grabbed the sword hilt of the sword that was nicely settled by my side and actually looked at it. The hilt was so thick that my hand couldn’t go all the way round. The hilt was simply covered in brown-black leather and the bottom of the hilt gleamed of silver. The blade was long and straight –it also reeked of silver. It was a plain simple sword but there was something striking about it. I fell in love with the sword. I used fingertips to slide across the thin blade; it was sharp enough to draw blood even with the slightest touch. It was damn sharp alright.
I turned my gaze over to Adrian who was watching me. He smiled. ‘Isn’t she beautiful?’
‘She is but be careful not to say that to your woman.’ I said.
‘You’re holding her already. Mona meet Scarlet and Scarlet, meet Mona.’
I shook my head and threw it to him that was caught with absolute precision. While he raised the sword high with both hands, he smiled. ‘I’ll be in touch.’ Then he slammed his sword down into the marble floor and vanished with a bright white light.
Well, he certainly knew how to make an exit.


Chapter 4

I didn’t know whether to fuck this shit and run for it or remember the pride I have and stay still.
‘Ow! What the hell? You want to poke me to death?’ I said –irritated since it was the hundredth time she bloody stabbed me with a silver pin. I’ve been standing on a damn wooden box for over two hours in counting. I swear Madame-fucking-Teresa (her real name, btw –without the verbal curse of course.) was out to get me with pins fucking flying.
‘I wouldn’t have pricked you if you kept still!’ She snapped back. Madame Teresa was my sister’s personal maid/secretary/tailor and many more things I didn’t even know about. Madame Teresa was a psychic and fully human. The psychic part was still to riddle to me as she only smiled in response every time I asked her. This woman was frustrating and couldn’t she use, I don’t know, an iron pin instead of silver? Jeez! This woman should be on the fucking magazine as a voodoo priestess with me as a fucking doll.
Madame Teresa was an old fragile human and treats me like I’m not the big bad wolf who could break every bone in her body without a thought –which intrigued me in the first place. She had thin grey-white hair and wrinkles consumed her eyes, cheek, neck and mouth but not in a bitter-sour way but in a unicorns and rainbow sort of way. I’ll be damned but she had a strong unwavering spirit. I liked her but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be a right old hag when she should just shut the hell up.
‘Stand still!’ She said in the tone of a mother scolding a child. I had a feeling that I was the child.
I scowled in response. Petty and childish but what the fuck can I say to her if all the sentences I can think of has at least one curse. Damn it. When in doubt, shut the fuck up. It works every time and this was a pretty good time to zip my mouth. Damn it! The woman rendered me speechless and I was hardly ever speechless.
‘Don’t you scowl at me, young lady! Show some respect to your elders!’
‘I’m centuries older than you Madame Teresa.’ I said amusingly.
‘Yeah, when you have wrinkles on your face, give me a call but until then, I see nothing but a childish immortal child. Didn’t you mama ever taught you how to be polite?’
‘My mother abandoned me and my twin.’ I said plainly.
You think you might get maybe, I don’t know, a little sympathy out of the woman but she just dismissed it and pointed her crooked finger at me. I could see the fire in her pale blue eyes.
‘Enough of this back-talk too.’ She started.
I flung my arms in the air, in attempt of trying to get through to the woman but all I did was causing the needle-work from my dress to prick me deeply. ‘Fuc-‘
‘Enough of that foul mouth of your too or I’ll put chilli in your mouth.’ She warned.
‘Isn’t it supposed to be soap instead of chilli?’ I said as I raised an eyebrow at her.
‘Chilli. Soap don’t do you much good, I tell you. To stop you from your foul mouth, I want to burn it out of you not use soap to merely cover it.’
Well, fuck. I’m seriously glad I wasn’t her kid.
She went back to making adjustment with the damn dress. Why-o-why am I getting a dress fitted? Damn fucking Christopher believed I had to look good at the meetings I have to go to. Why am I enduring this and not just tell Christopher to go fuck a tree? One simple reason, he knew what he was doing and I’ll be damned if I didn’t wipe that smirk on his face as he leaned on the wall opposite the three mirrors facing me. Why can’t I go in my normal get-up but have more flashy toys, like grenades, surrounding me? I don’t know, go fucking ask Christopher.
My dress was in the same colour as my light brown caramel skin. That was another difference me and Carmine had. Skin colour. While hers’ was a nice shade of ivory, I took my father’s side and inherited his light brown skin. Mixing with my mother, I came out a light shade of brown which made it look like a permanent tan. The dress was one of those strappy ones that were over the shoulders and shiny material that hugged my body. It went down for a very generous V –and there was no way in hell I’d wear this dress without a bra, Christopher can so much fuck a fucking chair if he wanted to, my must-bra policy applies with everything. This dress was designed to be backless so the dress formed a soft arch just at the top of my ass to give it the full view of my smooth back. The dress was simple but showed off my curves and made me look taller than I actually am. It also had a slit going up my right thigh till it was about four inches from my pelvis.
Madame Teresa stood-up and circled around me and by the look of her satisfactory face, she done a damn good job of it. I looked in the mirror and to my horror; the first thing I thought of is that I might as well go in naked! It was just too damn sexy and who wants to wear a dress? I’ve had enough of that bullshit with corsets and damn petticoats. I don’t fucking wear dresses. Why? I’m not the type to wear even a damn skirt and I was more of a shorts and jeans type of gal. I don’t need this bullshit but if Christopher wasn’t right about image-means-everything to these vampires then fuck-me-to-hell I’ve got no choice. Damn it.
I turned to Christopher who was smirking at me.
‘I dare you to smirk again, Chrissy-boy. You wait and see what I’m gonna do to you.’
‘You won’t kill me.’ He said
‘And why the fu- I mean shizzle, won’t I kill you?’ I said incredulously
‘Who’s gonna help you in this if I die?’
‘Brian.’ I said instantly –knowing that was absolute bullshit that was coming from my mouth. Brian was as much as brain-dead when it came to supernatural bullshit. He knows how to fight and shit but this was waaayyy out of his league. Brian was the quiet one too. I think he never actually got over Carmine and looking for the traits of her in me. He was a good guard but he also had to guard outside. Damn fucking Christopher dibbed it first to who-gets-to-be-inside-with-Scarlet –childish right? I couldn’t so much as push him to go and wait with Brian since things can poof in and out to try and kill me at anytime –paranoid much?
Christopher gave me a look and he knew at that point he won the fight. Why don’t my own bodyguards have at least a tenth of respect for me? Fuck knows but I know for certain that if I fucking order it, they will follow or bye-bye birdie to him –that is.
I followed my gaze back to the mirror and looked closely at the woman that stared at me right back. Her dark red hair that came up to her waist was tied up in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were green and a shaped curvy mouth that was in a colour of a brownish purple-pink. Her skin was in a light brown colour that was equivalent to caramel. Her shoulders were wide and her waist small. Her muscles were will defined and her chest was small. The body was of an athlete, with rock-hard abs, legs that were long and strong and thighs were thick because of the muscle. Even though I was only 5ft 12, my pencil-like legs made me look tall.
This person looked exactly like me but changed. The person that stared before me wasn’t Scarlet anymore but Scarlet, the Mistress of the City.


Chapter five

The vampires were the first ones that I will officially announce my title as the Mistress of the City and I’m fucking nervous. I gulped hesitantly and kept pacing back and forth