The Aging Stars

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: February 28, 2020

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The sun lazily drifted over the people in the station, the bustling noises of hundreds of people reverberating off the concrete walls and pillars. Off to one side of the station stood a couple, exchanging something in the middle of a large empty area. Their voices were hushed and although they were in public, they were discussing something of the most private importance. Ironically enough, this was the best privacy they would get, what with the humdrum of busy mortals walking around them to cover their secrets. What appeared to the average person was an elderly woman handing something to a younger gentleman, maybe an older woman giving an insurance salesman her contact information. Nobody could have been further from the truth.

“You have the information I need?” the man asked quietly through a thick accent, meeting her gaze with the eyes of someone who had lived several lifetimes. Her eyes though, deep set in aging skin, told a story older than his.

“Look, do I appear to be some daft bimbo that would ask a personal favor of you, and have you meet me here, around these....these mortals,” she spat the word out disgustedly, “...Just to not bring you the information?” she hissed back at him in response, cocking her head ever so slightly, as if asking him to defy her. He shook his head and a wide grin appeared on his handsome face. “I am always prepared, for friend or foe,” she added menacingly, glaring at him. He threw his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, you old tart, alright, calm down, I don't mean any offense in the slightest. If there were ever a woman I wouldn't want to make angry, it would be you. You are not someone I would want as an enemy,” he replied with a chuckle. She allowed his attempt at an apology to slide and stopped bristling. Now she leaned in closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper.

“There is a man I need taken care of. I can't, you know the rules about who I can kill and who I can't,” she said dismissively, waving her hand, “But you, Yukhanna, you are free to do whatever you please. This man...he is not a threat to me directly, but he encourages a woman who can be a threat to me someday, if she should so choose to go down that path,” she told him quietly, nodding. He nodded in understanding and his eyes narrowed.

“So this man....what is his name?” Yukhanna asked.

“His old name is Decimus. I do not know what name he goes by now, but he is of Roman descent. You should be able to smell him when you are near, I know with your......capabilities you are extraordinary,” she responded, smiling. He grinned again.

“Where shall I find this gentleman?” he asked her, still smiling at the prospect of using his teeth. She handed him a slip of paper.

“The last place I have seen him is written here,” she said, walking away.

“Till the next century, Lilith,” Yakhanna whispered after her.


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