Night World : Black Dawn Chapter 3

It was pouring, obviously. Not an awful tempest, justa consistent spitting patter that Maggie scarcely noticed.It put her hair down yet it additionally disguised thenoise of her means. Furthermore, the lowlying mists shut out MountRainier. In clear climate the mountain lingered over the city like an avenging white blessed messenger. I'mactuallyfollowingsomebody,Maggiethought. She could barely trust it, yet she wasreally descending her own home road like a spy,skirting vehicles and dodging behind rhododendron shrubs. While all the time keeping her eyes on the thin figure before her. That was what propped her up. She may havefelt senseless and nearly humiliated to do thisbut not today around evening time. What had happened put her farbeyond humiliation, and on the off chance that she ‘started to unwind inside and feel the black out pricklings of uncertainty,memory flooded up again and cleared everythingelse away. The memory of Sylvia's voice. The clasp probably won't have been fastenedright.And the memory ofher mother's hand going limp as her body listed. I'll tail you regardless of where you go, Maggie thought. What's more, then†¦ She didn't have the foggiest idea what at that point. She was trusting to sense, letting it control her. It was more grounded andsmarter than she was right now. Sylvia's loft was in the U region, the school territory around the University of Washington. Itwas a long walk, and when they came to it,the downpour was descending more earnestly. Maggie was gladto receive in return and follow Sylvia into the under ground carport. This is a risky spot, she thought as shewalked into the resounding murkiness. In any case, it was essentially a note made by her brain, with no emotionattached. Right now she felt as though she couldpunch a mugger sufficiently hard to splatter himagainst the divider. She kept a protected separation as Sylvia hung tight for the lift, at that point set out toward the steps. Third floor. Maggie jogged up quicker than the lift could make it and showed up not in any event, breathing hard. Thedoor of the flight of stairs was half open and she viewed from behind it as Sylvia strolled to anapartment entryway and lifted a hand to thump. Before she could, the entryway opened. A kid wholooked somewhat more established than Maggie was holding it,letting two or three snickering young ladies out. Music driftedto Maggie, and the smell of incense. They're hosting a gathering in there. That shouldn't be so stunning it was Saturdaynight. Sylvia lived with three flat mates; they were without a doubt the ones hosting the gathering. Be that as it may, as the young ladies strolled past Sylvia they grinned and noddedand Sylvia grinned and gestured back before walkingcalmly through the entryway. Scarcely the kind of thing you do when your beau's simply been slaughtered, Maggie thought fiercely.And it doesn't actually fit the â€Å"tragic heroine† act,either. At that point she saw something. At the point when the kid holding the entryway let go, it had swung nearly closed †yet not exactly. Would i be able to do it? Perhaps. In the event that I look sure. I'd haveto walk directly in as though I had a place, not stop for a second. What's more, trust she doesn't take note. At that point get behindher. Check whether shetalksto anyone, what she says†¦ The giggling young ladies had gotten the lift. Maggie strolled straight up to the entryway and, withoutpausing, she pushed it open and headed inside. Look sure, she thought, and she continued continuous, intuitively advancing toward a side divider. Herentry didn't appear to have created a ruckus, and it waseasier than she'd suspected to stroll in among these outsiders. The condo was dull, for onething. What's more, the music was medium noisy, and everyone appeared to talk. The main issue was that she was unable to see Sylvia. She set her back to the divider and held up forher eyes to modify. Not over yonder not by the sound system. Presumably inone of the rooms in back,changing. It was as she pushed toward the little hallwaythat prompted the rooms that Maggie truly noticedthe abnormality. Something about this apartment,about this party†¦ was off. Peculiar. It gave her thesame feeling that Sylvia did. Peril. This spot is perilous. Everyone there was so attractive †or elseugly in an extremely elegant way, as though they'd juststepped off MTV. Be that as it may, there was an air about themthat helped Maggie to remember the sharks at the SeattleAquarium. A frigidity that couldn't be seen, onlysensed. There is something so off-base here. Is it true that they are alldrug vendors or something?Satanists?Some kindof junior mafia? They simply feel so evil†¦. Maggie herself felt like a feline with all its hide remaining on end. At the point when she heard a young lady's voice originating from thefirst room, she solidified, trusting it was Sylvia. â€Å"Really, the most mystery place you've ever imagined.† It wasn't Sylvia. Maggie could simply observe thespeaker through the split in the entryway. She waspale and delightful, with one long dark plait, andshe was inclining forward and daintily contacting theback of a kid's hand. â€Å"So fascinating, so secretive it's a spot from thepast, you see. It's old, and everyone's overlooked it, however it's still there. Obviously, it's horrendously risky however not forus†¦.