A/N

Hey, uh. So. Yeah. There's really no explaination for this one. It just popped out of nowhere...

Sadly, I don't own The Nine Lives Of Chloe King or The Beatles... so... yeah...


Somewhere

Chapter One

Kemet Azuri enjoyed running.

No, she was not running at your average sprint. This was different.

Kemet was gliding, running at an inhuman speed, the cool night wind whipping her messy black curls back away from her cat-like golden eyes.

Because that's just what Kemet was. Cat-like.

The down side was Kem was being followed by someone who would very much like to chop of her head and hang it on a wall. Someone who had fighting skills that matched her own.

Kemet carefully prodded into the mind of her opponent. He was expecting her to go to London, as it was closer. He was making a mistake by using his brain rather his senses. Kemet chuckled quietly. Time to fool him.

She swerved off course suddenly, trailing her sent in the opposite way she wanted to go. She ran in great circles, stopping only to rub briefly against a tree, and then run the opposite way.

She ran as far as she could, then decided to head into Liverpool.

She had made it as far as she possibly could, then finally stopped to rest in a dimly lit alley way.

Unfortunately, her little trick hadn't worked.

"Nice try, demon." The rough voice of her opponent made her skin crawl. Kem tensed, so she was on her guard.

"Never hurts." She replied easily, as if facing a deadly opponent was something she did daily.

Her eyes flicked around, trying to find an escape. A metal ladder went up to the roof of a building.

Kemet mentally counted to three, then scrambled up the ladder as fast as she could. She then swiftly ran across the roof. When she reached the edge, her opponent behind her, she didn't think.

She jumped.

She soared across another alley, and landed gracefully on the edge of the next building. There was one thing she had forgotten about her new opponent. He was human.

There was no way he could have made that jump. It was about ten feet apart.

Yet there was no way Kem could have made it either. But Kemet wasn't human.

Still crouched in the position she had landed in, Kemet whipped her head around to see her opponent's shocked face. She chuckled to herself, and jumped down, running to celebrate as soon as possible, because as soon as she was out of sight, her opponent lost.

She headed towards a crowded club, that she heard a block or two away. Perfect.

She snuck behind the bouncer, tapped him on the shoulder, then in one fluid moment, she jumped over him just before he turned, clutched the sign overhead, and quite literally swung into the club.

She let the crowded club swallow her as she pushed her way through. One drunken man pulled on one of her curls, and released it instantly at her glare. A new band was playing, and they were quite good, Kemet thought, and good looking as well.

They had nice suits, with rather skinny ties. Their dark hair was longer than the usual style of the 1960's, but it wasn't bad, and they were all around Kem's age (twenty-one). Their eyes were all dark. One had hazel, one had chocolate brown, one had a warm, dark blue, and the last (which is the one Kemet liked the most) had dark, brown black eyes.

In fact, everything about this man was dark. Except his skin, which was a pale cream colour. He had black hair, black eyes, and thick black eyebrows. Not only was his appearance dark, but Kem assumed his personality dark as well, seeing as he hadn't smiled since she walked in, but the way he held his guitar, with such loving care, she could tell that there was more to him than to be assumed.

She prodded into his mind. He was irritated that the girls were screaming so loud. He wanted to hear how they sounded. Kem withdrew from his mind, grinning. She would have felt the same way if she were him.

His eyes suddenly flicked over to her. Kemet realized she must stand out in the crowd, because she was just standing there, a cheeky grin on her face. Hell, she would've stood out anyways! Not many people had the yellow gold eyes that Kem had. She probably looked like this weird girl standing still in a room of dancing people. Just a girl with messy black curls and a cat tattoo on the inside of her wrist. She shot the guitarist a knowing look, one eyebrow raised, mischief dancing in her eyes, and a grin flashed on his face. She winked.


George Harrison played all the notes he had to on his beloved guitar. Girls screamed louder and louder, and George fought the urge to roll his eyes. He snuck a quick glance to Paul, who shrugged slightly. A silent 'what can you do?'

George considered this. Paul was right. At least they weren't booing.

George snuck a glance at the crowd and saw a girl standing in the crowd, a sly grin on her face.

She was tall, and lithe, almost feline. She had a cream and honey skin tone, so she must have not been from around here. She had messy, dark curls, and a pretty face, but that wasn't the reason why George picked her out of the crowd.

This girl had the strangest eyes George had ever seen. They were a yellowish gold, like a cat's. They sparkled with a million emotions; mischief, triumph, and pride. But the held a bitter sadness. Almost an anger to them.

George flashed a smile at her, and she winked.


When the concert was over, and the club was closing, Kem slipped by the bouncer, hidden in the crowd.

It was early in the morning, just around midnight, and her opponent was waiting, not realizing he has lost. Kemet grinned at him, and ran at a human speed (there were too many people around) into an alley way, her opponent hot on her trail.

"Well well well, demon, looks as if I've got you now!" her opponent said triumphantly.

"Not for long. Tell me, how is dear Alex? Still trying to find the prophecy?" Kemet taunted.

