Second Date
Kylantha woke up the next morning to the sound of her cellphone vibrating. She reached for the night stand next to her bed, felt around until She found it, and without looking she swept her finger across the screen. She lazily placed it to her ear.
"Hello," She said in a half awake tone.
"Hey sleepy," a males voice came over the other end and she recognized the voice as her ex Arron, "Where were you, I was trying to call all night!"
She was surprised that his exasperated voice didn't affect her hang over, then again if anything she didn't feel like she was hungover at all, just tired.
She pulled the phone from her ear to look at the time, and was annoyed that someone would be waking her up at six in the morning, then placed it back to her ear.
"I was out last night having a few drinks," she said, "what do you need Arron. I got home late and I am too tired for this."
"Well sucks to be you then," he said, "We need to meet at you bookstore."
Kylantha let out an annoyed sigh as she sat up in.
"Right now hun," she asked.
"No, tomorrow," he said sarcastically.
"Okay okay," she replied, "Give me twenty minutes and I will be out the door."
She got up and dressed for the the weather. It was a cold and late fall morning, but the sweater that sloops over her right shoulder, fleece leggings, and a pair faux felt lined boots kept her warm. She arrived at the shop to find Arron standing outside the door waiting for her with a briefcase under his arm. When he saw her pull up in her Camary, he looked around paranoid as he tossed the cigarette he was smoking down in front of him and then put it out with his foot.
His short red hair blew with the breeze, and his green eyes were bloodshot. The bags under his eyes told her he hadn't had any sleep in days. They may have broken up the year after he graduated with an associate's in journalism, but she still worried about him.
When she got out of the car and walked up to the door with her keys in hand he came in behind her.
"Were you followed," he asked quietly.
His breath smelt as though he had been drinking and smoking all night.
"I don't know," she said, "But can you not breath on me, you reek of cigarettes and whiskey."
She looked back over her shoulder and gave him a look of disapproval.
"You are still going to lecture me after all these years," he asked with a hint of anger.
She finally found the key and unlocked the door.
"Well if you had quit drinking then maybe we would still be together," she said turning back to him giving him a look of disapproval.
He glared at her as they entered the bookstore.
"I did and you wouldn't take me back," he retorted.
"I said still be together," she said as she locked the door, "I said nothing about taking you back."
He placed his hand on her shoulder and she turned to look at him. His expression had become softer.
"That isn't important," he said softly, "You are the only one I can trust right now."
Kylantha took his hand and lead him to the back where her office could be found. When they got into the office, he placed the briefcase on the desk and opened.
"I hit the mother load of all leads," he told her as he pulled out a vial of red fluid, and then a folder, "The one that will get me my front page byline finally."
"What is going on," she said as she took the vial and folder looking worried at Arron, "You didn't do anything stupid did you?"
"Werewolves and vampires Ky," he said, "Werewolves and vampires."
Kylantha let out a laugh.
"Werewolves and vampires," she replied, "Are you writing for for a tabloid now, because the last time I checked they were just myths."
"Oh my god Ky," he said with a hint of bruised pride, "You of all people criticizing me on the subject. Just go over the files in that folder. They came from the Contsatine Hotel."
"You mean Constantine Hotel as in Henry Constantine," she said as she opened the folder, "The Playboy Billionaire who works with charities?"
"Yeah well according to those files he is involving his money in something more than fundraiser," he replied.
Kylantha went through the paper work, and found that the documents were referring to the excavation sites of Shaolin temples, Egyptian pyramids, old European castles being bought out, and money used to buy the privacy of prestige libraries around for months. All in search of old scrolls that spoke of a chosen one.
"Oh my," she finally said looking back up at Arron, "What is going on?"
"I don't know," he replied, "but the person who gave me this was killed. I don't think I was followed, but I need to give this to someone I can trust."
"I have a hidden safe in my loft I can put them in."
He kissed her forehead.
"I have to hide for a bit until this clears up a bit," he said as she put the files into a tote bag.
She slung the bag over her shoulder and they walked out the door and she locked it back up.
"Thank you Ky," he said as he placed his hand on her shoulder, "I owe you one."
"You be safe out there," she told him.
"I will," he replied, "you do the same."
When she arrived to her loft and was inside she walked into her bedroom area, opened her closet, stepped inside, kneeled down, sat the tote bag next to her, and removed a section of the floor board.
Inside the floor was a hidden safe that she had built in before she moved into the loft. She punched in the pin number and turned the handle to open it. She then reached into the bag and pulled out the folder and the vial of blood, set them in the safe and closed it again.
"There," she said, "Safe and sound.
* * * *
The rest of the week flew by and the Saturday came around. She was going through her closet with a towel wrapped around her. She went through the selection of dresses she owned and finally went with a sexy, short, black club dress with matching color wedges.
She went to the bathroom to check if her hair straightener was ready, and then began to go through the process of getting ready. Once she was dressed and had applied her makeup, she went and poured a small glass of wine and then sat down at the island in her kitchen and waited for the limousine to arrive.
As she took the last sip from her wine, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and saw one word, "Outside".
