“Blood.” Jaded said in the more erotic tone of voice, forcing
Windwalker to look at her in a new light, Jaded smiling at the waitress
and moving to a dark table in the corner.

“No.” Windwalker stated, trying to place the smell, oddly enough she hadn’t noticed it before. Why had this child noticed it.

“Because I know who it is.” JadedRogue said as if she knew what the
Windwalker was thinking; pulling out the laptop and booting it up, she
quickly tapped the keys and Windwalker gave her a bored look.

“Its her.” She said, pointing to the name on the computer and
Windwalker nodded. Seeing a file with pages of the worthy character,
she pulled it to her, quickly engulfing the words, feasting on them.

“Jo Wheaton.” Windwalker spoke her name for the first time. Jaded
pulled the computer back to her and typed away again, turning it and
pointed again. “Susan Birch?” Windwalker’s face became deadly serious.

“Our voices are in that bloody vortex! The voices that haunt us, that
drive us” Jaded said, the tone of voice again smokey and erotic, the
French flavor adding to the seductiveness of the words.

“We gave them life.” Windwalker nodded as if everything were fine.
Jaded slammed her head dramatically on the table, Windwalker looked at
her and asked.

“Didn’t that hurt?”

“Merde.” Jaded answered, cupping her head in her hands and growling, the waitress coming over to ask for an order.

“I don’t drink coffee.” JadedRogue said and Windwalker gave her a
quizzical look, ordering something and Jaded shooed the waitress away
with the wave of an indifferent hand. Then she watched her ***** walking
away.

“So what do we do?????” Jaded asked the Windwalker.

“We observe.”

“THAT’S IT?” She yelled, and the Windwalker nodded, sitting back and doing what she did best, watch and wait.

~*~*~*~*~*

Your confusion caused me pain
I listened to your lies
Believing them all
Never a doubt in my mind
I can’t look at you any more, banishing you from my sight