As always:
Thanks to rf-fast for the editing work. Your insights are what takes this story from mindless drivel to readable.
Attention readers: This is NOT a short story NOR does the sex occur quickly. Also, considering its length, it is light on the erotic aspect of stories on this site. They are there, but you have to read to get to them. If you are looking for something short or a 'quick fix', I recommend searching elsewhere. However, if interested in reading something with a developed plot and character development, please continue.
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It was a day perfect for a funeral. The weather was overcast and a light drizzle fell upon the hundreds of black umbrellas of the spectators who could not get into Westminster Abbey. Many felt the loss of Alice Griffin. She was considered the greatest in her craft, quite impressive considering her tender age of twenty-six. She was just as her last named indicated; the intelligence of an eagle combined with the brave courage of a lion. She was on the fast track in life, until her life turned to tragedy.
Four years ago, Alice had the life most would dream. She was at the top of her trade, had a wonderful marriage, and was being blessed with her first child. Unfortunately, her happiness would end there. After the mother had 1`1held her son in her arms, the baby boy was taken to the nursery for a bath - and was never seen from again.
Alice was supported by her husband, Levi, and together they began their quest to find their son. But only three weeks after the disappearance, Levi was killed when a speeding car jumped the curb of the road in which he was walking and crushed him into the building behind him.
Alice, understandably, entered a severe state of depression, but continued her search for her son. After four years, the agonizing toll finally caused her body to shut down. It was the end of one of the truly distinguished clans - And the world wept.
Sixteen years later:
Tobias Waite sighed as he stared at the big mahogany door of his boss. He didn't want to go in there. He never did. Tobias used to be the hottest commodity in the technological world, one of the brightest minds to come out of the University of Oxford in a decade. Recruited by the Ministry of Defence before he even graduated, he quickly demonstrated his prowess in multiple areas of expertise. Using his cunning with flawlessly executed tactics, he was able to control existing technology to do his bidding, invent new technologies when he couldn't, and of course, people management.
Whether it be interrogating or manipulating a person, Tobias got the job done. He was even a capable marksman with a pistol. He ascended the ranks quickly until he was transferred to a special division of the Ministry; one that didn't have a title. From there, he did so well, he was their highest paid regular employee and reached the peak position for someone of his caliber: errand boy for Gail Kenward.
Tobias shook his head as he gave a firm knock on the door.
"Come in Smith," Announced the authoritative voice of his boss.
Tobias knew she was talking to him, as she couldn't be bothered to learn his name. She just called him the same as she did anybody in his position. According to her, he wouldn't last long anyway so why bother? He took a deep breath before opening the door.
The room he stepped into matched the door. Mahogany wood covered the floor, walls, and the rows of bookcases that lined both sides as well as the desk near the back of the room. Only the exquisite gold chandelier was not made of the substance.
Tobias came forward; his wingtip shoes making a slight clacking noise with each step.
"What is it, Smith?" Gail didn't even glance up at her subordinate as she was brushing her auburn hair, while painting her nails a dark coral color, as well as applying the matching lipstick. She exhaled a bored, "I'm busy."
"We may have found him."
Gail turned away from her compact mirror, "You found him?"
Tobias held out a sheet of lambskin parchment paper that had a solitary name inscribed upon it.
With one hand, Gail reached for the parchment. With the other, she took hold of her intricately crafted wooden wand that had an ivory hilt and made a small wave. The lipstick tube, brush, compact mirror, and nail polish floated in the air and into the top desk drawer.
Gail raised an eyebrow while continuing to only look at the document in his hands. "Are you sure?" She asked and not waiting for an answer, she took hold of the parchment and spread it on top of her desk.
Tobias knew better than to lie. His predecessor was confident when Ms. Kenward had asked that of him and now he is working as a janitor in a warehouse in Siberia with no memory and the intelligent quotient of a six year old. "With all due respect Ma'am, it is impossible to be one hundred percent certain of the identity of the person you are determined to locate without sending someone of your ilk to investigate."
"And what makes you think," and Gail glanced down at the name, "Cody Trumbell is the one."
"He shouldn't exist."
Gail waved her wand over the parchment, "Visum." Instantaneously the vision of a slender man with black, unkempt hair and brown eyes appeared. He was wearing a navy blue polo shirt and a pair of jeans and had a black book bag over his shoulder. "What does that mean?" She asked as she intently fixed her gaze on Tobias. Gail hated when she needed to have a human clarify. They should choose their words more wisely.
"He doesn't resonate an aura, Ma'am. Not human, not witch, not vampire, not anything. It was only by sheer happenstance that the seers you have on this project found him. They were investigating a strong aura in the vicinity of his location. They were watching a woman when he walked by."
Gail rolled her eyes, "He's nothing more than an apparition who doesn't realize he's dead yet."
"The seers thought so as well. But the more they watched, the more he didn't defy the laws of physics. He doesn't disappear in and out, people notice him, though not always favorably, and they aren't just loved ones. He exists, but shouldn't."
"Hmm," Gail sat back as she looked at the parchment. Cody was now sitting in a lecture. "Where is he located?"
"He is attending State University in the city of Hilldale in the United States."
"America? Just what we need," Gail let out an irritated sigh, "the one we covet is being trained in a place where sorcerers figure out how to pull a rabbit out of a hat and all of a sudden they want to have an act in Las Vegas."
Tobias stifled his chuckle.
