Title: What happens now?
Hey guys, this is my first ever fanfic so if/when reviewing please be nice lol also constructive criticism is very much welcome! Thanks
Disclaimer: Also all respect to the amazing Lili St. Crow. The author rightfully respects the genius of Lili St. Crow, creator of Strange Angels
Set after Reckoning, with reference to Christophe×Dru \(^.^)/
It's been 1 month, 3 weeks and 7 days since Graves left. 1 month, 3 weeks and 7 days of complete hell.
Dru a voice suspiciously sounding like my dad rings in my head. Ok so 'hell' might be a bit strong and I just know dad would end that sentence with quit being fresh. Heaving a sigh that could rival Dylan's I feel something clench my heart…I just miss him. He's my best friend and he's gone, because of me. Because I'm the reason he's in this mess. Good one Dru.
Opening my eyes I stare at the ceiling of the room that was once my mothers and is now mine. Turning to the clock on the bedside table I realize that Natalie should be here by now. Frowning I get up and make my way over to the bathroom trying to ignore the gnawing thought that maybe something is wrong. Still all I can think is why isn't Nat here yet?
Feeling clean, shiny and brushed I open my door running my tongue over my teeth tasting the mint of the toothpaste that even tastes expensive. I really should I ask where all the money comes from.
"Milady," Benjamin said appearing at my right, "the council is awaiting your acquaintance for breakfast."
Suppressing another sigh I blink at him. "OK. Where's Nat?"
Nodding his head in the direction of the council, his emo-boy haircut swooping over his chiseled face, "Christophe will tell you."
As we walk I notice that he walks slightly behind me just that little bit that a normal person wouldn't even notice. I guess it's a sign of respect or something. I also feel two other people, er, boys behind me. Casting a glance over my shoulder I recognize it's the double blondes, Thomas and George. Damn I kind of wanted it to be shanks and Dibs…I just know them better is all. After all if there's anything guaranteed to unsettle a girl, its teenage djamphir drifting in her wake and staring at her back. Resisting the urge to hunch my shoulders I face forward and try not to let my imagination run wild with reasons why Nat was not there to wake me up.