She was back.
Gods it felt like an eternity but she was back at last. Back to France, to her beloved Paris. The trip from England was brief, sitting in first class with headphones on her ears screaming some of her favourite songs while she got the latest update on all the security systems and soldiers she would have to bypass to get her mission done.
Yes, Valerie was to be admired in that point. She was very meticulous with who she hired and what she did. Those that were loyal to her were not so just because of how intimidating the woman was, but because in her madness she was able to inspire their hearts to fight for them.
Alas she was also responsible for the death of her unborn son and that was something she was not about to forget.
After all, Valerie was her Alpha. She would soon become her Omega.

                                                          ***

She waited for her impatiently… so long without seeing her (to the eyes of the public) sister had made her position in the court even more precarious… She had gone to great lengths and risk to visit her but once. She knew well she was forbidden to go anywhere outside France without being escorted and even when she was in her own country she was spied upon. Even now she could sense them. Oh she could not see them, they were too smart, and if she felt them it was because they were letting her now she was being watched. A constant reminder of the mistake of loving her older sister too much.
But this was no time for trips down memory lane. The plane had landed, the passengers were coming out, their voices muffling all thoughts. Mostly tourists visiting the famous city of love.
She searched eagerly amidst the crowd… and soon she saw her… not very tall… in fact, barely 5”4… Blond hair barely seen as it was roughly caught, a cap upon her head and large sun glasses upon her face, hiding the blue of her eyes. Tight fitting coat, scarf and jeans, comfortable yet elegant boots upon her feet, no heels. Practical and casual, yet undoubtfully sophisticated. Yes… That was her Rose. A smile graced her lips as she realised the girl saw her as well and seemed happy about it.
Rose had saw her long before she had spotted her… Though just a “mere” mortal, she had acquired certain skills, but even without them it was easy to spot Marlene anywhere.
Marlene was not that stunning beauty, or that flashy girl… but she was not the girl next door either. No… the woman was in a category of her own… The delicate features  of her face, the body that would put any goddess to shame in its proportioned size, the long brown hair with just a hint of gold and red, barely noticeable, the emerald green eyes that shined as a beacon, those lips… soft and plump… Smaller then Rose and yet with an aura that seemed make everyone else disappear… The magazines and most artists called her “The Muse”… Always elegant and delicate, a true Lady, in the very essence of the word. Even when she whore nothing but a simple black pencil skirt, delicate white blouse with just a slight ruffle upon the cuff, and black high heeled shoes, she could have eclipsed every single woman in that room.
As Rose reached her she smiled and then embraced her – “Welcome home sister… My heart is happy to see you, but how I wished you had not returned.” – Marlene whispered in her ear.


©Ana Cardoso 2008