Urban Extinction: A New Adult Paranormal Fantasy

by K.N. Lee

  Egan fell to the ground, landing on top of Alicia’s still form. She gasped for breath. “What the hell happened? Some invisible thing snapped her neck.”

  “I…I think I did it.” Livia stared at her trembling hands. “Oh, God, what have I done?”

  “Whatever it was, thank you,” Egan wheezed.

  Livia’s gaze snapped toward Egan. “Yes, but, you’re supposed to be the destructive one. Not me.”

  Egan’s eyes widened. “Seriously? You did what needed to be done. You can process any linger emotion later, girl. We’ve got to get out of here.” She tried to get up but pain held her in place. She groaned and rolled to her side.

  Livia rushed to her and put her arms around her. “Are you okay? Where are you hurt? Let’s get you some care.”

  “Everywhere, I think.” Egan groaned as she pushed up to sitting. “Oh, God, I feel like crap.”

  “Shhh,” Livia soothed. “Let me help you up.”

  Egan accepted the assist, getting to her feet like an ancient woman. She slung her arm around Livia as they hobbled down the hallway, away from the staff, who kept to their huddled vigil.

  “That crew is useless.” Egan stabbed her thumb over her shoulder. “What a bunch of idiots.”

  “Yes,” Livia agreed. “But, to their credit, they seem to be under some sort of spell.”

  Egan scoffed. “I don’t think they are all that when they weren’t under a spell, either.”

  Livia chuckled.

  “And Renner? What happened to him?” Egan choked out the words.

  She lifted her hand to gingerly touch her neck.

  “Gone, baby, gone.” She flashed her beautiful brown eyes at Egan, the concern and care evident. “You look awful.”

  Egan winced. “Looks aren’t everything. I’m more concerned with what just happened to Alicia, and where Renner went. I’ll be okay. Let’s keep up the search.”

  Egan

  Egan and Livia beelined it for the downtown station, heading away from Oblivion as fast as the Corvette would go.

  “I really think we should get you looked at. There are urgent care centers near the station.” Livia flashed Egan a sympathetic gaze.

  “Nope. Not happening. Let’s head to the station, let Danvers know what happened, and see if he has any ideas.”

  Livia giggled. “Right. The man who barely acknowledges the supernatural? He tolerates our abilities. I see him roll his eyes when we tell him what we’re capable of doing. Then, he makes up palatable stories to tell his staff. I doubt if he’ll be any help.”

  “At least it’s something. And, at least he keeps an open mind. Not like some of the other officers.” As Egan gripped the steering wheel, the car screeched around corners, headlights set to high. Then, Egan accelerated through the straightaways, powering toward the starlit horizon.

  “Slow down, Egan,” Livia said, clutching the door handle. “I’m getting queasy.”

  “What? Sorry.” Egan gave her a side-eyed glance. She eased up on the gas, and then peered at the sky through the windshield. “Isn’t it strange that Oblivion is always surrounded by fog? It rarely gets light out there. But here we are, a few miles out and the sky is sparkling with stars, like diamonds.”

  Livia shuddered. “I don’t think it’s weird at all. That place is evil through and through.”

  “Yeah.” She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel. “Do you think Alicia Saunders is a supernatural? I’ve seen her in the news a lot and I don’t sense any mysterious abilities. Do you?”

  “No. It’s strange.”

  “Could it be someone made up to look like her?”

  Livia shrugged. “Don’t know.”

  “And those were crazy abilities. What kind of supe can do that?”

  “I sure don’t know,” Livia said. “We’ll have to research it.”

  “Yes. How can you fight something you can’t see?”

  “Right?” Livia said. She twisted to look at Egan. “And Renner. What did he do to my mental abilities? I was like, what? They don’t work?” She shook her head. “We’ve got to be stronger than them or we’ll be the ones with our necks snapped.”

  Egan touched her throat, recalling the feeling of nearly being strangled to death.

  “How’s your neck?” Livia said.

  Egan glanced at her. “I’ll live. Getting some shut-eye will help. Do you think Danvers will let us take some time off?”

  Livia stiffened. “Probably. Why don’t you ask him?”

