Vixandra
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In a place where heroes don’t dare to tread, we are all that stands against injustice, cruelty and crime. Perched among the Gothic gargoyles that guard the tallest buildings, we watch. Vigilant, patient and ready for that decisive moment. A moment where the fate of the city balances on the edge of a knife as sharp as my partner’s keen sarcasm.
I am Seraphim, winged protector of Fear’s Bay and no one is allowed to harm my city without paying the price. Perched beside me, my partner waits quietly, an anticipatory smile curving her lush lips. My own smile is more predatory, the huntress after her prey.
My ebony wings ruffle in the cold night air blowing in off the Pacific and my memories soar back in time. Back to when we first met, before we were partners. Before the Canterelli Crime syndicate “situation.”
Two years ago:
I was new to the city of Fear’s Bay and it showed those first few days. While I’d grown up in the suburbs of Houston, Texas and attended college at UC Irvine, the bustling city of Fear’s Bay was a whole different world. A mixture of European, Spanish and Asian influences shaped the city by the bay named after the white explorer who had “found” it back in the colonial days.
I moved through the streets, eyes shifting from the map in my hands to the street signs and building numbers all around me. I was looking for my new job, one set up for me by a family friend. I held a Master’s Degree in Linguistics with a specialization in European languages. That earned me a two week trial at the city’s largest import/export company, Angel Distributions. My “uncle” Thomas had thought the idea of me working for a company named after an Angel was hysterically funny. I couldn’t deny the humor, given what I was.
Rolling my shoulders to work out a kink, I couldn’t help but smile at the glide of silk over my skin. The midnight blue shell I wore beneath a white silk jacket brought out dark blue tones in my eyes. The white pleated skirt was long enough to be office-friendly, short enough to make my legs look long. At 5’8” it didn’t take that much to do so. My favorite pair of pristine white Ferragamos graced my feet and my hair was swept up into a clip at the base of my neck. Waist length, my hair was a mass of gold, white and silver curls if I left it down. My skin was naturally a golden tan, darkened slightly by a recent trip to Florida to visit my grandmother. I knew I looked good in the white suit, a slim brief case in my hand holding my wallet, cell phone and laptop along with the keys to my apartment.
I finely found the building and went inside. My heels clicked out a staccato beat as I made my way across the tiled entryway. It was a mosaic of the Arch Angel Gabriel wielding a flaming sword. I wasn’t quite sure if that necessarily a good sign, having an avenging angel in the entry way.
Up the elevator to the twenty-second floor, and I found the offices I was looking for. “European Transactions and Trades” or ETT for short was not what I expected. The office was nearly empty except for an exquisite women sitting on top of a desk. She held a phone to her ear and seemed absorbed in her conversation. Her voice was melodic as she spoke in lilting Italian, arguing about the timing of an event.
I waited for her to finish her conversation before walking closer and catching her attention. “Good morning. I’m Sophia Inverse, the new translator.”
I am Seraphim, winged protector of Fear’s Bay and no one is allowed to harm my city without paying the price. Perched beside me, my partner waits quietly, an anticipatory smile curving her lush lips. My own smile is more predatory, the huntress after her prey.
My ebony wings ruffle in the cold night air blowing in off the Pacific and my memories soar back in time. Back to when we first met, before we were partners. Before the Canterelli Crime syndicate “situation.”
Two years ago:
I was new to the city of Fear’s Bay and it showed those first few days. While I’d grown up in the suburbs of Houston, Texas and attended college at UC Irvine, the bustling city of Fear’s Bay was a whole different world. A mixture of European, Spanish and Asian influences shaped the city by the bay named after the white explorer who had “found” it back in the colonial days.
I moved through the streets, eyes shifting from the map in my hands to the street signs and building numbers all around me. I was looking for my new job, one set up for me by a family friend. I held a Master’s Degree in Linguistics with a specialization in European languages. That earned me a two week trial at the city’s largest import/export company, Angel Distributions. My “uncle” Thomas had thought the idea of me working for a company named after an Angel was hysterically funny. I couldn’t deny the humor, given what I was.
Rolling my shoulders to work out a kink, I couldn’t help but smile at the glide of silk over my skin. The midnight blue shell I wore beneath a white silk jacket brought out dark blue tones in my eyes. The white pleated skirt was long enough to be office-friendly, short enough to make my legs look long. At 5’8” it didn’t take that much to do so. My favorite pair of pristine white Ferragamos graced my feet and my hair was swept up into a clip at the base of my neck. Waist length, my hair was a mass of gold, white and silver curls if I left it down. My skin was naturally a golden tan, darkened slightly by a recent trip to Florida to visit my grandmother. I knew I looked good in the white suit, a slim brief case in my hand holding my wallet, cell phone and laptop along with the keys to my apartment.
I finely found the building and went inside. My heels clicked out a staccato beat as I made my way across the tiled entryway. It was a mosaic of the Arch Angel Gabriel wielding a flaming sword. I wasn’t quite sure if that necessarily a good sign, having an avenging angel in the entry way.
Up the elevator to the twenty-second floor, and I found the offices I was looking for. “European Transactions and Trades” or ETT for short was not what I expected. The office was nearly empty except for an exquisite women sitting on top of a desk. She held a phone to her ear and seemed absorbed in her conversation. Her voice was melodic as she spoke in lilting Italian, arguing about the timing of an event.
I waited for her to finish her conversation before walking closer and catching her attention. “Good morning. I’m Sophia Inverse, the new translator.”