Not to throw a wrench in the plans....
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What kind of cheese will I eat today? ...
The doors had begun to violently shake in time with the knocking. The two figures were sure that the doors would be broken down. But suddenly it stopped by the time they had silently made their way to the middle of the room. There was an uneasy quietness. Even the nightbirds did not make a sound. And the wind although heavy seemed to have faded into a dull whisp. The two figures waited, expecting one last knock but nothing. Constance burst for the door but when she opened it all that awaited her was the night air. She looked around, eyes wide and expectant but nothing.
The second figure emerged from the dark house under the night sky as well. When taking a second look she recognized Maddox. The first tell sign was the two slim tattoos crested into his cheekbones. They were much darker than everything, even his black shirt. When they turned around Dragomir, Naomi and Alistaire were gathered in the great room.
"What the hell was that?" Naomi asked furiously.
"Calm down." Alistair rubbed her arm, "I'm sure it was nothing."
"I think you'd better take a look at this." Maddox gestured for them to come outside. When they did, everyone waited.
"What are we waiting for?" Alistair asked impatiently.
Naomi slapped his hand. "Shh.."
Dragomir looked around slowly with his eyes, but his feet were planted firmly on the ground and the rest of his body was still, "Holy Shit."
"What??" Naomi and Alistair asked excitedly.
"Did you feel that?"
Constance just continued to look towards the yard.
"Feel what?" Naomi began to walk infront of Dragomir. As she did he took hold of her by the arm and began to drag her towards the house.
"What's going on?" Alistair began to pressure.
"Go back to the house."
"Where are you going?"
"Hunting." Maddox replied as he walked forward into the brush.
"Go back to the house." Constance told Alistaire as she followed Maddox.
When she caught up to him he was well into the thick trees and mossy ground. She could tell by the way he walked he didn't care or really want her with him. She still made an effort to keep up. Eventually she had had enough of his attitude and pushed him aside and continued on ahead. Then she carefully chose a spot about ten feet from the yard perimeter a far ways across from the house and stood still. Within a few steps he was next to her.
"You've done this before."
"No I make a habit of pissing off trackers in the bush." She made no eyes contact with him maintaining a steady stillness. "Do you think they can really see us right now or are they just pretending to try and get us to make a sudden movment?"
"I think theyr'e bluffing. They guess someone's out here looking for them but they have no clue how many and they don't really no where we are."
About twenty feet ahead there was a dark cloaked figure. It was standing still infront of the doors to the meeting room. But it's head had turned boldly to face them when Maddox stopped walking. The figure was silent and far more still than any normal thing. If you did not know what to look for you would not have seen it for the cloak was the same colour as the night sky and it was as still as the night air.
"He's totally bluffing." Maddox whispered to her.
"How come it's always a guy? Not a woman?"
"Did you want the bad guy to be a woman?"
"Holy shit." Both of them exclaimed as a second figure approached the first from the other side of the room. Even when it walked, it looked as though it ws hovering. Both figures were now staring in their direction. Constance slowly bent down and picked up a rock. Without warning but having full force as quick as the wind she threw it hard into some brush thrity feet from them.
Maddox almost bust out laughing as the figures turned to face the noise. "I thought you were going to hit one of them."
"Not a bad idea. Do you have another rock?"
The two figures carefully made their way over to where the rock had landed, and without warning another two joined them from the opposing brush. This now became rather alarming to Constance and Maddox to see just how many there were and had been while going unoticed.
They watched themas they gathered around the little rock and all of sudden threw themselves into heap and dissappeared into a dark haze that began to fade.
Maddox touched Constance's wrist as if telling her to stay put as he walked to the meeting room. Everything looked normal except for the key hole, it was unusually worn.
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