  They merged onto the interstate highway and Egan floored the accelerator. “Please, Liv. Which one is he going to grant favors to? You, or me?”

  Livia said nothing. She pressed her lips together and stared out the window.

  They arrived at the station a short while later.

  As Egan got out of the car, she winced at the stabbing sensations shooting through her knees and ankles. “Damn. I hurt all over.”

  “At least nothing’s broken.” Livia got out and hustled around the car to Egan’s side. “Let me help you get inside.”

  “I’ve got this. I can do it myself.”

  “Egan.” Livia gave her a warning glare. “Stop acting so tough. Let. Me. Help.”

  Egan threw up her hands. “Fine.”

  Livia put her arm around Egan’s waist, lending support.

  “Thanks, girl.” With Livia’s help, Egan hobbled up the stairs, and into the building.

  Inside, the space was relatively quiet. A couple of officers sat at their desks, reading newspapers.

  Egan took a long whiff. “Smells like home.” She chuckled. “If home were an old barn with a nearby bar.”

  “Right?” Livia said, as she strode next to Egan. “It smells like history.”

  “And a bunch of stinky men,” Egan said, glancing at Mike Willis, one of the patrol officers. She pushed away from Liv, and tried to stand on her own. Ouch. Throbs of pain coursed up her leg.

  “Hey.” Mike lifted his gaze from his computer monitor.

  She forced a grin.

  He raised his arm and took a sniff of his pits. “Smells like heaven to my wife.”

  “She has to say that or she wouldn’t be getting any from you,” Egan joked.

  The officer grinned back. Then, he cocked his head and studied her. “What happened to you? You look pretty beat up.”

  “Oh, we got in a tussle with a prisoner over at Oblivion.” She and Livia exchanged eye glances.

  They knew better than to tell the main staff what really happened. Few in the department knew what their abilities were, other than skilled at solving cases. Otherwise, they could be thrown in a loony bin.

  The officer shuddered. “That place gives me the creeps.”

  “Can’t say we’re a fan, either.” Egan turned to Livia. “You think Danvers is here?”

  “I think so,” Livia said, her cheeks flushed. “He mentioned something about pulling an all-nighter.”

  “You head over to his office and ask him, then. I’ll get to work on these police reports.”

  Livia looked visibly relieved. “Would you? That would be great. I hate paperwork.”

  “Uh huh,” Egan said. “While I can’t get enough of it.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” Livia said. She hesitated, like she couldn’t decide whether to stay and help Egan or go and do whatever it was she did with Danvers.

  Egan let out a sigh. “Just go and talk to him.”

  Livia scurried away, smiling. Before turning down the hallway, she pivoted to look at Egan, trying to hide her smile. “You going to be here a while?”

  “Not long.”

  “I’ll, uh…I’ll take a taxi home. I’m bushed.”

  “I’ll be ready to go in ten. I’m pretty fast with these reports.”

  Livia’s face grew red. “No, thanks. My chat with Danvers might take a while.”

  Egan arched an eyebrow. “Uh huh.”

  “What?” Livia asked, looking all innocent.

  “Nothing. See you at the hou
se.”

  When Livia whirled to sashay away, Egan thought, That girl’s guilty, guilty, guilty. No doubt she’s going to give Danvers a good morning blow job.

  She wrinkled up her nose at the thought.

  After writing and turning in her report, Egan headed to her and Liv’s home. There, she whiled away the morning drinking coffee and Googling paranormal activity, which led to the afternoon. She also perused Alicia Saunders’s Facebook page, finding nothing untoward. No blubbering notice of the bitch’s demise had been posted. Maybe no one knows anything yet? Or maybe they’re keeping it on the down low? Or, maybe, just maybe, that woman wasn’t the actual Alicia Saunders. She jotted some notes. Contact Alicia. Go over autopsy report. She tapped her pen over her tablet. Seeing to the autopsy report meant seeing Rion.

  Her tummy rumbled. “Okay, okay. Stop grumbling. I’ll feed you.” She pushed away from her desk and stretched, intending to head to the kitchen. “But maybe I can kill two birds with one stone. Maybe if we discuss it over a meal it will seem all casual.” She picked up her phone, swiped the screen, and held her hand over the keypad display.

