Sylvie

Smiling as she took a few sips of coffee, Sarah shook her head. “On the contrary, Agent.  With you this close to the situation, I can claim I had undercover close by, but not at the actual murder site.  I can release the information that it was public knowledge that the files would be moved and this was just another tie into the cross killer.”

“That’s one hell of a leap, Sarah.”  Elle looked questioningly at her supervisor. “Why wouldn’t undercover be close to when the boxes would be moved?”

Sarah laughed and sipped more of the coffee, “Those boxes were known to have evidence that was either unused or overturned.  There would be no reason to keep following that paper trail.  Only a handful know that you were even in the secure room looking over the unused evidence.”

“What about Noah?” Elle asked partly worried for her new friend.

Finishing the remainder of the coffee she’d poured, Sarah winked just before she swallowed. “I would say that is part of the mandate to find the cross killer, save Noah.  That will break the streak of killings in the small town and maybe things will settle back down.”  Sarah pointed at her agent, Agent Miller, Understand this person is wanted dead or alive.  Just stop the murders.”

While Elle let the mission sink in, Sarah walked to the door and opened it. “Now’s the time to be the annoyance I think you can be.  Let’s get the FBI a win and you a promotion, get that killer.” 

Once Sarah left the apartment, Elle donned her normal attire for work and headed to her car with the intent of going to the wellness center first.

-Somehow I think this has to do with all of the odd things.  Angelie, what did you get into baby?-

Elle didn’t have to wait long to get the answer to her question, having driven herself to the wellness center.  Entering the chlorine-smelling building, Elle waved to her older friends as she made her way to the locker room and to the couple’s shared locker.  Looking at the white metal door, Elle could see that the lock was not one that she had picked but a new one that Angelie had placed on the door. Thankfully  the couple had purchased a lifetime membership, there was precious little that could happen to their belongings in the locker in the first place.  Turning the little dial back and forth based on the number combination in the letter, Elle finished the last number and gave a little tug to the lock where it broke free and sent a little spray of rust from being unused.  Pulling the locker door open, the aluminum door emitted a hollow eerie sound, then broke free of its confines to reveal the contents.

Scooting a small chair close to the locker, Elle first pulled out a clean set of workout clothing all embossed with ‘FBI’ logos.  Holding the tee close to her nose, Elle still smelled the light flowery scent of Angelie’s shampoo along the collar.  Slouching on the little stool, Elle mumbled, “I miss you Angelie…why did you leave me alone?”

Dismissing the melancholy attitude, Elle forced herself to place the garments to the side.  Looking back at her was yet another note, with the locker filled with various wedding items.  She picked up the note and scanned what it said.

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Elle, 

I set all these things aside for you, to let you know that no matter what happens in the future, I always had you in my heart, mind and soul.  I was never involved romantically with ‘Darla’ and only followed her much like you would follow faith in God or a denomination.

If you are reading this note, then understand that my faith has been shaken by ‘Darla’ and I am trying to find a way to leave without drawing her ire.  I am fairly certain how she kept us all in line, as I have the same abilities on a smaller scale.

This will be hard to explain, but I will give it a try.  The world as you know it, isn’t what it seems.  There are supernatural forces at work that most people will never believe or care to understand.

The best way to say this is to just get it over with, you know me, I am straightforward.  When I met ‘The Darla’ She knew immediately my potential to lead her ‘Army’.  I am a natural leader, and managed to recruit many to ‘Darla’s’ side.  By doing so, I helped unlock potential into the supernatural for us.  Elle, my dear, Humans can use magic.  

When I say magic, I mean magic.  Flying, fireballs, charms..you name it. True magic.  The important part is that there is a natural reason.  We mages are the counterbalance to vampires.

Yes, Vampires.

The whole thing is difficult to explain without hearing it directly from ‘Darla’.  She has the knack for waking up our inner magic and finding our path through it.  Mine isn’t so much control, or flashy effects but more like imbuing the weapons I use to combat the blood-suckers.

As you well know this went on for years.  Long enough that it more or less split us up.  However, recent events have shaken my foundation for ‘The Darla’s’ vision going forward. 

Daily we had people coming up to the farm, sets of twenty to thirty at a time, that I helped usher into the farmhouse then into the barn to help them acclimate to the newness of it all.  What I noticed is that a certain percentage wouldn’t come out of the farmhouse.

I didn’t question what was happening because I didn’t want to question our leader, who seemed to know things before it happened.  So I held my tongue and observed.

I did the unthinkable.  I found a way to hide my device from her prying eyes and recorded some of the happenings at the farm.

Elle,  that is what is on the USB drive tucked into one of the pant pockets on the clothing in the locker.

I assume that if you get this letter, then I have probably died in the upcoming ‘event’ that is being planned.  The contents of this drive are pretty straightforward.

One will even answer what happened to the news anchor that is supposedly missing.  Fair warning, this does get gruesome at times.

Please use the information on the drive to help in any way possible.  I advise keeping it low key or you might disappear into some government hole never to be found again.

At least you know the truth.

While the above lecture was rather depressing, I had picked out quite a few things for our wedding day at the gardens.

I know your hatred of the color red, so nothing is even a shade of the color.  I had hoped the day would be the beginning of the rest of our lives.  A set of pure white roses, captured and sealed at their height in the sun, a white rose tiara with diamonds, a set of borrowed keys from my brother’s cabin overlooking the Grand Canyon and your engagement band that I promised with a sapphire outlined by diamonds to fill the blue requirement.

Remember no matter what you see me do on the screen here, I am still your Angelie.  I just didn’t know how to fix the problem.

xoxoxox

Love you always,

Angie

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