Hello! I know, I know, I still haven't even got to the good part of my other stories but I just had this idea and I had to write it before someone stole it. Yes, I am looking at you.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Powerpuff Girls characters!
Enjoy!
Normal P.O.V
A wide dining room had white walls and paintings of people from the XVI century. The table could easily hold a party of 20, but the clean and elegant carvings in the ivory table, roof, and chimney depicted that parties weren't usually held in this room. It was simply beautiful. However, it could have been more beautiful if heavy, silky burgundy drapes weren't covering the floor-to-roof windows. The light that the sun should've let in was replaced by the dim lighting of a golden chandelier that illuminated three young girls whilst having their breakfast.
The first had orange hair put in a side braid. She had cotton candy pink eyes. Her outfit were jeans and a bright pink blouse. She had dangle earrings the shade of her blouse and sandals.
The second to her left was a blonde headed girl with light sky blue eyes. Her hair was arranged in a messy bun. She was wearing a blue blouse with a Hello Kitty in it and it said "CUTE", a pair of white leggings, blue Converse and a blue heart shaped necklace.
The one across from both had pitch-black middle length hair that reached her mid back because she hadn't done any hairdo in it. Her attire consisted of a white loose blouse with graffiti green letters that read "What the Hell", skinny black jeans and green Converse.
The three of them sat quietly eating the eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and juice buffet that was set in front of them. It seemed as if the only sound was their breathing and cutlery clinking until the huge mahogany doors opened to reveal a man with dark grey hair and grey eyes.
"Good morning, girls." The man said with a warm smile in his face.
"Good morning, Dad." The redhead answered.
"Blossom.-"
"Hi, Daddy." The blonde said.
"Bubbles."
"Pops." The raven haired girl saluted.
"Buttercup." He kissed each of the girls foreheads.
"Care to join us?" Blossom asked.
"I would love to, my dears, but actually I just came to inform you about something the Assembly told me today."
"What is it?" Buttercup asked with a full mouth.
"Buttercup, manners." Her father warned. She gulped down her food and muttered.
"Sorry."
"Anyways, as I was saying, I have just been informed of about something very important that rather concerns you." The girls turned to the man notciing the seriousness in his voice.
"Is Buttercup getting punished for what she did to that boy?" Bubbles asked, remembering the time her older sister nearly killed a guy that complimented her looks.
"Hey, on my defense, he deserved it." Buttercup answered.
"I'm sure he did, anyhow that isn't it," Buttercup put her forehead in her hands out of relief. "The Assembly said that you girls might wanna start packing."
"Why?" Blossom asked concerned. The man sighed and, as fast as he could, he spoke.
"You have been ordered to go out and look for your mates." Sadly for him his three offspring heard perfectly, the middle child reacting by spitting the juice she had sipped a moment ago.
"What?" The same asked. "We're sixteen they can't do that!"
"Yes, I thought we could choose when we wanted to look for mates." Bubbles added. Blossom nodded along her younger sisters' ideas.
"Actually, like you are my daughters you are expected to follow the tradition and look for your mates exactly at the age of sixteen. Plus, you have to set the example for the other girls."
"And there's nothing we can do?" Buttercup asked hoping with all her will that there was.
"I'm sorry but there isn't." The trio sighed in defeat.
"And where are we supposed to go then? Blossom asked.
"That's the thing, uh, you see the Assembly also decided that you go look for your mates among the..." He couldn't find the words to voice it out to his girls. He couldn't do this to them.
"Among what, werewolves?" Blossom guessed, knowing that vampire and werewolf mating wasn't common nor desired by the government, but her and her sisters did have very good friends in their population.
"No, you are going to go with..." He took a deep breath and said:
"Humans."
"What?!" Buttercup yelled pushing her chair back so hard it made a dent on the wall.
"I'm sorry, but the Assembly has made a decision." Bubbles was crying on Blossom's shoulder, she stroke her younger sister's hair soothingly.
"Can't you do something? I mean, you are the boss of all of them." Blossom thought out loud.
"I wish I could, but it was a majority's vote." Their father explained. None of the three sisters said anything because they were all doing different things. One was crying a river, another was thinking of a way out of the situation, and the last was pacing furiously thinking of the most painful ways to torture a person or many for that matter.
"Girls, remember, you are just looking for mates, that doesn't mean you are going to find them there."
"We better not, so I can go and kick all of the Assembly's asses."
"Buttercup, language." Her father warned. Not even on the hardest of times he lost his diplomacy and strict no-cursing-while-I'm-present rule.
"Whatever, I'm still so wearing my fangs out." Buttercup stated.
"I'm sorry but I can't let you do that."
"Why not?" Buttercup complained.
"Because you will put everyone in danger that way." The man reasoned.
"But from what you've told us about humans, they are the ones that have always endangered us!" Blossom and Bubbles nodded, agreeing, scared but aware that if someone were to make sure humans wouldn't harm a hair on their heads, it was Buttercup.
"I wasn't talking about the humans." The man said, fixing his tie.
"How can she affect us by wearing her fangs out?" Bubbles asked, hoping her father would let her sister do so so she could feel safer among those monsters.
"The explanation is in what Buttercup said. In the past humans have always been determined to wipe us out of the face of earth. But now we are just a tale or a thing they use for scaring children and in 5-star rated TV. If I let her wear her fangs out she won't only endanger you but our whole species." Blossom and Bubbles saw their father's point now but Buttercup was nowhere near there.
