#oh boy i hope a big tall vampire lady doesn’t show up in my room at 3am
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tangerine blossoms (m)
pairing: min yoongi + reader
genre: 19th century!au, vampire!au, fluff, smut
wc: 12k | content warning: mentions of blood and death. loss of virginity.
summary: “You catch him watching you, of course you do, a smile gracing your lips and he figures this is the agony all the poets had wrote about.”
song rec: softly by clairo
WINTER
You heard about Min Yoongi before you actually met him.
The town you lived in was small. So small that news spread like fire and just after two days of the death of Mr. Min, a noble man that lived on the big mansion near the lake, everyone already knew of the latest gossip. Mr. Min never married, and therefore never had children, so the only person that could take care of his house and business was a nephew that lived far away somewhere cold. And that’s just the top of the whole story, there was multiple speculations underneath that, but you usually preffered to stay out of too raunchy conversations.
To make matters even more unusual, to say so, the Jungs, another one of the rich families, were going to throw a ball to welcome the newcomer. A ball, just the mere mention of that was enough to make anyone shriek with excitement because, well, that didn’t happen very often. It was a small town, like you had mentioned, nothing even too scandalous or exciting ever happened in rural areas.
But that was about to change.
You can barely breath in the dress you’re wearing, something old and simple your mother had found but still managed to tie the corset as tight as possible. To entice a possible husband, she had said. It seemed that these days the fact you, the only girl out of three sons, still being unmarried was plaguing her profoundly.
The ball was what you think a ball is supposed to be. There’s music and many people dancing around, while others stay in the corners gossiping about who will dance with who. You’re closest to the latter, since you never had the opportunity to attend one of these and the only time you had danced was when your friend, Wendy, wanted to practice in case the opportunity ever came. One of your brothers had promised to teach you, but that was before he had to go away to fight a war he didn’t care about.
This was the opportunity to dance, probably the only one you’d have in awhile, but still the both of you stay glued to a corner. People watching, is what you liked to call it. “Bit boring, don’t you think?” You say over the loud music and cheers.
“Yes. But we can always dance, can’t we?” She replies, raising one eyebrow at you as your lips falter in an attempt to laugh.
“Together? That would be quite a sight.” It would and people would talk about it for days until you couldn’t stand it anymore. But you wanted to, so desperately. It seemed like that was the only way to have a little fun on these.
“It’s not like any gentleman will ask us, anyway.” That makes you scoff, because it was true. It wasn’t that the two of you were unattractive, you both had your pleasant features. It was more due to the fact that you were poor, and the other girls, well, they had gone all out to buy expensive dresses and jewellery for this occasion. And most of them were married already, but you? You had better things to think about, other than giving your freedom to a man that would never understand that you dreamed of things bigger than this.
“Have you seen what Mrs. Jung is wearing? I’ve never seen a dress so pink in my entire life.” Wendy changes the subject, and you focus your vision on Mrs. Jung, an old lady that once wanted you to marry her son, until she realized you had no interest in sewing.
“I think she forgets she’s almost sixty sometimes.” That earns a loud laugh from her and a few mean glances from people near you.
Another song begins, probably the sixth so far and you wonder where the main attraction of the party was. Everyone had been beyond excited to see how the young Min looked and how they could get close to him, to benefit from the house his uncle had left behind. You were curious too, had wondered briefly what kind of person he would be, hoping that it was better than his relatives. The late Mr. Min was as much unpleasant, as he was full of himself.
It isn’t until Wendy nudges you harshly that you snap out of your thoughts. “He’s here.” She whispers and your head immediately shoots up, straight to the point everyone seems to be staring at.
A man, with slightly pale skin and dark hair walks inside wearing black velvet that stands out from how detailed it is. He has sharp eyes but his skin is soft and when he grins at something the tall man next to him whispers in his ear, you can see the faint glimpse of a gummy smile. He’s beautiful, enough to make the other men in the room jealous and the women regret their marriage choice.
You gape until your eyes are met with the last sight you would wish to see, your mother and father making their way to the man with suspicious smiles on their faces. You watch as the man greets them with a curious look on his face and that’s enough for you to almost run to their encounter, in hopes to prevent tragic events from happening. Your mother was known for having a mouth bigger than she could handle.
“Oh! Mr. Min,” She exclaims when she sees you and that is not a good sign. “This is the daughter I was telling you about, ____. The only girl out of 3 boys and she is yet to be married. Would you believe that?”
“Mother!” You are sure you are either pale or red from embarrassment but if the conversation is bothering him, he doesn't show it. Instead there's amusement on his face as he looks at you.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss ___” He says, bowing and the only thing you can think about as you bow back is that his voice sounds like honey.
Your mother continues talking, ignoring any signs that this is far from what to say to a stranger about your daughter. “I suppose it is because she has taken a liking to reading more than to learn how to cook and sew.”
“Mother!” You can’t help but groan, hiding your face as the man accompanying Mr. Min chuckles lightly.
“Well I come to think reading is a very enriching activity. In fact my uncle happens to have a big library in his house that I look forward to explore.” His eyes don’t leave you as he says that, not even when your father speaks for the first time since your arrival.
“We are well very aware. ______ has plagued us by talking about how she dreams of having a library like that one day.”
That makes him smile lightly as he directs his next words at you. “Perhaps you could come by someday then, Miss ___.”
“Oh my, really!?” Your own voice betrays you with how loud it gets, but there’s no hiding your excitement at the mere thought of visiting the library you had only heard about. People would say that he had over a thousand books and also kept paintings in there. Your father’s words were true, you had dreamed about it once or twice. “But wouldn’t it be a bother? I would hate to intrude, you don’t have invite me just to be nice.”
Your nervous blabbering seems to amuse him even further and soon he’s shaking his head. “Not at all, just drop by anytime and you can spend as much time there as you want.”
You contain yourself from shrieking, just thanking him as much as you can before he has to move to speak to other people.
✹
Your hands are slightly shaking under your gloves as you knock on the huge door to the Min house. You had only passed by it a couple of times before, and heard as people went on about how big it was but still, nothing could’ve prepared you for how it looked up close. It could be a palace for all you knew, with the big pillars and complicated wood work.
You stare at with awe as you wait for the door to open and when it does an man with a warm smile greets you. “Good morning, Miss ___.” He says with a cheerful voice and his use of your name makes you remember that he’s the same man that accompanied Mr. Min to the ball a week ago.
“Hello.” You reply as cheerfully as him before you’re bowing and extending the basket filled with biscuits your mother had sent you out of the house with. “I brought some biscuits.”
As if possible, his smile grows even bigger as he takes the gift from your hands and gestures you in. “How sweet of you, I’m sure Yoongi will like them very much with some tea.” He says guiding you inside the house, that somehow looks even bigger and prettier from the inside with fancy furnitures and paintings covering the walls. “I’ll take you to the library, shall we?”
Hoseok guides you inside the house slowly, as if he knew you wanted time to stare at all the beautiful paintings on the way, until he stops and you’re standing outside closed marble doors. “Here we are.” He opens the door for you, letting you inside. “I’m Jung Hoseok, by the way, Mr. Min’s caretaker. Feel free to call for me if you need anything.”
Before you can even laugh at his joke, or thank him for the kindness, the words escape your mouth as you stare with eyes shining at the library you had only dreamt about until now. It’s huge, with big windows and a balcony door letting the light in on the velvet furniture, making it even more beautiful. The walls are filled with paintings just like the other parts of the house and for you immense pleasure, there are rows and rows filled with so many books that never in your lifetime you would be able to finish reading them all.
You are so entranced by the sight in front of you, mouth gaping and eyes roaming, that you don’t even hear him coming in until his voice fills the room. “Is it what you imagined, Miss ___?”
“Mr. Min!” You turn back, startled by his sudden appearance, but quickly bowing to him. “I have no words to thank you, it is more than I could ever imagine.”
He chuckles at your excitement, passing around and you follow him like a child. “You haven’t even read any books yet, there’s nothing to thank me for.”
To be fairly honest you hadn’t expected him to be joining you on your visits, and certainly not being so relaxed and kind. After the ball, people had started making assumptions of what kind of person he was, based on their small interactions with him and it was mostly unpleasant things. They had said that he was a reserved man, cold and strict but so far he seemed to be far from these things, just a little intimidating.
“I’m sure it won’t be hard to find something to read in here.” You reply, smiling genuinely at him. “I wasn’t even aware that so many books existed.”
He laughs again and you decide it is a sound you wouldn’t mind hearing often. “Yes, my uncle was quite fond of his collections.” He enters a section, you following right behind, eyeing his back as he let his fingers dance on the shelved books. “It’s the most prized thing he has left for me.”
You feel a sudden warmth at your heart, knowing that he was letting you in on a place that he seemed to enjoy very much. You also feel extreme excitement knowing that he shares the same passion as you. “I’m truly honored to be here, Mr. Min. Thank you again, for inviting me.”
He turns to you, nodding with a smile on his lip. “Of course. How could I’ve not invited you when your mother said this is the only activity you’re interested on.”
A blush paints your cheeks, eyes going down bashfully as you remembered his interaction with your mother. “I am interested in other things, my mother just likes a little drama.” You defend yourself, basking on the sound of his chuckle. “But reading is my passion, I’m hoping to become an author someday.”
Of the wildest dream you could have for your future, writing had been it from a very young age. You remember picking up the first book you ever read and feeling like there was nothing that could stop you from chasing your wishes, and that, for a girl living in a small village in a small house and sharing a room with three older brothers, meant everything.
“Oh, a writer.” He sounds sincerely surprised. “What do you wish to write about?”
You shake a bit in excitement at the opportunity to talk about your dream. No one that knew about it bothered to ask you about your interests, they all said it was rather silly for you to want to have a career and that you should just focus on getting a husband first and foremost. A stupid thing to think about. “I want to write about normal things, normal people. Like the baker that’s raising his son alone and my brother who had to leave his dream of becoming a teacher behind to fight the war.” You say, voice bright as he listens attentively. “I think every person deserves to have their story told, no matter how insignificant they think it is.”
“That’s very noble of you.” He says genuinely, making you smile. “I would love to read something by you someday.”
And that’s enough to have you smiling like a fool for the rest of the morning, as he shares his favorite books with you and you tell him the many reasons why you had loved Portrait of a Lady so much. Hoseok even comes by after some time with tea and biscuits you had brought, and you’re so excited that you don’t realize that Yoongi doesn't really eat them.
It’s a lovely day, so lovely that you’re there the next day too, and the next. After the first visit, it is like you’re at the Min household all of the time, because even if Mr. Min had said you could borrow the books and take them home with you, he had also said that you could come by anytime you wanted to read in the library. And why would you stay at home, with your mother pestering you about chores when you could be surrounded by books and in the presence of someone so kind.
A nice routine settles easily, you’ll come around in the early morning and Hoseok, Yoongi’s caregiver as he would call himself, will greet you at the door with a smile and an offer for tea and biscuits, which you always accept. Then you’ll go to the library, pick a book and stay there as long as you can handle before you have to at home for lunch.
Most of the times, Mr. Min will accompany you, with a book and teacup of his own. Hoseok too joins in sometimes but it’s usually just you and Yoongi, sitting across from each other on the twin dark green couches that are placed on the middle of he room.
Some days, it’s a bit unsettling because he will look more serious, intimidating even, with his dark gowns and few words, but it only takes you awhile to realize that on these days he’ll start talking if you are the one that starts it, and you have no problem in doing so. You talk and talk about anything and he indulges you with witty comments and not very often laughs.
It’s pleasant to find out about the place he used to live in before and about his family, and that the both of you have more in common than you would ever think. He’s gentle, funny in a way that sometimes takes you a moment to understand, and caring, always offering you more tea and asking if you would like that he shut the windows closed because of the cold.
And the thing you liked the most, is that he treats you like a person. Most of the man you had met before had treated you like you were either not worth their time or as if you were a mere consumption item that had to come with the right assets. No, Min Yoongi treated you like a woman that had other interests than dresses and dancing, even though you still enjoyed both of those things. He asked you difficult questions and discussed the books he was reading with you, actually listening to what you had to say.
And perhaps that’s what makes you heart beat a little faster out of the sudden on a particular morning, when his fingers accidentally brush yours when he passes you the teacup. Or perhaps is the way you can feel him sneaking glances at you when you are not doing the same to him. But whatever it is, it had unleashed the butterflies on your stomach and now they were at his mercy, going absolutely feral when he would catch you staring and your eyes would meet for only a fracture of time, before he would clear his throat and go back to his book.
Hoseok catches on that quickly and he stops joining the two of you less and less. And sometimes you will even sit on the same couch, reading quietly and stealing bolder glances but that is all. It never moves past that and the butterflies are impatient, but there’s nothing you can do but wait.
SPRING
The beginning of spring brings with itself beautiful flowers and the sun shining brightly on the sky. Your clothing quickly become unbearable and most of the days you have to opt for flowy dresses instead of the usuals with thick fabrics.
With the weather getting warmer and warmer it also becomes unbearable to stay inside the house, or even worse at Yoongi’s library, so when you visit, he accompanies you to his garden for a walk or to read near the lake. It would be a waste not to do so anyway, because it’s a beautiful garden, had been since his uncle was alive and Yoongi made sure that it stayed that way. With beautiful plants and flowers, and trees filled with fruits.
You both walk side by side until your eyes find a tree filled with orange colored fruits and beautiful white flowers. “Are those tangerines?” You ask with excitement, practically running to the tree.
“Yes, they are.” His voice is amused as you cheer while collecting a few flowers and arranging them in your hair, turning for a second just to gift him with one as well. He takes it with a shake of his head, finding the act extremely silly.
“Oh wow!” You pick one that looks good enough to eat, running your fingers through the skin as memories fill your mind. When you were a child you would go to your grandparents farm with your brothers and they would always help you pick the best tangerines out of the tree. “It has been awhile since I had one.”
You peel it quickly as Yoongi places down the towel you had brought on the grass and sits down, book already on his hand. You sit down by his side, a piece of the fruit already on your fingers and you just plop it into your mouth after he denies it when you offer to him.
The taste is so pleasant that you can’t help but hum, eyes closing momentarily, not even noticing that a bit of the juice had began running down your hands. But Yoongi does, his eyes not leaving you and soon he’s reprimanding you. “You'll ruin your dress.” He scolds, your eyes snapping open as you finish chewing. “Sometimes I wonder if you truly have no manners or if you have just become too comfortable around me.”
You scoff. He’s great at overreacting because you had barely done anything. “I’m very well mannered, Mr. Min.” You say, plopping another piece of the fruit in your mouth as you rest relaxed on your elbows. Besides, must I always be ladylike? Even when I’m eating fruit?”
“I’ve told you to call me by my name already.” He breathes out, clearly entertained by your words. He always seemed to be with the things you said. “And I suppose not. But you that men like when women are ladylike.”
You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Men are futile creatures, don’t you think? All they can think about is if a girl is pretty enough and has good manners.” All men but one your mind provides and you have to bite the words you want to say. “I couldn’t care less about that.”
He knows that very well. Has heard your complaints about how you couldn’t possibly think of marriage when every man that appeared in front of you is as shallow as they all seemed to think women were. “You have a fair point. But I’m sure you’ll find one that doesn’t care about your messy behaviour.” You scoff again and he opens his book then, flipping the pages with furrowed brows until he finds the one he stopped on.
“Wouldn’t you say I already have?” You eye him, tangerine juice on your lips and the sun hot on your face. He always looks paler on the sun, his dark eyes shining slightly, making for a breathtaking view that makes you bold and shy at the same time. Your words make him remove his eyes from the book to stare at you with raised eyebrows. He knows what you meant, always does when you let go of your inhibition for a little.
But if he has something to say, he chooses not to. The silence that follows is filled with the sounds of birds chirping and your chewing before you have had enough and decide to speak again.
“My mom used to make tangerine marmalade for us when we were kids. Have you ever tried it?” He doesn't remove his eyes from the book this time and it annoys you profoundly.
“No. The taste of it is not very pleasing to me.” He replies shortly, your eyes stay glued to him.
“I see. I was thinking of bringing some home with me to make it for you, but I guess I’ll have to find something else now.” It’s a lie because you weren't really thinking of anything, just wanted something to talk about and he sure knows that as well.
“I thought you didn't know how to cook.” He looks at you for a second as you gasp at his comment. It was true, sure, but he didn't have to throw it in your face like that.
“I am learning.” You defend yourself. “Mother is trying to teach me how to make apple pies, but she always gets frustrated halfway through it and just ends up doing it herself.”
That makes him laugh and even though it’s teasing you, you are glad you got to hear the sound of it at least once today. “You can bring me a pie when you learn how to make it. I’ll eat it then.”
You accept his challenge with a shake of your hands that leaves the place he touched tingling and you ignore the feeling by starting to peel another tangerine. The rest of the day is spent in mostly silence as he reads his book and you lay around letting the sun get you tired enough so that you are numb to your own lingering feelings.
✹
Yoongi thinks he’ll go crazy very soon. There are quite some words he would use to describe you, beautiful, soft, kind, smart, but right now the only one that crosses his mind is tempting. You’re wearing a white dress that makes you look angelic, even more so with the flowers you had placed on your hair and the sun makes you practically shine.
He enjoys watching you eat the most, as strange as it sounds, trying not to make it obvious, he sneaks glances from behind his books as you eat the tangerines in a way that makes him dizzy, with how the juice of it wets your lips and fingers and you moan around it as if it’s the most delicious thing you had ever ate. It sounds sinful and he wishes he could touch you, wants to so desperately that he is sure he will go absolutely insane.
You catch him watching you, of course you do, a bashful smile gracing your lips and he figures this is the agony all the poets had wrote about. The heart wants what it wants, isn’t that what they all say? And his yearns for the only thing he has ever wanted like this this, like he’s burning from inside.
✹
The rumors start a few months after Mr. Min has settled in. It’s a mere act of jealousy, you think, that people can’t live in the luxurious house he has and that he won’t bother with pleasantries towards people that want to know only about his money. It starts as merely calling him conceited, for not inviting anyone to visit and for not coming to the village very often. You wonder what people would say if they knew you are at his house almost as much as you are at yours. Probably that you were unworthy or that you were trying to milk him out of his money.
Then it becomes something more. You see, there’s not much to do in a rural area and that gives people the time to get creative with their gossip. So Min Yoongi goes from a conceited bastard to a creature in few talks. They say that he won’t leave the house because it will burn his skin, that’s why he’s so pale and that he feeds from the servants he brought from the north. They call him every synonym of monster they can think of and it’s stupid, that’s what you think. You had seen him outside on the sun and nothing had happened and if he fed from blood then why didn’t he do it to you? There was nothing about him that made you feel unsafe. Im fact, his company was more pleasant than anyones else in your opinion.
But your mother, of course seemed to think otherwise. She would go on and on about how you were putting yourself in danger and you shouldn't trust that awful man. It’s outrageous in your opinion, how she was so quick to turn her back on him when he was nothing but nice to your family.
It’s all very stupid and it won't stop you from visiting him, because it also worries you profoundly that he was ever to suffer any harm because of this.
“I brought you a pie.” You say, gesturing to it when Yoongi opens the door after you had almost aggressively knocked on it. You were just desperate to see him, is all, after a few days of not being able to because of your mother and father’s unwillingness.
He looks surprised but as sharp as ever. “You came in early today.” You did, being home was making you fidgety and you had an urge to see him after all that was happening.
“I’m sorry. I just didn't want the pie to go cold.” It's a half lie. The pie would have gone cold if you had waited more, but that was the last of your worries.
“It's fine. It's a very pleasant surprise, you haven’t been here in a couple days.” That’s all he says on the matter, gesturing for you to come inside and you do. “Did your mother make it?”
“No, I did.” You had stayed up all night in order to make it perfect on your second try. The first didn’t cook correctly.
He has the nerve to laugh at that as he walks you both to the kitchen. “Don’t lie.”
A gasp falls out of your lips, a hand going to your heart. “I did! I followed through with her recipe.” You defend yourself, amusing him further. “Can't assure you it's good, but at least I tried.”
“Well, I'm very flattered.” His voice is genuine as you watch him place the pie on the small kitchen table, sitting down while he grabs the utensils to eat it. “I’ll make us some tea to go with it.”
It’s mostly silent while he heats the water to get the tea ready and it makes you wish Hoseok was here, he would certainly save you from the questions of what you had been up to and the lies you have to come up with for not having visited.
When the tea is ready he sits in front of you, pouring the tea as you cut a slice for him and place it on his plate only. “Are you not going to eat?” He says, raising one eyebrow because he had come to realize you were a huge sweets fan.
You shake your head. “No. I made it just for you. And Hoseok, of course.”
He chuckles at that and you finally get to watch him finally eat a bite of it. You realize it’s the first time you had seen Yoongi eat all of this time, he hums around the pie, chewing slowly before he finally speaks. “This is very good, you did a good job.”
The praise makes you smile widely, cheeks flushing. “I did?”
“Yes, can add that to the list of your accomplishments.” He smiles back and you’re glad to be here after the days of not coming.
The conversation progresses as you sip on your tea and he eats small bites of the pie, asking you about the book you had been reading until you can’t take it anymore and the reason why you had come slips from your mouth.
“Have you — Would you like to visit the city with me?” It’s sudden and it makes him look at you a little weirdly, a tilt to his head.
“Why? Is being here not enough entertainment? We have the garden and the library.”
“Yes, but people have been talki-“
He lets out a loud sigh, interrupting you “I don't care what people have to say and you shouldn't either.”
“I don't!” You say because you really don't, but you can’t stand the words that have been said about him. “But they are saying awful things about you and-“
“What is it? What are they saying?” He urges you to just spill it already.
“They are saying you won't come to the city because you are not human.” You mutter, avoiding his eyes by focusing on swirling your spoon on the cup.
He scoffs, sounding just a bit nervous. “That makes no sense. You know I'm human.”
You laugh a little at the silliness of his statement. “I do, but they don't.”
It only takes a few puppy looks from you before he’s muttering “If it’s worrying you to this extent then I guess we could go for a walk.” He says and you bright up at that, clapping as you get up from the table and he follows you. In your excitement, you don’t realize he has left more than half of the pie uneaten.
It turns out that your idea had been awful. The appearance of Min Yoongi on the village does
the exact contrary of what you thought it would and as you two walk around, you pointing to the stores you liked and to the things you would hope he would find amusing, people gather around and give the both of you ugly stares. Yoongi is better at ignoring it than you are, and he tries to distract you as much as possible, guiding you inside the bakery you had said you like and buying you pastries to lift your mood.
It’s only when you get home that you realize what you had done, as your mother tells you the neighbor had come over to gossip about how a young promising girl like you shouldn’t be with a man like that and how he had probably cursed you so you would be with him. You listen with tears in your eyes as your mother reprimands you and says all the most horrible things about Yoongi, things that you know are not true.
SUMMER
Weeks go by until you’re able to see him again. Your mother insists you don’t, but you think you would die from the constant sadness that haunts you from how much you miss him.
It’s when he sends you a gift on your birthday that you can’t endure not seeing him anymore. The writing machine had been accompanied by the pastries you like so dearly and a letter with a simple birthday wish and the hope that you could see each other soon.
You rush out of the house the next day, your heart beating like a young girl that was finally going to be able to see the boy she fancied. Your light dress and the bow tying your hair fly behind you as you practically leap to the Min household.
It’s with flushed cheeks and a silly small that he finds you as he opens the door. “____!” He exhales, sounding almost relieved to see you.
You can’t think properly, throwing yourself into his arms as you hug him tightly. “Oh, Yoongi.” You voice is filled with emotion. “Thank you so much.”
It’s a second before he’s hugging you back, hands twitching as they move to your back. He smells lovely and you are not sure if the warmth you feel is from running on the heat or from his body.
He separates from you with a chuckle. “I’m guessing you had a good birthday.”
“Yes, because of you!” It had been a miserable one, your mother forgetting all about it and without any of your brothers there to wake you up with hugs. You felt sorry for yourself until you received his gift. One that couldn’t be more meaningful. “I can’t thank you enough. It must have been so expensive, I don’t deserve such kindness.”
He scoffs. “You deserve much more than that.” You take his hand as he extends it and guides you inside the house. Your palm tingles where it’s connected with his. “Now let’s go, the library has missed you.”
It’s a good feeling, being in the library with him again. You had talked and talked about anything that came to mind as he listened attentively before he was the one doing the talking, about how he had finished reading your favorite book. You shared your thoughts about it and you could almost beam on how content you felt.
After some time he decides to sit by the piano, as you continue on the sofa watching as he plays a few notes before settling on a soothing melody. You decide then to speak the words you had been keeping to yourself, too afraid to speak them. “Nakamoto Yuta has asked for my hand.” You merely whisper, the melody suddenly stopping as he looks at you.
His mouths opens and closes as he tries to find a good thing to say. “I — And will you accept it?” Is what he decides on. There’s uncertainty on his voice and that gives you the tiniest amount of hope.
You shrug. “Perhaps.” He must know that you wish you wouldn’t have to. “Well my mother sure hopes I do.”
There’s a moment of silence, a page of the book you had been reading flipping from the wind coming inside but you pay it no mind. Your eyes stayed glued to his face, how he stares at the piano keys with what you think is confusion on his eyes. “What does he have to offer you?” He asks suddenly.
A lot, if you thought about it. He was known to be from a very rich family, and nothing too unpleasant had been said about him to you. Besides that, you would finally be able to leave your parents house and have an illusion of freedom. “He’s a very wealthy man.” Are the words you decide on.
He raises one eyebrow, head shooting up to look at you again “And?”
“Well, I've never met him but people do say he's quite charming.”
“And is that what you wish for? To be married to a man that you've never met before?” You’re the one avoiding his eyes now, the questions making you nervous as if you were being tested.
“It sounds to me that you don't want me to marry him.” You speak in a small voice. He’s speaking as if he doesn't know exactly what you want.
“That is not my choice to make.” He says with a breathy nervous chuckle and it annoys you slightly, because in the end it was. You felt like each day you were waiting for him to finally do it, and as close as it fell now it was shattering.
“But you sure are opinionated on the matter.” Your voice is bitter as you give him a pointed look.
“I am merely advising you.” He defends himself and you huff, rolling your eyes
“I do have to marry someone one day, you know?”
“Yes, you like to remind me quite a lot of that fact.” His voice is almost bitter and it would annoy you even further even it didn’t make you feel slightly bad for all the teasing you had done in the past.
It’s another minute of silence until he starts playing again, the same melody and the butterflies on your stomach urge you to do something, so you get up from the couch, walking slowly until you’re standing in front of the piano. You watch him play quietly, his fingers moving with expert and ease, eyebrows furrowed as he concentrates.
He so looks beautiful it makes you want to cry. He’s wearing a simple white shirt, that makes him look almost angelic, and you think you could stay here all day staring at him.
“I would say yes, you know?” You whisper when the song is over, the words just escaping your mouth because you want him to know.
“To what?”
“If you ever proposed to me.” And then he’s looking at you, a soft look on his eyes as he smiles sadly.
“You father would not like that very much.” Is his answer and you laugh lightly at the thought of him asking your father for your hand. He would be absolutely livid.
“He probably wouldn't. But he would come to peace with it eventually.” You like to think so at least.
“I wouldn't.” His voice is a whisper that you can’t quite understand because Hoseok choses that moment to come barging inside the room, interrupting the moment completely as you turn around to stare at him with a shocked expression.
“____.” He exclaims, eyes going wide in surprise to see you after such a long time. “What a pleasure to see you again.” He turns to Yoongi then, a sorry look on his face. “I apologize for interrupting, but I need your assistance with something.”
You feel extremely sad when Yoongi nods, muttering a quick apology to you as he gets up and follows Hoseok to whatever is that he needed. Whatever he had said, it sounded like it would be important and your mind tries to come up with what it could’ve been.
You stay in the library for another hour before you finally leave.
✹
Yoongi is not very good with feelings, the ability of dealing with that had probably gone away alongside his humanity. That considered, the strange and constant reminder of your absence on the back of his head bothers him profoundly, because he misses you. He’s not stubborn enough to not be able to admit that, because he yearns for your presence, your laugh and even the nonsense you speak sometimes.
It’s been a week since your last visit, one that ended too bitterly, and he was dead already, but why did it feel like he would die without you?
Hosek catches on quickly to that, throwing knowing glances his way when he’s sulking around and even worst, speaking on the matter. “You've grown quite fond of her.” He says one day when they are both on Yoongi’s studies, checking finances.
“I have.” Is what Yoongi replies with because there was no point in lying to someone that knew you better than you knew yourself.
“Then why wont you ask for her hand? The poor girl will go crazy if you don't.” That’s the problem with Hoseok, he can’t keep his nose out of things because he cares too much. “She brings you food you don’t even eat, for god’s sake.”
Yoongi lets out a deep sigh. He wasn’t ready to have this conversation, not now that he’s absolutely going crazy without you. “You know why.”
Hoseok scoffs. “Please, she’s head over heels for you. I’m sure that would just be a detail.”
That makes him cringe because they both knew it was far from being a mere detail. The thirst that made his throat burn until he could sink his teeth on whatever animal Hoseok found, was enough proof. “I could hurt her.” He could. It was stupid to say but you were a mere fragile thing, a too giving one and it scared him that if he were ever to tell you the truth, you would just accept it and let him do as he pleased.
“You won't. You haven't hurt me all these years”
“It's different.” He says exasperated. He doesn’t desire Hoseok the way he desires you. Doesn’t think that anyone could smell as sweet as you and certainly doesn't think about sinking his fangs in anyone else but you when the night comes.
“Are you saying that after all these years you still have no self control?” Hoseok gives him a pointed look. “Does that even convince yourself?”
Yoongi lets the parchment he’s holding fall onto the desk, hands coming to his face as he groans. “Let’s say I marry her. And that I don't accidentally drink every single drop of blood on her body.” Just saying it makes him shake a little. She’ll get old and Ill stay the same. I'll watch our children grow old, while I stay the same.”
That’s the worst of all the thoughts that fill his mind. The one where he’ll have to watch you go and he’ll have to live forever with the memories plaguing his mind. It’s inevitable already because he don’t think he will ever be able to forget you now.
“So you're being selfish?” His friend deadpans. “You don't want to suffer the impending torture that is time, so you'll just go around and be miserable?”
“Yes, I’ve been doing that for years.” He wouldn’t say he knows loneliness because Hoseok had been with him for a while now, but he does know solitude, knows closing his walls down so no one can get in.
“Please, you're better than that.” Is the last thing Hoseok says and it leaves him wondering, because he’s sure he isn't, but not in the way he meant.
SUMMER
A summer rain was bound to happen sooner or later. It was light, but not enough that you could go outside, so you and Yoongi were stuck inside his library for the day, him sitting right across from you, a serious look on his face as he read the book of his choice and you pretended to read yours. The music he had put on to play was distracting and so was the intoxicating smell of tangerines that filled the room, coming from the tea Hoseok had prepared for the both of you, even if the weather didn’t really ask for it.
These were the moments you dreaded the most, when it was silent. With your never ending chattering and Yoongi’s gentle way of urging you to talk more, there were no time for your mind to wander with what it wanted. But now, as the only sounds that fills the room being the slow song he had chosen, rain outside and the occasional clink of his teacup, your eyes keep going to him as your heart feels like it will jump out of your body any minute now.
“Are you enjoying your book?” His voice startles you, making your cheeks heat from being caught sneaking glances at him. But still, he doesn’t take his eyes from his book as he asks and it makes you fidget in your seat.
“N-not really.” There was no point in lying, was it? He would see right through it anyway like he always did. “It’s a bit lacking… in passion.”
He raises one eyebrow at that. “Is it now?” You just shrug, moving to get your own teacup so you can sip at it instead of actually replying to the question. It had gone cold from waiting too long and you grimace from the unpleasant taste as Yoongi continues reading his book. The Portrait of a Lady, that you had mentioned the first time you came over and the mere thought of him remembering it, and reading your favorite book was enough to have you suddenly getting up from the couch.
“Have you ever danced, Yoongi?” The change of subject and suddenness of your question and movement makes him finally look at you. You must sound crazy but there’s something making you antsy, maybe the rain, maybe the need to be acknowledged.
He uncrosses his legs, one eyebrow raising curiously at you. “I have, a long time ago. Why?”
