Beneath the gleaming
skyscrapers and picturesque facade of the City of Redemption lies another city;
a community of dark and ancient magic populated by creatures of the night. Dark
Redemption is a shared-world novel based on an online role-playing game by James
Crowther.
Cassandra True has
discovered that her roommate Cecily has become involved with a vampire. Her attempt to discuss the situation with
Cecily has gone badly and ended up as a quarrel. Now Cassandra ponders what to do next.
Cassandra
intended to speak with Cecily again in the morning, but woke to the sound of
Cecily breezing out the door. “I’m off
to work, Sandy!” her voice was unnecessarily loud. “That’s what responsible people do! Ta!”
Cecily slammed the door on her way out.
Rubbing
her temples, Cassandra sat up and squinted at her alarm clock. Damn!
How could Cecily be so bright and chipper at this time of the
morning? She must have gotten even less
sleep than Cassandra did. She dragged
herself out of bed and made another cup of coffee.
The
more she thought about the peculiar way Cecily reacted to her mention of
addiction the night before, the less she liked it. Cecily tended to talk casually about drugs in
conversation, but in practice she stuck mostly to alcohol. For her to react so defensively suggested to
Cassandra that Cecily had something to hide.
“Methinks she doth protest too much,” Cassandra muttered grimly to
herself.
The
obvious thing to do would be to search her room. Cassandra felt a twinge of guilt over
snooping on her roommate, but she told herself this was for Cecily’s own good.
Entering
the room, Cassandra was shocked to find it as neat as a pin. Cecily had obviously anticipated her and
cleaned it, no doubt to destroy anything incriminating. Had Cecily slept at all last night? Doggedly, Cassandra dug through Cecily’s
dresser and looked under her mattress looking for anything to confirm or
disprove her suspicions, but found nothing.
Even the wastebaskets were empty.
Cecilie never took out the garbage.
Cassandra briefly considered digging through the dumpster in back of
their building, but a look at the clock warned her that she didn’t have the
time.
“Are
you all right?” Saul asked when she came into the newspaper office. “You look beat.”
“I’m
okay.” Cassandra dumped the armload of
material about the Redemption Culture Claque on her desk and headed straight
for the coffee machine. “Didn’t get much
sleep last night.”
“That
Strephon friend of yours isn’t causing you problems, is he?”
A
bit of guilt nibbled at the back of her conscience. Saul had helped her try to research Strephon,
and so she really ought to tell him what she’d found out about Strephon. What she suspected, she corrected herself;
she didn’t really know anything. And
even if she was right about Strephon being part fairy, surely it wasn’t her place
to go spreading his secret around. Well,
she had told Cecilie, but that was different.
But did she really owe Strephon any confidence, seeing as he’d been
lying to her all this time? Cassandra
shook her head. Strephon’s Victorian
manners were beginning to rub off on her.
No, she needed to talk things over with Strephon first before she told
anybody else anything. Not that Saul
would believe her.
“Cassandra?”
“Hm? Oh, no.
Nothing like that. It’s my
roommate, Cecilie. I’ve been worried about
her.” Could Saul help her with
Cecilie? No, he probably didn’t believe in
vampires. And as for the drugs, he’d
probably just tell her to go to the police.
She’d already decided that the police would be no help in this
situation.
Cassandra
turned in her Culture Claque story and tried to concentrate on her next
assignment, but her mind kept drifting to the problem of Cecilie. What about Strephon? Could he help her? He probably did believe in vampires. At least he’d take her seriously. But Strephon didn’t seem like someone who
would know squat about illicit drugs, unless it were something like opium or laudanum.
Who
else could she turn to? Maybe Grandma
Simms. Mrs. Simms had helped Cassandra
when she and Strephon had been attacked by wolves, and Cassandra had the
impression that she knew a lot about magic. Cassandra made a note to visit the
Friendlee-Mart on Fitch Street after work.
What
else? Cassandra looked at her notebook,
at the scrawl of names, thoughts and queries that she had jotted down as she
grappled with her problem. There was one
name she hadn’t written, that she had been avoiding.
Kurayami.
If
anyone knew anything about vampires at the Club Cyba-Netsu, it would be Ms.
Kurayami. And if Cassandra wanted to
settle things one way or the other, she would have to go back to the Cyba-Netsu
and talk to Kurayami herself.
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