Chapter 6: Frisbee is an Outdoor Activity

By: A Midsummer Night’s Dreamer

Thea grimaced at the sight of the stack of documents in front of her. She was sitting inside the enormous study of the mansion, which was decorated with elaborated paintings and soft light. The chair that she was sitting on was covered in velvet and the table was solid oak, with everything from simple mechanical pencils to gold-plated pens spread over it. Everything was designed to make the worker feel more comfortable. Except for the work itself, thought Thea.

Nilsson was still bringing in more papers that would need to be completed before this week ends. And the pile in front of Thea was getting higher by the minute. With any luck, she thought absently, I’ll have a higher stack than Thierry’s.

A heavy thump beside her brought Thea back to reality, “That’s the last of it, Miss.” Nilsson said with a sympathetic tone.

Thea sighed, well, better get to work, “Thanks Nilsson, really appreciate it.”

Nilsson nodded, “You’re welcome, Miss. And good luck.” He turned and walked to the doorway.

He was about to close the door when Thea suddenly called out, “Oh, Nilsson, if you don’t mind, can you please tell Eric and Blaise to gather all the people they can get here so we can start working?”

Nilsson nodded in that traditional butler way, bowed slightly, “Certainly, it’s no trouble at all.” He walked away quietly, without closing the door entirely.

Thea took a deep breath, and opened the first document – The debrief reports from South-eastern United States.

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“Whew! That was close!” Maggie laughed after they got out of the kitchen. Instead of walking towards the living room, they walked deeper into the hallway, where the library and the offices are.

“Yeah, I thought for sure that he was going to find out.” Eric grinned and patted Maggie on the back, “Well done back there, couldn’t have handled it better myself.”

“Wait a minute,” Blaise said suddenly, causing them to freeze in their tracks.

“What’s wrong?” Eric asked nervously. Blaise was speaking in the spooky fortune-teller tone and he wasn’t sure if he liked it.

“Don’t you think it’s just a little odd that Thierry hasn’t seen the credit card bills yet?” Blaise narrowed her eyes, “Maggie, when did Delos get those violins?”

Maggie blinked and thought for a few seconds, “Two weeks ago… I think. I’m terrible at dates though, it could be two and a half weeks ago.”

“Exactly!” Blaise was really getting into the mood. “And as we all know, credit card bills don’t take that long to arrive.”

“Yeah,” Eric had to agree, “Those companies really wants their money.”

“Would you stop interrupting me?!” Blaise glared at him before continuing, “I know Thierry, the one thing that he cares about the most – besides Hannah – is the smooth running of Circle Daybreak. There is absolutely no way that he could’ve left a billing letter unopened for that long.”

Eric opened his mouth and closed it immediately, he’d hate to think what Blaise would do if he didn’t shut up. Maggie was less cautious and concluded quickly, “Man! We worried over nothing!”

A round object flew past them, missing Eric by a few centimetres and hit the wall behind Blaise; Maggie screamed.

Eric tried to calm his own erratic breathing before he bent down and picked up a bright green Frisbee. “What the—” his words were cut short by the sight of an average-height boy with black hair running up to them.

“Quinn!” Blaise growled through clenched teeth. Maggie looked a bit sheepish at her own outburst earlier.

“Sorry!” he shouted, came up to Eric and took the Frisbee from him. Blaise grabbed him by the arm, “What do you think you are doing? This is a hallway, for crying out loud, people don’t expect things to jump out at them!”

Quinn simply shrugged and turned around to yell at someone further ahead in the hall, “Hey Rashel! I don’t think they want us to practice in the house!”

A dark-haired girl emerged; she was dressed all in black—black shirt, black pants, and black hiking boots. Her cheek was a little flushed from running, and she was grinning triumphantly.

Maggie’s eyes widened in acknowledgement, “You’re Rashel The Cat? The vampire slayer?”

Rashel turned to her curiously, “How did you know that?”

Maggie smiled mischievously, “I’m psychic, I saw you in a dream.” When no one believed her, she surrendered, “Okay, okay, I asked Ash, happy? I’ve never met a vampire hunter before.”

Quinn snorted, “I’m surprised that Ash remembers anyone besides his own soulmate.”

Rashel elbowed him playfully, “Oh, don’t mind him, he’s just jealous because I happened to be a better hunter than he is.” She winked at Maggie.

Eric coughed politely, “Sorry to break this up, but don’t you guys think it would be better to do this outside? After all, Frisbee is meant to play on open ground.”

Rashel thought about it for a minute, “Sure, want to join us?” Maggie nodded enthusiastically, once a sports person, always a sports person.

Eric and Blaise watched as the three walked off in the direction of the garden, “Guess that’s the end of the brief friendly introduction,” Blaise said, turning to walk away. “See ya later.”

Two hands clamped onto Eric and Blaise’s shoulders, making them jump, Thea appeared. “I was just looking for you two.” She told them, “Nice of you to join me.” Thea dragged the two of them through the door on her left, shutting it to cut off any sounds of protesting.

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Ash yawned and looked at the clock, Five-thirty p.m., hell, he practically slept the whole day away. He stumbled off bed, not bothering to look at himself in the mirror—he probably looks very scary anyway—and headed to the shower.

After the shower… (No, I’m not going to describe how he looks in the shower, use your imaginations.) ::wink::

Ash pull on a clean black T-shirt with a Black Iris imprinted on it, he still felt a bit woozy—probably from slept too much—so he walked down the stairs to find some coffee.

James was in the living room when Ash walked in. He was bent over the big stereo in the back and fiddling with some buttons.

“Careful, you might break it,” Ash said casually, “On second thought, go ahead, try to touch the part of the wire that’s frayed.”

“Haha.” James responded without looking up, “I think it’s already broken, I can’t get it to play any CD.”

“Did you try plug in the cord?” Ash asked sarcastically.

James looked up, “Did you just get up? That’s kinda late even for you.”

Ash sighed, “Do I have to tell everyone? Yes! I couldn’t sleep last night so I decided to make up for it this morning!”

“Hi, Jamie!” Poppy bounced in from the kitchen, holding two cokes in her hand. “Want something to drink?” She noticed Ash a moment later, “Err… good evening Ash, you look terrible.”

James smirked and took the coke that Poppy offered. Ash snorted. “Yes well, not everyone can look picture-perfect right out of bed.”

“Well, if you want coffee, you have to make it yourself. That last pot was nasty so I poured it down the drain.” Poppy told him cheerfully.

“Hey!” Ash protested indignantly, “I made that last pot!” He strode through the door to the kitchen, muttering under his breath, “Wasted a perfectly good pot of coffee.”