  “Hello?” His deep voice vibrated through the phone.

  “Hey, Ri. It’s Egan.”

  “Egan! Your number says ‘anonymous.’ I thought you might be my mom.” He let out a nervous sounding chuckle.

  “Definitely not your mom. I wondered if you wanted to grab a bite with me.”

  A loud crash sounded, followed by Rion shouting, “Shit!”

  “Rion? What just happened?” She held the phone away from her face, staring at it. “Rion? Are you still there?”

  “Sorry, sorry. I just knocked something off my desk.” He cleared his throat. “Anyway…sure. I’d love to have dinner with you. What time?”

  “Now. I’m famished. I can’t remember eating anything today.” She twirled a lock of her hair around her fingertip.

  “Uh, give me twenty? I can meet you at 5th and Vine. There’s a great Italian restaurant there. I know the chef.”

  “Luigis?”

  “Yeah, that’s the one.” He cleared his throat again.

  “Great, I’ll head out and meet you there. A plate of spaghetti sounds fantastic.” She hung up the phone, stood, and wandered into the bathroom.

  She grabbed a washcloth and dabbed her armpits clean, added fresh deodorant, and then brushed her hair into a ponytail. Satisfied, she exited, snatching a clean shirt from the closet and sliding her arms into it. Deciding not to drive—traffic’s a bitch at this hour-- she tapped her destination into her Uber app.

  Fifteen minutes later, she stood outside of Luigis, muzzy-headed from lack of sleep and deep in thought from the mystery of their current case.

  Rion rounded the corner and raced toward the restaurant. When he spied her, he slowed. He smoothed his brown waves back with the palm of his hand.

  “Hey, Egan.”

  She clutched her hands together. “Hey, Rion.” He’s wearing a suit. Does he think this is a date?

  He scanned her attire. His eyebrows drew in and up.

  She glanced at her clothes. Jeans—the same ones I had on yesterday—and a fresh linen shirt. I don’t look that bad, do I? She lifted her gaze toward him.

  Putting his hands on her shoulders, he leaned in to kiss her…on the mouth? She jerked her face to the side, giving him access to her cheek.

  He took a step back. Staring at her, with cheeks the color of a sunrise, he said nothing.

  Awkward.

  “I’m starving,” she said, attempting to sound casual. “What’s with the fancy clothes? You going somewhere after we’re done here? I’ll make it quick if I need to.”

  He scowled. “No, I…” He shook his head. “Never mind. Let’s go in. I got us last minute reservations. I called in a favor.”

  “You…” Her face grew uncomfortably warm. “I’m sorry I wasn’t more clear on the phone. I haven’t slept in twenty-four hours. My brain’s a little fuzzy. I need some answers and hope you can give some.”

  He let out a slow breath, then smiled. “Well, I needed to see how this suit holds up, so…”

  “It looks great. You look great.” She nodded.

  “Do I? You do, too.” He swallowed.

  “Oh, please. You’re lucky I put on a fresh shirt. Wait, I didn’t mean that. I’m just…” She threw back her head and groaned. “Can we start over? This is awkward and I’m tired.”

  “Sure, Egan. Let’s get some wine down your throat then I can take advantage of your incapacitated brain.”

  Her eyes widened.

  His cheeks flushed. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Let’s go in.”

  Once they were seated, wine and water before them, and their order in place, she let down her guard a little.

  She lifted her glass to him and said, “Here’s to do-overs.”

  “I second that.” He tapped her glass with his, then took a long swallow. “If you mean it.”

  She did the same. “I do.”

  He smiled, placing his arm along the back of the booth.

  As the buzz hit her system, she began to relax. “So, what can you tell me about the autopsy?”

  “Gosh,” he said, raking his hand through his hair. “It’s so strange. I’m nearly as tired as you are, trust me. I went over and over the results. Stayed up half the night. Got up early and got back to the lab. It’s so strange,” he repeated. “There’s an electrical charge humming through the blood of the deceased—Jason, I mean.”