You press your lips together, pacing around while you try to decide what exactly it is that you want so desperately. “Was just wondering. Since you enjoy music so much, I thought you would probably enjoy dancing as well.”
That doesn't seem to be invitation enough for him, but still he closes his book, attention fully on you now. “No, it’s not something I enjoy very much.” He says flatly.
It’s a second before the words come out of your mouth in a rush. “Would you teach me?”
He looks genuinely surprised by the request, narrowing his eyes at you, but even though there’s a hint of wariness in his voice, you know he won’t deny you. He never has, every wish you throw his way he provides, and this fact would be almost unsettling if it wasn’t so heart warming. “I could.” His voice is tentative and your heart beat increases in a weird way because of the way he eyes you, as he closes the book and places it slowly on the couch. “Have you never danced before?”
It feels like centuries before he’s standing up and coming slowly to stand as close to you as he can be. You wipe your hands on the sides of your dress, an action that he probably thinks as unladylike, but the tense atmosphere in the room won’t let him say anything about it. “I-I have, with a friend but it was mostly as a joke.” You stutter from the sudden nervousness. It was unlike you to be nervous around anyone, even more around someone that you had grown so comfortable with, but the feelings you hold so close to your heart won't you let you stay still, not when the receiver of said feeling takes a hold of your arm and gently places it on his shoulder.
You take a deep breath, hand probably gripping harder at it than necessary. This is the most you had ever touch each other and the most you had ever been touched by a man, and it’s enough for the butterflies on your stomach to lose their minds. Next, he’s holding your hand in a soft grip and raising it so they stay connected at your sides as he places his other hand by your waist in a tentative hold.
You don’t even notice when he starts swaying in beat with the slow song, guiding you back and forth in the middle of room. His eyes stay glued at you and in an almost hypnotizing way you can’t look away either, letting your body be guided in the gentle motions as the only sounds that fill the room are from the rain and the soft melodies. You watch as he blinks, eyebrows soft and eyes swaying with emotions that you wish to understand profoundly.
It’s far from the dances you had seen on the ball you attended, there’s no intricate moves or spinning around, it’s just the two of you lightly swaying around and holding each other. It’s a sacred moment, you think to yourself, a moment of intimacy that speaks more than anything and for a second you wonder if he knows your affections for him run deeper than the snark comments and teasing.
Suddenly the mere thought of him not knowing how deeply you adore him sends your brain in a frenzy and you have to press yourself closer, your chests touching and your lips almost there. It’s the wrong move to make because his breath hitches and he slowly stops his movements. You part your lips in attempt to apologize but he beats you to it, with a furrow in his eyebrows and an almost pained expression. “Please don’t tempt me.” His voice barely a whisper.
He makes it sound like it you’re doing something wrong and you mirror the furrow on his eyebrows. “I - I don’t understand.” You are practically gaping at him. “It’s been a year, how long must I wait?” You feel like you have waited enough, have let the feelings blossom enough that now they’re ready to be out and about.
“I can't do what you want me to do.” He says and the words feel like a punch to your gut and you suddenly push him away, your arms falling to your side. You look at him with deep confusion in your eyes as your minds goes crazy with thoughts of how you thought his vocal indifference and denial towards marrying you was merely an act, since his action proved the contrary.
“But — I-I have denied proposals for you — because of you.” You stumble around the words, looking around as if the answer to your agony would be anywhere but in the man in front of you.
He sighs exasperatedly, pinching the tip of his voice “I have not given you false hope.” Lies, he’s a liar, that’s what he is. He has given you all the hope he could possibly have, the stares, the gifts, the gentleness of his words.
“Yes you have.” You accuse, voice high and full of emotion. “Will you say that all this time we were merely building a friendship? There's no such a thing as being friends when you look at me the way you do.”
He squints his eyes, starting pacing around like he wants to run away. “And how is that?” How do I look at you?”
“Like…like you’re longing for something.”
“If I am, I’m longing for something that I can't have.” He exclaims, voice going as high as yours but much more pained.
“But you can!”
Your eyes have started to sting and you feel stupid, for crying and for believing him. He stops pacing and moves to stand in front of you again, arms on his front like he’s trying to shield himself from you. “I can’t, ___. Please don't make this harder. Don't be stubborn, for once in your life.” He begs and it only makes it worse that he acts as if you being together would be the worst possible thing to ever have happened.
“God, you are a horrible person. I hate you.” They are just words but you can’t stand being in front of him crying and feeling small, not with his pained expression looking down on you. So you do the smart thing of storming out of the library through the open balcony door. It’s miscalculated because the rain is still pouring and of course he would follow you.
“___. Come on, wait.” He runs behind you as you stomp on the soaked grass, feeling the droplets of water fall on your hair and face. “You can’t leave in the rain —- God.Please will you just stop for a second?”
Your turn suddenly, forcing him to stop right in front of you, as close as you were when you were dancing. You are sure your cheeks are red from the crying and that your hair has fallen flat from the rain, the perfect image of desperation as you look at him with pleading eyes. “Can't you see?” Your voice is merely a whisper. “Can't you see that I adore you? I can't possibly live without now.”
His eyes soften as the rain continues to drain the both of you. “Yes you can. I'm not breathing the air on your lungs for you.”
Your eyes roll at his sad attempt to joke on a moment like this. “Don't patronize me now, Yoongi.” You’re completely wet by now, your dress clinging to your skin and he looks just as wrecked, raindrops falling on his eyelashes. Your next words are muttered out so quietly that he only hears it because he’s so close. “Please. If you don't love me back just say so already”
“You know I do. You have bewitched me, you know that.” He says it like it’s a bittersweet thing, eyes vulnerable out of the sudden. “But I'll only make you suffer, you have heard all they have said about me. And worst, what they have said about you because of me”
“I don't care about rumors, I never did.” Your voice increases now, almost shouting the words at his face “You don’t either, said so yourself, didn’t you? Are you a liar now too? All you have done so far is lie to me.”
He runs his hands through his hair and you notice for a brief moment that he’s shaking. “Listen to me, It's true, it's all true.” His voice is rushed as he grabs you by your forearms. “I am a monster.”
Your eyebrow furrow as deep as they can go as you blink rapidly at him, the rain making it hard to do. “A monster? W-What- What are you saying?” He looks absolutely distressed as you try to make sense of his words. He couldn’t be a monster or any of the things the people have said about him. “How could you be a monster?”
“A vampire. I am a vampire, a blood creature like they have said.” His confession comes out in a hush, like it pains him to say it.
The incredulous laughter you left out of makes him breath deeply. “This makes no sense. I don't understand, you can't possibly be a vam —A vampire.” You huff nervously, this is by far the most complicated conversation you had ever had. Was he lying so you would finally give up? It had to be a lie. “I’ve read books about vampirism before and, well, you have gone out in the sun with me and we have been close and you never tried to - you’ve never tried to drink my blood.” You try to piece the information together in your head, saying it all like it’s obvious and he’s speaking the most nonsense you had ever heard, but his face doesn’t change for one minute.
“Books are not real life, ___.” He drops his arms from where they were holding you and lets them fall by his side, before he’s moving them up to brush his hair out of his face in a nervous motion. “I don't want to scare you, but you have to understand how stupid it would be for you to be with a thing like me. You have something that I desire in the rawest way and to be with you would mean that, perhaps, I wouldn't be able to control myself anymore.”
You blink, the raindrops falling on your cheeks as the realization that his words are true down on you. It’s suddenly like your heart has stopped and began beating again in a frantic speed in a second, your hands shaking on your sides as you gape at him. You shake your head, looking down. How could he be a monster when he has treated you so gently and with care. Your rational side reasons that you should be scared right now, run away and never come back to the house near the lake anymore, never look at Min Yoongi again. But why would you when all this time and he has barely touched you, if he was a blood creature then why hadn't he kill you already?
His eyes continue glued at you, as if trying to read your reaction and when you can’t do anything but stare back with the rain falling on you, he continues .“I-I could kill you, I could. I'm not saying this as a way to make you change your mind, I'm saying it as a fact. I could kill you in the span of time it would take for you to blink, with a snap of your neck.” That makes your heart beat even faster. “God forbid me, but if I were to get a taste — a mere taste of what you taste like, I think I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
“But… But you haven’t done anything to me.” Your voice is quiet and small, making him immediately shake his head. “You could have killed me all this time but you didn’t.”
“Please, ___. Please, don’t be dumb. You’re a smart girl.” He sounds pained, but you can’t place if it’s from the thought of you still wanting him or the thought of you running away.
It’s an act of impulse, something you would go crazy if you didn’t do. You grab gently at the front of his soaked shirt until you’re pressing the lightest kiss on his lips, your hands shaky and mind dizzy and tears threatening to fall because he doesn’t kiss you back. He stays still, holding his breath as you try to bring him closer.
All you can feel is the wetness from the rain and the barely there softness of his lips until he finally exhales. It happens quickly, his hands moving to hold you by your cheeks as he kisses you back, lips molding against yours as he too shakes from the agony that was trying to refuse the wishes of his heart.
You know he wants to send you away, tell that this is the stupidest thing you had ever done. But for now, he just kisses you while you get drowned by him and drenched from the rain.
AUTUMN
Things move slowly after the day in the rain. It’s faster then they were before, because now Yoongi will hold your hand while you both read, and sometimes he’ll press light kisses when you have to leave because as he says, he’ll miss you until you can come back again. But they’re slower then what you want and it drives you insane, because you have waited for so long, too long, and the lingering touches and small kisses just make you want him more, a thing that you didn’t even know was possible.
And you understand that it’s like this because he wants it to be. Needs space or else he can do something he’ll regret profoundly, but in your mind that doesn’t sound as bed as he seems to think it would be. But you’re sick of waiting, sick of having to act ladylike and let him lead. You want to take matters in your own hand, so you do the thing you know best, ask him for what you want.
And Yoongi, well, he’s a weak man, especially when it comes to you. Especially when it comes to you begging for him to take you with eyes glossy and a pout on your lips.
It’s the first time you have been in his bed room. His jaw is tense when you come closer, like he’s doing everything in his power not to lose control. Like you should be scared to be near him, but his words say otherwise. “Come here.”
He pats his thigh and you walk the few steps left to be just in front of where he’s sitting on the velvet sofa. You do as he gestures, placing yourself on his lap, one of the thin straps of your dress falling on your arm.
You can’t look at him in the eye now. That and the red shade of a blush on your cheeks are a sharp contradiction to how you almost dropped to your knees begging for this. But wanting it and actually doing it are two very different things, now your inexperience and inadequacy fill your mind.
Suddenly his fingers come in contact with your wrists, drawing small circles on it before he’s moving up your arms, as if in a slow dance that makes you shiver. It’s like every touch is electrified, making your skin tingle.
Your breathing hitches when he reaches your neck, suddenly remembering the secret he shared with you in attempts to change your mind. You weren’t scared then but you certainly are now, he had made sure of it. Made sure that you knew that with a wrong move he could have you lying limp on his bedroom floor, could drain you of your most prized possession.
And you were scared, of course you were. But you were also excited, desperate, out of your mind, you name it. You were going crazy because you wanted him to take you so bad, wanted him to make you his, enough to make you feel your arousal taint your undergarments. You wanted him and if that could bring you pain, then so it be. In your mind there was no pain worse than being neglected your most ardent wish.
His hand stays on your neck for merely a second before he’s placing it on your cheek, finger slowly caressing it as if you were made of porcelain. “I can hear your heart beating.”
“T-That’s a good thing, isn't it?” You attempt to joke and it works, he lets out a short breathy chuckle that makes you smile in return, the nerves on your stomach settling down a bit.
His face comes closer to yours, nose against your cheek as he takes a deep breath, before he’s kissing you there. Then he kisses your jaw, every area of your skin until his lips are hovering yours, merely touching but you can feel the absence of his breathing, a sign that he’s doing everything he can to keep his composure. That’s the only reason why you don’t close the gap between you two.
It takes him a couple more seconds before he’s finally kissing your lips, his bottom lip fitting between yours in one, then two presses before he’s tilting his head to the side to deepen it. You’re far from knowing how to do this well but you enjoy it, the swipes of his tongue on your lips and the hand he has gripping your waist. You think he enjoys it too, with how he sucks on it lightly before he’s letting him tongue dance with yours in languid motions.
It takes you awhile to feel it, but when you do there’s a feeling in the pit of your stomach that makes itself known. His extended fangs drag against your bottom lip, a sign that he’s as affected as you are and it makes a shiver run through your body.
He suddenly stops kissing you, head dropping to your barely covered chest as he takes one deep breath. “I — God, I can smell you.” His voice is pained and it takes you a moment to understand what he’s saying.
You press your thighs close together, because it’s your arousal he can smell, but that doesn’t seem to make it any better. You apologize because you don’t know what else to say.
When he moves his head up again and looks at you, his eyes are darker than before, pupils almost full blown out and if before he looked at you in longing, now he looks at you in complete hunger. “If I wasn't dead already, you would be the death of me.” And it’s funny but you can’t laugh, because he’s kissing you again, harder this time as his hands make their way down your shoulders pushing the straps of your nightgown down until they fall, exposing your breasts to him.
His hand then travels further down, ghosting over your sensitive nipple before he stops kissing you and kisses you there instead. You moan, feeling overwhelmed already by just this, even more when he bites slightly at it, making you arch your back into his touch. He keeps you close with an arm around your back, pressing open mouthed kisses all over your chest and every time you feel the almost not there drag of his fangs, a shiver runs through your body.
You feel your arousal between your legs, sticking to your cotton undergarments in an unpleasant way, and it’s when his hand is moving down, until he palms your center through it that the realization of what it’s about to happen downs on you. His breath hitches when he feels what he could so clearly smell and you blush, eyes closing from embarrassment. “W-What are you doing?” You ask in a tiny voice.
“I must prepare you.” He says and for a second you’re confused to what he means, but then he’s pushing your panties down and letting them rest on your thighs with a little lift of you on his lap. You almost cry when he presses a finger where you are the most sensitivity, pressing on it until you gasp and he looks at you in awe.
It’s a weird, unfamiliar feeling when he dips one finger inside of you and you wonder for a brief second how the hardness you could feel pressed against you would ever fit inside of you. He seems to think the same thing, because when he squeezes in another finger and it barely fits, he’s whispering “God, I can feel you squeezing around me.”
His voice sounds desperate, dirty and your head spins, kissing him again as he works you with his fingers buried deep inside, not satisfied until you’re gasping for air because the knot that was forming on your stomach finally snaps, making your insides feel like they’re melting and like your skin is burning. You can keep the noises in even if you tried, you moan and sigh his name in melodies that he thinks music could never compare to.
You feel like you’re floating. La petit mort, is what they call it, but if you could read his mind you would know he’s the one who feels like he’s dying. When you finally open your eyes he’s staring at you with dark pupils and mouth open, the grip he has on you tightening.
It happens in a blink of an eye. He moves like a man that will soon go crazy, ripping your undergarments and opening his pants in a haste, until he’s pressing himself against you so closely that you think you’ll lose your breath. The wet gasp you let out when his hardness is pressing against you is music to his ears, hands holding your hips and moving them to his liking.
The head of it stretches you in a burning way, making you squeeze your eyes shut as he lets out a wheezy breath, probably the first of the night. “Slow — We’ll go slow.” He reassures you when you can’t stop shaking, but his voice sounds like that’s the last thing he wants to do. He sounds like he’s in pure agony, on the verge of his downfall and all he would like is to pound into you like you were made to take him. In the back of your mind, you think you would like for that too.
You can’t do anything but nod slowly, eyes stained with tears from your orgasm and the wetness of it making it easier for him to slide inside when he pushes your hips down on him. It hurts, but not as much as you thought it would so you help him by moving down delicately, taking hit in until you’re fully seated and connected with him.
It feels full and intimate in a way you had only dreamed of. Your hair touches his and it is like you can’t tell anymore where he ends and where you begin. You think you could cry, content with just staying like this if that was all there was to it but he has other ideas, moving his hips so he can slide in and out of you in barely there motions because it’s a tight fit. “Feel so snug, I think I’ll go crazy.” His voice is pained and he keeps his eyes shut, head on the back of the couch as far as possible from your neck.
It’s after more slow motions that he finally loses it, when your walls start fluttering and you let the tiniest whimpers out and he can’t take it anymore, his hips snapping into yours in quicker and deeper motions. You feel the knot in your stomach again, a constant spark but the high is still far away when he meets his with a deep groan and his face burying itself on your neck. The action only makes you squeeze further where he’s tainting your deepest walls, finally making you his like you have wanted for so long.
When he has calmed his breath and removed himself from inside you, the words you had waited so long to hear from him, are out from your mouth instead. “Will you marry me, Yoongi?” You ask, eyes hopeful as you feel his release down on your thighs.
He lets out a tired laugh, not believing his words. “I think that’s my question to ask, sweetheart.”
It makes you smile. “Yes, but I know you can’t resist when I ask for something.”
And it’s true because next thing you know he’s kissing you, again and again as he mutters the words that finally set the butterflies on your stomach free against your mouth. “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, you silly girl.”
Later, when the sun is starting to set and you’re laying on his bed, head resting on his chest as he runs fingers through your hair he whispers his deepest fear in the safety of your embrace. “I am to live forever, but how am I supposed to do so without you by my side.” And he knows you’ll tell him you want to live forever by his side too, because he adds “You have plagued me with your wishes from the moment we met I have given you everything you asked for. But this I cannot give you.”
So you close your eyes and try not to think of a life without him, because this is merely the beginning of what could possibly be eternal. You think instead of how safe you feel on his arms, on how tomorrow you could take a walk near the lake and let him kiss you silly while you lay on the grass. And you think of his teeth finally sinking on your neck, because Min Yoongi is a weak man, and you have him on the palm of your hand.
#yoongi scenarios#yoongi smut#bts scenarios#bts fics#bts smut#bts imagines#i was gonna wait to post this but im so EXCITED i couldnt wait anymore#this is the biggest fic i wrote so far and its very special to me#bc i have been planning it for over 6 months now#well i hope you guys enjoy it as much as i did writing it
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Unreal Love Story “Henry Cavill” chapters 1-3
Sequel To My Story “Tom Hiddleston”
Summery
“ Tom Dear ! She is gone!” His mother says when her son barges thru her front door. Diana Hands a sobbing Charlie to His Stunned father Leading them into the house to a computer sitting @ her kitchen table with a flash drive in it. Just as Tom is about to say something . His Mom hush's them both and starts the video. I start with calming Charlie through the computer. “ Hello Little one . I'm am sorry I have to leave you so. But You are a strong young man . Sometimes even stronger than your father at times. Just know that I love you dear one and will always be your special friend . Now dry those tears and Go see Nanna . So Your dad and I can talk.” I said to Charlie thru the computer. Tom Knew after that our relationship was over maybe had been over for a while.
Chapter 1
Numbness,& NASCAR
I couldn't Stay in London. It hurt too much all I saw was pain. I couldn't go home yet still felt like I failed myself some how so home wouldn't work. So I numbed myself out in Cali. I did what I swore I wouldn't. I went full Party Girl. Between the parties ,clubs, Bars I was wasted most of the time. But I knew that being In Love Like this before then Losing love has it's down side . Tom and I had been it for 3 years. But towards the end I was more His son's nanny than his girlfriend . Most of his friends warned me this was one sided . He never got over Sophia Di Marino ,Charlie's Mom. The split was Mutual. I'm Not mad to be truthful. Annoyed really that I let it go on this long ..
So California I went , to numb the hurt. I don't give a rat's ass what they say about better to have Loved crap ! It still hurt's dammit! So Party Shannon I became. I still wrote my stories without impairment. By day I was the mildly hungover writer coffee in hand . Luca was still Daydreaming so I was still writing. But @ night Let's just say in the great words of Bill & Ted .” Party on Dudes” So I did. Shaking my ass Beer in hand in a club in south beach ! Rockin' out to Pink. I am vaguely aware I am Jamming with a rather large Englishmen Go Figure ! He has a familiar tone I can't place ,frankly all I see is curls ,beard & muscle , Cause I'm too drunk and don't care but he was hot and can grind Like no other. But even though I was no lady ,he was a gentleman And at the end of the night I was in my Hotel room clothes and dignity intact.
Woke the next morning with another hangover that I never use to get when I was younger. They still Suck! UGH! I'm about to start typing when I get a feed from TMZ. “TWH PROPOSES TO SDM!” I switch on my TV and sure enough The rock on her finger is massive and Charlie Looks so Happy . The numbness lifts along with the pain . I can see the sun again so I finally pack my stuff .
But not for England . I head home. I decide I need time with my son . So Arkansas, Hot Springs that is. Although when I get there I find out my son is in Florida . In Daytona Beach. At the Racetrack! My nephew Christian and his wife Kiki took Lucas to a NASCAR race and Somehow Lucas Landed a job as head mechanic for Carlos Contreras's race team. Shocked as I was, I get on a flight to Florida it is a good shocked but WOW. I got a Hotel room and then went to the track . Took me a little convincing to get in . Security walked me to the Pit where I found my baby boy covered in grease. Under a car . When Lucas jumped up and hugged me they left us alone . test moment's in a parent's life is seeing your child seceded at something he loves. This was Lucas's dream !Like writing is for me. It was his turn. Lucas Introduced me to Carlos with sparkles in his eyes . Carlos seemed to Like what My Son does. Even tells me that Because of my Boy, Carlos has won 8 races. How more proud can I get I am in tears. While I was here I went to a few races and Lucas and I raided the theme parks. Then one night Lucas had a grown up moment and told me I had to go back to the U.K.. He said I write my best stuff there and I need to make peace with Myself. How did my Autistic Son get so smart. Then he tells me. He is a big Guy now and He didn't need his Mom to hover.
Chapter 2
Something New
So once I'm back in London. I dust off My flat that Luke made sure I got despite me moving in with Tom. Besides writing, a few friend's gave me the intro to the London night life and I found a outlet to unwind . But I didn't drown myself like in Cali. But I still maintained my Party Mama status. Also I am exercising regularly, to compensate for the Night life . But I found that I have way's now that I am Back to make exercising fun. I do the Gym of course. But I also like rollerskating in Hyde or St. James park, when it's sunny. I found a Ice Skating rink that is 7 day's a week. And there is a indoor pool at the Gym I go to. .
But I realized some things while I was home in the states. I can't ever forget where I came from . So I pay it forward to 4 special organizations for charity and I never write them off my taxes . I went back to church I actually found a Nazarene church in the U.K. Honestly Church is what keeps me semi sober in the clubs on Friday and Saturday. No hangovers in Gods house .So I have been busy. By maintaining the order of my life like I did way before when My soul purpose was being a MOM. God, Family Friends career is a new addition but not that high on the list.
I found a way to keep myself going .My heart has even healed to a point and I am actually making good friends with “ The Hiddleston “ I can't even comprehend The fact that Sophia took Tom's name . I didn't think her agent's would let her do that. Any how I Am officially Aunty Shannon to Charlie and he even still talks to Lucas and they talk cars regularly according to Tom. As for right now though I'm actually doing more than writing I am at The Harold Pinter theater in London as a Producer and assistant to Kenneth Branaugh the director of a play Based on one of my fan fiction stories . It's a Vampire Love story with a family twist. No Not Twilight no blood sucking fairies here. But what has me excited is the cast . Tom is in it along a whole bunch of my fave idol's Including Henry Cavill as the male lead. . OK! I fibbed Kenny doesn't need me the whole time so I am writing when I am not teaching Charlie Who is acting for the first time. Tom is One Proud Papa! I will tell you what. And Charlie Looks like he is having a wonderful time despite playing a Girl demon!
also I do have a little Mystery of my own I am trying to solve. Every morning when I get to work. Yes I'm getting paid for this production. I go to my seat and drink my coffee but I find a different colored long stem lily in the seat . I asked Tom. If Charlie was doing it and I even ask Ken. None said It was them. Both even offered to investigate with me . Saying they have a little experience because they played P.I.'s
I was actually flattered I had an admirer. I just hope I won't regret taking the Lily more seriously. Anyway The play is gearing up for opening night I called Lucas's aide Reed to Se if He will be able to be in London for my Play . Which If it does well it will head to the States and go on Broadway. Now tell me if that ain't totally awesome. I.K.R. We as far as my Book's are concerned Luca start's Middle School. So Social interaction and puberty mixes in with his amazing world which should make for a wild ride for our readers. My honorary nephew is even reading them which make's my heart sing Oh! So I don't leave it out my lily was Aquamarine and silk today not real but it had a pink bow and it sparkled . He-he! Who ever this is knows I like things that sparkle. It makes me giddy.
Opening Night!!!!
My Lucas is here . Looking Just Like he did Prom Night When he took my god daughter to the prom. My boy is So handsome. Lucas has been working out so My lucas is Tall and Jacked thanks to His Buddy Phillip Hull. We get to ride in a Limo It will be Lucas's first time in one. Me! I'm In all Red Long red hair with a touch of gray at the temple and proud of it. A Long Jessica rabbit dress that sparkles in the light. Red flat's I ain't that crazy . It's gonna be a long night and I am in my 50's Heels are not in the program. I had red cloves and a red silk Shaw. I felt amazing and all my boy could say is Wow mama Look Pretty! LOL! I am also excited not only for the play but according to the Little note I got with My Red Rose that was sitting in my seat on the last day of practice. I get to meet my admirer tonight too
So Lucas and I are off Lucas is Like a school boy Looking around and he is also a little nervous. I can tell he Keeps Playing with his collar and tie. I made sure Luke had a pair of ear buds and his fave music in a MP3. And sunglasses to help with Lucas's experience. Plus so he doesn't have to deal with the red carpet stuff Reed is here so Lucas will be with me only for a few pictures then Reed will take him inside while I deal with the popularity this sold out play has caused . New York here we come!!!!!!
Lucas went inside as planned. And Luke is by my side in his place as my escort. Luke felt I shouldn't be alone. Because of the split and Tom's marriage. Even though Tom and I are cool talking about and he is even here with Taylor so I'm cool. I was having lot's of fun taking little interview's and pictures and such. Luke always said I was surprisingly easy going in the lime light and it shows tonight. `Sophia , Ken and I had some fun with the photo people and Kissed Each side of Tom's cheeks while he was trying to pic up Kenneth, then we Bent down to Kiss Ken's cheeks when Tom dropped him on his butt ,our booties where purposely in the air. Let's Just say we made Kenny's night! I was all in good fun Tom told me that Charlie was inside with new Hot wheels car's to show Lucas cause they are NASCAR ones.
Finishing up the pictures and fixing to go inside I was about to give up hope on there being an admirer. When I went to take one last. Picture, Henry Cavill came to Join me in the picture and whispered in my ear to Look down, as he grabbed my waist for the picture . I did. And their was a pink Lily and a white rose in his hand tied in a pink bow. Let's Just say that pic had my mouth hanging open and Henry laughing as we went in to the theater. Let the new dance begin.
Lois Lane never Got Superman this way Ha!
Chapter 3
Don't jump! One moment @ a Time.
As far as the play went it was as major success. I couldn't pay attention at all . I was staring at Henry the whole time In awe of all of this.As far as I was concerned it was like I had never tasted this before . I won't lie, it scares the shit out of me . I was a ball of nerves the whole play . It was Thomas all over again. @ least that was what I thought. Until Henry asked if I would sign a book for is Nephews Daughter who has Down syndrome. I was politely surprised . He then introduced himself to my Son. Which Lucas can recognize any actor who has ever played a Superhero or villain . Henry was one of our faves. He asked if we wanted to grab a bite to eat . Lucas always could eat. Even in his 30's endless Belly! Can you see 3 adult's in fancy dress in Mc. Donald's. I Loved it Because Henry took the liberty to date Lucas first. To me that Mc. Donald's was 5 stars. The Limo dropped 2 very full and sleepy men at My son's Hotel. I was sparkling in happiness. We pulled up in front of my flat but Henry wouldn't let me out yet. I think he wants to talk . So naturally I listened.
fore I could even say anything He Quieted me and held my hand . Baby Blues connected. Then he spoke. “ Shannon I know what you went through with Hiddleston. I grilled him after meeting you . Actually I'm kinda surprised he didn't rat me out. Story for another time. Now that you understand my intent. I want time. Time to know you. Also before you get nervous, will it help If I got permission from Lucas to date you and Charlie Hiddleston second's the permission. I'm normally a prideful Man But Shannon something inside Tell's me I am supposed to started something new with You. I want get to know you Date you proper. If anything let's see where it goes. Even if we don't connect more personally . We can at least catch a grind to a tune and groove like buddies”.
My breath hitch because I just realize that dude I was grinding with in California at that club. The English Dude. That was Henry!!!!! He notices my blush and Shakes his head showing me the bracelet. I smack his shoulder Laughing my Blush off. Then I told him I am willing to try and if all else fails Partying in New York won't get boring . Then he kissed my Palm and let me out . I gave him my # and told him to give me a call when he was ready to try. The Limo waited till I was Inside. But instead of Leaving The door opened and Henry came running up to me . Grabbed my waist, pulled me close and Kissed me. We exploded!!!!
Hand in Hand at JFK airport Henry and I go straight to the Hotel . No Not for that . We came early so Henry could as he says Court me proper. LOL! There is nothing I'd rather do the then run all over NYC for the first time with Henry. I have jumped in fully no comparing to any other love . This is true Eros and I'm going with the flow. That was our agreement for each other the next morning after the Play. To Just Love & enjoy till the fluffy lady quits singing.
I exploded because of SuperMan!
{None of this story is real the pic are from Googles images !!!!!!!!!!!!}
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No application, no warning, heck, not even an email! Kamal was already working on two other applications from the other night, and before he knew what was even happening, from the corner of his vision through the window he saw some Habititans gathering around the entrance to the ‘carnival’ area.
He didn’t think much of it at first, maybe the kids were trying to mess with Ronbo, he was the clown after all, but when he poked his head around the office’s big, clunky computer he saw-
Wait wAS THAT ANOTHER FREAKIN KID?
He bolted up from his chair and ran out to the balcony, gripping the railing as he leaned forward, squinting to see what was happening. In the middle of a few of the residents was definitely a new person, no doubt. Ohh god oh GOD what the heck? They definitely weren’t expecting anyone today, who..??? Geez, aw geez.
“Haaaaaabit! We got a! Thing!!!!” He called out from the balcony, his voice creaking with anxiety. He didn’t want to deal with this today!...
Kamal was staring down into the carnival area, rubbing his temples as Habit came up behind him, peering around to see his assistant’s face.
“Kamal? Whate’s the matter?”
He watched with curiosity and confusion as his assistant just gestured frustratingly down to the carnival, following his gaze. Oh! There was a little group down there, now what were they doing?
“Eye.. do’nt understand, whate is happening?”
He frowns a little bit as Kamal drags his hands down his face with a big sigh, looking up at him. The anxiety and worry was very apparent on his face... his hand twitches a little, wanting to hold his face, but he doesn’t.
“I dunno if you can see or not, but uh. The Habititans? Are? Around a. Uh. A kid. New kid. Like, ah, no application or anything I didn’t recognize them Habit oh my god what are we gonna do?!”
Kamal starts running his fingers through his hair and curling it around his fingers as he starts rocking on his heels a little. If this kid just showed up, without parents, or, hell, even with parents but no application, ohhh they’re gonna get in so much trouble.
He jumps a bit feeling big hands on his shoulders, looking up at Habit.
“Kamal. It iz o.k. We wille figure thise out! Let us go ande greete theme!”
Kamal forces a little bit of a smile, taking a deep breath as he pats Habit’s arms, shaking his head as those big hands remove from his shoulders.
“Y.. yeah, yeah. Okay. That’s probably for the best anyways, uh, lets! Lets just go, yeah?”
Habit gives him a smile, just barely showing his teeth, and pats Kamal on the back as the two of them head down the elevator. They don’t say much, but Kamal can feel Habit staring down at him as he nervously fidgets and messes with his hair. He’s still really worried, but! But it’ll be fine, right? Right. They wont get sued, I mean, its not like Parsley is hanging out in the carnival. Its not like he’ll see this kid, coming in unannounced and unplanned, and think to sue them. Haha, right? Right?? That wont happen.’
Kamal doesn’t notice the elevator ding and open up at first, not till Habit pats his back and coaxes him out. Geez, okay, he needs to just. Breathe and take a moment to get out of his own head.