"Please!" She wined.
"No."
"Please!"
"No."
"Please!"
"No."
"Please!"
"No."
"Please!"
"No!"
Buttercup positioned herself in a fighting stance and did the expected. She showed her fangs.
"Please with the fangs?" Buttercup said with arrogance in her voice. This was a usual line for Buttercup. In her language this meant "Say yes or I knock you out right here, right now." His father did do the unexpected because instead of rolling his eyes or grounding her, he mirrored her movement and mimicked her tone.
"No with the fangs?" He caught Buttercup off guard but she straightened herself up faster than her father and sisters expected. Still, she didn't move. Why? She didn't know herself.
"Come on. Attack." He ordered. The three sisters had never seen their father fight. Even if they had trained their whole lives, they knew Buttercup was strong, very strong. But they wondered and worried that she had gotten that treat from their father. "I see, you're scared that I'll defeat you."
"I am scared, yes. Scared I might kill you." Her voice was threatening, but as threatening as one can get when their talking to a parent. Neither of them attacked, and the two other girls flinched every time one of them even moved a muscle.
The two younger girls were prepared for the battle that was to come when Buttercup moved straight to their father. But they suddenly noticed that she wasn't charging, no, she was walking, calmly even, like a stroll down the park. She stood in front of him, he stood straight and Buttercup put her hand on her dad's shoulder, looked at him straight in the eye and said.
"Dad, I'm sorry, but you are going to let me wear my fangs out." As soon as the words came out of her mouth Blossom was between both of them and snapping her fingers in front of the man's face.
"Dad! Dad! Wake up, dad!" She yelled right in his face while he spoke.
"Yes, Buttercup, you ca.. What happened?" The man woke up from the trance his daughter had put him in.
"Buttercup used her powers on you." The elder sibling said, glaring accusingly at Buttercup.
"I had to. I couldn't fight you." Buttercup explained. "You're with me, right, Bubbles?" She looked at the youngest. Her alibi apparently wasn't good enough because the blonde shook her head no disappointingly.
"Now you are definitely not wearing your fangs out." He finished. "I have to go and so do you, get your suitcases ready, you're leaving in three hours." He parted to the door but his ginger daughter stopped him.
"And what we are just going to walk around until we find the humans? And when we find them what do we do, sleep in a park?"
"No, the jet will be waiting for you and when you get there someone in the airport will guide you to your new quarters." He looked back and walked to his daughters that were now close together.
"Look out for them." He told the eldest.
"Don't let them fight too much."-He told the youngest.
He stood before Buttercup who looked down at her shoes, ashamed for her earlier actions. He took her chin in his hand and looked at her in the eye. "Don't let anyone hurt them. And if they do, kick their asses." The four of them smiled like the happy family they were. After he kissed and hugged each of them he left, tears escaping his eyes once the doors were closed, dreading that anything could happen to his beloved children even if he knew they could easily take care of themselves like they always had since their mother died.
Exactly three hours later they met in the front gates ready to board the jet. They boarded and one of the housekeepers, Martinika, who was like their second mother, informed them that the rest of their belongings would be sent to them fairly soon. The petite, wrinkled woman kissed the three beloved foreheads and went into the house before they could see her crying.
"Ready?" Blossom asked a step before completely going in. The other two just nodded sadly. They finally boarded, reluctance in their every step. The trio sat in close spots, each doing what they liked most, Blossom reading, Buttercup listening to music and Bubbles drawing. Buttercup looked up at her sisters without them noticing and remembered what her father said. That memory triggering another more painful one.
Flashback
A young five year old attacked a dummy set before her. Not only kicking and punching but sneaking up to it, biting and throwing stuff a normal five year old shouldn't be allowed to even look at. Recently, her two sisters had been injured because some other kids were bullying them and hitting them, she was mad because she wasn't with them, she was in the woods, training. She was so busy getting her rage onto the dummy that she didn't notice a woman entering the room she was currently in.
"If you keep hitting that dummy, it won't be able to make it." The woman said. She had light brown hair and her amethyst violet eyes glistened with love and joy.
"That's what I was going for." The little girl answered. Her jade green eyes full of hate and determination.
"Why?" The woman asked with curiosity.
"Because if I can't destroy a dumb dummy, how do you expect me to be a good vampire?" The young one answered, still not looking at the woman.
"Buttercup Allona Grigorov. I know you better than anyone and I know there's more to that."
"Okay. I feel bad that I couldn't help my sisters." She finally looked up and stared at her mother's beautiful, understanding eyes.
"There was nothing you could do to help them."
"Yes I could have been there and saved them." The girl said, almost yelling.
"Buttercup, trust me, when you are able to help them and save them, you are going to. It's in your blood."
"You promise?" The little girl asked looking up at her mother happily.
"I promise, but if you promise me something back." The woman said kneeling in front of her daughter.
"Anything." The girl answered, putting her arms on her mother's shoulders.
"You promise that when the time does come you will protect you and your sisters no matter what?" The girl didn't have to think twice about her answer.
"Promise." They hugged and let all their worries go while they held one of the people they cared the most about.
Buttercup looked once more at her sisters and thought:
"I won't break my promise, mom, even if it's the last thing I do."
Yep, that's it. Do I love it? Yes, yes I do, but what I really care about right now is:
Did you love it? Hope you did anyway, R&R!
See ya later and don't be a faker!