† Not significant, Maggie's psyche chose, and shestopped tuning in. Someone's bizarre vacationplans; nothing to do with Sylvia or Miles. She continued edging a few doors down. The entryway atthe end was closed. Sylvia's room. All things considered, she must be in there; she isn't anywhereelse. With a secret look behind her, Maggie crawled nearer to the entryway. She inclined toward it untilher cheek contacted the cool white paint on the wood, at the same time stressing her eyes toward theliving room in the event that someone should turn her direction. She held her breath and attempted to look easygoing, buther heart was pulsating so boisterously that she could just hear it and the music. Surely there was no one talking behind thedoor. Maggie's expectations of listening in blurred. OK, at that point, I'll go in. What's more, there's no point intrying to be subtle; she's going to take note. So I'll do what needs to be done. It helpedthat she was so keyed up. She didn't have to prepare herself; her body was at most extreme pressure as of now. In spite of her feeling that therewas something threatening about this entire spot, she wasn't startled, or if nothing else not such that felt like dread. It felt like fierceness rather, such as being urgently prepared for the fight to come. She needed to snatch something and shake it to pieces. She grabbed hold of the handle and pushed the dooropen. Another smell of incense hit her as the air rushedout. It was more grounded than the lounge smell,more gritty and musky, with an overlying pleasantness that Maggie didn't care for. The room was much darker than the corridor, however Maggie ventured inside.There was strain on the entryway by one way or another; when she let go of it, it murmured shut behind her. Sylvia was remaining adjacent to the work area. She was distant from everyone else, and she was all the while wearing theGore-Tex climbing outfit she'd had on at Maggie'shouse. Her shining fine hair was beginning todry and lifting up like little blessed messenger quills awayfrom her brow. She was accomplishing something with a metal incenseburner, including portions of powder and what resembled herbs to it. That was where thesickeninglysweet smell was coming from. Maggie had plannedas far as she'd plannedanything at all †to,rush straight up and get in Sylvia'sface. To frighten her into an admission. She was going to state, â€Å"I need to converse with you.† Butbefore she could get the primary word out, Sylvia spokewithout gazing upward. â€Å"What a disgrace. You truly - ought to have stayedhome with your .folks, you know.† Her voice wascool and languorous, not hurried and absolutely notregretful. Maggie halted abruptly. Presently, what's thatsupposed to mean? Is it athreat? Fine. Whatever. I can compromise, as well. Be that as it may, she was shocked, and she had toswallow hard before talking generally. â€Å"I don'tknow what you're discussing, however in any event you'vedropped the teary blubbering act. You were truly badat it.† â€Å"I thought I was very good,† Sylvia said andadded a spot of something to the incense burner.†I'm sure the officials thought in this way, too.† By and by, Maggie was frightened. This wasn'tgoing at all as she anticipated. Sylvia was so quiet, somuch calm.' So much in charge of the circumstance. Not any longer, Maggie thought. She just admittedit was a demonstration. All that chokey stuff while she was discussing Miles†¦ Wrath uncoiled in Maggie's stomach like a snake. She stepped forward. â€Å"You knowwhy I'm here. I need to comprehend what truly happenedto my brother.† â€Å"I told you† â€Å"You told a lot of untruths! I don't have the foggiest idea what in all actuality. The main thing I do know is that Miles could never commit an idiotic error like not clasping his saddle. See, on the off chance that you did somethingdumb-if he's lying out there hurt or something,and you were too terrified to even consider admitting ityou'd bettertell me right now.† It was the first occasion when she'd putinto words a purpose behind Sylvia to lie. Sylvia gazed upward. Maggie was frightened. In the light of the singlecandle by the incense burner, Sylvia's eyes werenot violet yet a progressively rosy shading, similar to amethyst. They were huge and clear and the light appeared to play in them, shuddering. â€Å"Is that what you think happened?†Sylviaasked delicately. â€Å"I stated, I don't knowwhat happened!† Maggie feltdizzy out of nowhere, and battled it, glaring into Sylvia's odd eyes. â€Å"Maybe you had a battle or something.Maybe you are very brave beau. Perhaps you weren't out jumping on Halloween in any case. All I know is that you lied and that there's no body to discover. Also, I need to know the truth!† Sylvia thought back consistently, the candlelight moving in her purple eyes. â€Å"You realize what yourbrother let me know aboutyou?† she asked musingly.†Two things. The first was that you never surrendered. He stated, 'Maggie's no scientific genius, however once shegets hold of something she's much the same as a little bull terrier.' And the second was that you were a finished sucker for anyone in a difficult situation. A genuine draining heart.† She included a couple of fingernail-sized chips of s