He takes their long walk down the long hallway to the boiler room to do just that, holding his hands together in front of them and staring down at them. He feels a hand on his back, Habit making sure to guide him and keep him walking. Its appreciated, to say the least.
By the time they exit that big door in the back of the boiler room, Kamal is at least calm enough to not be almost pulling out his own hair.
“Are u o.k?”
He didn’t jump at least, but as Kamal looked up at his boss, he took a moment to take in the worried expression on his face. They both stopped, just a few feet shy away from the door, just staring at each other. Kamal let out a weary sigh before finally answering.
“I.. I’m worried! A lot, but... but it’ll be fine, right? We’ll... figure it out... probably.”
A smile creeped up on Habit’s face and he nodded, giving Kamal’s head a little pat pat.
“Yese it will! Do note worri, if it go-es bad, eye will handl it. Thise is mine Habitat, after all.”
Kamal manages a smile back for him, but. His words both comfort and continue to worry him. But they weren’t going to figure out just standing here, so he decides to lead the way this time, with Habit following just a touch behind him.
The gathered Habitians had moved from the carnival gates into the middle of the courtyard, it looked like... Ronbo, Mirphy, Tiff and Jimothan were gathered by the new kid, talking amongst themselves and looking rightfully worried. They all turned their heads hearing Kamal and Habit approach, which made Kamal feel incredibly small.
Thankfully Habit took charge and stepped in front of Kamal, smiling with open arms.
“Hell-o evry-one!! I hear thate we have a new visitor two-day!” He clasps his hands together, gazing down at the awkward-looking teen in the middle of the adults. “Amd who mite you be, younge man?”
The boy just stared at him for a moment, probably taking in the height difference, before shaking his head and grinning wide with teeth covered in braces. He was a nerdy looking kid, to say the least, dressed up far too warm for this summer heat. But, Habit supposed he used to dress in a very similar way in his teen years...
“O-oh! Uh!” Wait, he clears his throat a bit, trying to keep his voice from so obviously cracking. “I’m Trevor Garbo! And I heard from a...” He gets all shifty eyed for a moment, before looking back to Habit with squinty eyes. “Reliable source, that you guys might have a Vampire lurking around here!! I had to come see for myself!”
Habit just blinked down at the kid, and he could feel how dumbfounded his expression looked. He glanced over to the adults around Trevor, who all seemed just as exasperated and confused. O-key... um. Hmm..
“Weel! I amn not knowing about thise, but... ah.. Trevor, did you come here... a-lone?”
He didn’t turn around, but he could feel Kamal behind him grabbing nervously at his coat. He could practically feel him begging for the answer to be no. And, well, Habit was hoping for that too of course. But if this kid did come here alone....
“..Oh, nah! Uh, actually. My mom dropped me off.”
Relief. Kamal practically melted into a puddle, and Habit felt a little weight off his shoulders too. Although...
“Dide she? Ah, iz.. she stille aroumd?”
The blank stare Trevor gives him does Not inspire confidence.
“Uhhh, nah? Nah, she left, for like. Work stuff I dunno. She heard me talking about this place and thought it’d be a nice place to drop me off while she did work stuff. Uh, that’s like. Okay, right? I mean, this is already way better than being alone at the house for weeks!”
....Oh god he’s sweating. What the heck? Okay. O-key, o.k, umm...
“Did... yew happ-en two fill out a app-licaton? Ate all?”
He’s trying not to seem too nervous, but he gets the feeling Trevor can tell anyways.
“Uh, nah. Was I.. ‘sposed to?”
A. Perfect.
Before he could even think of what to say next he felt movement behind him, and when he turned to look he saw his assistant hurriedly making his way to the carnival.
“Ah- Kamal! Waite!”
He started to follow only to stop, looking back at Trevor, who was starting to look just as worried as the adults. No, no that wont do. He squats so he’s not looking down at the kid, giving him a big, closed smile.
“Oh, do note worri, маленький, you hav no-thimg two be a-fraide of. We wille handle every-thing! Juste be nice two the others, o.k?”
When Trevor relaxes Habit stands tall again and gives him a pat on the head before turning quick and rushing after Kamal. He catches up with a few strides of his long legs and grabs him by the arm, stopping him for going further.
“Kamal. Pleaze, re-lax. Whate are you ev-en planning?”
His grip isn’t tight by any means, and he still feels badly about it, but he doesn’t let go. He can take a pretty good guess at what Kamal is wanting to do, but..
He doesn’t need to see his face to see how stressed out and worried he is about this situation, he can feel it in how Kamal trembles.
“If... if I can just. Just talk t-to, to Parsley, and.. and explain! What. Just happened! I’m.. I can fix this, and.. and get a handle on, on the situation, before... before it gets worse, so.. s-so let me go, doc, I can.. I got this.”
“No, Kamal, you do note.”
“AND WHY NOT?!”
Habit jumps slightly, hearing Kamal raise his voice like that, but he does his best not to waiver.
“Be-cauze you are verry stressed, rite now.” He feels Kamal start to tug his arm, just a little, and he reaches over to turn his assistance’s face to him. Once they’re looking at one another, Habit tries to give him a little smile.
“Liek I said, it iz o-key. Lemt me talk to Parslm. Parsm... Parsley.” He scrunches his face a little. Why did he have such a hard time with that name... regardless.
“Yew should staye and talke two Trevor a bit! Eye will handl the issue. Be-sides, we have an-other guest a-riving soon! U need to be calme so you can greete her, yes?”
Kamal’s intense gaze is able to make even Habit a little nervous, despite the disparity in their height, but he relaxes when he sees the other let out a tired sigh.
“I... okay, okay. Yer right I’m. Super messed up about this right now... I just... dont want you to get in trouble for this, y’know? You.. yer a good guy and this place is like, your dream! Sow hat.. what if...”
He gets cut off as Habit pats his head with a little laugh, blinking up at him in confusion.
“Welle! Thate is for me to worri about, note you. Go see Trevor, waite for our new Habitians, I will talk with Pars. O-key?”
Kamal just stares up at him for a second before letting out a little laugh, some of the tension ebbing away. He nods, patting hand still holding onto his arm till Habit lets go.
“Y.. yeah, ‘o-key,’ I’ll do that. Just uh... if! If you need me, I’ll, uh. Be.. not that far away, I guess, hehh...”
His face flushes a little as he starts to walk back towards the courtyard, but he tries to shake it off. That was a dumb thing to say...
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Habit watches him go with a smile before sighing himself, looking over to where Parsley was hanging out. He was sitting by that little tire fire.. wonder why he liked that area so much. But, well, not the time for that. He makes his way over, giving Parsley a wave when he notices him coming. Parsley doesn’t get up or anything, just stays sitting and hugging his suitcase. That’s fine, Habit will walk right over and squat beside him.
“...So, uh. Whats up, Mr. Habit? You and your assistant get into a ‘lovers quarrel’ or something? Haha.”
Habit shoots him a frown, and Parsley gives him an apologetic smile.
“Eye dont knowe if you saw, but... we got a new Habititian, a bite ago.”
“Oh? Sounds uh, fun. Why... are you telling me, exactly?” He cant help but frown a little at the nervous expression on this big man. Doesn’t sit well in his stomach.
“Weell.... He is younge, amd.. he tolde us thate, ah... his momther, juste dropped him off and left. We were work-ing on two applications a bit a-go, but.. they were note his. She didmt e-maile or anything, we have noo paper-worke for him.” His gaze drifts away from Parsley as he talks, and he rubs the back of his neck with one of his hands.
“Kamal is verri up-set. Worried thate eye will get in-two trouble for thise.. we were ho-ping yew could help us? You’re are a lawyer boy, amd may-b you could help make an application for him?”
He finally glances back over at Parsley, only to wince a little at the look of disbelief on his face.
“Ah... do you note truste me? We can go-”
“Oh, no no, you’re fine. I cant believe the nerve of that kid’s Mom!” He groans, and rests his forehead against his suitcase, grumbling to himself. Something or other about child negligence, and custody cases..
“Okay, OK, yeah. Okay. Dont worry, uh, doc, I got y’alls back. I aint no evil lawyer or anything, heh... Whats the kid’s name again?”
“Ah, I thimk he said... Trevor! Trevor... Garbo?”
Parsley hums a little bit, thinking for a moment as he drums his fingers against his suitcase.
“Hmm, Garbo, Garbo... Man, I think my firm dealt with a divorce with that name. All the applications are the same, right? I’m sure I can call someone, and get a hold of his information pretty easy.... Oh, uh, y’know. If thats all good with you and- uh...”
He looks up at Habit, whose looking right back at him with big teary eyes. Before he knows whats even happening he’ lifted up like a Child and hugged by this big crying green doctor, and. Well. Sure, why the heck not. It only lasts but a moment and when Parsley is put down Habit apologizes while wiping his eyes with his sleeve.
“Aw, uh, no worries. No harm. I’ll, uh! Get to you, when I get the information and stuff, kay? I’d uh, do it now, but...” He glances over to the other side of the carnival, past the gates where the small group of adults and Trevor were still located.
Jimmothan was one of them...
“Ah, do note worri a-bout it. Eye understand.” Habit gives Parsley a pat on the back as he gets up, giving him a smile.
“You juste re-lax, amd I will come check-in later. I wille go see how Trevor is doing.”
They wave at each other before Habit starts heading back over to the courtyard, feeling lighter and more relieved. That went. MUCH much better than anticipated! Thank goodness. Though.. one of Parsley’s comments did plant a pit of worry in his stomach, but. Well. Nothing he could do about it, Parsley was the lawyer, not him.
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If Kamal wasnt so stressed out right now, he’d be very entertained by how Trevor just kept going on and ON about vampires. It was impressive, actually, even if he had no idea what the heck he was even on about. But as it stood he was passively listening to keep the kid happy, all while his worries covered him like a heavy, heavy blanket. He keeps glancing over to the big front doors of the Habitat, keeps listening for a knock or the sound of a bus or something. It feels like time is going agonizingly slow.
“...your name again?”
“Huh?” Oh, shit, he stopped listening. He looked back to Trevor, giving him a nervous smile.
“Uhh, sorry pal, didn’t catch that. Whats up?”
“What’s your name again? And, uh, the tall guy?”
Good, good, just a question. He lets out a sigh and tries to relax again.
“My name’s Kamal, and that big lug you saw was Habit. He’s my boss, and the guy who runs this place. He, uh... I mean, we’ll need you to fill out an application, later, since. Since yer mom kinda just... y’know.”
“Ohh.. I uh, yeah thats! Fair, probably, sorry about that.”
“Nah, kid, dont even worry about it. Not your fault. Is, uh.. the only reason you came cause of the. Vampire thing?....” Where did he even hear that? Far as he’s aware none of these other folk are really internet people. “You know this is a place for like. Sad people, right?”
“Really? Well, honestly, I wasn’t sure. I mean, I did look at the website, but...”
Trevor shrugs, and Kamal gives him another nervous grin. Maybe he should look at that website... Habit put it together when they were first getting things running, he cant actually remember whether or not he checked it before hand. Maybe he should... go and make some edits. Or at least add some information. Or just look at it- whatever that was for later.
His attention went back to the front doors, while Trevor went back to talking about vampires to the other few adults around, who were listening to him with confused but endeared expressions. He was a little weird, but hey, whatever makes this kid happy right? After he was just dumped off by his mom, it was the least they could do.
Kamal found himself just staring at those doors, everything else out of his focus falling away. He started sort of bouncing one of his legs anxiously, starting to fiddle with his hair with one of his free hands. He was so out of it that he let out a very undignified squawk when he felt something touch him, turning around only to be met by his tall boss. They stared at each other before laughing a bit, Kamal giving an embarrassed apology before straightening.
“S.. so, uh, how’d it go with-” Ah. He glances over at Jimothan, who was talking with Trevor, before looking back to Habit.
“How’d it go?”
“Goode! Eye thimk it went good. He said he would help! Help two get Trevor’s in-for-mation, for an application. He is, thamkfully, on oure side withe this. There is no-thimg to worri a-bout, Kamal.”
He holds his arms out a little, an offered hug, and Kamal is quick to take it. God he was so relieved he could melt into a puddle right then and there.
But there was still more to do. They all chat for a fit, and the others disperse as Kamal leads Trevor up into the apartment area, practically hugging the wall all the way up while Habit followed behind with Trevor’s bit of luggage.
With the weight of all that legal stress off his shoulders, Kamal was a lot more lively. That was good, Habit liked to see that. Seeing his assistant so consumed by stress and anxiety.. really hurt, but he knew the feeling.
Once Trevor was shown his room, he was eager to have everything set up and decorated just how he wanted, so they left him to it. Still had to wait for the new Habititans to show up... hopefully nothing happened, but those worries were ditched quickly as they got to the bottom of the stairwell.
“Ohhhh heyyyyyyyy!” A woman in a green dress and frizzy looking hair waved over to them, accompanied by a.. well, to put it bluntly, another very sad looking woman with long teal hair.
Kamal let out a breath of relief seeing them and straightened, putting on a big smile as he and Habit approached the two.
“Hello! And, welcome to the Habitat! We’re very pleased to have you both, you didn’t have any trouble getting here did you?”
“Ohh not at all! Hahaha, wowww, you’re soo sweet! I met Lulia here the the busss stop and we chatted so much we forgot the bus! Soooo we had to wait for the next one, but itssss okay, no worries.”
She ruffles Kamal’s hair, which gets a nervous laugh out of him. Was.. was this woman. Drunk? She, uh, she was sure acting like it.
Well its a good thing she said they took the bus cause Kamal wasn’t sure how he’d feel if she drove here.
“Okay! Okay, thats... thats good to hear, at least.” At least, he thinks so. “You’re.. Jerafina, right? And I suppose the other woman is Lulia?”
“Ding diiiiiing! Hahaha, I alllllmost forgot you knew my name, I was totally shocked at first.” She turns to look at the other woman standing behind her. “Yooour name is Lulia??? Thats sooooo pretty!!”
Lulia just sighs, brushing some hair behind one of her ears. It looks like she’s blushing, but Kamal cant tell what exactly from. She really did look sad, and, well... her application had him figure as much, really. She was probably the worst case here right now, and honestly, it... made him nervous! What a shocker, but really. She would have to be someone they keep an eye on, for sure...
While he was lost in his thoughts Habit approached them, giving them a friendly smile and offering his hand for handshakes. Jerafina took it and shook maybe a little too eagerly, while Luila just turned her face away from the offer. She didn’t seem like one to talk, even though Jerafina mentioned them having a conversation... though, maybe Jerafina was just talking at her. Who knows.
“Weel! You two muste be tired, yess?? Let us go two you’re rooms! I cam carry your thimgs!” Habit beamed as they both gave him their respective suitcases, and he thought it was cute how each one matched its owner so perfectly. He glanced down at Kamal, who was looking at the stairs rather nervously, and nudged him with his elbow.
“Do note worry, eye can han-dle theme from hear. Yew go back two the office o-key?” He doesn’t give Kamal the chance to answer, actually, and turns a heel and walks towards the stairs with the two women following suit.
Kamal watches them go, hand partially raised like he was going to say something, but after a second he drops it and makes his own way back to the office. Come on, its okay, everything worked out fine. Nothing to stress about.
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Jerafina continued to chat up Lulia the whole way up the stairs and to the apartment rooms, up until she was shown her own room and given her suitcase. She pouted and whined about leaving Lulia behind, but eventually left to her own devices after a moment. Habit was thankful when she did, letting out a little sigh. She definitely reeked of alcohol. Well! Good thing they the lounge, and Jimothan.
His walk with Lulia was significantly quieter, and Habit all too quickly missed Jerafina’s mindless chatter. He never knew what to say to people who didn’t want to talk, so... they didn’t. Lulia didn’t seem to mind at least. When they reached her room Habit set down her luggage and looked over to her, offering a little smile.
“Do note worry, miss Lulia. Yew can take as much tiem here as you neede. If there is any-thinge you neede, let me knowe.” His smile strains a little bit as she nods and continues to stay quiet, watching her step into her room. He lets out a quiet sigh through his nose. Well... he cant blame her. These sorts of things arent easy for everyone. Admitting you’re in a bad place, and need some kind of help..
“...You are a-mong friends, here. We are alll deal-img withe pro-blems. Big! Or small. Do note be a-fraid two talke to some-one. O-key?” He stares at the back of her head for a long time before smiling a little when she finally nods. He wishes her a good rest of the day and makes his way back down the stairs, and towards the boilers.
He hopes Kamal is okay. Today piled a lot of unexpected stress onto him, and Habit knew just how anxious he got about things... Well! No matter, he would make sure things ran smooth as they can go. Tomorrow he’ll check in with Parsley, and get to work on all of Trevor’s papers. Maybe see if... Parsley can get a hold of his mom. Or... something. Anything. That whole situation didn’t sit right with him..
When he reached the elevator he hit the up button and waited patiently for the ding, listening to the hum of the machine as it whirred to life. He was still lost in thought, but didn’t miss the quiet sound under the mechanical hum. He lifted his head a bit to listen more intently, looking around the empty room.
Empty? No, that wasnt right. His eyes widened a bit as his gaze landed on one of the corners of the room, where he spotted a small form, pressed against that corner and looking very small. His expression fell and his chest tightened painfully.
“Oh, лилия....” The words slipped out, just barely audible, and Habit turned to make his way over to that small form as the elevator dinged and opened behind him. He stopped just shy of the other, and slowly sat down on his knees in front of him.
Kamal was sat so tucked into that corner and into himself that he looked so, so much smaller than normal. Habit could see the way he trembled, even in the dim room, and could see the uneven rising and falling of his breathing, despite him being utterly silent. He reached out to him, only to stop just shy of touching his head. He hesitated for a long while, thinking over what to do.
“Is touche o-kay?”
For a while, Kamal didn’t give him a response, verbal or otherwise, but he eventually nodded. Habit breathed a sigh of relief and started to gently stroke the top of his head, lightly dragging his finger tips through his hair.
“I ame... so sorry, Kamal... I should note hav left you a-lone.” Especially when the way up to the office was so... dark and spooky. He should really try getting some lights down here sometime, he thinks, but- no no. That wasn’t important right now.
What was important was the fact that he let his assistant, his friend, get so anxious like this. He’s sure he could have done... something better along the way.
He continues to comb through Kamal’s wavy hair with his fingers, not sure what to say next. Not sure what would or wouldn’t make it worse.. but he knew being down here wasn’t going to make it any better, thats for sure.
Gently he started to coax Kamal into uncurling.
“Here, lemt me carry you two you’re room. Yew wille be more comfy there.”
Eventually Kamal let Habit pick him up, but he hid his face in his hands the whole time. That made Habit giggle a bit, which seemed to relax Kamal a little. Good! That was... a little progress, at least. He carried him up and into the elevator, pushing the up button. Kamal, being his assistant, shared a room right across from Habit’s. Easy to get to and from the office quickly.
As the elevator came to a slow stop and dinged, the doors sliding open, Kamal finally found his voice as Habit stepped out.
“Imm.. ss-sorry...” His voice was quiet and cracked easily, giving away his crying. It really tore up Habit from the inside out, hearing him like that.
“Kamal no no, you do’nt haf two be sorre for an-y thimg....” He nudged Kamal’s door open as he reached it, thankful it wasnt closed all the way, and went to go sit on the bed. Still holding him close.
“Bu.. but I. I-I didnt... ee-even help!.. I was,, ss-so useless...” And that was it, wasn’t it. He tried so hard all the time, he worked so hard, all the time. Did everything his parents wanted him to, studied and made perfect grades even at the expense of his well being, got into a good college, then went to a good dentistry school, kept studying hard and making perfect grades-
But god, god, life throws one unexpected thing at him and he totally falls apart. Just one! And it wasnt even that bad! So- why??
He flinches a little bit as his hands are pulled from his face, and he stares, teary-eyed up at his boss, who looks back down at him with worry and pain.
“You are Not use-less. Kamal.” Habit closes his eyes for a second to take a breath, and when he opens them again, his gaze is much softer.
“Yew are wonderful. So.. smarte, and hard-workeing, all the time! Even whene you do’mt haf to be. You check and re-cheke ev-ery-thing so thate you are sure it is all in-order! Thate everything is o-key! Yew hav re-membered manee little de-tales I do not, and have fixed mine mistakes thate I missed. Ande yew care a-bout the Habititans as much as I do.” He gives Kamal a warm smile, gently wiping a few tears away with his thumb.
“Far from use-less, in mine o-pinion.”
Kamal cant help his face flushing as Habit speaks, glancing away when he starts touching his face. It does bring a little smile to his face, and he cant help but.. laugh? Just a little bit.
“Y... yer.. such a sofie, y.. y’know that?” He doesn’t look back up at Habit, but he does put a hand over top the one still touching his face, as if to say ‘keep it there.’
Habit just stares down at Kamal with a little smile on his face, staying quiet for a bit before letting out a little laugh of his own.
“Hah, may-b! Thate is a good thing, no?”
Its only now that Kamal finally looks up at Habit, giving him a small smile of his own.
“Yeah... yeah I, I think so.”
They stay like that for a long while. Habit moves so that his back can lean back against the wall, and Kamal stays in his arms. He feels like this should be... way more weird, I mean, he was. Being held by his boss? After having a mini breakdown. In his own room??? On his bed??? But... it was just. Nice.
They talked about nothing in particular for what felt like hours, till Kamal stopped getting answers back. He glanced up, only to see that Habit was starting to doze off. He felt his face flush again along with this warm, but also nauseous feeling in his chest. At first he thought he might be about to have a panic attack, but this feeling still felt more.. pleasant than anything, pleasant and nervous.
...Wait a second.
Ah,
#the smiler (ooc)#The Smiler's stories (mun writing)#long post#(well this sure took forever but here it is pls.. read it hdfshfsd)#(i kinda forgot to check while i was writing to events in this drabble dont Quite line up with how i had the characters talk)#(but WHATEVER its fine lmao)#(this is already like. a week late anyways hsdfhsdf it dont matter)#Smile for me#Smile for me game#Dr. Habit#Kamal Bora
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Dead Earth 3rd installment
Ringer had killed a couple men back in Quorum, and that was the problem. Quorum was pretty rough and tumble; those men he shot were mean and tough, and he figured it made him a real bad hombre.
He was tall and slim, and he fancied himself a gunfighter, wearing a pistol in a shoulder rig and another in a holster tucked into the back of his belt. Somewhere along the way he had joined up with Daily, a big beefy man who loved to hit things with his fists, and the two of them pretty much thought they were the toughest dudes to ever live. Geo, a smallish young man, was impressed by them, and latched onto the pair.
Breen only had two other crew members: Cee W., a copilot he’d met on a night the young man was fed up with his previous employer, and Hanah, an old ship hand who kept to herself, knew how to do her job and everyone else’s too. Breen’s ship The Grabbyelle was already warming it’s engines for take off by the time Ringer, Daily, and Geo showed up, late as usual.
“They’re on, Cap’n” Hannah’s voice sounded in Breen’s ear.
“Lift it” Breen told Cee W.. Once they were on course, he turned over control to his copilot and called a crew meeting in the galley. Hex and Jackal would be there, Cee W. would listen in on the com.
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Breen did a double take as he entered the galley and saw Hex. She was wearing a kind of business suit in crimson and black, with plenty of gold jewelry, somehow managing to look like both a CEO and a pirate -- the pirate effect highlighted by the nine inch blade strapped to her left thigh and a long wool coat draped over her shoulders like a cloak. Jackal was beside her in similar if less flashy garb. His large foxy ears were plainly visible through a brimmed hat with two holes for them, but looked at first glance like they might be part of it, like feathers stuck in the hatband. Wearing a vest and no jacket, he had a sort of short staff slung across his back. It was the least number of visible weapons Breen had seen on them yet.
When Ringer and Daily came in trailing Geo behind them, Hex and Jackal had their interest right away. Ringer leaned insolently against a counter eyeballing Jackal, and Daily walked over and lewdly ran his eyes up and down Hex.
“Well well, Captain, what have you brought us?” Ringer said, looking at Jackals ears, then glancing at Hex. “Pets? Are they house trained?” Jackal’s eyes narrowed a little, and one ear flicked. “What do think Daily, she got a tail hidden away behind her? Aww, what am I sayin’, you probably don’t care if she’s human or not”
“Shut up, Ringer” Daily said flatly, leaving his eyes on Hex.
“You’re out of line, Ringer” said Breen, with more confidence than he felt, “You too, Daily, back off! Don’t be rude to our clients” Daily lingered a second, then moved to sit at the table with Hannah and Geo.
“Oh clients!” said Ringer, bowing sarcastically “So sorry, I didn’t realize.” Suddenly ignoring Hex and Jackal, he dropped into a chair and faced Breen, who also sat. “What’s the job?”
Before he could answer, Hex said “I’ve hired this ship and its crew to retrieve something of mine. A box my uncle left me.”
“We need a whole ship for that?” said Geo skeptically “Must be a big-ass box”
“Not so big,” said Hex, as Jackal brought her a mug of black caff and sat at the table, “it’s not the size, it’s the location. I hope you all are ready for a rough time -- we’re going down to the Old World.”
Well, they didn’t like to hear that, and with good reason. The Lunar Colonies had been established close to 200 years ago, and the Earth had been considered a dead and dangerous planet for most of that time. Oh, there were things living on it, but it mostly wasn’t a fit place for people to live. Some did anyway, such were the ways of humans, to claw existence from the barest chance of survival. They lived amid the wreckage left by a combination of environmental disaster and global warfare, an apocalyptic wilderness considered uninhabitable by most of what was left of humanity. Many of those left on the planet were either genetically altered or cybernetically augmented, the progeny of laboratory creations during the last, war-torn decades of a fully populated Earth.
Called derogatory names like “grader” “shifter” “alter” and “mutie” (slurs short for upgraded, gene-shifted, altered, and mutant) people with cybernetic or genetic enhancements were not welcome in the lunar colonies. First generation Upgraded and Gene-shifted entities had been designed for war and terror, often mimicking horror story creatures such as vampires and zombies, or housing weaponry and programing for battle and assassination. Not just people, there were many human-created animals, some of which were quite intelligent. And there were micro-organisms and nanobots still swarming the planet, as well. When a last large-scale evacuation had finally been implemented, the Planetary Evacuation and Transfer Agency had screened for and denied entry to all Enhanced Beings, a policy meant to prevent “infecting” the supposed purity of the Lunar Colonies.
“I shoulda known a couple of damn shifters would try to get us down the well” said Daily, referring to the gravity well created by the planet. “Like hell I want to go there, full of vampires and borgs and nano-mites and who knows what.”
“That box of your uncle’s must have something worth a whole lot of money in it for you to hire a ship and land on that death rock,” mused Ringer. “What’s our share?”
Hex looked at him coldly “Whatever worth that box has is only valuable to me. There’s nothing in there for you. What you get is a working ship in operation, with its dock fees paid off and plenty of food and water, and your normal crew rates.”
Ringer scowled and looked over at Breen “That right, Captain? We working for zero percent of the haul? Doesn’t seem fair, that.”
“Can’t make money on a ship with empty tanks and unpaid dock fees, Ringer. I saw a chance and I took it. You’re getting paid your crew rate. Sometime in the next few hauls maybe we’ll find something that’ll earn you a nice bonus. Meanwhile, eat up, sleep tight, do your job, and draw your normal pay.”
“I don’t like it at all,” Ringer replied “and I know Daily and Geo don’t either. How ‘bout you, Hannah? You want to go down to Old Earth? Getting old to try that kind of environment, aren’t you? And I bet you don’t like to work a run and not get a percentage”
Hannah, never impressed by Ringer and his friends, shrugged “You ever shipped out on one of those big ol’ EA astroid miners? They charge you for room and board the whole time you’re on the ship, gotta pay it out of whatever you manage to mine while you’re out in The Black. If you don’t find enough ore to pay your bill, you don’t get to leave the ship when it docks, gotta head back out on the next run and hope your luck is better. Plenty of them miners never manage to get free, spend the rest of their lives working for that EA mining corp, never see a single kuai in their bank account. This here’s not my favorite deal, but it’s a deal, and a better one than I’ve had from some. Captain says we might get something extra later on, then I expect there’s a good chance of that, he ain’t lied to us yet.”
Hannah grinned nastily at the lanky troublemaker, “As for taking a trip down the well, you don’t worry me none with that talk, Ringer, what with you never even breathed the Old World air. You might be surprised to know I actually been down there before, an’ I ain’t so old I can’t go again. What’s more, I’m twice as likely to make it back as you are yourself, and that’s facts. That there planet eats up men think they’re tough like you, just plain eats ‘em right up; why, you oughta be scared more than you are, really.”
“Scared?” Ringer was outraged. “You keep talking, grannie,” Ringer bit out, “I’ll show you who’s tough”
“Alright, that’s enough,” said Breen, “In 52 hours we’ll be landing. It’s a dangerous world, but we’re just making a pick up, and taking off. No reason for everybody to get all wound up. Now you’ve heard the job, and that’s how it is. Everybody back to work. Hex, I’d like to speak to you on the bridge at your convenience” and with that, he walked out.
Daily stood up, looking at Hex, “How ‘bout it, lady, you want to come see me in my quarters when you’re done with the captain, I’ll show you a real man.”
“That’d be nice” said Hex, “I been looking for a real man since I got here.”
“Oh yeah?” said Daily, grinning lustily.
“Yeah,” said Hex, wryly, running her eyes slowly up and down Daily “and I haven’t seen one yet” and turned her back and left.
“Fucking bitch!” Daily exclaimed and leapt up to follow, but suddenly Jackal was face to face with him, fangs bared, staff out with the tip resting against Daily’s chest, stopping him. Ringer put his hand to his gun, but Jackal said “Daily dies if you do, Ringer. Daily, you better call off your buddy if you want to live. You know what a bangstick is?”
Off to one side, Hannah chuckled. “You boys sure went knocking on the wrong door. Better go easy there, Ringer. Bangstick is a compression gun, Daily, in case you don’t know. Just a pipe with a round loaded in, usually shotgun shell -- you jab it against anything and it hits the pin, fires the round. You’re mighty close to having a big hole right through you, boy.”
“That’s exactly right,” said Jackal “and your pal Ringer there could make me nervous, with his hand on his gun like that.”
“Let’s go, Ringer,” said Daily, slowly, “this is a bad start to a fight. We can pick a better time and finish it.”
“Anytime at all, cabronés,” said Jackal, as Ringer took his hand away from his holster and Daily backed away. “You try it anytime you want”.
Daily and Ringer left.
Hannah looked at Jackal. “You remind me of some folks. You ever ship with any of the Old Fleet?”
Jackal grinned at her and winked, touched the brim of his hat and left.
Hannah whistled soundlessly and looked across the table at Geo. “Kid, I never liked those two you hang out with, but you seem okay, so I’ll give you some good advice for free. If they go after these two, you just let them go and do it without you, I’d hate to see you killed. That there was a Galloglas, or I’m Queen of the Moon.”
Geo wrinkled his brow at her. “What in the diyu is a Galloglas?”
“You ever hear of the Old Fleet?” Geo shook his head at her. “The Council of Captains?” Geo shook his head again. “Well, you know how Sol Union got started?” Geo shrugged. “Por su madré, what all are they teaching people these days?” she said, “Well okay then, listen up, I guess this here is story time.”
“Back in the day, the Old Fleet was called the Station Supply Fleet, or the Service Fleet. A handful of giant ships created to service the seven space stations.
Life on these stations was secretive even back then, and from the beginning, their smaller populations tended to have a lot of brains and be in the top of their field. Then those folks raised a few generations of children who were certainly very, very smart, even if no one has ever proved they’ve been genetically enhanced to be extra intelligent, as rumor says.
Those stations, whole little worlds unto themselves, were busy developing goods and services in their areas of specialty -- those things they still produce, like robotics, medical research and narcotics, specialized food production, entertainment. But that wasn’t all they developed while floating around out in The Black. They also developed their own ways of life.
Sort of the same way, the Service Fleet was making their own cultures too. Most of those ships were crewed by several hundred men and women on back to back between-station journeys that could take three years or more each trip, and they naturally started their own way of living.
So anyway, it wasn’t long before the stations began to have differing opinions about what the law should be on-station. Different from each other, a bit, and very different than the governments that thought they controlled them.
