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Salem &Rowan
Date: August 2nd
Time: 11:00 am
Location: Huskers Reasturaunt
Last night had been... something. Salem kept replaying Tiberius's death over and over in her head as she greeted the very few people that walked through the door of the reasturaunt. Though he hadn't been apart of the Guild, and they had close to zero history, she still felt something. Her heart went out to Aloysius. She knew what it was like to lose someone you were close to; someone who you had worked beside for years. Speaking of losing members of your ranks... No one had heard from Liz since last night. Salem pushed the thought aside and went to place the first order of the day in the kitchen. "I need a ten ounce steak, medium rare. Loaded baked potato on the side!"
Feeling a tap on her shoulder, she would turn to be face to face with the newest waitress at the restaurant: A high school girl named Zora. "Miss Salem? There's a guy outside asking for you..." Salem looked at her, her face expressionless, though she was feeling pure confusion at the moment.
"What does he look like?"
"About six foot tall, ma'am. Messy blonde hair. Kinda cute, too, of you ask me."
Salem thought for a moment. She knew no one with this description. The young woman looked to Husker, as if asking for permission to step outside. He gave her a curt nod as he slid a shot of whiskey across the bar. "Zora, darling, do me a favor and look over my customers for a few, would youu? Though she had asked a question, her tone was that of demand. Zora didn't seem to mind however. She beamed with pride, apparently happy with her new task. Salem took a deep breath as she walked across the reasturaunt, her hair flowing behind her.
As she pushed open the glass door, she spotted the man waiting for her. It was easy to tell it was he who was waiting on her, as he was staring at her as she came out if the building. Rowans facial expression was unreadable. Salem recognized the stranger immediately from last night's events. He was one of Rebeccas accomplices - the one that tried to bind her with flower roots. Salem now felt herself ready to fight at a moments notice for what felt like the hundredth time in the last twenty-four hours. "Can I help with something," she asked, her voice cold and hostile.
"Buenos dias, sis," Rowan said, his tone neutral in return.
Salem scoffed. "Sis?"
Rowan nodded, pursing his lips in mock thought. "You do know who I am, right?" He waved his hand as if he was swatting a fly. "Who am I kidding? Last time you seen me was years and years ago." Salem just stood there looking at him. "Oh wow. You really have no idea who I am," he said, chuckling as he reached into his pants pocket to remove an old Polaroid. He handed it to Salem, who took it reluctantly.
Looking at the photo, Salem would see a young smiling woman holding two small babies in her arms, a young dark haired man smiling down at the three of them. The photo had been taken in front of a hospital building. It took her a moment, but Salem recognized these people. They were her parents, and that was the hospital she was born at. She looked up at Rowan, her facial expression nothing but serious now. "How did you get this?"
"Why, I'm the other kid."
"Estúpido," Salem spat. "My parents only had one child."
Rowan laughed once more, shaking his head. "You're wrong. Your parents had twins. They named the little girl Salem. That would be you, of course. Then they named the little boy Rowan. That would be me. Their next step was to give the little boy away and chose to keep the girl, because time has shown that the females in the family tend to be more powerful. They chose power over blood... They chose you... over me. They could have kept us both, but they didn't. So they damned me to the life of being in the shadows, never being able to live up to my potential. But don't worry, I don't blame you. I just wanted to warn you that Rebecca wants you dead. Possibly Aloysius to, but mainly you."
Salem stood there, taking in the new information. She studied his face. The shape of his nose, the color of his eyes... He was the spitting image of her father when he was younger, only with blonde hair. "Why should I believe you?"
"I think you already do," He said, starting to walk away. "Adios, sis."
Salem would have went after him, if it hadn't had been for her phone going off. She unlocked the screen to see a message from a contact that she hadn't seen pop up in a long, long time. The message would be from 'kid'. It simply stated that they needed to meet somewhere private tonight. She responded quickly. Old gym at ten. She walked back into the reasturaunt as if nothing ever happened, refilling a mans drink.