  Egan leaned forward. “What kind of electrical charge?”

  He leaned forward, too, excitement evident in his soft green eyes. “I found it almost by accident.” He lowered his voice. “You know how we have to keep our abilities on the down-low, right?”

  “Yeah, so?”

  “So, I sensed something…” He wiggled his fingers. “With the mad Fae skills, you know?”

  She nodded.

  “Some blood got on my gloves when I made the first incision. My fingers felt like they’d been dipped in an electrical current. I looked around to see if my assistant or the other M.E. noticed it. They simply stared at it…at me, like I was acting weird. Since I always act weird…” He grinned. “They shook their heads at me.”

  Egan chuckled. “You’re unique, that’s for sure.”

  “Anyway, I was able to isolate the drugs from his blood. Whatever he was given was hot, and I mean hot.”

  “What do you mean?” Egan leaned back and took another swallow of her wine.

  “It was hot, temperature wise. Hotter than the human blood stream can tolerate. It’s a conductive substance that’s been fortified with current. I don’t have a clue how it was done or what it is. But I held a couple of electrodes up to the substance and electricity arced between them. I don’t know how Jason could survive the current, let alone the dosage. He was given a mighty dose of that shit. I have a call into a friend of mine—another Fae who might have answers.”

  Egan nodded, her head bobbing up and down like a child’s toy. “That’s crazy. Liv and I just got back from visiting Renner.”

  She told him the story of what went down at Oblivion.

  “Now that’s crazy. We need to find the underlying cause of this.” He made a fist and quietly pounded the table.

  After that, their talk turned more mundane and playful. Minutes turned into nearly two hours. By the time Rion paid the check, Egan felt happy and relaxed—more relaxed than she’d been in a long time.

  “You’re a nice guy, Rion,” she said, smiling softly at him as he led her out of the restaurant, hand in hand.

  “I’m way more than nice,” he said, a glint of fire flashing in his green gaze. “Let me drive you home, okay?”

  “Sure,” she said, leaning into him, anticipation making her insides flutter.

  They walked down the street, toward the parking garage, saying nothing. Egan savored his warmth. The current between them had nothing to do with drugs and everything to do with chemistry.

  At hi
s sleek, silver Jaguar, he blipped open the lock and opened the passenger door for her. Before she slid into the seat, she looked up at him.

  Not missing her silent invitation, his head dropped toward hers. He slanted his mouth over her lips and gave her the softest, sweetest, sultriest kiss she’d ever experienced.

  When he pulled away, she said, “Oh, I think you’re right. You’re way more than nice.”

  He chuckled and strode around to the driver’s side.

  They said little the few blocks to her house. She held his hand, fingered the curls at his collar, and stroked his strong, muscled thigh.

  He practically purred as he tucked his hand between her legs and caressed her.

  By the time they arrived at her apartment, she was ready to sprint to the penthouse, stripping along the way.

  Something caught her eye, high above her head, on top of the penthouse. She lowered the window and stuck her head out to look up.

  “Oh, no,” she cried out.

  “What is it?” Rion said, peering through the windshield.

  She lifted her finger and pointed. “It’s Livia. And she looks like she’s about to jump.”

  Egan

  The chill of the New York night mantled Egan’s shoulders like a bird of prey, as she and Rion burst through the door to the roof of the luxury apartment where she and Livia resided.

  Livia, her back to them, stood at the edge, swaying back and forth. She wore nothing but a cotton, see-through shirt, showing each curve of her shape in the moonlight.

  Egan tensed, coming to a stop. “Livia! What are you doing? Tell me you’re not thinking of doing something stupid like jumping.”

  Livia turned to the side, revealing her elegant profile. She glanced over her shoulder and flashed Egan a dreamy smile, enhanced by the moonlight glinting against her purple highlighted hair.

  “Don’t be silly, Egan,” she said. Her voice sounded breathy and strange.

  “Why would I do that? I’m no bird.”

  Egan’s lip curled. “This doesn’t sound like Livia,” she whispered.

  “Isn’t the view wonderful up here?” Livia threw her arms wide, wobbling slightly.