"You dare speak his name, demon? You dare disrespect the almighty Lord Alexander?" her opponent spat at her angrily.

"Oh, but I do! Alex and I go way back!" Kem said, circling her opponent menacingly, making sure her back was never turned to him. "In fact, I know the only reason you're here, is to test my skill. If you come back alive with me dead, you will become the next one. If you come back to him maimed, while I live, he knows I am growing weak. If you don't come back at all, in other words dead, while I live, he shall know I am still strong. As I am still strong, you have been used like a pig. Raised, loved, then sent to slaughter."

Her opponent grit his teeth. "Many have said that. I however, do not believe what I hear so quickly."

"Perhaps you should." Kem said. "I don't want to kill you."

"Ah, see that is the difference between us. I want to kill you, and you don't want to kill at all."

"I shall do what I must." Kemet replied sadly.

He sprang at her, but Kem was ready. She retracted her claws, and swiped at him. Her claws barely grazed his skin, but they had enough venom in them to hurt him severely. She looked into his mind briefly before taking it over. She made him punch, kick, torture himself, until eventually, his mind snapped, killing him.

The whole thing lasted five minutes.

Kemet returned to her body, feeling incredibly weak. Mind controlling was the easiest way to kill opponents, but it always left her terribly exhausted.

She looked at her opponent, who lay dead on the ground.

"Pity," she grunted to herself, as she dragged the body to hide. "This really is a stupid game."

Kem trudged on, too tired to sense someone following her again. The human caught up to her, grabbing her shoulder roughly. She struggled, but she was tired, so she couldn't do much.

The human man cuffed her on the back of the neck, leaving her dazed for a moment. She shook herself, and kicked him in the shin. He then punched her in the mouth, and Kemet tasted blood. She spat it out, and continued to struggle with him. He slammed her against a brick wall, pinning her there, and just as suddenly, he was gone. Kem slid down the side of the wall, struggling with conciseness.

"Are you okay?"

"Bloody hell, Ringo, of course she's not okay! I mean, look at her!"

"Shush you."

"Well!"

"John! Ringo! Enough already! We need to get her to a hospital!"

"Not my fault Ringo's being a nit."

"John!"

"Sorry."

"Just pick her up."

"Why should I? She looks heavy!"

"You do know she's still awake, right?"

"Oh enough, you three! I'll carry her."

There was a pause as the gentile arms that slid around her picked her up and cradled her.

Kemet whimpered slightly as pain shot through her body.

"She's really cold."

There was a slight pressure on the inside of her wrist.

"Her pulse is faint. George, don't let her fall asleep, she could die."

"Duh duh duuuuuuh!"

"RINGO!"

"Sorry! It just seemed so perfect!"

"Oh, just show us where you parked the bloody car!"

Kemet felt her eyes shut.

"Hey, you gotta stay awake now." A gentile voice muttered. She was shook slightly.

"Tired…" Kem's voice sounded weak, and rough.

"I know, I know, but you have to stay awake."

The voice was so soothing; Kemet momentarily forgot what had happened.

"Wha…"

"Come on now, open your eyes."

"C-can't."

"Yes you can."

"N-"

"Don't you dare say no."

"But-"

"Open your eyes."

"Grrr…"

"Did you just growl at me?"

"No, but I can."

"Err…"

Kemet flicked open her eyes. The man holding her was the man playing guitar at the club.

A grin slid on her face, and she let out a low, guttural sound, a feral warning that came through her teeth.

The man looked frightened for a moment, then grinned.

"That's quite the noise you can make." He said, laughing.

"That's what they say." Kem replied. "Hey, um I'm feeling better."

The man looked shocked. "But, how?"

Kem shrugged. "Fast healer."

"I'll say! Alright, I'll let you down, but if you feel weak you're still going to the hospital!" He warned.

He set Kemet down carefully. She didn't even sway.

"But- how-I- Huh?" The poor guy seemed at a loss for words.

"It's hard to explain." Kem said simply. "I'm Kemet Azuri, but you can call me Kem."

"Kemet? Sounds Middle Eastern. I'm George Harrison."

"You're quite right. It means Egypt."

"Cool! Oh, god, I guess they finally found the car. Hey Kem, do you have a place to stay tonight?" George asked as his friends pulled up, looking at Kem with shocked expressions.

"Honestly, no." Kem replied.

"Oh, well in that case, guys, this is Kem! She's staying with us tonight." George said. "Kem this is Paul McCartney, John Lennon, and Ringo Starr."

"Hey guys, sorry about the scare earlier. Why did it take so long to find the car?" Kem asked, more amused than accusing.

"Well this little nit couldn't remember where he'd parked, then forgot the keys in the club once we actually found the damn car!" John said.

"Well?" Ringo snapped. "Sorry, Kem."

"It's okay, I was just wondering." Kem replied, laughing.

"Well, hop in! We have an early morning tomorrow!" Paul ordered.

Everyone groaned, including Kem.

Yet the ride was fun and laughter filled, and Kem was feeling inexplicably happy, despite the double attack.

Kemet Azuri finally had friends.

For a while, at least.


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