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“We can also cross reference with technology, basically scrying cameras and archives around the city to see what they’ve seen,” she says. “It’s really pretty cool.”
“I mean, you always were kind of a nerd for that stuff,” I say, noticing that my word choice bugs her. “But you say it’s developing, like ‘doesn’t work’?”
“It works fine,” she says. “I’m just still studying it. My magic needs a lot of practice before I can become really good.”
“Isn’t that kind of dangerous?” I ask.
She sends me a questioning glance.
“Aren’t you the one with the dangerous stalker? Why are you lecturing me on danger?”
I shrug, as Becky pushes John off a cliff.
“Oh, lame,” I say to the TV. “They totally just used a wilhelm scream there. Bad taste, guys.”
I hope that my subject change worked, and that Rory isn’t going to continue insisting on this. I wonder if for her to leave it alone, I need to just never mention it again.
That would kinda suck… never being able to talk to your best friend about your life. But I know that I’m not going to run away from this - not gonna find some way to tell him to stop, or go to the authorities.
I know what I’m feeling, and I know it’s a hell of a lot more exciting than the life I was leading before. I really don’t want it to stop.
Maybe it’s stupid, and whatever is after me is dangerous like Rory says. I don’t know.
She gets to be special, with her natural skill at magic. She gets to be a witch. The secrets of the universe are at her fingertips, if she just has the patience to unravel them.
I’m a bartender dropout with a military brother and a mother who didn’t think I was interesting enough to pay attention to.
If she were more interested in helping me find out what’s going on than she was in lecturing me about my life choices, maybe neither of us would have to worry.
The episode wraps as morbidly as ever, and I tell Rory that I was glad she came over.
That’s when she brings it up again. She looks at the jade vines on the counter, (I desperately need to find a greenhouse or something, or they’re going to die in here… or spread and violate my lease) and she can’t help commenting on it.
“If you want to talk to the police about all this, I’d gladly go with you, you know?” She reiterates. “I wouldn’t even ask for anything in return… wouldn’t give you a hard time about it. Wouldn’t even charge you for the spell ingredients. If you need help, I’m there.”
“Are you ever going to drop this?” I ask seriously. I’m going to have to put my foot down if I want her to stop asking about it.
“No, I’m not,” she says, smiling. “I’m sorry that I upset you. But you’re my friend, and I feel like I owe it to you to tell you when you’re making a mistake.”
I bite my lip, looking down at the carpet. I don’t understand why I’m so upset.
“You think you know better because you’re a witch,” I say. “All I want is to hang out with my friend. I don’t need you throwing your magic in my face all the time.”
“You know that’s not what I meant-” Rory says.
“Have a good night, Rory,” I say. “I’ll see you at work, okay?”
8
CASPIAN
There are moments when even an immortal vampire must work.
I sit at my desk, my mind wandering to the streets, and to Quinn. I would rather be walking aimlessly through the night, ambling after her, than at a cubicle.
I wonder if she notices my absence. She always did have a strong intuition.
“You’ve been spending a lot of time out of the office, chasing after this clan murder case,” Ren says. “What have you found?”
