Thread: Capturing A Phantom (Athene & AlluringEnigma)

Elena Belrose There it was. The very irritated sigh Elena had been expecting. That plus the sound of La Fleur walking away made Elena start trembling. She was retrieving the gun, wasn't she? That was the last and only cue she would get to breathe while she still could. Her head tilted back as she Elena felt her breaths quicken, becoming more desperate. More ... eager. Essential, even. The agent felt tears finally streaming down. It probably looked about as pathetic as Elena was feeling. But fuck it. Damn everything, especially this woman. If she was really going to die, so be it. But it was like she swore not too long ago, she wouldn't lie about her emotions. That meant her very own. Elena's eyes shut tighter, fully expecting to hear the hammer get pulled back, or just the trigger. ... But when a full minute ticked away and nothing happened, her eyes slowly opened. Confusion and shock entered her azure eyes as she found herself staring right at Zara, completely dumbfounded. No gun was in her hand? She .. wasn't going to be shot? ... The fuck? Granted, Elena was very relieved on one hand. But ... at what cost was her life being spared? This wasn't only being done out of mercy. At least .. she doubted that was the case. Her baffled state only spread further across her face as La Fleur allowed the teasing to stop . Hell, she even helped her sit down. As if they were equals. Suddenly, the actions were indeed more akin to a long-lost friend than a captor. ... What in the fuck is this bullshit?! Did this criminal really think she was a complete idiot? That Elena wouldn't see this was at least partially fake? She was just doing this to get what she wanted, wasn't she?! It was true that Elena wasn't the smartest interpersonal person within Interpol. In fact, she was better in the intrapersonal aspect knowing herself better than others. But she wasn't a hopeless case either. Either way, the mere implication that she was possibly being looked down on made a new surge of anger start to build up. And what if she is being completely real and honest with you? That made Elena's heart sink. Guilt, be it necessary or otherwise, started to rush through her systems, especially her circulatory. In the process, it helped her pulse quicken even more, something she honestly hadn't thought to be overly possible. She didn't usually feel so .. lost. But that was the best way to describe exactly how the young agent was feeling. For once, she stayed perfectly silent and just as still while Zara went on to reveal the real - at least, that was what she was insisting - reason for her being chosen over any other person who worked at Interpol. Elena would wait until La Fleur was done before finally speaking her mind. You're correct. I can't give exact details out, but I can at least confirm what you heard is right. We're supposed to leave your case be. Your body may be betraying you, but maybe it's telling you something. That was definitely a very real possibility. Elena knew it the moment she felt her heart skip a few beats. Part of her wanted to easily agree. It was just exploring after all, right? ... Yes and no. It wasn't quite that easy. It definitely wasn't for Elena, anyway. I ... I don't know. I'm already feeling stupid enough as it is. I just ... wanna go back. I won't say anything, I swear. It would do literally no good for me to relay anything that's happened. Please just let me leave ... Her arms crossed over her bra, holding herself as a shiver trailed down her spine. Elena gulped, finding herself wondering whether the chill was fueled on by something as simple as her temperature, fear, or arousal? A healthy dose of all three factors could easily be detected ... but she couldn't pinpoint which was the strongest.