More and more those opinions disagreed with the opinions of Earth and the Lunar colonies, and when one of those disagreements came to a head on Station Delta, the old Space Command found out very quickly that one of the things all the stations had in common was an opinion that attempts at military boarding and take-over of a station would not be tolerated.
The long and short of it was, the few surviving members of the Lunar Military incursion team wound up reporting that yes, the extremely intelligent people of Station Delta had, in fact, thought to engineer quite well against armed intrusion. Planetary authorities were further caught with their pants down when the seven stations of Sol System immediately unionized and seceded en mass, announcing themselves an alliance of self-governing bodies. Looking back, they had to have been planning it for a while, secretive messages going back and forth in the dark for years. Anyway, that’s how Sol Union was born.
The days-old Sol Union then gave the Supply Fleet that serviced them an offer, which was simply: join us.
Now those ships relied heavily on those stations to supply and refuel. There was no way to land them on the Moon or on Old Earth, they were designed to dock with the stations. And I imagine a lot of those ships didn’t care for being ordered around by government folks who didn’t know what life in the Fleet was like, most of who’d never even served on board any ship at all.
On each ship of the Fleet, decisions were made about the Sol Union offer. On some ships, there were votes. On other ships arguments were more pointed. Explosive, even. Two ships were lost entirely.
In the end, the Council of Captains was formed (some of whom were very new to their captaincy indeed). They defined each ship as an autonomous entity, and unanimously offered an alliance with the Sol System Union, simultaneously offering Earth and the Lunar Colonies a peace-treaty with trade agreements. Once the Sol Union signed that alliance with the Council of Captains, there wasn't really any choice for Terran or Lunar governments; the station labs produced a lot of the best goods and technology: medical equipment and vaccines, personal electronics, as well as widely enjoyed arts and entertainment- that last bit was particularly tricky for Space Command to get around. It was extremely difficult to keep the support of the citizenry when the 'enemy' was so damned popular.
But mostly it was that the ships of the Fleet were almost all of the serious space-craft humanity had made up til then. There was no space navy, nor any kind of second fleet to provide shipping. In effect, the rebel Union, while refusing to trade any of their products with Terra, had agreed to sell to the Fleet, who was offering to sell those things to the Earth and Moon. And buy goods from them to sell to Sol Union, of course. Neither Terra nor Luna could afford to refuse, and indeed, the Delta Solar Treaty worked well for all concerned. Still does.
Now, one of those ships, the captain was a woman named Reilly Galloglas. Nobody is sure how or where, but her crew started buying or building smaller ships. They spread out some. Some of them turned Pirate. Some of them started raiding Earth, scavenging and selling black market goods. Some of them even left off shipping out and worked security for a station here and there, or started a business. Mostly they’re one big family, even if distantly related. They’ll adopt long time crew members, and I’ve heard tell some people marry into the family. But they never take in or keep anybody who doesn’t live up to their standards, born in or not. And there are three things you have to know about them Galloglas folk.
First, they’re honest and honorable, even if half of ‘em are criminals and pirates. I mean they might steal all your money, but they won’t lie about it, they’ll keep any promise they make, and they’ll only kill someone who’s armed and facing them. Second, they’re a hard, dangerous, deadly folk. They don’t run from a fight, you can believe it; there’s just no back up to ‘em. And third, they are loyal as fuck. They mostly handle their own business, but gods help anyone who backshoots one, or gets one too outgunned and they have to call for reinforcements.
I only ever heard one time it happened. ‘Bout sixty years ago, the Theta Station Mining Co. had a difficulty with one, and blew her ship up while she was on station talking to them about it. They musta figured to strand her there, or something. I don’t know if they realized that little ship had her husband and kids on it, but she sure made sure they knew it by the end. Every Galloglas near got involved, and that right there is why there’s only six stations left in Sol Union. The rest of them stations looked at shrapnel left where the station had been, checked their options, and allowed as how Theta had fucked up and got what they deserved. They sorta buried the whole story and moved on quick. They surely didn’t want to push the issue with that Galloglas crew. I reckon if it came to it, they’d all of them show up, and I don’t see how there could be less than 500 of them Galloglases, maybe two or three times that number, a bunch of ‘em with their own ships, and every one a demon in a fight.”
Son,” Hannah looked into Geo’s eyes, “you take an old lady’s advice, tell your friends to lay off - them two are a lot more trouble than Ringer and Daily can handle”
“I will Hannah, thanks” said Geo. And a couple hours later, he did.
But the problem was, Ringer had killed a couple men back in rough and tumble Quorum, and he figured it made him a real tough guy.
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Missing Vampire:
Summary: Y/n went missing after Damon and the gang found her in New Orleans. What happens when Mikel threatens to kill her.
Part 3 of ?
warnings: _ Cussing Like a lot- Drunk people- angst- Blood- Angry Damon and originals
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After a while of drinking Damon was drunk as a skunk. He couldn't even walk so Stefan came to get him. After that Y/n and Klaus were drinking then decided to go back to the Mikealson Mansion.
“ Here we are.” Klaus said as he pulled up to the mansion. “ Looks like everyone is asleep.” Y/n said looking at the house. “ Yeah well that's what I’m about to do Sleep.” Klaus said with a smile. “ A good sleep. Beside my queen.” He said leaning into Y/n giving her a kiss. “ Yeah well lets go in.” Y/n said with a smile.
They both got out of the car and towards the house. Klaus opened the door and stepped in. He looked at Y/n who was just standing at the door staring at Klaus. “ What is it love?” Klaus asked y/n. “ I forgot my phone in the car. I’ll be right back.” She said giving Klaus a smile.��“ alright well I’ll be off to my room.” Klaus told her with a smile. She nodded then went towards the car.
“ Oh Y/n, its been a long time.” A voice said from behind her. “ Mikael, In deed it has. You haven't changed much. other then you’re still living. Which I think means death is still calling Right?” She asked with a straight face. “ No one is dying other then you today.” He said as he ran towards her breaking her neck.
- next day-
“ Y/N!” Damon yelled as he walked into the Mansion. Elijah looked up at the oldest Salvatore confused. “ Mr. Salvatore. Y/n isn't here.” Elijah said looking at Damon. “ What do you mean she isn't here?” Damon asked looking at Elijah. “ I haven't seen her.” Elijah said looking at Damon. “ Brother have you seen Y/n?” Klaus asked Elijah. “I just told Mr. Salvatore here I haven't seen her.” Elijah said looking at his brother. “ Nik!” Rebekah yelled to Her older brother. “ Father took Y/n!” Rebekah yelled looking at her brother. “ Son of a-” Klaus was about to finish but Damon stopped him. “ What are we going to do?’ Damon asked looking at everyone. “ We are going to find her then put a stake through Mikael's heart.” Klaus said looking at his siblings and to Damon.
- Y/n Point of few_
“ What are you going to do? Kill me?” I asked looking at this stupid Ass excuse of a man. “ Yes well after Niklaus tries to rescue you I will make it fast and easy for you.” He said looking at me with a smile. “ Well I hope you know I wound let him get that close to me. Not with your heart still in your chest.” I said with a wicked smile. “ I’d like to see you try.” He said with a smile. The veins in my face started to come up and I Lunged for him. I grabbed his neck and twisted it. “thought you said I couldn't touch you. Other then these stupid chains. Now that Mikael is going to be the hard part.” I said to Mikealson dead for the moment Body.
I pulled at the chains trying to get them off but they weren't working. It doesn't help that Mikael is about to wake up and probably going to kill me but still. “ You bitch.” He said rubbing his neck. “ Aw thanks.” I said with a wink. Usually I would rip the tonged of the person who called me that and shoved it down their throat but since Mikael has the upper hand here I’m going to calm down. “ Now What should your punishment be since you did that?” He asked looking at me. He grabbed my Face and looked at me in the eye. “ well if I got to choose I would say let me out of the chains and face me like the man you portray.” I spat looking at the man with nothing but Hate. “ Oh you would like that, Huh?” He asked looking down at me. “ Mikael! Come back here and face me like a man. Oh wait you cant you know why. Because your scared to. Seems like it to me. Oh, Mikael so big and mighty. But you cant even kill me without these chains off. Real mature.” I rambled looking at Mikael. “ Okay well, I tried to tell you I would make it quick and easy.” He said as he unlocked the chains and she rubbed her arms. “ Fight to the death?” I asked with a smirk. “ Your death.” He said looking at me with smirk.
- Klaus’ POV_
“ So she is in there?” I asked looking at the path in the woods. “ Yes, That's where the locater spell took me that's where she is at.” Freya said with Davina beside her nodding. “ well thank you sister, Davina you can go. This is gonna get bloody.” Kol said looking at Our sister and hid girlfriend. “ So she is over there with our father?” Kol asked looking to Elijah. “ Yes brother she is in the woods.” Elijah said with a nod. “ Well what are we waiting for lets go kill the son of a bitch and save my best friend.” Damon said looking at us. “ Love your enthusiasm but we need a plan.” Kol said swinging his baseball bat to his shoulder. “ Well, brother what is the plan?” Kol asked me. “ We.” I said pointing to Kol and Elijah and Myself “are going to go in last. Damon you're going in first to go over there and distract Mikael. Once you distract him Kol here will go find Y/n and take her away. While Elijah and I will Kill Mikael.” I said looking at everyone.
- Y/n’s POV_
“ You think you can kill me? I’m a hybrid just like your son. But the thing is I can kill you just as fast or as slow as I want.” I said as I kicked his knee in making him fall to his knees. “ Oh look bowing down, are we? here to ask for mercy?” I asked being cocky. “ I don't bow to anyone.” he said as he slowly got up. “ and you aren't a hybrid. Let alone a werewolf.” He said looking at me. “ That’s right. You remembered something I am not a werewolf but a witch. And Unlike most vampires I can use my powers. So let me say do you feel this.” I asked as I made every single blood vessel in his brain explode.
he looked at me while holding his head. “ Now let me say this to you Mikael, You have been chasing your children for Centuries. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't let them kill you?” I asked as I bent down to his face. I put my fingers under his chin and made him look at me. I had finished making the blood vessels explode so he could look at me. “You are going to die soon. And Like you said You could have killed me but you didn't. because I made you think you were weak. But what if I said I wasn't here?” I asked then disappeared. I was still in the chains I was just giving him the sneak peak of the future if he lets me go. “ Now Mikael are you going to face me like a man?” I asked looking at Mikael. “ If you are so all in powerful why haven't you gotten your self out?” Mikael asked me. I looked at him with a smile. “ Who’s to say I haven't?” I asked as I showed him my arms that weren't chained to the tree. He looked scared. Like he has lost everything.
“ Now would you look at that.” Damon said rounding from the tall oak tree. “ Hi bestie.” Damon said waving at me with his famous smirk. “ Hey Bestie.” I said with a wave. “ Now Mikael that's no way to treat a lady.” Damon said as he slowly walked towards Mikael and I. “ I’d stop moving if I were you boy.” Mikael said holding a finger up. He grabbed My arm and put his hand in my chest. “ You ugly fuck.” I said looking at his hand in my chest. Then he pulled back.
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Imagine you found out that you have a sister, Sookie Stackhouse, unwillingly you fall into her world of supernatural creatures. Being a more advanced mindreader than Sookie, all supernatural eyes are on you. You’re a weapon, but will you make it out alive?
Part three Double heart
Part one (All your life)
Part two (Stay in the dark)
Part three (Double heart)
Part four (Better dig two)
Word Count: 2236
Warnings: Swearing
Summary: Being back in Bon Temp you come across a connection you didn’t expect to find.
Previously: Alcide visited you at your house and told you that you needed to come back to Bon Temps with him.
It would be so wrong for you to say that you came along because Alcide is so persuasive. Why would that be so wrong you ask? Because you have morals of some kind. The kind that tells you that you should not just think about yourself. Okay, screw it! You came along because the thought of a supernatural adventure thrilled you. How many times have you re-watched Vampire diaries or Supernatural. This time it’s your time to kick some supernatural ass. And you’re doing ‘it’ again. Smiling sheepishly at your own thoughts. “You came back.” Sam greets you surprised. Not the kind of warm welcome you were hoping for. Alcide insisted on taking you here because he said the food is not better anywhere else. The food must be real crappy everywhere else then, for this to be the best food… You are not stupid. Alcide took you here because of Sookie. Your damned sister. Sitting down in the back of the bar flashes dance before your eyes. A vision. Having these visions is like watching tv, but in your mind. You’ve been shown images, video’s but also feelings. It doesn’t always clearly show what is about to happen, but putting together what is shown to you in your vision you mostly can figure things out. The image that is shown to you this time is a picture of Eric. He is somewhere in the woods and the feelings you are getting with this image are scared at first and then, passion? What? It sometimes happens that you interpret something wrong and this must be one of those times. Alcide sits down across from you. “So,” you say folding your hands underneath your chin. “what is it that you’re really up to?”
“We’re here to see Sookie.” He tells you. You wave your hand at him. “Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.” Does he really think you’re that dumb. “I mean what are you planning to use me for? Because I see a little of Eric in my future.” Alcide arches his dark eyebrow at you. “What are you talking about?” He asks confused. “She’s talking about a tall, blonde handsome man walking into her life.” Eric sits down next to Alcide. “Well if it isn’t the big bad wolf and the big bad vampire sharing a drink, thinking their deep thoughts and desires.” You say leaning back in your seat.
Eric laughs. “She really is something, huh.” He tells Alcide, who is not amused at all. “I like her.” Eric adds looking at you.
“Well color me blessed.” You scoff sarcastic.
“Feisty too.” Eric notices. “That could come in handy.” Alcide turns to Eric. “What are you doing here?” Alcide growls.
“To look at my new asset, of course.” Eric replies not once breaking his stare down that he is having with you. “I’m not some cow that you can just take in.” You tell Eric. “I’m more than that.”
“Oh, you’re much more.” Eric agrees. “That’s why I want you so bad.” With a smile on your face you lean across the table towards Eric. “Oh, really?” You ask him teasingly. “How bad?”
“I have a proposition for you.” Eric tells you, suddenly all business like. You hold up your hand, telling him to keep quiet. “Food first. Then I’ll listen.” You command him.
Eric watches you and finally turns to Alcide. “Well, you hear the lady. Give her some food.” Alcide growls. He clearly despises Eric. Still he gets up to order some food.
“Give me one reason to trust you instead of him.” You tell Eric hurried when Alcide is out of hearing range.
“Honesty.” Eric tells you. “You’re a smart girl. It’s no use in lying to you. I won’t, but I can’t say the same for our hairy friend.”
Pursing your lips you shrug. “Not really what I was looking for, but whatever.” You kick back resting your feet on Eric’s chair.
“What were you looking for?” Eric asks genuinely interested. With pursed lips you smile amused. “Well wouldn’t the almighty vampire like to know.” Playing around with such powerful creatures may no be the brightest idea, but what is life without a risk. Before Eric could say something else Alcide returns with a hamburger and fries. “Jeez, I’m starving.” You tell him before digging your teeth into the burger. Feeling uncomfortable the men watch you devour the hamburger. “Well, talk.” You bid Eric after you ate the whole hamburger and he still hasn’t started his proposal.
“I need someone to help me on a mission.” Eric tells you. Hello vagueness. You think still looking down at your fries. Which are not even that good by the way. “I’ll pay you richly.” He adds hoping to catch your interest. Instead you look up at him, with dead bored eyes. “So does my job.” Eric is speechless and you take a wild guess and say he is not very often. Not impressed you continue to eat your fries. You tap into Alcide and feel that he is delighted by the way you are treating Eric. “Better wipe that smirk off your mind, werewolf boy.” You tell Alcide in-between eating.
Alcide coughs shocked that you read his mind, while Eric just smiles amused and even impressed. “Where are you staying?” Eric asks out of nowhere. “I’ll swing by later tonight and talk to you when werewolf boy isn’t around.” He just stole your nickname. Copyright...
“Well Alcide dragged my ass over here and therefore, I have no place to stay, unless there is something I don’t know.”
“I forgot. You can crash on my couch.” Alcide says.
“Or you could stay at my house.” Eric says, making you raise your eyebrow at him. “You would have your own wing.” Eric’s mind is silent so you focus on him. It takes a lot of concentration, but you are able to catch a glimpse of something. “Fuck me sideways.” You blurt out without thinking. “You are sincere!” Your astonishment catches them off guard. “I think it’s time to go.” You stand up. Still a bit put off the men don’t move. “Well, Eric, are you dead or something?” Okay that may not have been the best question to ask someone who is actually dead. Do you seriously don’t have an off switch?
“That looks good on you.” Eric’s voice scares you to death. You thought you were alone in your guestroom. Wearing only your panties and an oversized Fangtasia t-shirt that he gave you. Your hair is worn down and you were just dancing around the huge room when Eric’s voice interrupted your music. “Ever heard of knocking?” You ask, not even the slightest bit of uncomfortable about your bareness.
“If I had knocked I would never have seen that move you made.” Eric tells you grinning. Smiling devilishly you turn up the music and grab his hand. “Knocking wouldn’t have made a difference, corpse.” Alcide got his nickname, now it’s only fair to give Eric one too. Adoring Eric looks down on you while your bodies move to the rhythm of the music. “I’m not going to sleep with you.” You tell him out of the blue.
“You really are remarkable at mind reading. I never met anyone who could read a vampires mind so easily.” Eric tells you astound.
“Oh, I didn’t need to read your mind to know what you were thinking.” You tell him satisfied. Bon Temps was maybe not so bad after all. You are, after all, having fun.
“Devilish.” Eric remarks
“I would love to say ‘that’s me’, but unfortunately I would be lying if I did.” You say. Eric turns down the volume. “What do you mean unfortunately?” He asks curious. “I don’t know why I’m even telling you.” You say and shrug. “But I always dreamt of being something like I am becoming right now. A heroine in a story to be written down and read by thousands of hungry eyes, wishing for the possibility of experiencing the same thing. I’m sick of sitting in my small office reading cases and searching through laws to find a loophole, which may surprise you do exist.”
“You are a lawyer?” Eric asks you uncertain. You just nod. “Has someone ever told you, you are nothing like your sister?” Eric asks as if you have known your sister your whole life.
“I have, but how so?” You are starting to get curious as to why you are nothing like her. The both of you sit down on the end of the bed. “You’re educated, a risk taker, out-going, bubbly and just ..different.” Eric’s remark makes you smile. Whether or not he meant is as a compliment, you are definitely taking it that way.
“Why do you hate your life so much?” Eric asks surprising you. That is a way you never really thought of it. Did you really hate your life? It’s a tough question. “What happened to make you resent normal life?”
In your head you are discussing whether or not you should tell Eric.But in the end you are still not sure. “I don’t know, it’s stupid.” You say.
Half-heartedly you hoped he would drop the matter, but he doesn’t care for the fact that you don’t feel like sharing your inner thoughts. “I’m a really good listener.” He pushes.
Giving in you sigh. Whatever. “A few years ago I was dating Chuck, a tanned biker who used to live on the farm with his parents. I don’t really know what business he had with his biker gang, but he never talked about that.”
“So, he was a bad guy?” Eric asks.
You nod. “I guess I liked the mystery around him and the fact that he was a bad guy intrigued me in a way. Apparently I have a weak for the bad guy.” You tell him not realizing who you are talking to. With a charismatic smile and puppy eyes Eric looks down on you, making you realize what kind of effect your words now have on him. In his ears all he heard was: ‘I have a weak for you, Eric.’
“So what happened?”
“One day, he came home and he rolled up is sleeve. I never expected things to escalate so quickly, but it did. And I never meant for things to become that way, but I guess he decided for me that it should. There were two little hearts on my rodeo man. He practically slipped a ring right on my finger.”
“He wanted to marry you?” Eric asks uncertain.
“Chuck didn’t say it with those exact word, but he tattooed two hearts on his shoulder. And at that moment I realized something. There was no way in hell that I was going to stay at home to watch the children and be a good housewife. I haven’t lived my life yet. All those years I was only alive, not actually living life. That’s why I left him with skid marks and a double heart.”
Eric chuckles. “A double heart.”
“Why is this funny to you?” You ask feeling a bit insulted.
“It’s just so beautiful the way your mind works.” He says, confusing you. “You left a guy because you were not satisfied with yourself.”
Feeling attacked you stand up. You could have chosen to say something nasty in return, there were plenty of things you could say, but you decide not to. Attacking back would only make you look worse. “What are you getting at, Eric?” You ask instead.
Eric rises to his feet. “It’s not an insult, sweets.” He assures you. Your eyes lock and Eric bends his face towards yours. Is he going to do what you think he is going to do? “What the hell are you doing?” You ask him not moving an inch. He pulls back looking at you. “Well, kissing you of course.”
“Did something in my story give you the idea that it was okay to do so?” You ask him. Was there something in your story you hadn’t realized made you seem cheap?
“Never mind.” Eric’s demeanor seems to change a bit. “The sun is about to rise, I’ve got to go.” With these words he leaves you wondering what went wrong. You go to bed and fall asleep quickly while the sun slowly rises. Stepping into a dream world you begin seeing things. Not dreams, though it could be mistaken for a dream by someone who doesn’t know any better. You see a body ignite and burn until there is nothing left, but black crisp. Eric. Wide awake you sit up straight in the bed that is way too big for you. Something is going to happen and you know it. Not only have you seen someone burn to death, but you could also feel it in your gut. And if there is one thing you’ve learned it’s to always trust your gut feeling. “Why does he has to have such a goddamned big place.” You curse while flying out the room into the big hall. Clutching your hands around your arms you focus on trying to get a premonition. A faint flash of someone throwing in a Molotov cocktail dances before your eyes. Rushing down the big stairs you run outside the door. You need to stop them before they do it. On your bare feet you run across the grit, hurting your feet, but right now you don’t feel the pain. Adrenaline rushes through your veins. The sound of breaking glass draws your attention. It has happened. You’re too late.
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29 Neibolt ST (Monster Roommate AU) CH12
Ok so bear with me this chapter is the GOOFIEST. But you had been warned and you’re all still here. So prepare for dancing, Abba, new characters, fluffy Penny trying hard to do human dating, sad Babadooks, fantastic choreography, and general deadite fuckery.
Chapter 12
Date Night
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The entire nightclub was packed with monsters for the occasion. It was a monster owned place ran by the Cenobites one of the few places they could all gather without interference from humans. Leatherface had yet to show up it was going to be a huge surprise for him to see half the monster population there just to say happy birthday to the lovable behemoth.
Pennywise had gone early and was busy setting up the balloons for the occasion since that was his speciality and because the girls (plus Drac) kicked him out of the Neibolt house while they got ready.
He was weary leaving them there with The Evil still floating around but he figured with at least Freddy and Drac there they'd be somewhat well armed. Leech wasn't completely defenseless either, she had come a great long way in her lessons. The young vampire was more than capable of hunting for herself now but she seemed to be putting it off due to her fear of dying and taking that important final step. The clown was still proud of her though, with his and Dracula’s help she’d be a force to be reckoned with someday.
Penny was lost in thought when he bumped into a large dark figure in a top hat. It turned and grinned widely at him.
“Peeeeennnyyywiiiiissseeeeee.”
“Oh! My apologies Baba! Wasn't looking!”
The Babadook reached out its hand almost tenderly to the clowns injured eye.
“Huuuuurrrttt?”
“ah yes that, uh incident with some um pipes.” he was embarrassed to reveal that he had let Deadites infest his house. If people found out that the clown had been slacking off he'd be a laughing stock. He was the untouchable Pennywise after all, the apex predator of this realm and feared by all! Pennywise nervously chatted with the Babadook about his wound trying everything he could to hide the fact that a lesser demon was able to get the best of him. He was also pretty sure the grief monster had a giant crush on him as well, seeing how he kept reaching out to look at the clowns injury with great concern. It was not a great situation for Penny to be in all around.
Just as Pennywise was in serious need of rescue the nightclubs front door opened and the girls (plus Drac) began to walk in. Tiff turned around to tell Leech some last minute thing and Drac adjusted her jacket. They stepped away dramatically in some sort of big reveal much to Leech’s embarrassment. The clown had smelled her sweet scent almost instantly and turned around from the Babadook a big goofy grin lighting his face when he realized his favorite vampire was here. And boy she was perfect. He pushed the Babadook aside with a quick “excuse me” leaving the tall grief monster slightly sad looking when he saw Pennywise smile at the vampire.
He crossed the room making a beeline for her and Leech attempted to meet him wobbling on her heels like a newborn baby deer. She failed spectacularly nearly falling down the steps. Pennywise had brought his hand out to steady her and she gripped the fabric of his costume for support.
“Careful there firecracker” he chuckled “wouldn't want to ruin that dress.” he plucked the tag off the back of it and Leech grew red in embarrassment. Penny chuckled somewhat relieved she was just as nervous as he was “Is it new?”
“You said wear something nice.”
“I like it” the clown whispered so only she could hear causing the vampire to blush. He rarely complimented her like this and she had to admit it was nice.
“Thanks Pen~” she pulled him down and kissed his nose causing the clown to scrunch his face but he still smiled in annoyance. The two stood there awkwardly for a minute until an ear piece in Penny’s ear buzzed to life.
“OFFER HER YOUR ARM JACKASS” it hissed
“Oh!… right!” he held out his elbow which Leech took with a questioning smile. They were still standing there the clown unsure what to do next.
“Um are you going to eat it? Or should I take it back?”
“What?”
“My arm.”
“Why would I eat your arm Pen?”
“Chucky told me to give you my arm, its no big deal I can grow it back”
Leech snorted and laughed hard. “You’ve never done this before have you?”
“I- um no”
“You offer your arm to me so I can hold onto you Pen. In Drac’s time the men would lead the women to the party but now its more just a sign of affection or respect…” she smiled mischievously at him “……and to let all these bitches know you're all mine” the clown felt a twinge of excitement from that. Chucky whispered something in the radio from around the corner where he was posted up for the night with Dracula. They were both on a mission to make sure the clown and his lady love had a successful first date. Pennywise took the advice and grinned at his date.
“Why would they be staring at me my dear with you looking like that” the clown cooed using the dolls line.
“Pfft you should change your name to Pennywise the smooth talking clown. You big flirt” she punched him in the arm.
Pennywise gave her a big bucktoothed grin. “Shall we kitten?” he purred as he began to walk with her to a table. Unfortunately for Penny, all the ones with regular chairs were full so he improvised leading her to a couple of couches. The clown stopped for a second, processed something, then pulled the entire couch back and gestured to his date to sit. Leech was trying her hardest not to break into laughter. He was trying his best after all.
She decided to humor him and sit down “thanks” she smiled, the clown beamed “nailed it” he whispered. Chucky and Drac peered out from behind the corner groaning. “He doesn't have a clue” the doll smacked his own face
“This is a nightmare” the vampire despaired.
Pennywise sat down next to Leech looking at her awkwardly a drop of drool falling from his lips. He was completely unsure of what to do next. Desperate for help he looked over his shoulder mouthing the words “what do I do?”
“TALK TO HER YOU IDIOT” Chucky hissed from the headphone
“ok ok right……” he whispered
“Um soooo what’d you end up getting Leatherface?” the clown began almost nervously.
“You're not going to like it” came her reply.
“Why not…” Penny narrowed his eyes
“Weeeeell, we kinda got him a drum set. I know, I know loud noises, BUT you saw how much fun he was having playing that game he's going to love it! A little creativity for the big guy will be good for him”
“And just how did you afford that? I know you don't have much you've been late on rent for 2 months now”
“Good thing I'm banging the landlord right!?” She elbowed him hard with a theatrical smile.
“I knew it! You've been using me for free rent” Pennywise teased in mock offense.
“Free rent and my apparently extreme coulrophilia” Leech placed her hand on his leg to lean up and kiss/nip his jaw. Before Pennywise could comment his ear buzzed again this time Freddy had stolen the radio and was giving terrible advice.
“Tell her you have a balloon animal in your pants and you want her to help you blow it up!!!”
“FREDDY GIVE THAT BACK YOURE GONNA BLOW IT”
“HAHA BLOW!”
“GOD DAMMNIT KRUGER”
Pennywise turned to glare at them eyes flashing dangerous yellow until Leech grabbed his face turning it back to her.
“Why do you keep looking back there?”
“It-its nothing. Tell me how you were able to get the gift.”
She sighed. He REALLY wasn't going to like this.
“Ok first you have to promise you're not going to get jealous”
“Leeeech what did you do” he growled
“Promise me Penny.”
“We’ll see.”
She took a deep breath “Ok well you know how Drac has Renfield as his familiar right?”
“….go on”
“Weeell… I kinda picked up one of my own today, his name is Jim he's scrawny metalhead kid that works at the music shop”
“Hiiiisss name?” the clown sneered he was clearly getting jealous anyway.
“Look he's not like my close friend or anything he looks like barely out of high school. I told him I’d make him a vampire if he got me the drum set thats it.”
Pennywise growled. “ and why am I not your familiar? Shouldn't I be the one you're most familiar with? You're my mate after all.”
She rubbed her temples he clearly didn't get the definition of a familiar.
“So you want to be my servant? Because thats basically what this is.” Pennywise was still glaring at her. “Pen I know you're excited but save that talk for later when were alone and you can be my little slave all night” she gave the clown a wink and wicked grin in an attempt to deflect his anger with humor.
Somewhere in the building Pinhead’s eyes went wide.
“Don't get sassy with me dear” Pennywise warned. Leech rolled her eyes at him for how ridiculous he was being over this.
“Lighten up Pen its a party. You really have nothing to worry about anyway I don't even think regular humans can satisfy me anymore beyond being food.”
He growled putting his arm around her possessively “Good.” Leech leaned her head back against him. “We’ve got to work on your jealousy issues.”
“I don't have issues.”
“Sure Penny.”
“You're such a brat”
“Yeah but I'm your brat” she nuzzled against his ear earning her a semi-annoyed grumble. He hated when she did cute things like this to him in public.
“CLOWN”
Pennywise looked behind him to find the leader of the Cenobites approaching him.
“What is it Pinhead I'm busy right now”
“I hope you will take me up on my offer this year and join the after party this all hallow’s eve.”
“The answer is still no.”
“Do not deny yourself my gifts. I heard your pain….your…pleasure… your suffering is most welcome in my establishment.”
Pennywise groaned in embarrassment. “Great of all the people to know about that, it had to be this guy.”
“Oh shit an afterparty! We sh-” Leech began excitedly
“Not a good idea” the clown replied putting a gloved finger to her lips.
“We shall be expecting you.” Pinhead sunk away.
“Why is it a bad idea?” Leech asked when Penny pulled his hand away.
“You can ask Freddy about it later, he still has the nipple piercing from the eleven minutes he was there” Pennywise said holding his head in his hands
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The night continued on Leatherface was terrified at first when everyone in town jumped out to say surprise. Turns out monsters don't really know how to surprise in a friendly way. He quickly grew excited when he saw that everyone was there to say happy birthday to him. Leech made sure to stop by and give the giant a huge hug before running outside to grab his gift.
Jim pulled up outside the night club nervously. He was a scrawny looking guy with shaggy hair, a denim battle jacket, and piercings. Typical music store metalhead.
“Jimbo!” Leech called out to him waving.
“Oh hey um….. master? Mistress? What do I call you?”
“Huh good question. Stick to master till I come up with something better. You got my drums?”
“I wrapped them like you said”
“Excellent, be a doll and bring them in for me will ya”
“When will I get to be a vampire?”
“Soon enough you gotta work for me a bit first Jimmy boy.”
Pennywise had suddenly appeared behind Leech and grabbed her waist causing her to yelp in surprise. Jim looked at the demonic clown in shock and fear screaming “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT” Pennywise flashed him a fang filled grin.
“Oh right introductions, Jimbo this is Pennywise my uh-“
“I'm her mate.” he sneered gripping Leech tighter
“Was going to say eldritch horror boyfriend but that works too.”
“Wait you're dating this thing?”
“Thats right Jimboree, its actually our first official date! Isn't he just adorable?” she flicked one of Pennywise’s bells while he growled and drooled behind her.
“You got some weird kinks master.”
Leech frowned and Pennywise began giving off a low hiss.
“Just deliver the drum-set Jim-jam I’ll call you if I need anything else.”
“I dont like him” The clown sneered
“Wow um thanks man I'm standing right here” said Jim who was unloading the truck. He was still terrified of the snarling monster who was eyeing him in a way one would eye a cheeseburger before taking a bite.
“Pen you don't like most people,”
“I eat most people.”
