A MOON AT STAKE: ADRIENNE CYNZIA
Adrienne’s day had been rather ordinary before Cara had waltzed in. It had actually been very relaxing, and unusual, entirely free of any of the visions that had plagued Adrienne daily. So she had been in an awfully good mood. Not even the bane of cleaning each and every glass bothered her. She smiled more willingly this evening than she had in the last seven days, let alone the last month. There were no raging headaches, no pounding pain at the back of her skull. It was a positive, after all, there were approximately three to four hundred people in the main rooms of the nightclub that was conjoined with her bar who were celebrating Halloween in the most drunken, degrading manner as possible. So despite having to deal with so many irritating men and women potentially trashing the nightclub (although many heed the warnings, some are still fool enough to dare break something of hers) it was pleasant day, right up until the moment when the sylph by the door decided to be generous with his powers. That did not bode well with Adrienne, and made her frown for the first time all day.
She was used to seeing Cara come in whenever she liked, it was with a little bit more gusto than the older woman had expected. To some of Adrienne’s customers, Cara would perhaps seem a little too young, but that girl was older than her seventeen years old appearance showed. But that was not what had bothered Adrienne the most. What had bothered her was the intensity of the vision that had consumed Adrienne’s attention the moment Cara thought to play with the customer near the door.
Intense and over in a flash, Adrienne received a headache afterwards, feeling that familiar dull ache and hating it. Not prone to showing intense affection for another humanoid creature, Adrienne considered Cara as nothing more than another customer. Whatever the girl might have considered Adrienne, between the pair of them, Adrienne had always had the upper hand when it counted. She was an interesting demon child, and when interesting walked in her door, Adrienne liked to keep them close to her.
Looking down at Cara now, Adrienne’s face didn’t not even flinch at the words the came out of Cara’s mouth. If Cara had thought she would be more accessible now in her brightened mood, Cara was wrong.
“Why are you looking for an angel Cara?” Adrienne stared down at her, her eyes wide, though not wide in a surprised way, but wider than previously reflecting her concern. Cara was a demon, born but not bred. Not exactly. Cara like Adrienne wasn’t exactly the most sharing person, and so it had taken a while for Cara to tell her that her parents had been adoptive, and that her biological parents were murdered before Cara could even walk on her own. That was all that Cara had told Adrienne, and even though Cara was a very good actress, Adrienne was just as good. There weren’t many who could match Cara’s skill, but Adrienne had been around a long time. When Cara had reluctantly told her those two pieces of information, Adrienne had caught the faint glimpse of determination in Cara’s eyes. She’d looked determined, fierce as though she were ready to pick a fight and win it at whatever cost. It was rare for Adrienne to see such expressions on demons such as Cara. Most of the time, demons were cockily arrogant (as Cara was more often than not) and got themselves killed for merely being ‘evil’. But really, if mortals paid a slight bit more attention to the difference between good and evil, they would have realised that good was not always good, and that evil was not always evil. That, Adrienne had learnt from her friend, Haruki.
Cara hesitated, this time really catching Adrienne’s attention. It must be serious… She thought, and frowned, “Karyna? Why are you looking for an angel?” She asked, daring to go as far as adopting the nickname that Adrienne only used once in a while.