I’m putting this forward as my Friday Flash today. A bit different to previous.
Tiaden Dawn – Re-write.
By Shen Hart.
I hate waiting. Of course I knew exactly why they kept me waiting – it was a power play. They were demonstrating that this was running to their time, they were the dominant party here. That alone got my hackles up, it was an arrogant move to try and make but I wanted the money so that I could move on. I didn’t like hanging around anywhere for too long, keep moving, don’t get caught, that was how I lived. I wasn’t running away, well I didn’t think so at that point in time. I just, didn’t want to be trapped.
I sighed heavily and tried to remain relaxed, if I looked stressed and grumpy when they arrived that was a point to them, I wasn’t going to give them any satisfaction. The summer night air was surprisingly dry with a refreshing whisper of a breeze, I tried to stop myself fidgetting in frustration by getting out and leaning on my car. The small carpark wasn’t very well lit but we were practically in the middle of no-where, no council was going to waste money giving light to stoners.
A vehicle finally came down the narrow country lane, its lights dipped as it slowed and turned into the carpark. Fifteen minutes late, assholes. I put a polite smile on my face, ungritted my teeth and focused on the job at hand. It was just another transaction, money, freedom. A large 4×4 truck pulled up next to my old muscle car, some part of the contrast between the large attention seeking 4×4 and my old car made me smile. They were all about supposed respect, I just enjoyed my vehicle and wanted to get on with things. Shaking my head a little I re-gained my focus and pulled the rucksack off the backseat.
Everything had to be done right, the slightest mistake on my part could lose me a lot more than just my money. As the tall man stepped out of his truck, I felt a slight shimmer in the local energies. There was a change, something or someone else was here. We weren’t humans, that was a given. The men were some form of draconic thing, I hadn’t bothered paying much attention. They were paying good money for something I could fake, the details didn’t matter. This other being though, it was niggling in the back of my mind. I shrugged it off and made firm eye-contact with the tall man. He towered over me with his frame being almost twice as broad as my own, it took a lot more than that to intimidate me.
He stared at me licking his lips as his two smaller partners stood either side of him, it was a little ritual if you will. Staring at each other, not a word spoken as we waited for the other to submit. He had already pushed his luck being so late, I wasn’t going to break and lower my eyes as well. I allowed some of my predatory side to flash through my eyes as my patience was waning, it was just enough to make his nostrils flare before he gave and lowered his eyes for a brief moment. Finally!
His voice rumbled in his throat, a deep gutteral noise “You have it?”
I smirkd and took my time pulling the large glass ball out of the rucksack. It was supposed to be an ancient artifact to bring them great power and connections to dark energies. In truth, I’d bought it out of some little back-street shop and was passing some shadow energies into it. A neat little parlour trick. The shadow energies would wane and fade after a couple of hours, there was no need to drain myself maintaining it any longer than that.
His eyes sparked as they fell on the glass ball, his lips spread into a dark grin as he practically drooled. I tried not to roll my eyes, vile creatures, no class. As he went to grab the ball I clutched it close to my chest pursing my lips, my tone was sharp “Money first”.
There was no reason to waste words on such a man. He growled a little before thrusting his hand into the back-pocket of his jeans. One of the scrawny men whispered something quickly, how dare an underling speak! I openly bared my teeth at him a little as I fixed my gaze on him, this was none of his business, not his place. Rather than backing away and showing appropriate submission he smirked at me before his boss stepped forwards almost pinning me against my car. “This is a fake”
I gritted my teeth before grinning proudly “Don’t be a fool, I wouldn’t bullshit you”
I thought about adding in his name but I’d forgotten it, that’s what I get for dealing with so many moronic traders and low-lives.
The blonde underling had crossed his arms and was looking particularly smug, he was the ripples I’d felt earlier. He was completely out of place but I couldn’t figure who or what he was. I didn’t have the time to figure it out either, the draconic was pushing into my space and looking for something to satisfy he sense of betrayal. Somehow his voice deepened further “I don’t believe you, but I could make use of a good shifter… they sell for plenty of money, especially females”
I snarled at him trying to restrain myself from shifting and showing any more of my animal sides. “What makes you think I’m a shifter?”
He laughed hoarsely as he looked back to his two underlings before he leaned closer, almost speaking into my ear. I tried not to cringe as his foul breath settled on my neck “it runs all through your energies girl”
I snorted “I’m a feral, no shifting ability just residual instincts”
He pulled back searching my face for some idea of truth. The blonde underling, he who had fucked all this for me motioned to speak to him again. If I didn’t know better I’d have sworn he winked at me just as his boss moved back from me.
I didn’t care, I took my chance diving into my vehicle. I scooted into the driver’s seat, started the engine and made my escape. Gods damn that little prick, I swore if I ever saw him again I’d ring his neck. Now though, I was without my money and running from some more pissed off traders, that was the last thing I wanted.