“You eat Jim and I’ll stop making you red velvet cupcakes.”
The clown panicked a bit before grumbling something to himself “Fine. He can live”
“Go inside you big idiot and I’ll come dance with you. And I'm serious leave the human alone.”
The clown snarled one more warning at Jim and vanished. Leech sighed and adjusted her wig “If he gives you any trouble at all come find me, Pen’s got a bit of a possessiveness issue we’re working on. He seems to respond well to positive reinforcement though.”
“um o-ok….”
She left the terrified human to go back inside, deciding to grab a drink first before finding her date who was sulking in a corner Chucky and Tiff were chiding him for something and the clown was not having it.
“You're gonna blow it man!” Chucky hissed
“I am not I was just showing that Jim guy she's mine”
“Possessiveness isn't attractive sweetie” Tiffany added.
“You need to lighten up. I got an idea go take her to the dance floor and wait for my signal.” Chucky said looking up at the DJ booth.
“Ugh fine.”
He walked over to Leech who was casually chatting with Freddy and sipping a bloody marry he had two girls on his arm from the werewolf sorority a few neighborhoods over from Neibolt.
“Dance floor.” The clown growled taking her hand.
“Can I finish my drink?”
“Later.” he pulled her away
“Whats his problem?” Freddy asked
Pennywise led Leech to the dance floor she began huffing and complaining wondering why Penny was in such a sour mood all of the sudden. “What the hell’s gotten into you Pen?” she asked. She knew he was prone to mood swings but his attitude was all over the place tonight.
“I-I’ll tell you later.”
“You fucking better you're acting really weird right now.”
“Just dance.”
Pennywise got the DJs attention and motioned for everyone to clear he moved Leech to the edge of the circle while smirking. He was clearly up to something.
He grinned as Get Lucky started to play. As soon as he started to move people cheered Pennywise the dancing clown definitely lived up to the name. Leech stood at the edge of the circle in awe. Without a doubt the clown was definitely getting lucky tonight. Part way thought he grabbed Leech and danced with her, this time she was actually able to keep up with him a bit. Her annoyance at him melted away into laughter. The two finally began having an amazing time.
His dance finished and the party swarmed him as he bowed. Say what you will about him but Pennywise was legendary on the dance floor. Leech shoved her way through the mob of people to pounce on him kissing him hard. “You, me. Nearest storm drain. Right fucking now.” was all she said before grabbing him Freddy gave the clown the thumbs up as she dragged him to the exit.
The couple passed a table. There was a man sitting alone in the booth a book in front of him his face hidden by the darkness of the club. Leech’s primal instinct told her to get out of there as quickly as possible that this man was pure danger. She gripped her clowns hand tightly, flirty steps turned to panic and she led him away from the exit.
“Leech what the fuck was that” Pennywise grabbed her when she finally stopped in a less populated area of the club.
“Huh?”
“You reek of fear you're practically drenched in it actually….it smells delicious by the way…. but thats not my point.”
“That guy at the table by the exit. Somethings-somethings not right.”
“What do you mean that guy Leech.”
“I- I felt something calling me to him, h-had to get out before…” she trailed off
“Am I allowed to be jealous now? Because the only person allowed to make you this terrified is me.” Pennywise growled in the direction of the table “Stay here. I’ll take care of it” he leaned down and kissed the top of her head wile deeply inhaling the scent of her fear before walking off. Jim came over to her now nervously.
“M-master?”
“You're still here Jimbo?
“I-I cant seem to leave every time I do someone else grabs me. That guy with the nails in his head keeps asking me to go to a party with him I don't wanna go man I'm gettin’ bad vibes here. Baaaaad vibes”
“Jimmy, buddy just stick with me and Pen I got a feeling some shits about to go down anyway.”
As if on cue demonic screeching erupted from the direction of Pennywise as the man with the book vanished in a shadowy mist, only to reappear by the exit. He turned to wave at Leech before walking out the door clearly having just created some kind of distraction. The clown found himself walking to the dance floor somehow losing control of his current form. In fact the entire Neibolt residence plus the Freddy Drac Party Shack (as Freddy refers to it) were all making their way to the center of the dance floor.
“PEN PLEASE EXPLAIN WHAT JUST HAPPENED” Leech called out to him unable to control her own body
“S-something… the book…” was all the clown was able to say he was fighting what ever was manipulating them as was Freddy, the demons were having a way easier time with it than the others. The club all stood back as if possessed, creating a circle around the group on the floor.
“Does this have something to do with your friends from the bathroom Kruger” Chucky hissed
“Ok first off not friends, second probably.”
“How do we stop it?” Tiff asked.
“I got a guy but you aren't going to like it.”
Music began to play and they all began to dance.
“Is this fucking Abba?” Leech turned her head to the group.
“Oh dear they turned this into a…a..…a musical….” Drac said in horror.
They were in formation now singing together unable to control their mouths “YOU CAN DAAANCE YOU CAN JIVE HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIIVVEES”
Penny and Leech broke forward from the group to point at each other “OOOH SEE THAT GRIL WATCH THAT SCENE DIG IN THE DANCING QUEEN”
“what the fuck” they hissed at each other while grooving back. Penny’s face had begun to split open from the struggle.
Tiff and Leech then spun around and began to sing and dance “FRIDAY NIGHT AND THE LIGHTS ARE LOW” they grabbed their mouths in shock.
“LOOKING OUT FOR A PLACE TO GOOO” the boys returned faces filled with pure embarrassment.
They continued the number. Everyone shooting looks of panic to each other trying hard to regain control of the situation while sporting killer dance moves and choreography. At one point Penny even caught Leech in the air dirty dancing style. Dracula looked like a dancing grandpa with a tambourine. Chucky and Tiff spun each other around during the chorus while Freddy and Leatherface (who was the only one somewhat enjoying this) danced together behind them. The group came back together ending with Pennywise doing and epic death drop before pulling himself back up. The song ended people laughed and cheered thinking it was planned. They regained control of themselves and the entire group bolted to leave.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT SOMEONE START TALKING RIGHT NOW” screamed Tiffany.
“It was that fucking guy!! Pen what did you say to him” Leech turned to the clown who was in a state of shock and confusion.
“What fucking guy?” asked Chucky
“This guy in the corner freaked me out Penny went to go take care of him and suddenly we were dancing and the guy was gone”
“R-read s-something.” Pennywise was obviously not able to handle what had just happened. The clown seemed to have a real problem being rational when his ego is wounded.
“Those Kandarian fuckers are stronger than I remember.” Freddy cracked his back.
“Ok lets just go home call that guy and wait this shit out” Chucky suggested
“They got in…. not supposed to get in…. be-become prey now…. lesser… l-loser.” Pennywise was on the ground knees against his chest.
“Jiinnngles, you ok?” Chucky waved a hand in front of the clowns face
“L-loser…..I’m a…a..l-loser”
“Oh boy he's gone” Leech groaned going over to check on her clown.
“Great he's like the only thing we could use to stand a chance against these assholes too. Theres probably something wrong with him to let a lesser demon get to him like this.” added Freddy.
“Then we need to snap him out of it” Tiffany shouted
“He hasn't been feeding as much could that be it?” Leech was trying to get a hold of the clowns face to hold him still.
“Possibly, someone get him to eat something. Leech he's your boyfriend go get him some food.” Freddy said getting his phone out to scroll through his contacts.
“Wait what?”
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IM SO SORRY! I had to do it I had to do the Beetlejuice esque dance number to an Abba song. BUT I finally got to introduce Jim who’s a neurotic, tired music store clerk that just wants cool vampire powers so girls will like him. And dont worry about Baba guys, he’s finds someone to love him eventually. Next chapter is Leech heavy so I apologize ahead of time. Its about to get fucked up friends! Also I’ll be posting some side drabbles sometime today as well now that Jim’s been introduced. So yay for more content!
#pennywise#pennywise the dancing clown#pennywise fanfiction#pennywise x oc#pennywise x reader#it fanfiction#monster roommate au
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Fanfic MST: Forbiden Fruit: The Tempation of Edward Cullen, a Twilight fanfic [part 6]
Meant to get this done a while ago, but I’ve got a new job and it’s been keeping me busy. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter; it’s probably the most action-packed one yet.
Content warnings for this chapter include more (attempted) rape, a consensual sex scene (not described), and some violence. And a hell of a lot of nonsense that may hurt your brain if you think about it too hard.
Recap: Tiaa competed in, and won, a school talent contest. Edward was very impressed with her, but Tiaa was still angry about him rejecting her advances back in chapter 4, so she yelled at him and then went and had a cry.
Chapter 1
Previous chapter
AN - dnt all just attack me for the things writen in this chapter about Tiaas parents, i havent explaned everything yet an it will make more sense later.
Which probably means it will make no sense now, but we’ll see.
Chapter 6 - the curse
-Oh ewdard with your skin so white
Your eyes like amber out of sight
Pale angel in my eyes
Hair like gold rosy sunrise-
That’s a hell of a poem, but maybe you should stick to prose.
I read the words of my poem out quietly. I had written a poem about Edward, i just couldnt help myself. I hated myself for doing it but i couldnt get him out of my mind and it was the only way i could deal with my feelings.
Soddenly my mind went black and i felt into a trance.
In my original version of the MST I made a comment here about Tiaa needing therapy and antipsychotics. I would have reproduced it as-is, but I don’t wanna seem like I’m making light of mental illness; that being said, as someone who goes to therapy and takes antipsychotics, this girl could use some professional medical attention. Like, pronto.
A tall pale man stood in front of me all ghosty and misty like he was only half there.
It was… VLODEMORT AND DA DETH DEALERS!!11!1
"my daugher? My daughter?" he moaned
"who are you?" i wispa quietly
"i am your FATHER!
That’s a real shocker after he just called her his daughter.
I AM CAIUS FROM THE VOLTURI!
Not positive why he’s screaming this part, but I’ll go with it.
Your in terror and peril my daugher!
God I fucking love this author’s use of the English language.
Beware the vampire boy called edward!"
"why?" I said
"you mussent let him sex you or the curse your mother tried to protect you from will fall on you...you'll become a VAMPIRE!
Uh… what? Lemme dissect this.
Tiaa’s dad is a vampire. Presumably her mom was not, though I get the feeling mom may not have been human either. Human/vampire hybrids are an established thing in the Twilight universe, and Tiaa clearly isn’t one (just for starters, she’s apparently been aging at a normal rate, as opposed to the highly accelerated pace at which human/vampire hybrids mature), so let’s assume her mom has some other supernatural shit going on. There’s a curse involved, so let’s say she’s a witch or similar.
Why the hell would there be a curse on Tiaa that makes her turn (presumably irreversibly) into a vampire if she has sex with a vampire? Who caused this? What’s going on? Is it specifically Edward who’s dangerous to her, or would any other vampire pose the same threat? What is defined as “sex” here? Vaginal intercourse?
What a weird plot twist. Moving the hell on.
And you will never be safe! Only as a human can you be safe from them..."
Wait, safe from who? Why would being human make her safer? Would she be targeted specifically for being nonhuman if she were to become a vampire? Why?
then he faded and I was awake and uncle larry was standing at my door.
"take ur clothes off now you moldy slut!" said uncle larry and he smiles horribly with his yellow teeth
Geez, Uncle Larry, at least do something about the mold first.
"no i wont" i screamed but uncle larry came over and hit me. I was strong for my size but he was a huge fat man like 300 pounds in weight and stronger than me.
Oh, okay, so we finally get a sense of how big and strong Uncle Larry is compared to Tiaa. Presumably Atlantiana “strong and graceful like the running anti-lopes” Rebekah Loren is faster than this guy, though. I feel like she might still be able to outmaneuver him.
He took my clothes off and chained me to the bed.
Where did the chains come from? Did Uncle Larry bring them with him or do Dave and Marie keep bondage equipment in the house?
I new he was going to rape me again.
That’s an impressive deduction.
But at that moment someone came running into the room and hit uncle larry across the head with a stick and knocks him out cold. Uncle larry laid there bleeding and i looked up at...EDWARD!
I was gonna make a totally different comment here but it actually just struck me (pun not intended) that this is the most in-character Edward has been yet. If you read Twilight, there’s actually a scene where he saves Bella from a group of guys attempting to corner and assault her. His mind-reading ability and stalker tendencies both come in handy here; it’s not a stretch to imagine he might be hanging about in the vicinity of Tiaa’s house, and he would be able to read Uncle Larry’s mind and know what Larry planned on doing to Tiaa. As ridiculous as him conveniently busting in at the nick of time might seem, it’s exactly the sort of thing he’d do.
"omg my sweet lady" he cried! "what has this frightful asshole been doing to thee?"
Never mind, apparently he didn’t actually read Uncle Larry’s mind, or he would have known what the frightful asshole (great phrase) had been doing to Tiaa. So we’re back to the scene making no sense.
"he's been raping me and hitting me" i weeped sadly as edward unchained me and i put my clothes on. Edward turned away whale I dressed so he wasnt perving on me, and he looked down at the poem I had wroten.
"for truth!these are the most beautiful words I have ever seen, it makes me feel so very moved" he cried "i wish i wasnt promised to someone else then i could write poems for thee"
Edward, man, you’re coming up on 100 years old. You’ve been going through the educational system over and over again for decades. Surely you’ve read some good poetry (by which I mean “surely you’ve read the one or two good poems to have been written in the history of poetry, one of which is definitely ‘The Emperor of Ice Cream’ by Wallace Stevens”) in your time on this earth.
"why are u promised to bella anyways" i ask
"Be cause i made a promise and i cant' break it, it would be rude and ungentalmanly.
Promised because he made a promise. Got it.
Bella never used to be like she is now,when i fist met her she was sweet and shy and was never nasty about everybody but she has changed and so have her freinds. I dont know watt made her change, maybe it is mine fault, she just seems angry all the time now."
That’s what happens when a Mary Sue shows up in your story! Canon characters start acting really weird to allow the Sue to fill a specific role that would otherwise not exist!
"Yah that makes sense I guess" i said.
We left the house and went to walk in the woods. We talked about loads of things and it turned out we had a lot in comnon. We liked all the same music and movies and books and stuff, it was like magic.
I actually think one of the perks of dating a vampire would be being able to pick his brain about pop culture through the ages. Like, it’d be really cool to talk about hip youth culture with someone who has been masquerading as a hip young person for over fifty years; that’s gotta be a unique perspective. But what the hell are the odds of a teenager in the 2000s matching interests perfectly with someone who’s lived through the entire 20th century?
"you know maybe bella is unhappy be cause you guys are not in love like u used to be, and u should brake up with her so she can move on and your can both be happy" i say
…see, now that’s actually completely solid relationship advice.
"she all ways used to say that shed kill herself if I left her. I could not be responsable for her death!
Uh, her depression (and/or manipulative tendencies?) isn’t his responsibility. On the other hand, though, this is in-character for Edward.
I just don't get what has happened to her she used to be nice and sweet like thou my lady.
I feel like Edward isn’t very good at judging when a girl is “nice and sweet.”
And now i am falling in love with thou and it is all such a darn mess!" He hit a tree in frustration and it broke.
This author’s frequent use of purple prose only makes it funnier when she describes something as minimally as this. “It broke.” Brilliant.
He was so strong, i guess cause he was a vampire.
Yeah, could be why.
"your falling in love with me?" i ask, my cheeks going all red and my heart starting to sore
Girl, you okay?
"omg, forget I said that!" he looked relay embarassed and it was so cute. He had a big erection too.
Did this boy just get a hard-on from punching a tree?
I retched out and grabbed his hard throbbing male object.
I am literally imploring you to use the word “penis” instead.
We couldn't controll ourselves any more and we both fell down on the floor and got naked and made love. It was amazing and lasted hours and I had never been so happy in my life i felt like i coud die with happines.
These two have some impressive stamina considering it’s the first time for both of them. I mean, I guess Edward is a vampire, and Tiaa is... Tiaa, but still.
But after a while edward started to freak out and cry.
Yeah, he’s like that.
"I HAVE BEEN SUCH A FOOL!" he screamed "i should not have let that hapen!
I’ll cut the guy some slack for being eternally seventeen years old, which probably doesn’t come with the best impulse control, but… they had sex for hours, and he only just now started to realize his mistake?
I hope thee can forgive me, i must return to Bella!" and he ran away.
I could not believe it. It was like my world was caving in all about me. i was so socked and angry i could not even cry or scream.
It’s not really shocking, honestly. The entire story has been about Edward’s inability to make up his goddamn mind over whether or not to leave Bella. I’d be angry too, because the constant waffling back and forth is pretty annoying, but… oh, hang on, that actually says she was socked, not shocked. Never mind.
But as i lay there i started to fell diferent, like RELAY diferent. I suddenly remembed watt my father had said to me about not making sex with edward or he woud turn me into a vampire!
Yeah, it’s pretty easy to forget randomly blacking out and having a vision of your vampire dad. That’s the sort of thing that happens so often it’s hard to keep track.
My skin was getting all hard and pale and my eyes could suddenly see a lot clearer than before! I could hear lots of little noises even form relay far away. I even wanted to drink blood!
She’s turning into Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way.
and i could smell a human comin closer, he was almost here
"There you are you horrid SLUG" it was uncle larry "where have u been? I'm goin to rape u now!”
Well, that’s some real authentic-sounding rapist dialogue.
Also, if you remember my comment from earlier about placing bets on which chapter Uncle Larry dies horribly in, and you bet on chapter 6, congrats! You don’t win anything. I’m out of confetti.
Something in me snaped. I jumped at him and broke his neck and drank his blood!
I don’t normally condone vampirism, but in this case — you go, girl! Give ‘em what for!
i had always ben strong for my size but now i was SUPER strong!He looked so surprised and it was so GOOD! Soon i dropped him on the floor and he was...dead!
I woulda thought he’d have died once his neck was broken, but if she has enough technique to keep him alive to suffer even with a broken neck, more power to her.
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A Jukebox and a Lose-chester
The Cannon Ball Series
Series Warnings: Alcohol use, implied smut, mentions of abuse, PTSD, scars, canon level violence, some torture, probably equal parts angst, fluffiness, and plot.
Series Pairing/Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Castiel, Crowley, Rowena, various characters
A/N: This series is the brainchild of my love for Rob Benedict’s version of Dink’s Song and began as my second ever attempt at writing fanfiction. After realizing that I should probably edit it (due to the excruciatingly painful amount of errors I found), this is the third-time re-write of the story. Questions, comments, and suggestions are always welcome! Enjoy :)
Part One: A Jukebox and a Lose-chester
Summary: Sam and Dean are hunting a vampire when they encounter another hunter, who was already working the case. She doesn’t give them a very warm welcome, but they stick around anyway.
Word count: 5800
You flagged the bartender for another round of shots. Delivering them, he nodded in your direction, his thick moustache pinching slightly, hiding a sympathetic smile. You were grateful that he seemed to understand your need to space out. You were about halfway through your bad-night-usual at five shots of whiskey, preparing to down the sixth, staring out the door and across the street to your temporary home—a by-the-hour no-tell motel—that you would be stumbling towards in about half an hour.
It wasn’t always this way.
The jukebox switched to Dream On by Aerosmith and a couple men at the bar tried to karaoke along, earning jeers and insults from the scattered tables. Your lip curled on one side, a half smirk at the situation. Sometimes you too felt the need to sing horribly along with a good song, but mostly you remained the mystery hidden in the shadow of the far end of the bar. You never did have much patience for people.
The sixth shot burned on its way down, leaving you slightly wincing at the familiar pain. It had become a comfort, really. Not necessarily for the inebriation, but the pain. In another life, the pain was different, by the blade in your hand. Now, there were monsters to do that for you. You hunted cases up to four hundred miles out from this ho-dunk town, but never much further. You liked it here—everyone were mostly passersby, no names, and too many faces that blurred after a while. It was easy to get lost within the tides of them.
Woah, but those faces stand out. A couple of tall, worn-out male-modeling sons of bitches sat next to you, the bartender looking between the three of you, as you were being squished between the shorter one and the wall. No one ever sat so close to you—his eyebrows and moustache raised in question of what you’d do next. The last guy that tried to hit on you found himself hogtied and tossed in the alley with a black eye. You’d hoped he learned not grab a woman’s rear when she expressed her disinterest in his advances.
But, you were already feeling the effects of the first six when you slid the seventh closer, vision blurring around the edges. You couldn’t really feel the man next to you, and besides, they seemed a little more interested in one another and the angelically handsome bartender than you. You downed the seventh and the room started to spin, causing you to slam the empty glass down a little harder than you meant to as you attempted to regain composure.
“That’ll do tonight, Rich, thank you,” You slurred as the bartender slid the eighth and final over, along with a glass of water.
“Yes ma’am.” Rich wiped his hands on a bar towel and turned back to the men next to you.
He filled their drink orders, answered a few questions about the three dead hookers, two more missing, and a missing trucker. You thought they might be a couple of state cops rolling through, just trying to see if they could solve the mystery themselves. A few had already tried. You knew they wouldn’t figure it out as the culprit was a vampire trying to make himself a nest. You’d already tracked them down, killing the two missing girls-turned-vamp, leaving the trucker in the wind. He would show himself soon, and you’d be ready. The bartender departed and the two turned to each other and spoke in hushed voices.
“Dean, we’re not getting anywhere here. No one’s seen anything.”
“Well maybe we’re not asking the right questions, Sam.”
“Or maybe we aren’t asking the right people.”
“Well these people are tough, everyone in this damn town is just passing through. It’s always the same story. No one’s seen anything.” Dean rolled his eyes and huffed, tapping his thumbs together over the counter. Turning to you and speaking at a normal volume, he asked “What about you, sweetheart. You hear or see anything weird lately? Do you know about those missing people?”
You knew a hunter when you saw one. Even through blurred vision you saw the glint of silver and pearl of a handgun that was definitely not state-issue stuffed in his jeans, the hilt of a large knife on the inside pocket of his overcoat, and the staple old ratty flannel most hunters wore.
“Yeah… I‘ve heard enough, sweetheart,” You teased. “And I’ve got it handled. You’re hunters. This is my town. You can just continue on through like everyone else. I’ve already taken care of it.” You hoped they understood you through the slurs.
Sam looked stunned and unable to find the words, leaning back on the barstool. Dean found them. “Well. Maybe we can work together then. Did you know earlier tonight another lady-of-the-night went missing?”
Shit. You didn’t expect the vamp to be starting again so soon. You downed the last shot. This was on you. Best thing to do now was sleep it off and start again in the morning, knowing the damage was already done. “Yep,” You lied. “He got away once, but he won’t again. Enjoy the drinks gentlemen, but you’re not needed here.” You tossed the tab cover on the counter. “Thanks, Rich,” You called after the bartender, and he waved in turn. You tried to slip back off of the tall chair but stumbled more than you anticipated. A strong hand caught your arm and kept you from falling to the floor.
“Why don’t I take you home? You shouldn’t be driving.” You shoved Dean’s hand off your arm forcefully.
“I’m good. And I’m walking.” You straightened your shirt and slowly made your way to the cheap, dirty room across the street.
Morning came with a hangover and regrets. Pushing them aside, you poured yourself a cup of coffee. The shower helped a lot, and the coffee would help more, but a big breakfast from the local diner would pretty much fix it. You took the coffee and stood just outside the open door to your room, watching the sunrise and inhaling the crisp morning air. You breathed in and out slowly, mentally going through your checklists and the case. The room next to yours opened, and out sauntered two tall men in suits. Your eyes savored the visions, from their nicely polished shoes slowly upward. What were a couple of fine men dressed like that doing in a place like this? When your gaze reached their faces, that question was answered. Oh.
“Like the view?” Dean asked, sporting a smirk.
“Ugh! I thought I told you two to buggar off!” You twirled away, coffee sloshing everywhere, so he couldn’t see your flushing face. You finished the remainder of the drink, threw the empty cup inside, grabbed your keys, and slammed the door for good measure. The boys were climbing into a beautiful black Impala dwarfed in comparison next to your truck.
“I don’t think she plays very well with others, Sammy,” Dean called over the roof of the car, making sure you could hear it.
You jumped into your oversized 2500 and rolled the windows down. Man, these guys were on your nerves. The engine roared to life, and you found comfort in the familiar sounds of the old diesel engine. As you adjusted the radio, the Impala growled to life as well, purred for a moment, and then revved higher and louder, repetitively. You rolled your eyes and refused to give Dean the attention he wanted, instead putting the truck into reverse and heading toward the diner. It wasn’t far, and you let your mind idle. It was too early for this crap and your head was pounding.
Just as you were relaxing again, that same Impala sped past and cut you off. “Are you freakin kidding me?” You yelled. “Whatever. Let’s just get some breakfast,” You spoke into the empty cab.
You pulled in, right behind the Impala. Dean took your usual spot, which made you even madder. Now, you had to go park around back since the truck didn’t fit anywhere else in the small parking lot.
Once inside, you walked towards your usual seat—the booth in the corner. “Get out.” Sam and Dean were in your booth. Of the entire empty diner, they had to take yours. “You practically sat on me at the bar, you picked the room right next to mine, cut me off, took my parking spot, and now my booth. I’m done. Get the hell out of my town. I said, I don’t need your help.” If looks could kill, those boys would be pillars of salt.
“Nah, I think I like it right here, sweetheart.” Dean shot a wink at you.
That’s all it took to finally set you over the edge. You’d been itching for a decent fight lately. You reared back to give him a good sock to the nose, but a hand on your elbow stopped you. “Why don’t you sit with us?” Sam pulled you into the booth next to him. “Okay, you don’t need our help, but we need yours. Let’s work together on this…” He eyed Dean pointedly. “Or at the least, try. We never got properly introduced. I’m Sam Winchester and this is Dean.”
You crossed your arms and shifted your focus to Sam. “Y/N Y/L/N. So how long have you two been together? I haven’t known a couple hunters that ever settled down yet.”
Dean’s face morphed into one you couldn’t read, then laughed.
Sam was laughing too, “We’re brothers.”
You were unfazed. “Well, could’ve fooled me.” Dean looked offended.
The waitress came over, and breakfast remained rather uneventful, with only Sam attempting to initiate conversation. There were a few kicks to the shins between you and Dean that went largely unnoticed, until Sam was on the receiving end. “OKAY. That’s enough children. Dean, behave yourself. Y/N’s right, this was her case first and we haven’t exactly kept a respectful distance.” Sam apologized.
“No, I’m sorry. Dean’s right, I don’t play well with others, especially not with other hunters.”
Sam then kicked his brother under the table, giving him the mom look.
Dean uncrossed his arms. “Fine. Sorry for being a dick. Can you fill us in on the case?”
“Sure. Okay, so I tracked the original vamps to this warehouse on the edge of town, a few blocks over. The trucker keeps trying to turn these women, and the girls said that he wanted them to turn all their clients before I relieved them of their heads. He’s trying to build a nest. They will need to feed again soon, assuming he turned that missing girl last night. He seems to be a creature of habit, so I was going back to the warehouse and starting from there.”
“Sounds good.” Sam smiled. “We were going to interview people, but if you’ve already done this much, I guess we don’t need to.”
Dean just nodded along, still mostly lost in his breakfast.
After changing into plain clothes, they followed you to the warehouse. You reached for the machete under the backseat.
“Is that a big enough truck? You look like a little kid next to that thing. How tall are you anyway?” Dean teased.
“It’s the perfect size actually, and I’m 5’ 1’’ thank you very much. I live out of this thing—I’ve even got a blow up mattress that fits in the back.” You pulled the machete out and tested the sharpness the blade against the fine hairs on your arm. Dean’s eyes went wide and nodded, his gaze drifting towards the camper top attached to the bed of the truck. He bit his lip. You quietly closed the truck door and motioned for them to follow you.
Just as you thought, the trucker and latest missing girl were passed out in a corner, a new victim tied up off to the side. The victim stirred and started to shriek through her gag, clear high heel shoes tapping the ground, causing the vampires to wake.
“Shit!” Dean yelled as the trucker charged him.
“Bring it, bitch,” You launched at the newly turned lady-of-the-night.
She was easy to kill, one swing and done. You turned just in time to see Dean finish off the trucker, and Sam fighting two other vamps that had come out of nowhere. These were stronger, older, and you jumped in just before one bit into Sam’s neck. While you distracted it, Sam felled it and its companion with ease.
Before long, the warehouse was silent again, plastered with rank blood. The victim was still whimpering softly, eyes closed. Sam undid her binds, and she ran off faster than you could catch her, screaming again. Oh well. She obviously wasn’t too hurt.
“Thanks for the help, now you can get on your way,” You shook Sam’s hand, and moved to do the same for Dean, but he took a step back.
“Nah, I think we’re gonna hang around a few days, just to make sure.” He smirked and walked away. You sighed and Sam shrugged, following after him. “So what do you call that beast of yours, anyway?”
“Excuse me?”
“That truck. I call the Impala ‘Baby’.” Dean smiled proudly.
“I bet you do, Dean.” This roused a loud chuckle from Sam, who looked away from his brother’s glare. “I call it Tank, for lack of creativity. It’s been more like a mobile home than a car. My ‘baby’ is my 1968 Stingray. Bought one that was trashed when I was a teenager, spent the next few years fixing her up and driving her all over. Her name was ‘Jessie’.” You smiled fondly at the memories.
You tried to ignore Dean’s stare accompanied by the nod of approval you didn’t ask for.
A few moments later, you were all pulled up at the first stop light, side by side. Dean revved the Impala and locked eyes with you, brows dancing in suggestion. Fine, if he wanted a race, you were game. “Alright, first one to the motel wins!” You shouted over the sounds of engine. You turned up the music—Rock of Ages just came on the radio.
“Alriiiiight!” You heard Dean yell next to you, as Sam grabbed the side of the car and closed his eyes tightly, dimples evident as he swallowed hard.
You looked up just in time to see the light turn green. The Impala left a cloud of smoke in a scream, the truck shortly following suit, almost losing traction in the sudden surge of torque.
You laughed wildly, having not let yourself go like this in ages. Dean had underestimated your ability, and you were about to prove him wrong. You were right on his tail, slowing on the curves, but nearly passing him on the straights. It’s a good thing this town was dead in the mornings. Well, except for the cop who you knew would be just around the corner. Taking your last opportunity, you flew past the Impala, gaining the entire view of the car in your review. You pulled right and slammed the brakes, right before coming stop sign. Before Dean realized what was going on, the cop pulled out from the alley, flashing lights and all. You only laughed harder, knowing that their fake badges would likely get them out of any trouble, but the delay was all you needed. As you passed them doing the speed limit, you looked in the side view mirror, catching Dean shooting you the bird.
A few minutes later, you flopped down onto your tailgate and watched the Impala roll slowly in. Sam was laughing now. The giant puppy of a man jumped out before the car even came to a complete stop next to you, giving you a high-five.
“Dean, one of us needs to marry this woman!”
You stood your ground, arms crossed, wearing a shit eating grin. Dean climbed out of Baby, his mouth set in a hard line, jaw twitching. He shoved clenched fists in his pockets. “That wasn’t fair—I want a rematch. This didn’t count. You cheated.” He lifted one fist and pointed at you and the truck angrily.
You walked right up to him, your chests nearly touching, faces closer than they had ever been. “There was only one rule, Winchester,” your voice low and husky. “The first one to the motel… wins,” You let your tongue hold onto the last word.
Dean’s green eyes softened ever so slightly at the corners, and his pupils grew wider. If you weren’t close enough to see the little gold flecks in them, you probably wouldn’t have noticed. He rolled his eyes and went back into his room, slamming the door. There sure was a lot of that today. You couldn’t move though, still caught up in the heat from being so close to the man.
Sam cleared his throat, “Well, we’re probably going to do some research and nap. What do you say we meet for burgers at the bar later?”
“Yeah, sure.” The spell was broken, and you smiled at him and retired to your own room, now all too aware of the green-eyed man next door and the warmth that radiated from him.
After a nap and deep, long shower, evening fell and you walked back over to the bar, looking forward to a beer and a burger. You waved to Clarisse, as it was Rich’s night off. Her smile was always so large and inviting. Strolling over to your usual spot to find, not to your surprise, one Dean Winchester in your seat with another chair between him and Sam. You pushed between them, rising closer to their level in the seat, suddenly aware that your thin cardigan and tank top left you feeling a little barer than you were comfortable with.
“Well hello there, sleeping beauty,” Dean turned to you. “Heard you snoring all the way from my room.”
