Hi guys! Purrfictionist here This is my first VA FanFic so go easy on me I write for Bloodlines, The Infernal Devices, and The Short Second Life of Bree Tanner. This story is T for violence mainly. There are some things in the series that didn't happen or I ended up changing a bit in my story and everything's stated below.
Things to know:
Rose and Dimitri are still broken up. They didn't fix things after Dimitri said those four horrible words. The Queen is still alive so Tasha isn't in jail and Jillian was later discovered as a Dragomir. The gang who went to Palm Springs did for a short time while everyone else stayed and helped clear things off at court to make things easier for the new Dragomir. After a while things cleared out and the Palm Springs gang are back at Court now. The alchemists found about Sydney and Adrian but they have no proof. Sydney's let out free and is said that she'll be called back to be tried again if there is evidence found. Abe Mazur has someone with him (an OC) who isn't in the books. Janine's hiding some secrets from Rose that might ruin their relationship. Lissa and Christian are still broken up.
Read and Review please! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my plot and Aydin. Everything else belongs to the amazing Richelle Mead!
Aydin looks around the small coffee shop and takes in the people there. A woman in her mid- twenties is sitting by the window juggling a two year old on her knee while drinking her coffee and is working on her laptop. An eighty year old man is sitting in a small round table towards the door where Aydin's standing and is doing a puzzle in the local Turkish newspaper. Towards the far end of the small store are a group of college freshman, all girls watching him with great interest. Aydin avoids their eyes and takes in the person in front of him.
He's a small middle aged Moroi sporting a duster with an odd red spot on the far end of it near the edge. His jeans are a light blue and he's wearing business shoes with his casual attire. His hair's a mess and he's wearing a shirt that looks he slept in it.
"No… no, I'll take that one," the man says as the barista reaches for a breakfast pastry in the showcase. "And I'll take that one to. Yes, that one."
"Will that be all sir?"
"Yes,"
"Will you be eating in or carrying out?"
The man looks out the window suspiciously and looks back to the barista. "Inside,"
"Alright then sir, you may have a seat. I'll send you the bill. Next in line,"
"Ah, Ahmed, how are you?" the barista says smiling. He's a friendly forty year old Moroi man with dark brown hair and the native tanned skin.
"Good and you sir?" Aydin asks smiling as he reaches for his wallet. "I didn't see you yesterday, is everything alright?"
"Yes, my daughter was sick so I stayed home and took care of her. It's getting harder with the wife gone."
"It's tough raising a family and being a guardian," Aydin says in a low voice that the barista can only here.
"True my boy, very true. Would you like your usual?"
"Yes sir," Aydin says and hands him some liras. Aydin watches the barista get his stuff and fix his coffee while keeping an eye on the odd man from the corner of his eye. He has found his man. The barista walks back to Aydin and hands him the white carry out bag and the coffees. "Thank you sir. Have a nice day and I hope your daughter gets better."
The barista smiles and nods. "Thank you Ahmed, have a nice day."
Aydin waves another goodbye and walks out of the shop. Step one. Step two. Find Ibrahim Mazur.
This chapter is short but the others will be a little longer. If the chapters are short like this, I'll be able to update more often What did you think of it? If you spot any grammar mistakes, please tell me! I'll try to go back and correct it. I know I'm supposed to be working on my other stories but I really wanted to get this out Review!
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