*LJ. Smith owns the Night World Series.*
This is a love story about Iona Skelton from Huntress and Timothy from The Chosen! Hey, feel free to adjust the font size! It'll be so much easier to read.
Iona Skelton wanted to cry.
She felt lost and she was only eight after all, it was natural to feel frightened. But somehow a voice always managed to creep into her head and whisper a knowledgeable advice that only someone wise and ancient could give.
She's here somewhere. Better keep on moving, Iona encouraged herself and slowly made her way through the white identical corridors.
All the nurses walking by smiled at her and she returned their kind greetings. No one asked where she was going to, or what she was looking for, or why she was holding a couple of water guns.
Iona considered just telling them without being asked but then it was too late –because she found what she was looking for. A door was pure silver instead of the plain cream color most of the other doors had so that meant it was a special room for someone just as special.
She tucked a water gun under her other arm and reached out to turn the shiny door knob.
"Jez?" Iona ducked her whole head in and suppressed a laugh but gave a smile that just came out as a tease when she caught Morgead tumbling out of the bed where Jez was laying on –and then the next second, he was on the couch, casually sitting back as if he'd been there all along.
"Iona!" It was Morgead. His face had that after wave of embarrassment but his voice was angry for the unwanted intrusion. "You do know how to knock, right?"
Jez just tilted her head at him, her red hair tumbling to the side.
"Well, I thought, you know." Iona walked in, knowing her serenity couldn't match his annoyance. "Since you're both vampires, you would sense people approaching… unless, of course, you two were distracted or something…"
"Yeah, kid. Glad we don't have to explain ourselves." Morgead went on with a bare expression.
Jez spoke up before her soulmate says something offensive. "What's with the plastic guns?"
"I was bored, you see." Iona skipped to Jez's bed and handed her one of the glistening green toys, ignoring Morgead's gaze as it followed her.
She watched Jez's eyes go glossy blue, the silver acting like a soft mist over it. "You look better, Jez. I mean, really. You know how beautiful you are. Well, you just got more beautiful, looking so human and stress-free."
Jez smiled inwardly and pressed a hand to her forehead. "And you got more talkative, missy."
"Way too much babbles for someone so tiny." Morgead agreed with childish exaggeration.
Iona only threw a brief glance at him over her shoulder. And then turned back to see Jez flipping the plastic gun over, the water inside sloshing around. "I'm guessing you have to press the trigger like a real gun and then instead of bullets, water shoots out?"
Morgead laughed mockingly. "Fun."
"It is." Iona abruptly shifted and pressed the trigger, aiming at Morgead. But she missed, the water soaking a spot on the couch where he had been. And then a hand swiftly snatched the water gun out of her grip.
"Hey!" –Iona and Morgead said it at once.
Water shot Morgead at the chest just as he had stolen Iona's water gun, which he used to spurt water at Jez for revenge.
Iona got caught in the middle, her dark loose hair going flat with dampness. They were all laughing until a nurse came in.
The three quickly faced the door and realized that it wasn't a nurse.
It was a little boy. A handsome boy. About four years old.
He had a sober look in his eyes and his features seemed to have that permanent grimace but his cheeks were so much like a chipmunk's that it was almost hilarious.
"Hi." Iona said unconsciously, hearing her whisper-like voice in an echo. There was a depth in the boy's brilliant blue eyes that looked familiar. A maturity and ruined innocence that scarred his outlook on life. She saw it in Jez and Jez's gang when they kidnapped her before.
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