You rolled your eyes, thanking Clarisse for setting the first two of your bad-night-usual down. You took one in hand, Dean took the other and clinked it against yours.
“Clarisse, my tab is on his tonight.” She shook her head and leaned forward.
“So Clarisse, what’s a pretty girl like you doin in a dive like this? You should be a model.” Dean ignored you and began to flirt with the bartender, who out of years of practice, could dish his antics right back to him in the sexiest way.
Not one to buy into his obvious jealousy scheme, you turned to Sam. “How’s that arm? I saw the vamp twist it rather hard.”
“It’s a little sore, but I’ve had much, much worse,” He responded. “I’m kinda tired though, think I’m gonna hit the sack. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Most likely, goodnight, Sam,” You smiled. He gave you a one armed hug, grabbed a to-go bag with his burger from another server, and left.
Well, alone you could do, even if the man next to you was determined to pester the hell out of you. The burgers arrived shortly after, and man did it hit the spot! Nothing like a successful hunting trip and winning race to work up an appetite. You snuck a glance at Dean a few times, and each time his face was buried in his food. Hopefully you didn’t look nearly as goofy as you devoured your own. After a few more drinks in, the bar started to get busy and Clarisse went to tend to other customers. Dean fiddled with the glass in his hand, and you pretended not to notice.
The juke box switched from some new pop hit to “Ramble On” by Led Zepplin, and you both simultaneously exclaimed “Alriiight!”
Dean turned and looked at you in idle amusement. You hadn’t noticed before then the length of his lashes, the arches of his face, or the one little patch along his hairline grew in slightly the opposite direction of the rest. How many freckles did he have? Another whiskey or two in, and you’d probably be trying to count them.
“So what got you started hunting?” He interrupted your thoughts.
“I don’t know. I just started one day.”
“Seriously?”
“Well, yeah. My first kill was in college. A werewolf was picking people off. I was in the library late one night studying, and the damn thing nearly killed me. There was a decorative sword on the wall, and I hacked at the thing until it stopped attacking me, which was only after it lost its head of course. After that, I left campus. Been running and killing monsters since.”
“You’re telling me you had a normal life, and you gave it up for this?”
“Well, not really normal. I never quite fit in. What made you?”
“Long story short, my dad raised us as hunters after a demon killed my mom.”
“Ah,” You remembered. “You’re those Winchesters. Knew that name sounded familiar. Yeah, y’all are spoken about like legends among the hunters who pass through here.”
Dean broke the brief silence. “What was it like?”
“What was what like?”
“A normal life—you’re life. What was so wrong that you left it?”
“Well, that my friend, is a long story.”
“We have all night.”
“Suit yourself.” I don’t know why I felt the need to tell this man about my past. No one ever asked, and I never told. “I was raised as a military kid. We bounced around sometimes several times a year. Dad wasn’t around very much, when he was, it was all orders and training—how to fight, to shoot, everything. My little sister came along, and I stepped in and helped raise her. Most of the time, it was only the two of us. I was seven years older. I changed her diapers, made sure she was fed. High school was the hardest. Dad was deployed the longest at that time; what should’ve only been a year turned into three and a half. My mom never could function well when he was gone. She’d go to work, come home, put a can of beans on the stove, and call it a night. Money was scarce. I took care of her and my sister in that time. I got a job when we couldn’t afford it anymore. I always made sure that my mom and sister ate enough, but that didn’t leave me with much for a few years. All the time, the three of them took out their frustrations on me. Especially when Dad would come home,” You winced and let that settle for a moment. Something in Dean’s eyes told you he understood all too well. “Dad retired when I left for college, and they’ve better off. I love them to death, they’re my family, but I never quite fit in. They have a life now. When I was there, it wasn’t much of one. I check in fairly often, they don’t live too far from here. They’re safe and happy. My sister already has her life planned out and is the star dancer and team captain at her high school, and she’s only a freshman.” You beamed as you spoke about her. How strong she was, her personality and her achievements. How kind and beautiful she’s become. “I am so, so proud of her. She’s incredible.”
Dean had leaned in closer at some point, eyes sparkling in the dim light.
“What?” You asked, embarrassed.
“I’m proud of Sammy, too. Things haven’t turned out anything life we’ve ever planned, but he’s a strong kid.”
You raised your glass to Dean. “To proud older siblings.”
“To proud older siblings,” Dean agreed, your glasses clinking in solidarity. Clarisse refilled them. “Thanks, sweetheart.” She bounced away. “Something tells me that’s not the full story.”
Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” started playing, and you laughed softly. “Well, I think you owe me this dance first.”
“I don’t dance.”
“I don’t either,” You let your knee lightly bump his when you slid from the chair, a sparkle in your eyes and red-cheeked from drinking. Dean’s smile could’ve stretched across an ocean as he followed you, catching your hand and easily spinning you around. He held you close to his chest with one arm around your waist, your hand still in his, and began to dance and hum to the song. He leaned his head down on yours.
Maybe it was the whiskey, or the remaining thrill from this morning’s kill, but you titled your face towards his, and he met you with a kiss. All the annoyances and petty competitions of the last twenty four hours faded from your mind, replaced instead with Dean. Dean Winchester was different than any other man or hunter. He tasted like whiskey and cinnamon. The kiss deepened, need growing in both of you, and warmth flooded your core. This wasn’t you—you didn’t dance in the middle of bars, and certainly not with another hunter. This was strangely okay though, you hadn’t felt this… safe, in so many years. Maybe ever. If you weren’t so caught up in this man, you might have been scared, but here in those arms, nothing would ever scare you again.
“Let’s get out of here,” he whispered in your ear as the song ended, a few people clapping. As you looked away and regained your composure, you noticed that several couples had joined you in the middle of the room. A biker, and a few truckers and their respective dates.
“Okay,” I whispered breathlessly. He paid the tab quickly.
Dean led you out, never letting go of your hand. Rain was coming down hard, and you both paused under the awning, “Your Love” by The Outfield’s opening riffs floating from behind you. You were both smiling like kids. You pulled him with you into a puddle with a splash, and he growled in such a way that only energized you. Racing each other across the dark, empty street to the motel, you’d never felt more alive.
In front of your room, you scrambled to retrieve the key from your back pocket. Dean took your face in his hands, the first time your hands had broken since first contact, and you felt an emptiness at the loss. His lips crashed into yours, an insatiable hunger to be closer threatening to overwhelm you, to get lost in this man who smelled like pine needles, fresh laundry, old leather, metal and gasoline. You were losing yourself in his warmth, backed against the wall when Sam interrupted.
“Oh, sorry!” Sam quickly retreated into his room with a huge beaming smile, but before shutting the door called, “Be safe, kids!”
Dean’s face burned red and he dropped his arms.
You unlocked your door and went in.
“May I?” Dean asked in the doorway.
“You may,” You grinned. You closed the door behind him, and he kicked off his boots and shed his jacket, flopping into your bed. “Look, Dean, you should know the rest. Before this—“ You motioned between the both of you, “—goes any further there are things you need to know.”
“The more?”
“Yeah…” You trailed off.
He looked questioningly at you before nodding, and you climbed in next to him, not even bothering to remove wet layers, your need for that feeling of safety his arms provided too great for your swimming mind. He pulled you in close, just as you’d hoped, and he giggled slightly in his mild intoxication. “I’ve spent my life protecting my family. When I was a kid, many people threatened them. Some were simple—just robbers who came and saw that we had nothing to give—those were easy. They’d apologize and leave. Others have been harder… like my own blood, my own family. Growing up, I had an older cousin who would sneak in all the time and hurt me. After my sister was born, I took twice the abuse from him in order to keep her safe. As we got older, he became more violent and creative.”
You paused, afraid to look up and see his reaction. His spare hand lifted to your face, thumb grazing over your lips, tickling them.
“I bear scars from all of this. A few scars are from my own doing. A few are from stabbings and fights in school, and a few are from fighting monsters. I used to hate these scars. Now, I don’t care as much, but I’ve found that others do. So, there it is. All my crap, or rather, the important crap.”
The silence was deafening.
You flinched. You knew this would happen. You didn’t get heroes or decent men. You worked and lived alone. You would die alone. This was the way things were. The PTSD and anger usually pushed people away faster than this so you’d never felt the need to bare yourself like this—no one was ever around long enough. You thought that at least the man who had been to hell, purgatory, and back again would’ve understood. Guess not. You got up to open the door for him.
Dean reached out and placed his hand on your waist, stopping you before you could get to the door. He stood up and wrapped you in that strong embrace. The both of you remained that way for some time, until your shoulders relaxed and you’d memorized his heartbeat.
When he finally pulled away, there were tear tracks on his face. He wiped them away and removed his shirt. You were too captivated and, honestly, slightly confused, to look away. He placed your hands on his chest. Your eyes held contact as your hands wandered, occasionally grazing over scars of his own. He leaned down and whispered, “I’ve been drawn to you since I saw you throwing back that first shot of whiskey. There’s a reason I sat next to you at the bar last night.”
Your breath hitched as he kissed along your jaw and met your lips. You beamed. “I just thought you were gay. That brother of yours might be even prettier than you.”
“Hey! Come on, really?” He stood back, looking down at you and holding his arms out. “I’m much prettier.” You were both giggling soon, and you reached forward and pulled him with you into the bed.
Wow. Dean Winchester was something. You awoke gazing into his sleeping face, his arm slumped over your bare waist. For a long moment, you tried to sum those freckles, but you lost count. You slipped slowly from his embrace and off the bed. He stirred slightly and gripped is pillow tighter. You grabbed his shirt and a pair of your favorite jeans and sealed yourself in the bathroom.
Proof of the events from the night before were ever present in your reflection—a light mark on your collarbone, a few down your chest and sides, hair untamed and cowlick reminiscent of Alfalfa’s. Your cheeks were still tainted pink and glowing. You showered quickly and got dressed. His sleeves were a few inches too long for your arms, the length coming down your thighs. You loved the way it smelled.
You knew better than this, but something warm was welling up within you. You could not allow yourself to fall in love with a Winchester.
You walked out of the bathroom and Dean met you with a cup of coffee. Had he tidied up the room? “I found my shirt,” he said, lightly pulling on the collar and stroking your cheek. “I think it looks better on you, keep it.”
You smiled, heat running to your face.
You took the coffee outside to watch the sun rise again, and Dean went to retrieve another shirt from his room. He reemerged, buttoning the last three buttons on his new one. “Sam said to meet him at the diner for breakfast, he already carnapped Baby so I guess you’re driving.” He eyed the truck, looking uncomfortable.
“I won’t hurt you, promise. My driving is better than yours, LOSEchester,” You teased.
Dean slid his arms around you from behind and buried his face in your neck. “No way. I’m getting that rematch. Let’s get some breakfast, I’m starving.”
At the diner, Sam was already in the booth and halfway through a pot of coffee when you arrived. “I saved your spot this time,” He smiled.
“Thanks, Sammy,” You plopped down into the opposite seat, Dean sliding in next to you.
“How was the ride over?” Sam set down the morning paper and winked at his brother, who was still visibly rigid and wide eyed.
“Well, he kept hollering about me driving too fast and almost hitting things, but he obviously isn’t used to riding up so high in a vehicle that big. So eventually I gave him things to worry about.” You winked and elbowed Dean, who just smirked and shook his head.
“You guys had a good night I see.”
Dean winked at Sam. “Yeah, there was drinking, and talking, and talking…”
“Uhh, yeah, I heard a lot of talking last night. Thin walls, man.”
“Oh, poor Sammy,” You jeered.
Dean’s hand rested on your knee for most of breakfast, gentle, reassuring. Why was he being so nice? You didn’t know, but secretly hoped that this wasn’t just another hunter-hookup. It hadn’t truly felt like that, but you’d been burned before.
“Anything in the news?” Dean hadn’t spoken much throughout breakfast, too busy stuffing his face with platters and pie.
“We might have a case two towns over. Get this—more vampires. People with their throats ripped out, blood drained, the usual.” Sam slid over the article.
“Yeah, sounds like it,” Dean replied. “What the hell is with all the vampires out here, man?”
“Will you be joining us, Y/N?” Sam asked.
“Might as well, it’s something I’d normally go take care of. Looks like another nest, I’d love to have help.”
“Oh NOW she wants help. Dean you should’ve just kissed her the first night,” Sam snickered.
“Okay, I’ll call Cas. He should be here in a day or two. He’ll want to help,” Dean said through a mouthful of pie. Sam and you laughed as he struggled to swallow it down.
“Cas as in… Castiel? Your pet angel? Can’t they fly?” You wondered aloud.
“Yeah, but not since the fall. Castiel’s been pretty beat up since then. There’s a lot of angel stuff he can’t do anymore,” Sam explained, guilt lining both brothers’ faces.
“But he’s a part of this team—and our greatest ally,” Dean spoke fondly.
“Then I’m excited to meet him,” You squeezed the hand that was still on your knee. “We should probably head over there today and start scoping the place out.”
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The Little Prince of Halloween
AO3 link: The Little Prince of Halloween: Chapter 1
Jack whimpered as he walked through the haunted house. He didn’t know why he’d let his friends convince him to come in here by himself. Everyone knew the house was haunted and that anyone that entered never emerged. That’s what Christian’s big brother and his friends had said, anyways. Dad and Otosan wouldn’t have let them anywhere near the house; not because it was haunted, of course, because adults didn’t believe in that stuff; but Christian had wanted to see it. And then his big brother had told them the story and Jason had dared him to go inside and then everyone else had dared him too. He was really scared and he wanted to leave, but he had to stay inside for ten minutes to prove he wasn’t a big scaredy-cat.
He heard something shatter against the ground near his feet and screamed, leaping away from it. He stared at the old glass on the floor and felt heat rush up his face in embarrassment. He’d knocked the stupid thing over with his elbow and screamed like a baby. Tears burned down his face and he dropped onto his bottom to cry.
He was so stupid! He was stupid and a big scaredy-cat. His Dad wouldn’t be scared of this stuff! Why couldn’t he be brave and show his friends that there was nothing in this stupid old house? Why did he have to be so scared?
“Hey, you okay?” a gruff voice asked.
Jack gasped and looked up, staring at the wolfman dressed like a cowboy kneeling down in front of him. He felt his bladder tremble and he bit his lip as more tears started falling. He didn’t want to be eaten either!
“W-werewolf!” he cried as he tried to scramble away from the monster.
“Where?” the wolfman demanded as he looked around. The fuzzy ears on the top of his head stood up straight as his eyes widened and his mouth made an “o”. He turned to give Jack a silly, lopsided grin that made Jack giggle softly. “Oh, yer talkin’ about me! Well, I’ll have you know I ain’t a werewolf. I’m a werecoyote. And I don’t eat kids, if that’s what yer worried about.”
“What do you eat, Mr. Werecoyote?” Jack asked softly. “Grown-ups?”
“Nah; humans taste really gross,” the werecoyote stuck out his tongue between his fangs. “I usually eat steak and burgers. The odd chicken now and again when I can catch the slippery devils. Who’d think those feather-butts were so quick?”
Jack giggled and wiped at his eyes. “Do you live here, Mr. Werecoyote?”
“Call me Jesse,” the werecoyote smiled. “And no, I don’t. I just come here to see if there’s anyone that wants to go to a really cool party.”
“A party?” Jack frowned.
Jesse nodded his head and his floppy ears bounced over the rim of his cowboy hat. “Yah! It’s awesome! There’s cake and candies and Ana always makes this amazing punch. Really wets yer whistle.”
Jack’s frown deepened. “My Daddy said not to trust strangers that offer candy to get me to go somewhere,” he said.
Jesse blinked at him and then grinned. “Yer Daddy’s really smart then. But I give you my word as a werecoyote that I ain’t gunna kidnap yah. I just kinda told the King that I was bringing a friend and they cancelled on me at the last minute. Don’t want to show up all alone.”
“The King?” Jack blinked.
“The King of Halloween,” Jesse nodded. “He’s the coolest. Ain’t no one more powerful than him and tonight is his night.”
“It’s his birthday?” Jack asked.
“Nah, it’s just the day when his powers are their strongest,” Jesse shook his head. “Think he’s born in May or somethin’. Or maybe that was his dad. I can’t remember; I was never good with rememberin’ birthdays.”
“My Daddy will be worried if I’m home too late,” Jack added.
“No problem,” Jesse grinned as he pulled an old-fashioned pocket watch out of his pocket. “It’s only a quarter after nine,” he said as he pressed one of the knobs. “There, time’s stopped for now. We can go to the party and return without anyone missing you.”
“You sure?” Jack asked.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Jesse said as he made an x over his chest.
Jack swallowed. “Okay. My name’s Jack.”
“Jack? I like it!” Jesse barked, wagging his tail happily. “Come on! Portal’s right over here!”
Jack giggled as he followed Jesse out of the hallway. They walked across the main floor and Jesse opened a closet door. He bowed at the waist and motioned towards the swirling green portal on the other side of the door. Jack swallowed nervously before he stepped forward into it.
“Oh!” a voice said as he felt hot and cold rush over him. “Hello, dear. Are you Jesse’s friend?”
Jack opened his eyes and stared at the women in front of him. They were half-bird and brilliantly coloured, their hair done like the ones he’d seen in the Egyptian wing of the museum, and their make-up very similar. They were beautiful, their feathers gleaming in the candlelight around them and they were all dressed in similarly brilliant costumes that accentuated their hips.
“Yes,” he nodded shyly. “I’m Jack.”
They started twittering and smiling at him immediately. A few moved forward to pet his hair, cooing that he was adorable. Jack blushed and squirmed wishing Jesse was there so that he could hide behind his leg.
“Enough of that, ladies!” a voice shouted before a much older birdwoman stepped forward. “Give the poor boy some room. Don’t go mother henning him when he just stepped through the portal. The poor dear probably doesn’t know what to make of all you harpies.”
The other women backed off immediately as the gray haired woman knelt down to be on eye level with Jack. She wasn’t as brilliantly coloured as the other women, but Jack immediately liked her best. There was something motherly about her that he knew he could trust. Her gray hair and blue feathers made him want to snuggle in close and listen to old stories.
“Did Jesse bring you here?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” Jack nodded.
“Sorry I’m late!” Jesse barked as he stepped through the portal. “I wanted to make sure the coast was clear. Never know what supernatural person might be lurking in the shadows.” Jesse sat down beside Jack and grinned. “You met Ana and her flock, huh?”
“Ana?” Jack asked, looking at the older woman.
“That is correct,” she smiled. “I am Ana Amari. These twittering darlings are my sisters, nieces, cousins, and daughters.”
“That’s a lot of family,” Jack murmured.
“We harpies like to have large families. It keeps us safe,” Ana said. “Your make-up is ruined. Do you want me to fix it?”
“Please,” Jack giggled.
“Can I carry you?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” Jack laughed. “If you can. I’m eight years old!”
“Oh, I can carry much older boys than that,” she reassured him before hoisting him up under the armpits. “Oh, my, but you are a healthy little boy, aren’t you, Jack? Your parents must take very good care of you.”
Jack nodded as he was carried off to a side room on Ana’s hip. Ana started pulling out makeup and touching up Jack’s face. Her feathers tickled his nose and he giggled and huffed at them. She smiled at him, her dark brown eyes twinkling.
“So,” she asked as she smeared makeup under his eye. “Why were you all alone? Jesse doesn’t like to approach children in crowds. Always afraid of getting attacked, that one. Doesn’t matter that he’s older now; you never forget your first beating at the hands of other children.”
“Daddy let me go trick-or-treating with my friends,” he said. “Otosan didn’t want me to go, but Mommy reminded him that it’s a safe town and that Christian’s older brother would be looking after us. He’s fourteen. And then Mama said that he couldn’t keep me against his hip like he does with Hanzo and Genji because I’m not little anymore.”
“Big family,” Ana smiled.
Jack nodded. “Daddy and Mommy were married, but then they stopped loving each other as anything but really good friends. Otosan and Mama were married too, but they were never more than friends. Then Daddy met Otosan and Mommy met Mama and they fell in love and we all live together now.”
“That’s…quite the family,” Ana chuckled. “I’m glad they still get along. Break-ups and divorces are always messy.”
Jack nodded happily. “Is my makeup fixed?” he asked.
“It is; you are a terrifying little vampire,” she chuckled.
Jack grinned widely before he accepted her hand and followed her out of the room. Jesse wagged his tail happily at the sight of him before happily picking him up and setting him on his hip. Jack laughed, grinning as he was easily carried past the twittering harpies and into the ballroom.
He stared at the scene in front of him, wondering if he had stepped into a movie at some point. Hundreds of candles were floating in the air, throwing firelight in all directions while a roaring fire made the room nice and warm. Rows and rows of tables were piled high with food; everything from roasted pig to candy corn was laid out. People were dancing in the center, their costumes so brilliantly coloured that Jack wanted to cry because they were so beautiful.
He saw werewolves and fairies and angels and demons and all sorts of mythical creatures. A tall, muscular harpy was dancing with a centaur, easily keeping her feet from being crushed by their enormous hooves. An angel was dancing with a much shorter being, laughing happily as they somehow managed to jump in the air and do a somersault.
“Whoa,” he whispered against Jesse’s cheek.
“Somethin’ special, eh?” Jesse chuckled. “Yer a guest of honour, Jack. Not too often we get humans comin’ here to celebrate with us.”
“They won’t hurt me?” he asked.
“Nah, no one likes to hurt a kid,” Jesse said before he set him down. “You gunna keep up with me, little vampire?”
“Uh huh,” Jack said as he held onto Jesse’s belt loop.
“There’s a good kid,” Jesse wagged his tail. “Come on; I’ll introduce ya to some friends of mine.”
Jack followed Jesse over to the angel and the short man. They both stared at Jack in awe before the angel knelt down to cup his face in her hands. She kissed his forehead and murmured something softly before she gave Jack a big hug.
“It is an honour to meet you,” she smiled. “My name is Angela.”
“I’m Jack,” he smiled in return to before he looked at the short man. “Um. Are you a dwarf?”
“By some definitions,” the man snorted. “Technically, I’m an elf with dwarfism. Most people don’t like to notice that.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Jack ducked his head.
“Ah, don’t feel bad,” the man smiled at him. “Yer just a kid; what would you know about elven politics? Name’s Torbjörn, little vampire.”
“I’m not really a vampire,” Jack giggled.
“Ah, I know; can see it in those pretty blue eyes of yers,” Torbjörn smiled. “Yer a human. Don’t get too many of them around here. Real treat fer us.”
“The King isn’t going to be mad, right?” Jack asked softly.
“No,” Angela shook her head. “He will be just as happy to meet you, Jack. Don’t be afraid.”
Jack smiled just as a hush fell over the room. Jack pressed himself against Jesse’s leg as they turned to face a set of double doors. They opened wide, but there were too many heads in the way for Jack to see who was coming. He held on tightly to Jesse’s belt loop as people started parting and bowing to whoever was walking towards them.
Jack stared at the figure that emerged from the crowd. They were just a child, shorter than even Jack was, wearing a regal suit with a long cape. Jack giggled in spite of himself as he looked into the triangle eyeholes of the pumpkin head the king was wearing.
“You’re a kid!” he said happily. “Just like me!”
“Of course,” the King laughed. “What did you think I was?”
“An adult, like everyone else here,” Jack said before he bowed at the waist. “It is an honour to meet you, King of Halloween!”
“It is a pleasure to meet you too, vampire human,” the King laughed.
“My name’s Jack!” he grinned as he straightened up.
“Mine’s Gabriel,” the King’s triangle eyes turned into thin chevrons and he tipped his head to the side. “Do you like candy corn?”
“Yup,” Jack grinned.
“Good! I can’t stand it and they always put out way too much. Come on!” Gabriel laughed as he grabbed Jack’s hand.
They hurried off towards the food table and Jack could just see most of the adults nodding their heads. Had he done something that they approved of? He wondered what it was.
Gabriel picked up a strange looking treat and held it out to him. “I know it looks funny, but it’s a cookie,” he laughed. “Ana likes to make funny shapes for me.”
Jack nibbled on the cookie and blinked. “Ooh!” he laughed before popping the cookie into his mouth. “It’s good. But I’m scared to ask what it is.”
“Chocolate chippit, duh,” Gabriel shook his head. “What did you think it was?”
“Toenails?” Jack laughed.
“Ew!” Gabriel pulled his head back and shook it. “Ew! Why would we eat that!?”
“Because it’s Halloween and that’s what most monsters eat, right? Toenails and blood and eyeballs….”
“That’s so gross,” Gabriel laughed before he carefully fed a cookie through the spaces in his wicked grin. “No one eats that!”
“Well, that just means that I can eat everything without a fear,” Jack grinned before he reached up to grab another cookie. “So, how old are you?”
“Nine,” Gabriel replied.
“You’re so short!”
“Shut up! I’ll grow,” Gabriel pouted, the happy grin on the pumpkin’s face turning upside down.
Jack giggled and poked the pumpkin’s cheek. “So, is this your real face?”
“No, it’s sort of the crown that I have to wear,” Gabriel said. “Maybe if you’re really nice to me, I’ll let you see my real face.”
“You’re on!” Jack laughed. “So, is there anything to do besides eat?”
“You bet! Come on!”
Gabriel stayed with him throughout the party, showing him how to play the games that were set up. No one let Gabriel win just because he was the king, but he was talented enough to win most of the competitions. Jack beat him in the beanbag throw and the centaur in charge of the game, Reinhardt, laughed loudly as he handed him the stuffed Cerberus toy he wanted.
They stuffed themselves on delicious food, giggling and laughing happily. They danced with the music, Gabriel happily showing him how to waltz while Ana carried him through a tango and Jesse showed him how to foxtrot. Reinhardt let them ride on his back as he and another centaur jousted each other, his huge back and shoulders keeping the lance from striking them.
“This is so much fun!” Jack laughed. “I never want it to end!”
“I know,” Gabriel said as he tugged Jack along behind him. “But it has to. You have to go home to your family.”
“I know,” Jack smiled and hugged Gabriel tightly. “You’re the coolest, Gabriel!”
“Thanks! You’re cool too!” Gabriel laughed before they stepped out onto a balcony. “Okay, you remember how I said that I’d show you my face if you were really nice to me?”
“Uh huh.”
“Well, here we are,” Gabriel said. “But you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? They get really mad when I don’t have my pumpkin on.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know,” Gabriel shrugged. “Something to do with not being assassinated, but I don’t care. I feel safe with you.”
Jack nodded and sat down on the bench. Gabriel reached up and carefully pulled the pumpkin off of his head. Jack’s mouth opened in a big ‘o’ as he stared at the bronze-skinned boy pushing his curls out of his face. There was a faint orange glow around his throat and behind his eyes, which were a sweet brown colour.
“You’re really pretty,” Jack said softly.
“You think so?” Gabriel grinned, showing off a missing canine tooth in his top jaw. “You’re really pretty too, Jack!”
Jack blushed in spite of himself and giggled. “Thank you for trusting me, Gabriel. I promise, I won’t tell a soul,” he said as he crossed his heart.
“Thank you,” Gabriel smiled. “There’s one other thing I want to give you.”
Gabriel pulled a necklace out of his pocket and held it out to him. Jack took it and stared at the owl head and wings dangling from the chain.
“It’s beautiful,” he murmured.
“I want you to have it,” Gabriel smiled. “It’s a token of my esteem. It means that I put a lot of value in our friendship and that you will always be welcome in my court. It’s an honour few people get.”
“Thank you so much!” Jack grinned as he slipped the necklace over his head. “I’ll treasure it always!”
“Um,” Gabriel bit his lip. “Can I also give you a kiss?”
“A kiss?” Jack blushed up even more than he already was. “W-why?”
“Because I want to. Is that bad?”
“No,” Jack shook his head. “I just don’t know too many boys that want to kiss each other. What if my breath smells bad?”
“I don’t care,” Gabriel smiled. “Mine probably smells just as bad.”
Jack giggled as he got to his feet. Gabriel stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips. It tingled, like he had stepped a little too close to a fire. Jack shivered as Gabriel pulled away and smiled.
“Thank you,” he said before he looked down at his feet. “I should get going.”
“Yah,” Gabriel nodded. “Come on. Jesse’ll take you home.”
Jack followed Gabriel back into the ballroom after he had put his head back on and they headed for Jesse. The werecoyote happily scooped Jack up and set him on his hip, grinning as Gabriel tipped his head back.
“Farewell, Jack,” Gabriel said. “I look forward to your next visit.”
“Me too,” Jack said as he bowed his head. “May your reign be long and prosperous, Gabriel!”
Jesse carried him out of the ballroom as everyone waved goodbye. Jack rested his head on Jesse’s shoulder as they walked back through the portal to the haunted house. Jack retrieved his bag of candy from the ground and placed the Cerberus stuffy inside.
“Will I be able to go again next year?” he asked.
“Not sure,” Jesse scratched at his neck. “Might be a while before the paths open properly again. Don’t worry. I’ll come find you when the next party happens. You can count on it.”
“Okay,” Jack smiled as Jesse pressed the button on his pocket watch.
He waited a few more minutes as Jesse vanished from sight before he walked out of the house and grinned at the stunned kids waiting outside. He waved and trotted forward, shooting Christian’s older brother a grin.
“See? Piece of cake!”
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Zoe "Oh please. Spare me the lies. You know who i am-my face is plastered all over the universe 'Oh, the new princess just got her title, blah blah blah!'. You were only trying to get rid of me because your a pampered princess turned glorified Captain."
this is under a cut it IS LONG. LIKE HOLY FUCK THIS IS ALOT OF PREPLANNING I DID WOW.
Kait "I'd like to see you in battle, with ACTUAL weapons, instead of cheap mind tricks. Maybe then we'd see who's better."
Zoe "Alright lets cut the small talk, shall we? I was sent here by the council on Ziirav to investigate the 'Great Evil' that may or may not have fled to Earth. You're here for that reason to."
Kait "And?"
Zoe "AND, i think it would prove useful to work together."
Kait pauses, she's let out of Zoes control, and she stands up. She thinks on it, then looks over at zoe. "Isn't the Elven Council corrupt?"
Zoe "Big time. But i'm doing this more so to get away from them, then to do their bidding."
Kait "Well....maybe we can help you with that problem once this 'Great Evil' issue's been dealt with."
Zoe looks up "We?"
Kait "yeah. I already found someone who's on the same mission."
Zoe "Was it that red-haired guy, Petro?"
Kait "Huh? Oh him.....no. And if it was i'd kill myself."
Zoe "Why? He seems nice....if not a bit of a delinquent..."
Kait "He's annoying, and cares too much about people he barely knows." She heads for the door to the hallway. "Coming?"
Floor 2.
Kait knocks on the door marked '26'. A tall lanky girl opens the door, and greats them with a smile, letting them inside.
KP "so.....i take it this is a new addition to our team?"
Kait "How'd ya know?"
KP "Well, she doesnt seem the type to be hanging around you naturally..."
Zoe "And you are?"
Kait "Oh, ya, don't probe her mind." she rolls her eyes.
Zoe "She isn't randomly attacking me. Formalities can thus be used."
Kait slumps down on KP's bed "Whatever."
KP "Katiryna of Klynora," she shakes Zoe's hand "My Earth name is Kirsten."
Zoe "Elziim of Ziirav. Zoe for me." they look at Kait.
Kp "I know NOTHING about you."
Kait "Zineb. Mandorum, Earth is Kait."
KP "So....wait....we're all royal figures in our realms.....thats kind of an odd coincidence dont cha think?"
Zoe "I doubt this was by accident."
KP "What do you mean?"
Zoe "Think about it. We're all sent on the same mission, to the exact same school at the same time, and randomly 'happen' to meet?"
Kait "Actually.....We're still missing someone-if what your saying is true."
KP "Right. Fairy princess.....what was her name again?"
Zoe "Kahna. High strung, high maintenance, high demand for like, every guy EVERWHERE. Mortal enemies with vampire over there." She points to Kait "It wont be easy to get her to believe anything we say."
Kait "Well thats understandable. Fairies have really tiny brains-its all that inbreeding."
KP laughs "That is SO mean!!"
Kait "But its true!" she smiles slightly, stifling a laugh.
Zoe "How are we going to find her?"
a loud shriek is heard just down the hallway. Zoe and Kp look out towards the racket.
Kait ".....You have GOT to be kidding me."
