On the hunt for information

*Grabbing my fake press credentials, adjusting my dress as I enter the nondescript warehouse front for The Authority. I am met at the elevator by 2 men in black fatigues wearing jungle boots carrying M40's (I know this because I have a ex boyfriend who played Black Ops and that's all he could talk about).

One of the men cover my head with a black canvas bag saying that it's for best for all concerned, this place is top secret, how I got the interview is beyond them. They were just plain snotty. I pulled down on my dress to make sure the camera/brooch isn't covered with the bag. One of the men grab my elbow and lead me out when the elevator stops and the doors open. I hear alot of people talking, phones ringing. Suddenly the rip the bag off my head leading me to the front desk making me sign in, a middle aged lady leads me down a hall to a big foyer to wait for the guardian's assistant to come get me. I sit in a plush chair staring around at the opulent decor.

A tall blond walks up saying to follow her to the Guardians office. I walk into a room that looks like it's out of a english manor house, the walls are covered in paneling and bookshelves. Seeing a handsome gentleman sitting at a massive desk smiling at me, he gets up from a cordovan leather chair.

-I watched the beautiful redhead walk into my office. She seemed impressed with the decor, as I was with her Celtic exotic looks. I motion for her to come into the office saying,- Welcome Miss Stone, it's a pleasure to meet you, you do not know how pleased I am that VQ wants to do a profile on me. Please let's move over to the couch to do this interview it will be much more comfortable. -She follows me to the couch sitting on the edge opening her bag pulling out a huge pad, a digital recorder. She dug in her bag looking for a pen. She looked almost frantic. Reaching inside my lapel I hand her my Mont Blanc saying,- Please don't worry pens are easy to come by, feel free to use mine.

*Feeling moisture on my top lip I was about to be frantic about not bringing a pen. The Guardian didn't notice and lent me his. I scramble to open the pad to where I wrote the questions and fumbling to use the recorder. I look up at him asking,* Do you mind if I record this? I am not a speed writer and would hate to miss some vital information. I do not have a photographic memory. * I hope he buys that, the more the equipment running the better.*

-I hear Miss Stone's heart beating fast, I look at her wonder why she is so nervous, and her voice quivers when she asked if I minded using the recorder. I look at her smiling,- No please set it up and I want this article to not have any hitches. As of late the publicity hasn't been favorable for the Authority. Miss Stone you have the loveliest eyes what color are they? -I lean forward looking into them glamouring her, when her pupil dilate, I ask- Who sent you here, are you a real journalist?

*Hearing his voice which makes one think of spicy rum, he leans in looking into my eyes asking the color* I just graduated from LSU with a degree in mass communications. I am a intern at VQ the regular reporter came down with something, so they sent me. The editor is the one who sent me.

-Her tone and features tell me she's telling the truth. I lean back in the chair I am sitting in telling her- You will not remember our little talk, finish setting up for this interview.

*Shaking my head suddenly a headache hits me, as I press the record button on the digital recorder. I look at the Guardian smile despite my head feels like it's splitting in two I start off with the first question.*You have been the head of the Authority, the Guardian for 400 years, do you feel that you have shaped the lives of all vampires everywhere?

-Looking at the pretty woman who asked a great opening question. Brains and beauty what a combination. Smiling at her saying,- Wonderful question Miss Stone, Vampires were in a sad and sorry state 400 years ago when the Authority formed. There were no hard and fast laws, humans were being decimated by vampires as well as plagues all over Europe. The group was formed by people who feel that humans aren't here for just merely food, that vampires can coexist with humans side by side, with the advent of True Blood, we do not need to be parasitic creatures, we can lead normal existence.

*Scribbling down words to look like I was really caring what he said. I look up when he finished saying,* Where do you see the human/vampire relationships going in say the next 5 years?

-Thinking man this article is going to shape up well, I was figuring on it being a puff piece about me with some semi erotic pictures. I smile at her answering her question,- With the Church of the Fellowship of the Sun broken with the disgrace of Steve Newlin, him being turned as a vampire. I can see that with time and no horrible incidents, humans should grow used to vampires in mainstream society. We will be accepted as friends, family members, and neighbors.

*Looking down at the page wondering what question to ask next when someone buzzes his cell phone, the Guardian excuses himself to answer it, I cannot hear what is being said but I can read his body language that it wasn't good, and he finally barks out, You need to fix that, and for Lilith's sake stay out of the boardroom! I look up at him, he smiles at me holding up a finger like it will be another minute. Then he screams into the phone, just you hang on I will be down there in 2 mins. Surprise fills my face as he says this interview will have to be rescheduled because of a slight problem. Smiling at him telling him that's fine, assuring that someone will contact him the several dates. I get up leaving his office after a quick throwing everything back in my bag. I lay his pen on the table, where he could find it. I walk out to see the tall Blond about to lead me back out to the reception area. I ask if I might visit the powder room she point to which to in another corridor it is, I smile telling her I will return. I open each door that is open making sure the brooch is capturing it. I finally get to the ladies I stand in there for a few mins fixing my lipstick brushing my hair. I walk back to the tall blonds desk and she leads me back to reception, where my escorts were waiting to escort me back to the exit.*