They go down towards the end of the hall, and turn into a giant mess of bags and cheerleaders. There are a few large guys standing there too-holding cheerleader luggage.
Melissa "EW!! These rooms are like, sooooo SMALL!!!"
Court "They aren't THAT bad....I've seen smaller."
Melissa "Ugh, My room back home is like, 3 TIMES bigger than this!"
Court *3 times? Thats it? mines like, at least 6 times larger...* "Well maybe you can have something arranged with the principle?"
KP "OK.....the screechy one is SO her."
Kait "Try the calm, shy one in the corner."
Zoe "What?"
Kait points to court "THAT'S Kahna." Kahna suddenly looks over at the three, seeing Kait pointing to her. Her expressions immediately change from calm and humble, to haughty and angry.
Court "Hold on Melissa, i have to take care of something."
Melissa "Whatever." she continues complaining to the guys nearby.
Court marches towards the three, grabbing Zineb by the arm and draggin her off to the other side of the dorm. Zoe and KP follow close behind.
Court "you.....what are you DOING here?!?!?" she sees Zoe and KP, and realization flashes across her face. "This was supposed to be MY mission!!!" she stomps her heeled boot down in frustration.
KP and Zoe giggle slightly and Kait rolls her eyes. "Well, it looks like your part of a team now."
Chapter 3: Delinquent Dilemma
The four are walking around the school looking for all their classes. Each has run into at least one person from their small Cliques except for Kait.
Court "That was SOOOO embarrassing!"
KP "How was it embarrassing? She seemed nice!"
Kait "That's what Zoe said about Petro."
Court "Who's Petro? OOOO!!! Is he your boyfriend?!"
Kait colours slightly, masking it with embarrassed anger "NO!!!!! We arent even friends! He just likes to show up unannounced and creep me out."
Petro walks up behind her and leans in between the shoulders of her and Court "Miss me?"
They both freak out and move to the sides. Kahna stares at him in horror. "Whats wrong with your HEAD?!?(shes talking about his hair colour) and your FACE-those metal tags!!!"
Petro looks at her, raising an eyebrow, completely unphased by the unintentional insults. "ew, Prep.....AND a cheerleader....."He turns to Kait "You'll hang out with the enemy, and not me?"
Kait "You have NO idea how true that statement is."
They continue walking and Petro reaches around Kait and grabs her schedule.
Court "Why are you so tall?!" she looks up at him, terror and horror worsening on her face.
Petro "Hey, we have the same History class....which is weird-why are you all in a 12 grade course?"
KP "Uh-we all took advanced lessons back home!"
Petro "Riiiiiight....."
Kait snatches her schedule back "We're trying to find the class, if you dont mind?"
Petro "We have Mr. Quan." He takes the front and turns a corner "My third year in a class with him! It's right downt he hall."
Zoe turns back to Kait "See? told you he seemed nice!"
Petro looks around quickly and wiggles the doorknob, opening the door slightly and peering in.
KP "Uhh....shouldnt we wait-"
Petro "SHHHH!!!! I gotta get somethin'" he goes inside, leaving the door open. KP makes a frustrated face and follows him. KAit looks at Zoe with a "really?" expression.
Zoe "Hey. I said delinquent too!"
Kait goes in, following KP, Zoe and Court come to, looking around the large room. Petro's over by Quan's desk, sitting down in the chair and opening drawers, shuffling through them.
KP "OK. This has gone far enough-if your some kind of thief, leave us out of it!"
Petro "Shudap!! I'm just looking for something, gawd. And if your THAT uncomfortable with this, 'Miss Priss', then LEAVE." He yanks at a drawer and it doesnt open.
Zoe blinks, Kait smiles at her evily "OK.....i take back my 'nice' statement...."
Petro digs into his pockets, finally pulling out a small keym pushing it into the lock and turning.
KP "Where did you even GET that?"
Petro smiles deviously "I picked it from Quan this morning when he was setting up the room. He probably doesn't even realize it's gone."
Court "You ARE a thief?"
Petro pulls the drawer open and smiles widely, taking out a small leather book, with odd symbols covering it, and multiple sticky notes protruding from the top and side of countless pages.
Mr. Quan "Oh he realizes." They all spin around, shock on all their faces.
End.
Chapter 4: Mr. Quan
Petro "Heh....sup?"
Quan "Honestly, Mr. Moyaz. you could have waited untill i'd actually gotten back to my room before taking your book back"
Petro "W-well-"
Quan "I took it from you for a reason."
Petro "Ya, I know. But then you forgot to give it back last year, and-"
Quan "And you've been without it all summer, yes i know...."
Petro "What are you trying to protect me from?"
Quan looks up, eyes wide "Excuse me?"
Petro "You heard me. Sir, you keep interfering in anything i do that revolves around magic."
Quan "I-i-"
Petro "Well, just dont bother! Magic isnt real..no matter how much we want to think otherwise.....so seriously. There's nothing to worry about." He gets up and leaves, pushing through the girls and heading back out towards the dorms.
The door closes and the girls turn back to Quan, "Hello, welcome! It's so nice to have historic experts in one of my classes."
Zoe "What do you mean by that?"
Quan "Why dont you tell me?" He taps his right temple with his index and middle finger. When they give him odd expression, he smiles. "It's obvious that todays youths don't get taught in magical histories." He bows deeply "I am High Wizard Quardreer, of Cahll. It's a pleasure to meet you my ladies."
Court "Cahll?! As in the Wizard Realm!?"
The three stare at her in surprise. Kait "Wow....she ACTUALLY knows something..."
Court "Well duh-Cahll is where all the most elegant, charming and handsome boys come from!!" she stares off dreamily. Everyone rolls their eyes.
Zoe "What are you doing here anyway?"
Quan "I was sent by the Wizard Council, Demongus himself, to make sure you four were taken care of. Can't have the next rulers showing up dead now can we?"
(in the background)Court "Who's Demongus?"
Zoe "But your also here for Petro, right?"
Quan leans back against his desk. "I've been here for 12 years. Teaching history, in teh hopes that everything would go as planned and Mr. Moyaz would be brought here for his last three years of school."
KP "Why?"
Quan "I'm to look after him, keep him safe.....make sure that he doesnt loose whatever control he he's got left.....his temper has gotten wrose though....Dire sign of things to come..."
Court "what are you talking about?"
Quan looks up abruptly "Nothing you should be concerned with.....at least not yet....For the moment i need to know that you all realize whats coming, more likely if you fail."
Kait "We dont even know what we're up against here!"
Quan "Im bound to not release such information....that blasted Code...."
KP "So how are we gonna find anything out?!"
Quan "Well....you could always try Shamiroth of Mandorum, Cameela of Ziirav, or Shaal Cantsley of Klynora. A possibility could be Aurelle as well.....but of course she's busy being a Flamean goddess and all." he smiles at Kahna. "Seeing them all would be best, Oh and.....if you can, theres a man in Yarshov(The large jail realm in teh form of a Prison Complex!!), who might be of use." He looks over at Kait "As i remember, your brother may be very useful for getting inside."
Kait "Uh....yeah, we'll.....we'll do that."
end.
Chapter 5: Mandorum
Kait walks out into the grounds, heading for the trio already waiting for her.
Zoe "How'd you get away from Petro?"
Kait "What's that supposed to mean?"
Zoe "I just mean that hes always following you around."
KP "Yeah, he's like a really big, scruffy, creepy puppy."
Court "a LOVE-STRUCK puppy!!" Kp and Court laugh uncontrollably.
Kait "UGH! You guys, seriously. He doesnt 'love' me!! He just wants to force me to an early, annoyance-induced grave!"
Court "hehe, he wants to force SOMETHING alright!" more laughter from KP and Court, Zoe smiles, trying to keep herself from doing the same. Kait death stares both of them, and they slowly work it down to stifled giggles.
Kait walks past them and spreads her arms out to her sides, closing her eyes. "ZERACONTREL!" a large purple portal opens up, shooting out electrical currents and loud thunder.
KP "Um...are we supposed to trust that? 'Cause honestly, it looks like a spinning vortex of death."
Court "i have to agree..."
Kait "Oh grow up and stop being such Squeebs." she walks towards the portal, when Kahna breaks in.
Court "Why Mandorum first!?"
Kait "Because IM the only one in the group with Captain status-"
Zoe "Uh, technically 'princess' overpowers 'captain'."
Kait "SHH-TSSSSHHHH-SHHEH!" she waits for more giggles to subside. "Either way, im the only one with leadership skills-end of story. We're going to my realm first. Besides.....it's closest."(ya i had realms set up like planets its weird)
They enter and come out into a long grand hallway.
Kait looks around feverishly "DAMN!!! I overshot it-maybe theres still time to-"
BOOM! Kait and Court are encased in a thick glow and then a reverberating sound emmits from their bodies, They collapse to the floor.
Court "You ruined one of my favourite Earth outfits!!!" Kp helps her up.
Kait "well YOU just ended the fucking WAR!!!!"
Zoe "Isn't that a good thing?"
Kait snaps at her "NO! We have no legitimate reason to fight now! And, now we have to go through the peace celebration with all the ugly dresses, dancing and losers in suits." She stomps down the hallways towards the throne room, tearing off the Glamour as she goes.
The others follow close behind, removing their glamours as well. They enter a large room with huge tapestries hangin on the walls. There are guards lining the walls, spears at their sides, ready to be used. A tall, thin guard in a flowing purple cape stands next to the Queen. He stares at them as they enter, his helmet hiding his face in shadows, but a snarl errupts on his face. The royal insignia is embroidered on the cape and he's holding a large scythe, and looks ready to take heads off.
Queen "Daughter! Back so soon?"
The Queen looks young and spry, a pleasant, caring smile pulled tight across her face. A large crown glistens on her head, and an assortment of heavy fabrics and armour make up her dress. The man sitting next to her wears a silver ringlet across his forehead. He's clothed in Dark Gray armour, rose-detailing etched into it. He looks to be at least twice as old as the Queen, and makes no effort at emotion.
Kait kneals, head down low, knowing full well whats coming
Queen "So dearest, how has the mission been so far. I see the other princesses of the great realms are with you-always a good sign!" the Guard rolls his eyes, sighing loudly. The queen slaps his stomach with the back of her hand. "Shush dear." She looks at the others, studying them acutely, and smiles again "Welcome, i'm hopefull that the absense of a sun will not unnerve you?"
Zoe "Shouldn't be a problem your Majesty."
Kait looks over at her father, not wanting to stand up. *Say something father.* a voice enters her head. "How dare you continue to the throne room! You disgrace us by bringing a fairy here, then have the nerve to come see us?"
She blinks quickly glancing at the guard standing beside the throne. Her eyes narrow, and her eyebrows lower. His eyes widen, and his mouth falls open. he turns away for a second and touches his head.
Kait stands up, still staring at him. "Mother, if you'll excuse me,"
Queen "of course deary!"
Kait "AND Damean?"
The queen looks surprised, as do KP, Court and Zoe. Then she looks back at the guard behind her, back to the group. "Alright." She waves over a small, thin man in a fine outfit. "Would you go fetch Nathan for me? He needs to cover for Damean." the man bows and rushes off through a large set of doors to the right.
Damean slowly walks down the stairs from the throne, along the purple fabric, Scythe still in hand. Instead of coming to attention, waiting to receive orders like a well trained guard, he walks right past Kait, and continues up a set of stairs. Kait follows, a stern look on her face. The others tag along.
The get to a long hallway, and walk down it at a fast pace, turning corners and going down a bunch of stairs finally coming to a circular room. Kait moves in behind some boxes and dissapears. The others look at each other questioningly and go behind the boxes too. A metal hatch lies open and Kait is climibng down a long ladder into a huge room. They follow and stop when they reach the bottom.
It's lit with torches and they have to cross a bridge to get to an area with seats and a fireplace. The bridge crosses a large and deep looking canal filled with bright blue water. A thick, white fog comes from it. They cross and see the guard taking off his helmet, Kait's taken a set at a table with a skull and some bones placed on it.
Damean rips his hair free of the helmet, and stares over at the intruders. Kahna blushes a deep red, her mouth falling open for a second. Damean places the helmet on the table and closes his eyes, bracing for impact.
Kait twitches slightly, and then explodes "YOUR A TELEPATH?!?!?! WHEN THE HELL WHERE YOU GONNA LET ME IN ON THIS, HUH?!?! IM YOUR SISTER I NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS!!!!"
he sighs, and opens his eyes, staring at her "I didn't tell you, because i knew you'd react like that. And excuse me, but when were you going to let me know that Nathan's courting you?"
Kait's eye widen, and she goes silent.
Damean "I heard some Privates talking about it......do you REALLY want to lead him on? Or is it because mum will never approve?"
Kait "What does it matter if she approves? and who says im doing that?"
Damean "It matters because she's still going to be around when you take the throne. And last i checked, Leading people on is what you do when you make them think they have a chance. You DO realize it can never work right?"
Kait "What are you talking about?"
Damean "You know full well what the King's position is in the royal family. The one upstairs is our biological father sure, but Mother ruled with others before him. She's made the mistake your going to make.....She fell in love, and made him King. Now when he dies she'll fall into a state of despair. you'll need to take the throne early, and find a suitable man to be your king, to foster the next generation of royalty. And of course, you being you, you'll choose your precious Nathan! When he dies, you'll die-inside."
She stares angrily at him, tears welling up in her eyes. His anger fades and he gives her a sympathetic look. "Im just worried about you. Tell him your not interested next time you two speak.....just tell him that....Captains can't have affectionate relationships with a member of their squad, er something....k?"
Kait stays silent, turning away from him. He sighs and sits down noticing the other three. "So....why did you freaks even come here?"
KP "WE'RE the freaks? at least our realms all have Sun's to keep our Moon's company!"
Damean "BLAH, blah blah." he puts his feet up on the table, and holds his arms behind his head, closing his eyes.
Zoe comes over and pushes Dameans feet off the table, snapping his eyes open. "We need your help."
Damean looks at her for a second "Why should i help you? I dont even help my SISTER most of the time!"
Zoe "Right, sure you dont-we need to talk to a 'Shamiroth'? Any ideas?"
Damean looks at her and over at Kait "So Zee, more things your hiding from me huh?"
Kait "This is MY mission, not yours, i dont need to give you ANY information!"
Damean breathes out heavily, looking back at the others-they've all come over and are sitting down at the table. "The Shamiroth is a kingly figure, leader of a bunch of Shadow Spirits in the Un-Temphs."
KP "Un-Temphs?"
Damean "Undergrounds temples shrowded in complete and utter darkness. Unless you want to be found and killed, having night vision is a must."
Zoe "But Zineb's royalty, if we go in there with her in our midst wouldnt they keep their distance?"
Damean laughs "Yeah, right! They were the original inhabitants of Mandorum, we came here and made buildings and life on top of their rocks. It was supposed ot work otu well-us living above ground, them living under it, they werent using the space anyway. But of course, the pompous morons decided they didnt want us ANYWHERE NEAR them. They've been waiting for a chance to start a war for a while. Killing off the princess heir would be a nice way of starting it."
KP "So then how are we gonna get in to talk to him?"
Damean "you ARENT. Shamiroth is the worst of the bunch. You're all gonna stay away from him and his little minions. I don't care WHAT your looking for, if all of you die a huge war will break out between all of our realms. Everyone will be eradicated EVERYWHERE." He gets up and puts his helmet back on, marching up toward the ladder. "I have to get back to duty, Nathan cant stand still, so he must be dieing up there right now." He climbs the ladder, and Kahna watches every second, eyes glazed over, still blushing.
They all sit in awkward silence for awhile, KP looks over at Kait, and puts a hand on her shoulder. Kaits head snaps up at her and she jerks free "What?"
KP "Nothing-just.....nothing."
Another silence. Kait "Well.....coming here was a complete waste."
Zoe "Not necessarily....." they all look up at her. "We could always disregard what Damean's told us....go anyway. We are descendants of the original Protectors afterall; being rebellious is what we do!" she smiles, hoping to lift their spirits. It ultimately works as a large and evily devious smile slowly forms on Kaits face. KP and Court smile too.
end.
Chapter 6: Vera's Blessing.
The four are standing outside a large Cave entrance, pillars and columns line the walkway. Kait walks forward, pushing the heavy metal gate open and walks inside. The others follow, and KP lights the passage with her staff. They all look back at her.
KP "If they come for us, they come for us. We'll worry about it if it happens."
they all smile and keep going. The trip is long and countless times they stop to look around, thinking they've heard something.
Finally they come to a set of hallways and rooms. They stop and lookc around. Kait chews her lip, staring down each hallway.
Court "where now, oh glorious leader?"
Kait "i.....I dont know, ok? I've never been down here before....."
Cronin "Zee?"
Kait looks to her right, and a small shadowy figure floats towards her, he's smiling goofily, and hugs her. "What are you doing here? Vampires aren't aloud in the caverns!"
Kait "We're looking for Shamiroth. do you know where he is?"
Cronin "Father? Why?"
Kait "Cronin, just trust me, we need to talk to him."
Cronin "I dont think that's possible....I'll go find him, go down that passage, you'll come ino his throne room. Guards can't attack you in there-too many valuables could get caught in the crossfire!" he floats off at a fast pace down the hallway he came from and they go down the hall he pointed out.
Zoe "Who was that?"
Kait "Cronin. I saved him from some of our guards when he came to the surface to explore. It was a few years ago..."
KP "And he's the kid of the 'Great and Fearsome' Shamiroth? Seriously, this guys credit is just dwindling away!"
"GET THEM!!!" a loud voice comes from behind them, and they spin around, seeing a group of shadow guards rushing down the hallway towards them.
Kait "RUN!!" they bolt down the hallway, the large doors coming closer. They get inside and come face to face with more guards. Kait pulls her sword out and puts in a ready position, but before she can do anything a booming voice shouts "STOP!"
The guards all vanish and the four look up at a large shadowy demonic figure. Cronin is floating next to him, smiling with relief.
Kait smiles gratefully and puts her sword back in its sheath.
Shamiroth "My son demanded that i let you all live. Why are you here, Princess?"
Kait walks forward, "We were told by a High wizard to talk to you about the 'Great Evil'....."
Shamiroth "Ahhh that...." he gives Kait a peculiar look and floats back towards a large curtain "Come."
They all exchange glances and follow him.
Shamiroth "Your people think i would kill you if you came anywhere near here....so i take it they dont know you've come?"
Kait "Of course not."
Shamiroth "Good, good. You not like the past queens.....too much like the first one."
He opens the curtains and they arrive in a large room full of weapon replicas, armour, suits, dresses, and countless antique items. A huge statue looms over everything in the middle of the room. The statue features a built woman roaring up at the sky, giant leathery wings spread out over her head, a giant sword in one hand and a huge shield in the other.
Their mouths drop open and Kait drops to the floor, kneeling in respect.
Shamiroth "The great Vera was one of the original forces used to lock him away. We're hoping that since you are a direct descendant of Vera, that you will take in the responsability of taking care of both sides of Mandorum. Your mother and queens before her have neglected us. Bring honour back to your people."
Kait stands up "I swear to you i will. I'll never follow in their footsteps."
Shamiroth "good." He grabs her wrist and it sizzles for second. She rips free and stares down at a blood red symbol on the bottom of her wrist.
Kait "Vera's Blessing..."
Shamiroth "You are now bound by your word, and are given free passage in the Caverns."
Kait ".....wow....."
KP "We still need information."
Shamiroth turns his gaze on her, and reaches his hand upward to a high shelf near the ceiling. An old scroll comes down to him and he hands it to them. "Go back to the castle, get some rest, and leave in the morning. Don't let anyone know you have this."
KP "what...is it?"
Shamiroth "A bit of help. You'll need a necromancer to translate it for you though. Keep it safe."
He fades and a boulder moves, moonlight streaming into the room.
End.
Chapter 7: Ziirav
Court, KP and Zoe are outside a door, standing in a long hallway. Court's knocking furiously, "C'mon Zee!!! We don't have all day!!!!" They wait another while and Court stomps her foot down again.
Damean comes around the corner and sees them, a look of surprise on his face. He comes over to them, holding his helmet in his arms "You're still here?"
Zoe "We're waiting for Zineb."
Damean "But she's not in there...."
Court "Then where is she!?"
Damean "In the courtyard. She broke it off with Nathan, and their fighting with sharp, pointy weapons to ease the pain." He marches off down the hallway, turning the corner.
The three are about to go down and see Zee, when she walks up and sees them "'Bout time. I've been training all morning, waiting for you guys!"
Court "Well we've been waiting for YOU all morning!"
Kait stares at her. "You suck at making sense. ANYWAY." She looks over at Zoe "Well?"
Zoe "OH, right...." <input portal word here>
The portal opens, its small and circular, glowing a bright blue with a circuit board design floating through it. She walks through and teh others follow, they come out on a sidewalk in a large city.
They look around in awe, mystified by the tall buildings and advanced technology. Zoe takes the lead heading down a street towards a tree filled area in the distance.
Zoe "Hurry up-maybe we can get into the woods before they know im back!"
Kait "Before WHO knows you're back?"
Zoe turns around looking up into teh sky, the others follow her gaze and their mouths drop open.
KP "What is that thing?" a large circular opject is floating above them, its very large and gusts of air protrude from underneath it. One very tall sir, in a tall hat is standing on it, with four other men, all clad in skin tight armour. They rush off the hovercraft and grab onto the four, brining them aboard.
They all struggle but Zoe breaks into ther minds. *Don't struggle, it just makes things worse.* They go still, letting the guards take them wherever their going.
<-- All in Head
Zoe "I guess you guys wanna ask about this huh?"
Kait "When were you gonna tell us that you're a wanted criminal!?"
Zoe "Who said I was that?"
Kait "Start explaining."
Zoe "No time, not right now."
---->
"We're here." They all look down at the large Dome of a building below them. The hovercraft is still heading forward, but it's sinking towards the earth as well.
It gets to a small platform and they're escorted off by the guards. They go inside, following the elven man in the tall hat down a long hallway. They come out in a large circular room, there are seven men sitting at a long rounded podium, elevated above everything else. The man in the middle stares down at them, there's a hint of disgust on his face.
Valfross "Princess, back so soon? You've barely been gone 2 weeks!"
A young boy-about their age-with straight, golden blonde hair and bright turqoise eyes suddenly looks up, seeing Zoe. His back straightens and a small blush enters his cheeks. Kahna smiles over at Zoe in an odd way, and Zoe rolls her eyes, stepping forward.
Valfross "Your mission is incomplete-AND compromised, it appears."
Zoe "High Chancellor Valfross, excuse my unannounced return. My mission is going well, but we were grouped together and sent back to our realms to-"
Valfross puts his hand up, a gesture of silence, and smiles like a Raptor "Princess," He drags the words out, as if trying to seduce her with them "No need for explanations." the blonde boy looks next to him, staring up at Valfross intently. He doesn't look happy. "You ARE the heir to the throne after all, excuses and words aren't really your forté."
The blonde boy says something under his breathe("Disrespectful Prick"). The council leader slaps him in the back of the head, hard.
Valfross "What was that m'boy?" The boy mumbles "I didn't here that." The boy looks up at him, his brows lower and come together.
Lucien "I said nothing. nothing at all, council head."
Valfross "Of course you didn't. Now princess, i'll let you go....do whatever it is princess types do, but keep those mongrels of yours under control." He smiles and ushers them out without even waitign for a response. They stand on the platform, all look uneasy and stare at Zoe.
Kait sits down on a nearby bench, Kahna sits next to her. "So. Do we have time for talk now?"
Kahna "Why were they so mean to you?"
KP "Not 'They'. Just that Valfross guy."
Zoe looks out over the platform, her lips are pressed tightly together, and she closes her eyes. "Not everything is sunshines and rainbows guys. And in politics, the people you want to lead the world, the people who can do so much good, rarely get in. If they do, it's always in low positions."
Kait "That doesn't explain the lack of respect for you. On Mandorum-"
Zoe "This isn't Mandorum....Or Klynora, or Flamea.....this is different. We have a council that decides everything-a government, instead of a court of Royals. The Royal Family is more for show than anything else. I'm a trophy, not a person."
They all go silent. The doors to the court house open and the blondey walks out. He looks like he's going to wrap Zoe in his arms, but she turns and leaves. His sympathetic smile dies almost immediately, and a look of worry sprints across his face. He rushes after her. "Ellie!"
KP "'Ellie'?" Kahna temps a smile and Kait shrugs.
Zoe stops, sitting down and swinging her legs out over a tall building that rests underneath the Council's Dome. She stares out over Ziirav and takes a long breathe. Lucien slows to a walk and sits down next to her. He doesn't touch her, but sits straight, eyes closed, breathing steadily.
Zoe looks up at him from her slump. The wind ruffles his hair, and the worry makes him look peacefully morbid. Zoe smiles slightly. *You're the embodiment of perfection for all my friends. But you just don't do it for me.*
Lucien *I know...*
Zoe *Then why do you keep trying?*
Lucien pauses, he opens his eyes and looks over at her. *I don't know.* He smiles and stands up. He sees the others coming and bows to them perfectly, walking back to the Domed Council Chambers.
Court "So.....Who's Cutey McModel over there?"
Zoe "That's Lucien. If the Royals were still in charge, there would have been an arranged marriage between us."
KP "That's not so bad-he seems to really care about you."
Zoe "He's just like his father. That's whats wrong with him."
KP "Who's his father?"
Zoe looks up. "High Chanceloor Valfross isnt the head of the Council. He's a runt, second in command, handles all the lesser problems." She points to a long screen situated on the side of a sky scraper. There's a tall man with turqoise eyes and a menacing stare. His white hair is combed perfectly to the side. "THAT's the council head. Luciens father, Supreme Chancellor Malthez."
KP "Scary guy..."
zoe "No kidding. Lucien's had a crush on me for years, he cares and he acts real sweet and innocent, but he isn't. I've seen the murderous traits of his father in him."
KP "Murderous?"
Kait "Literally, or-"
Zoe "Literally. You can see the thoughts running through his eyes-like when Valfross acted rude to me." She gets up and looks over at the four. "We should get going. The forest is dangerous at night."
end.
Chapter 8: The Bog-Shack
They set off into the woods, walking along a cobbled path. Many archers smile and bow as they pass.
KP "So you guys have a mix of technology and nature.....cool."
Zoe "It's not a mix. It's a war, and technology is winning."
KP "Well....uh...th-that sux..."
Zoe leads them into knee deep bogwater. It's brown and mushy. court stops and doesnt come anywhere near the bog. She stands on the edge, her arms folded across her chest and a pout across her face.
They stop and stare at her. KP "What's wrong?"
Court "I'm NOT going in there."
Zoe "Why not?"
Court "Its wet, and icky and it'll totally ruin my outfit!"
Kait "Oh thats it. your comin'!" she grabs Court around the waist and pulls her into the mush. They both topple into it, head first, it splatters all over KP and Zoe.
Kait gets up, laughing spaztically. KP and Zoe join in and Court stands up, the mud is all over her and Kait. She screams and they all cover their ears. It stops and she loocks down at her clothes.
Court "They're ruined!"
Kait "Oh lighten up."
Court "Me? You, miss Queen of Darkness, is telling ME to 'lighten up'?!"
Kait "Yeah, pretty much." She throws a fist full of mudd at courts face, then turns around and starts to walk in the direction Zoe was going. A bunch of mudd hits Kait in the back of the head. She turns around and looks at Court, who's got a huge smile on her face.
Court "If anyone knows balls, it's ME!" she stops and a huge shock of deep red comes across her face "No wait-that came out wrong!!" the others laugh at her and a mudd battle breaks out.
Zoe blocks some shots thrown her way, everyones laughing. She trips on a root and falls back into the bog water, covering herself more in mudd. She looks up and sees a shack hidden by the gunk she fell through.
Zoe "Uhh......guys?"
They all come over, peering into the small space. It's a cavern.
KP "Way to go Ellie!"
Kait "Yeah, you pulled a Kahna!"
Court "Hey! i havent tripped and found anything yet!" She marches forward into the cave, tripping over another stray root. "Ptoo! Scratch that..."
Zoe "Yeah, there are roots all over the place, try to be careful."
Court "You could've warned me beforehand!"
Zoe helps her up "sorry!"
KP slides some much over the way they came in.
Kait "What are you doing-thats just gonna block our exit!"
KP "It'd also keep the hermit who doesnt wanna be found happy, and in a mood other than KILL."
Kait "Right....good idea." They continue towards the shack.
Court "Why are we even going here?"
Zoe "Because Cameela is a swamp witch. It would make sense to stay by yourself in a bog-yknow, away from people can report you?"
Court "Ugh....this is so dumb."
KP and Zoe giggle and Kait rushes up to the house, knocking on the door.
Zoe "
you're in a rush."
Kait "It's gettign dark, you said this place was dangerous when that happens."
Court "Chicken."
Kait "Idiot. Im being smart. I dont wanna get into any more fights-"
the door opens and a crack rings through the air, a flash sends Kait flying back into the mud.
court "What the heck was that?!"
KP "Magic." she rushes forward and into teh house. The door closes as Court comes in behind her. "Oh this is bad"
Kait gets up "What just happened?"
Zoe "Kahna and Kat went inside the shack."
Kait "And left us out here to fend for ourselves."
Zoe "Im more worried about them. Cameela is powerful."
inside the house, Kahna and Kat are standing in complete and horific silence. They look around.
KP "What should we do?"
Court "uuuuuhhhhhh-" She sees a hatch on the floor down the hallway "Floor Hatch! It must lead to a basement!" She runs over to it.
KP "Why should we go down there?"
Court "Have you never watched a horror movie?" KP stares at her "Well, the bad guy is always in the basement." She tugs at the hatch but it wont budge.
KP "It's blocked by a magic Barrier. I could disable it given some tim-"
Court "I got yer 'Magic Barrier' right HERE!" she blasts off a large fire ball. It hits the hatch and blows it to smithereens. KP looks at the charred remains "good job!" She goes down through the hatch, Court follows. They come across a woman leaning over a spellbook with a large cauldron on the floor. Theres steamy orange mush bubbling out of it.
She quickly looks up and shuts the book.
KP "Oh, no no. It's ok....we just ummm-"
Court "Your shack is eating our friends!"
Cameela "Oh goodness!" She slaps a wall near her "Dont eat people!" The shack gurgles and Kait and Zoe drop in on them. They get up, Kaits sword is still drawn and they both look horrified.
Cameela "Oh you poor dears! Jeffrey does that sometimes....im gonna have to get him fixed..."
Zoe "You wouldnt happen to be Cameela, would you?"
Cam "Yes-you've heard of me?"
Zoe "Well of course. Your the elven sorceress who went missing 12 years ago."
Cam "12 huh? It has been a long time, hasnt it?"
Zoe "Everyone thinks your dead."
Cam "Well good. I dont want those pompus snobs bothering me!" She laughs and sits down, four chairs materialize behind the girls. "Have a seat, girlies! I figure a wizard sent you for something.....important?" She smiles
zoe "Quardreer sent us. We need to know about the supposed 'Great Evil' thats recently broke out."
The smile fades. "He's an elf. His name is Cazath, he's the only one of his kind left."
KP "You guys are elves though..."
Cam "Cazath is a Karez,"
Zoe "An Ancient? But thats not possible. they were all wiped out by an army of Dragon Creatures."
Cam "By their own. One elf, with unimaginable power. You four are the new Protectors, yes?"
Kait "Well who else would we be?"
Cam "May Aeliive's barriers keep you safe. You won't survive....not against Him."
end.
Chapter 9: Klynora
Kait sits up, lookign over at Zoe. court is fast asleep but KP nudges her awake. They sit on the beds, and start getting ready to leave.
Kait "I find it strange that we havent seen your parents yet."
Zoe "you probably wont, considering the fact that we're leaving for Klynora now."
Court "Why do we have to leave so EARLY?!"
KP "It's 11 o'clock, how is that early?"
Court "Mreh..."She falls back on her bed.
KP "I have to warn you guys. My grandfather is WAY into parties and celebratory feasts. So when we get there, and he sees us all together, he'll probably call for one or both."
Kait "Yum. I'm liking your grandfather already."
KP "Yeah, he's great." <insert portal word here>
The portal opens up, its an oval with a sandy brown colour. Festive music is flooding in through it and everyone smiles and cheers up. They walk through only to stand in the middle of a torn down area. Everything is dead. The smiles fall from their faces.
Kait "Not what i expected." She puts her hands over her head and her skin starts to burn "DAMNIT!!!!"
KP "Shit!" She hits the pink orb at her side and magic floods out of her hands towards Kait. She's now incassed in a purple glow. "There. That should protect you from the suns rays."
Court "how come Zee didnt burn up in Ziirav?"
Zoe "Kahna, it was overcast the entire time we were there...."
Court ".....oh....."
They continue on "What did this, Kat?" zoe looks worried.
KP "I think i know...but its not possible, he's locked up."
A thin man with long black hair rushes up to KP, they hug. "Kat, your back! Your Grandfather will be so happy!"
KP smiles and then it fades "Alec, what happened here?"
Alec's eyes dim "The Metal-Eater got free, started spewing the stuff everywhere, ate through all our gear. It took the council to shut him down."
<----in the BG
Kait "does EVERY realm but Mandorum have a council?!"
Court "Pretty Much!"
------>
KP "Is he locked up again? will he get out again?"
Alec "Yes. he's been secured in a new location. We decided that keeping something like him here was a bad idea."
Kait "So then where IS this 'Metal-Eater' guy?"
Alec "A place where he can do no one anymore harm." They all exchange glances. "Now come! Shaal Cantsley(KP's grand dad) will be glad to see his new Protectors have arrived. Especialy, in the presence of his Granddaughter!" Alec leads the way out of the ruins and into a tropical, populated place. Numerous morphers are walking and greet them with a smile and bows.
Zoe "good to know Royalty is actually trusted here."
KP "It's a relief isn't it?"
They keep going untill they reach a large building made of the sand itself. Stone pillars line the walkway. They get inside, massive and detailed mozaics line the walls and floors. A river be runs through either side of the hallway.
Shaal "Granddaughter!" An old man is standing at the top of the staircase infront of them. He's wide set, with a long beard thats tucked into his belt. His hair poofs out from under a hood. He's with two other men of similar styles, one is tall and lanky, he looks humble and thoughtful. The other is pointy, with a strict face and straight back.
Kat runs up the stairs and embraces Shaal in a big hug. The two old guys leave and Shaal shows the girls to a large, black room. The only light comes from floating candles scattered throughout the room.
They sit down in the middle of the room, surrounding a small pit. Shaal stand at the Head of the group.
Zoe "You know why we're here"
KP "So who is he.....Cazath i mean."
Kait "What exactly did he do?"
court "And how do we fit into all this?"
end.
Chapter 10: The Protectors
Shaal "Cazath. The name sends shivers, yes?" They nod, and smile uneasily-all except Kait. He points to her. "You. You need to loosen your emotions."
Kait "I doubt that'll happen."
Shaal "you all must work together, any small emotional contact will help improve your abilities. If you are linked, fending off Cazath will be that much easier." He looks down at the pit. "Now, you should see the face behind the evil." He places his hands at shoulder height, stretched out over the pit, the room rumbles and a huge blast of yellow energy explodes from the pit. It engulfs everything in an unavoidable light. Shaal controls it with his hands, forming images of Dragons and undead creatres, theres an elf in the middle of the room.
He's tall and thin, with muscled arms. his face is long and pointed, and his fingers have an extra joint. His eyes are similar to the dragon's.
Shaal looks at teh girls, they stare on with glazed eyes.
Zoe "He IS an Ancient."
Shaal "Not as impossible as it seems, is it?"
Court "What about us?"
Shaal "You all play a more important role than you think."
Kait "Oh great, so we're like....'Chosen Ones' er somethin'?"
KP "No. We're descendants, right grandpa?"
Shaal "Precisely. Descendants of the original Protectors."
Kait "Why didnt they succeed? Why is Cazath still alive, they should've done away with him!"
Shaal "It is not our way to kill those with such power. At least it wasnt." He looks regretful, and the mist clears. "The past protectors locked him up so as to find a cure for his madness."
Zoe "But no cure came."
Kait "You can't cure stupid, or evil, or different. What were they thinking."
Shaal "What makes you tihnk they were acting of their own minds? They were messangers of the people, they worked for what their rulers wanted."
Kait "So basically, this is all the fault of the Councils!" she smiles, and the others stare.
Shaal smiles "The councils weren't installed untill later. The 5 Protectors-"
Zoe "4." Everyone pauses. "The texts say 4, so do all the elders and ancient writings."
Shaal "My dear, The Milky Way, that entire universe of space that Earth resides in is a realm in itself. One of 5 protectors from the most powerful realms of existance. The texts lie."
As he says this he motions with his hands, and five figures appear before him. "Aeliive, Aurelle, Vera, Habibah....and Damien."(I DONT KNOW WHY THATS HIS NAME. ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING THERE IS ALREADY A DAMEAN IN THIS SERIES WTF YOUNGER ME.)
Court "Why does that guy look so familiar?
Kait(under breathe) "He looks like Petro..."
KP "So....why would the texts lie? Why have you kept this from me!"
Shaal "...We felt that telling you before he escaped would result badly."
KP "You knew he'd escape?"
Shaal "Our Se'ers did, yes."
Zoe "So why are you telling us this now?"
Shaal pauses "You will be going back to Earth soon, yes?"
Court "AFTER we go to Flamea!"
Shaal "Then you must find out everything. At least everything we can offer you. I can't discuss it at length, but you must travel to Yarshov and seek out Cazath's cell. Try to locate any clues as to how he escaped-and dont be found out."
KP "but-"
Shaal "Leave in the morning."
end.
Chapter 11: Break In
They're in their room-sections divided for them-getting ready for their next day.
Court "Is it just me or is everyone we talk to scared of Cazath?"
Kait "No shit Kahna. He brutally killed off his own people."
Zoe "im more disturbed that no one is giving us complete answers. It's like they dont trust us."
KP "Maybe they dont."
Everyone goes silent.
KP "I mean, look at us! We're kids, we cant even get along with eachother most of the time. how are we supposed to fend off a great and powerful evil like Cazath? Can anyone?"
They stare at their feet, still silent. They look over at Kait, she has her thinking face on and chews her bottom lip.
Zoe "Whats wrong?"
Kait "That redhead...The 5th Protector...Damien....he....he reminds me of Petro."
No one says anything "I know.....it sounsd stupid, but they look so similar...."
Court "Maybe its just a coincidence?"
Kait "Its not. Quan didnt tell us about him and theres a reason why."
KP "We'll worry about that when we get back to Earth. For now we have to find a way into Yarshov."
Zoe "Quan said something about your brother, Zee?"
court "Cant we do this on Flamea?"
Kait "No. I dont even wana go there, Damean definately wont show."
Court "Well hes gonna have to. hes part of the Royal Family, and the Princess Ball is in a few months!"
Kait "bleck."
KP "So how are we gonna get ahold of ihm?"
Kait "already have. He'll be waiting for us there."
They sit down-two to a bed-and clasp hands.
Court "What are we doing?"
Zoe "Opening the portal to Yarshov. We cant get there unless we work together though.
They all close their eyes and focus, then they opent eh portal. Its dark, rusty red, and screams are heard from the other side. They stand up and file through the portal.
They come out the other side to see Rusty red grit below them. They look up to see a huge metal gate, a large black, grey and red building and a lone man in a purple, hooded cloak.
The sky crackles with thunder.
Damean turns around and comes toward them, "Where have you been? I've stood here for 30 minutes, WAITING! Do you honestly think i have this time to waste?"
Kait "Oh please-You'd probably just use your breaks to hit on chicks who don't know better-Like Kahna!" Court's face turns red immediately, and she gets really shy.
Damean "UGH-it doesnt matter!" He throws them each a cloak similar to his own "Put these on and follow me." He walks up to the gates and slides something from a pant pocket swiping it through a detector. The heavy doors creak open and the five-sum walk through and up the path towards the Prison Complex.
Guards in spikey, closed off armor let them through without a glance. They go down a long hallway and down flights of stairs. They finally go to an area called "Block 11-D" underneath is a sign saying "Danger, Do Not Pass". They go into 11-D and head to the end of the hallway each cell is blocked by lazorgrids and a thick metal door.
They get to the end of the hallway and turn to the cell on the right. The lazors are off and the door is bent and scorched, placed at an odd angle. KP stops them from moving.
KP "Don't go in, not yet." She takes off a ring and holds it in her fisted palm, touching the pink orb at her hip. The ring grows into a staff and she holds it out infront of her, scanning the room. "You can go now, just try not to move anything." They go in, KP is still processing.
As soon as Zoe crosses the threshold, her hands fly to her head, and she closes her eyes. Court and Kait spin around.
Court "OMG!"
Zoe "Guh-" She backs out of the room, Damean helps her, and gets her focus back. "Magic. Definately magic-not Cazaths, this feels like.....like I dunno, but its not wizardry."
KP opens her eyes "Blac Magic. Its Shamans work, not clan either. Earthling."(oooooh boy me. yikes)
They all stare at eachother, feeling the tension wash over them. Kait stares around the room, everything is charred and melted, things are half stuck in walls and portions of the cell are gone. "A human did this?"
end.
Chapter 12: Flamea
Court reaches her hands out and speaks the portal word(TRAHOOLAMUNGAH!), it opens up just as Damean's Mandorum portal does. Thei still inside the complex. He goes through and it shuts behind him. Then the four walk into Flamea-after putting another protection around Kait of course.
The portal is a fiery red, and gusts of warm air pour out of it. Flamea is very warm, grounds of orange grass and cobblestone roads. Carriages help fairies get to and fro. There are volcanoes in the distance and forests of orange and red trees spread throughout.
They hail a carriage and get in.
Kait "Why do you have wagons carrying you everywhere? Your a fairy, you people can fly!"
Court "Flying is like running, it gets hard and stupid after awhile!"
Kait "Uh huh.....how the HELL did you people resist our forces for so many years?!"
They get out and walk up towards a giant marble castle, it looms over everything and has vast gardens lined up infront of it. They go inside, walking up the stairs and heading to the back of the building. They descend a humongous pair of stairs into the back gardens, white fowers are everywhere.
Kait whispers to Zoe and KP "Did someone die?" they giggle and court runs out towards a man and woman. She huges them enthusiastically. They're both in white. "Mom, Dad, I'm back! It's just for a night, but im BACK!"
Kait whispers again "why are we even here? Quan said that Aurelle wouldnt help us!"
KP "The night before we left, she got a lettre from her parents."
Court "So, whats going on?"
Zoe "Everythings decorated in white and faded pinks-this must mean something good."
The kind and queen glance at eachother, smiling happily. "Your brothers getting married!"
Court stares blankly for a second. "T-to who?"
They look over towards a young, beautiful man with sandy brown hair, He's in a white suit, standing next to a shapely, gorgeous woman with a cheerful smile. They're holding hands.
Court "I-i.....think....thats......GREAT..!!! I....I have to go show them to they're rooms...." she runs up towards them and drags them up the stairs and inside. She rushes into a humongous room the size of Cameela's shack and flops down on a huge bed near some windows.
KP "Kahna, is something wrong?"
Court "EVERYTHING IS!!! I get a lettre from my parents talking about good, happy news, and then i find out my brother is going to wed the girl i hate!"
Zoe "She seems ni-"
Court "STOP! Everytime someone says that, that person ends up being NOT NICE! So shuttup. nothing is going to make this better."
KP "Well....if you arent happy here, we could always go see if we can contact Aurelle!"
court "I guess.....At least it would get me away from my brother and his stupid bride-to-be."
end.
Chapter 13: Aurelle's Altar
They're standing outside a small temple, made of marble as well. They walk inside and head for the large altar in the center of the room. Court goes towards it and claspses her hands together, closing her eyes. The others stand back.
Kait "Do either of you know the Flamean prayers?"
Zoe "Nope."
KP "uh-uh."
Kait "I dont know them in english, and i wouldnt be able to speak the fairy language, but ive heard it in war."
They both look at her. Theres no anger on her face, almost regret. There's a huge silence and nothing happens. Court opens her eyes.
Zoe "Well?"
court ".....Nothing. aurelle isnt answering, she must be busy with something..."
Kait "Or someONE."
KP "That sux....we'll have to come back later, its getting dark and we have to get back to Earth in the morning."
end.
(wait that was a chapter? me. thats nothing. cmon now)
Chapter 14: Ambush
Their back in the garden, with joint hands
KP "OK, dont think about anything but Earth, the portal should take us back to the place we left." They all close their eyes and open the portal. Its a misty blue with green and white shocks. They smile and walk through, only to end up in a cave.
Right before them is a metallic, two-headed snake - its blasting an acidic, green-yellow liquid at a metal door. A man in a dark cloak is standing behind it, a smile on his face.
Cazath "Just a bit more. We'll have the amulet once your through." He looks over at them "ahhh....the new protectors, so young and breakable." He lifts a hand towards them and they all go flying back.
They hit the wall hard, and Cazath points his opened hand at the portal, clenching hard. It closes abruptly, and he smiles, holding his arms behind his back. He comes towards them at a slow, gentle pace, Elegantly drifting over the rocks and rubble in his path.
Cazath "I've been expecting you."
They sit up, looking at him with fear. Kait puts on an angry face and draws out her sword, barelling towards him, yelling.
He steps aside, gripping her left arm and lifting her up into the air. At the same time, his other arm comes toward her, fast. Energy pushes her back into the wall, small cracks are heard. She falls and lies limp on the floor. The others go over to help her.
Cazath laughs "Really, I was hoping for something more impressive."
Zoe turns her head to look at him, her eyes glowing. His eyes light up and the background fades, as well as everyone else. Zoe stands up slowly "You're a telepath."
Cazath "All the Ancients are. We have immense power, you and I."
Zoe "But I'm not-"
Her eyes widen and roll back in her head, she crashes to the ground. Court is about to attack, but KP stops her.
Cazath "Smart girl. You all need more practice." He walks back over towards the metal door, which has been melted, motioning with his hand. A small pouch comes out and lands in his hand, fabrics and clothing, other trinkets(Talismens, rings, etc.) Float out and file onto his arms and into a pouch at his side. "I'll let you go this time, and possibly next time to."
KP "Next time?"
Cazath smirks "Hm. Of course. It'll be much too soon for any of you to reach my levels of power." He turns, the snake following him. Then he opens up a huge portal, to a grey, destroyed world. "But after that. Well....I won't be holding back." He gracefully walks through the portal. It closes behind him.
They sit in the dark cave, staring blankly out infront of them. The four exchange worried glances.
end.
Chapter 15: The Amulet
Kait is sitting in History, sketching in her notebooks; swords, warriors in-fight, Cazath. Someone behind her pokes her back with a pencil, she turns slightly, seeing Petro giving her a look.
<-- Whispers
Kait "What?"
Petro "you OK? You look horrible."
Kait "Gee thanks. And again, why do you care?"
Petro "W-why does that matter? And honestly, I think i have the right to know if one of my goths been beat up." He motions to the bruises and cuts on her skin, then looks over at Zoe, KP and Court, who are similarly messed up. "What exactly were you guys doing last week?"
Kait blanks, eyes wide *Gotta lie...but what do I say?*
Someone taps abruptly on Kaits desk with a ruler. Petro whitens, quickly going back to scribbling down notes. Kait spins around, staring directly at Mr. Quan. He looks angry "If your going to talk in my class, at least do it discreetly." He marches back up to the front of the room, continuing his lecture on Queen Elizabeth.
Kait turns back to Petro "Now look what you-" she stops, staring at a large amulet strung around Petros neck. "When did you-"
the bell rings and they all file out.
Whispers -->
Petro gets up and heads out of the class, seemingly not having heard Kait. She gets up and runs after him, passing by a confused Zoe, KP and Court. They follow her and catch up in mid-conversation.
Petro "It was in a package on my bed. I woke up and it was just there!" He's still wearing it, sliding his fingers over the surface, and the odd purple crystal in the centre.
KP "You should take that off. You dont know who it belongs to-" He spins to looks at her.
Petro "It's mine. My name was on the box, no return address."
KP "Still, it's just weird that-"
Petro "It's just a trinket. Leave it be." He shuffles the papers under his arm, throwing his backpack over his shoulder. He spins on his heel and walks down the hallway.
Zoe "huh, that went well."
Court "No it didnt." Zoe gives her a look.
Kait "What was that all about?" she looks over at KP suspisciously.
KP "I've seen that thing before, its-"
Quan "Girls. I need to speak with you."
They look at eachother and walk back into the history class.
Court "Whats up?"
Quan "I'm leaving for a bit....a bit before Halloween....Some business back home. I'll be gone for a month, be on your toes."
They stare at him oddly. "Oh.....and might i suggest keeping an eye on Petro? He's been acting strange lately, and my senses are.....well somethings going to happen. Keep your eyes open."
Court salutes "Will do."
end.
Chapter 16: Halloween
court wakes up to knocks at her door. She sleepily gets up and heads for the door, opening it to three masked figures who yell "Boo!". She screams, slamming the door. A few seconds pass, and another knock comes.
KP "Court? It's just us!"
Court "Thats what the monsters always say!"
Kait "Open up flame-butt, or i'll kick your door down."
She opens it, the three are holding the masks in there hands, smiles on their faces-except for Kait.
Court "Why are you all dressed up funny?"
Kait "A famous human tradition-popular on Mandorum and Klynora."
Zoe "It's just starting on Ziirav."
KP "HALLOWEEN!!!" She throws her arms in the air enthusiastically.
Court "Hallo-what?"
Kait "We'll explain on the way."
Court "The way where?"
KP "To the Pizza Place! So Dress up!"
~~~~~~~~~~~
They walk down the street, closing in on the small Pizza place.
Zoe "If you dress up for Halloween, you get free meals. Apparantly they do this every year."
Court "Cool. Wheres the creeper? This seems like his kind of holiday."
Kait "He's gone for the week. He'll be back on friday."
Court "Awww, poor muffin!"
Kait "Shuttap! I dont even care." she looks away from them, crossing her arms. They all go inside, sitting down at a booth in the corner.
Kait looks over at KP "You never finished talking about that amulet."
KP "Right.....that. I've seen it before in an old history book back home. There was something important about it....something dark...."
Zoe "Isnt it dangerous for mortals to be around dark magic too long?"
Court "Very. Sometimes they explode." They stare at her "...what? Its totally a fact!"
Kait "Whatever. Fact is, it needs looking into-especially with how it just randomly showed up."
Zoe "I'm more interested in what Cazath picked up in that cave-the thing in the pouch. And when our next meeting will be."
Kait "Well, one things for sure. Cazath knows much more than we do, and he's in complete control."
end.
Chapter 17: Disaster
Their sitting in math, last period. The announcements sound "Dont forget-the halloween dance is tonight from 7 to 11:30, best costume wins the grand prize!"
The bell rings and they leave, grouping up.
KP "You guys going to the dance? Sounds like fun."
Kait "I dunno." Everyone else is going. KP stops and turns around
KP "Why not?"
Kait "There wouldnt be anything to do. Besides, i dont dance."
They walks down the hallway and hear a student talking on a cell phone. He's standing at the office and they almost walk right past him. Kait stops abruptly and stares at him. His eyes glaze over her, and then come to attention.
Petro "Kait! Hey!"
Kait blushes slightly and waves back, the others turn around "Hi...."
He picks up his backpack and suitcase, heading for the dorms.
Kait "Where were you?"
Petro "Uhh....." He spots a poster for the dance "Hey! You going? It's usually pretty corny, but no teachers guard the hallways, so you can pretty much do whatever you want!"
Court "Oooo, Secrets. Never a good sign in a relationship."
Zoe rolls her eyes "We need to talk about that amulet of yours." She puts an arm on his shoulder and automatically pulls back, holding her head. She grabs KP's arm and they both stare at him.
Kait "you should probably go unpack-"
Petro "Annnnd?"
Kait "...and....ill go. But im gonna beat you up if nothing interesting happens."
He laughs "Well, alright then!" and heads down the hallway, around the corner.
Zoe "Ok, who saw it?"
Court "Saw what?"
Kait "Ya, what just happened?"
KP "His aura is black-its already being tainted by that amulet."
Later.
They enter a side entrance, passing by the gym with its pounding music. Court and KP run off to dance, and Zoe and Kait keep walking.
Zoe "So. Whats up with you and Moyaz?"
Kait "Whattya mean?"
Zoe "He seems pretty into you."
Kait "Whats your point?"
Zoe "Why dont you at least give him a chance? Ive heard earthlings have low morals-could be fun."
Kait "Thats the thing....He's a lowly human. Do you realize what might happen if anything starts up between us?"
Zoe "Kinda what i wanted to talk to you about....I dont think hes human."
Kait "What?"
zoe "I heard multiple voices in his head-one sounds like a demon."
Kait "But that makes no-"
People scream, running down the hallway and out the front doors.
Kait "What the...?" A white barrier of magic forms over the front doors, engulfing every possible escape route. A long, big two-headed snake slides around the corner.
Kait "thats Cazaths snake!"
Zoe "Its looking for something."
Kait "Cazath mustve blocked the exits-"
Zoe "Go find Petro, make sure hes alright."
Kait "Why? He can fend for himsel-"
Zoe "Remember what Quan said? We have to keep an eye on him. I'll go get Kat and Kahna-GO!"
Kait runs off down the hallway, and focus shifts to Court and KP. The white barrier melds over the doors to the outside and people are screaming, running around in the hallways. Zoe comes in just as KP runs off.
Zoe "Where is she going?!"
Court "To go check on the goth-"
Zoe "But-oh nevermind! One of them will find him. C'mon, lets make sure no ones hurt!"
Switch to KP. Shes running down a hallway, opening doors and listening for him. She feels his presence and sneaks into a room, looking around. Hes dressed in all black, with a long cloak draped over everything, fiddling with something on the desk infront of him. She closes the door, and quietly walks over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He spins around.
KP "What are you doing?"
Petro "Oh, its you." He turns around again, and puts down a screwdriver, picking up a small black box and shaking it. "You ever wonder what the principal keeps in here?"
KP "NO! Now lets go, there are...weird things in the hallways attacking the school-we have to get outside!"
Petro "'Weird things'? You have got to be-" Something makes a noise outside the door "Oh Shit!" he grabs her and they duck under the desk. A hissing noise gets louder, and soon something slithers into the room. They hear a mans voice.
Cazath "Not in here, my pet? Well keep looking. If you find any of the girls, kill them, but leave the boy for me." Footsteps.
The slithering comes closer and a drop of acidic liquid drops from the snakes mouth, hitting the desk and melting through it. It hits the floor in between KP and Petro and they make a surprised sound, the snake fixes on them, strikign the table. They bolt from under it and run out the door, keeping pace perfectly.
KP *how is he keeping up!?*
They run around the corner and stop.
Petro "What the hell was that thing-whats going on!?"
KP "Nothing-I dunno, i....."
She looks past Petro, the snake is right behind him. It moves its head from side to side, staring down at his hooded head. KP's mouth drops open, she backs up and Petro catches on, turning around slowly. The snake lowers its head and breathes steam through its nostrils.
Petro "Uh.....hiya...hows it goin'?" It knocks into him, gently pushing him to the groun. "Hey-WATCH IT!"
The snake stabs Petro in the shoulder with the end of its tail. Then it sprays acid at KP, she bolts away down the hallway. It follows, leaving Petro, struggling with a large spike of poison on the floor. He pulls it out, slowly rolling over onto his stomach. He clutches at his shoulder, his head spins.
Petro "Gah-aaahhh.....Jesus!"
KP runs into Kait, who has Zoe and Court with her. The snake comes around the corner, its rushing towards them. Kait grips at her side, a sword hilt is hanging there, when she grabs it and pulls it free, the purple metal generates and she runs towards the snake.
She swings that sword and brings it up through the snakes head. It hisses and explodes into light. The light travels back down through the hallway.
Kait "What the hell is going on here?"
KP "Cazath is here. He's looking for someone-a guy."
Court "Wheres Moyaz? Arent you guys supposed to find him!?"
KP "Hes back down the hallway. I had to lead the snake-thing away from him. It hit him with something-c'mon!" They run back down the hallway, Kait lands on her knees next to Petro, rolling him over and placing his head on her lap. She strokes his hair, moving it from his face, then touches the circular gash in his shoulder. The skin is black in the immediate area, and fades to a sickly green. "Its poison....."
Cazath "Right you are." They all go flying back. Petros head hits the floor and he wakes up "Ahh. So this is the boy ive been hearing so much about." he stares down at Petro, he looks quite pleased. Cazath walks over to him, motioning with his hand, telekenetically pulling Petro up off the ground "Funny. You look just like him. It's quite fascinating."
Kait "Let him go!"
Cazath "Im afraid i cant do that."
Petro grips Cazaths arms, kicking him in the face. He falls to the floor and Cazath clutches his face. Petro moves his leg at Cazaths ankles, sending him falling to his side.
Kait rushes forward and grabs Petro, they head off down the hall. They get far enough away and stop. Petro slides to the floor, Kait crouches next ot him "You ok?"
Petro "Ahh.....I feel like ive been run over with a freight train.....ah-twice...."
Kait "Just give it time. It should fade from your system in a few hours."
Petro "Im gonna puke"
Court "Ew-Please dont!"
He tilts his head back, closing his eyes. "How do you all know that guy?"
Kait "Uhhh...-"She looks to the others for help.
Suddenly the girls are sent hurling down the hallway and Cazath comes up next to Petro. He opens a portal and grabs Petro by the arm, thrusting him through it. He smiles at the four and leaves.
Kait "NOOO!" She runs towards the portal but it closes. She haults to a stop and leans against the wall, punching it and sliding down onto her knees.
end.
Chapter 18: Quan Returns
Their in kaits room. Shes lying on her back on the bed, hugging a pillow to her chest. KP is sitting on the edge, everyone is silent, not knowing exactly how to comfort her.
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#CoupleGoals
[Valentine's Day. The most miserable, overdone, saccharine parade of sentiment known to humanity. And by extension, vampires. My symphath side though, oh, she can find an upside to this day. Even if I had to endure my own form of torture before getting to the payoff.]
Are you sure this dress needs to be taped on? I have zero clue about the makeup, but the woman in the shop said nobody could wear this dress without Spanx, until she saw it on me. [And that comment nearly got the saleswoman punched in the face, until I remembered hearing some of the working girls in the locker room, lamenting that they couldn't wear shapewear and do their jobs. Scanning the locker room for anything that might need upgraded, I try not to begrudge these three their fun. It's not like it’s everyday they get to play dress up with the head of security as their doll.
“No offense, but we know about maintaining a look, all night, no matter what - or who - you are doing.”
Giving a small, tight smile that does little to hide the clenching of my jaw, I spread my arms wide.] Have at it then. Turn me into a Valentine dream. And no, you don't know him. [A hot date. Something special. A convenient lie to make sure I can keep my game going another year. It takes no time for the ladies to help me shimmy into the dress. A few pieces of two-sided tape, and a little too much groping of my breasts in my opinion, and it's on to the next battle. My lack of proper undergarments gets all three of them rolling their eyes at me. Apparently the wrong lingerie ruins the lines, and plain cotton panties are definitely wrong. I'm too stunned to object when they strip the things off me, but what can it hurt to go one night without panties? A towel is wrapped around me to protect the dress from any spilled makeup while much chatter goes on about my cheekbones, my lashes, my general lack of hair - facial as well as my cut - and any number of other things that I let wash over me. I open my eyes - and my mouth for some reason? - for mascara, but decline any and all perfume. There have to be /some/ limits. Somehow, the ladies create an illusion of more hair. Before I can panic, it's time for the death traps that pass for shoes. Another argument starts about those.
“She's already so tall!”
“But look what they do for her legs!”
“And her ass.”
“A man would have to be a giant to not be intimidated by a woman that tall.” Enough of that noise.]
Any man who is not confident enough to stand beside me while I wear these shoes, can be kicked to the curb by them. [While I would always prefer a solid pair of combat boots for that job, I have to admit that I could stab someone with these, in a pinch. Good thing, too, as there is no way this dress can hide a blade. The tiny clutch bag barely holds my phone, some cash, and the lipstick the working girls insist on sending with me.
After reassuring them them that I /can/ walk in heels, and dodging their efforts to find out where my “date” is happening, I call for a cab to pick me up at the back door. One year I may push too things too far, and I don't want to answer questions about my evening. A quick wave, and I'm in the cab, considering scrubbing the memories of this torture from the ladies, but leaving them alone as always. I rattle off the restaurant name to the cabbie, Chez Whatever-the-Fuck the most romantic restaurant of the year is, and his brows pop slightly. Yeah, because Trade street is far from the high end cuddling couples stretch of restaurants, physically and figuratively. The drive is surprisingly quick, so I tip the driver a little extra. Given the hints of marijuana coming off the upholstery, the direct route was a pleasant surprise.
A pretentious lackey in a red vest and bowtie opens the door for me, and I take the offered hand as I attempt some form of car/dress yoga that does /not/ flash my assets to everyone milling around. I shouldn't have let the girls keep those panties after all. How the hell does this even work? Swinging my legs out, I hope for the best. The valet, door boy, or whatever his job description is, looks around for a second occupant briefly, before ushering me toward the door.
Inside is enough red to have my heart playing jackhammer in my chest, but I am still firmly in control. For now. Red roses. Red heart balloons. Red confetti hearts scattered on blessedly white tablecloths. Giving the name of the reservation at the hostess stand, I get the familiar look about being alone when the reservation is for two. I make a show of checking my phone, nearly losing the absurd tube of goo as there is no extra room in the clutch, and shake my head at the hostess.]
He’s running late. You'd think a heart surgeon could get Valentine's day off, right? [A tiny push of suggestion into her mind, and suddenly she thinks it is the sweetest thing in the world that my darling surgeon doesn't want me to stand around waiting. Especially given all the special requests noted, and paid for, on the reservation.
My table is the only one still empty, having timed this for the height of their rush. One of their better tables for a romantic evening, it has a little more window visibility than I care for, but a good view of the entire space. Not that I need to see anything in here for what I have planned. I could do without the cloying mix of perfumes, colognes, and candles, though the food smells quite good.
A waiter approaches, wearing the same red vest and bowtie combo as every other male staffer in the place, and hesitates with the wine list. Because ingrained sexism is still alive and well. I reach for the leather folder with as large a smile as I dare.] Wonderful. I'll go ahead and order drinks while I wait. [Sending out threads of my symphath side to start reading the room, I lower my voice to a stage whisper.] He's clueless about fine wines, anyway. [Still reluctant to break protocol, I have to tug the slightly before the human nods, and hustles off to his next table. The list is designed to maximize margins, of course. Cheaper stuff with fancy names marked up to trap those who want to buy the most expensive thing. That trick works in restaurants, but not so much in clubs, and I know my alcohol.
When the human returns, I order a bottle of their /actual/ best red. His attitude toward me eases as he heads off to take care of my order.
Finally, I get a hot minute to get a real read on this crowd. The lust is a no brainer, and not worth my effort to tweak. No. I want the dirty secrets, the lies, the cheating, the breakups a heartbeat away from happening. Two couples stand out for my special attention. One woman who desperately hopes her date doesn't propose, since she already plans to break up with him - tomorrow, in fact - but he has plans to record their evening for blackmail. Niiiice. I'm not personally big on the sex tape blackmail though, so I plant a few little mental landmines guaranteed to make sure the only video he gets is of his own performance issues.
My waiter returns, does the pour and taste routine before both glasses are filled, and leaves two menus. My second target couple have both been cheating, with their business partner. Combing through their minds, I have to admit the man has skills. Not just in the bedroom. He has them both embezzling money, and convinced he will run away with them, if only they would get a divorce. So why are they in the most romantic restaurant in Caldwell, playing at being #CoupleGoals? Prenup, natch. Stoking their mutual desire for the same man, it isn't long before phones are being checked under the table.
Speaking of phones, I play with mine again as the waiter returns. “Is everything well, miss?” Oh. He's worried about a tip. There's a line for tables in case someone pulls a no-show, but how do you kick out the single who made the first reservation for Valentine's?] No problem at all. He's on his way. [Pulling out a hundred dollar bill, I press it into the waiter's hand, at the same time as I press the suggestion into his brain that everything is perfect at this table.] I'm ready to order now. I plan to enjoy my meal.
[I look quickly down at the menu, as everything in my vision flips to red. I plan to enjoy more than one type of meal tonight, and all these human couples can self destruct for all I care. Their personal demons, my personal playthings. The upside of being a Symphath.]
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