[Fading Memories]
By Raisin
[Disclaimer -
Jimena, Serena, Catty, Vanessa, and all characters from the DotM books along with the original concept of Daughters and Followers belong to
Lynne Ewing. The words and plot are mine, don't take them. Additional characters were all created by me, and are mine.
Author's Note -
This is my first DotM fic, my first story submitted to Fanfiction.net, and my first even slightly successful attempt at fanfiction about a
book. I miss Themestream. ;_; And I was without music while I worked on this first chapter, so please ignore how much the rythym jumps. I
haven't fixed up typos and spelling errors, yet, but I was excited to get this up, so please forgive me.]
Twenty One. Twenty-one-years-old, and Jimena still felt like she was sixteen. As she blew out the candles of her birthday cake. Where
have the years gone? She asked herself while taking a deep breath. Everything is such a blur, I wish I could remember it all. She let the air
out and all twenty-one candles went out. A flash of scarlet hair and beautiful mocha eyes rushed through her head, but in half a second it
was gone. Jimena had the weird sense of de ja vu.
She ignored it, as someone to her right passed her a bottle. Jimena looked at it and grinned. Twenty-one, she told herself, and now
it's legal. She took a long drink from the bottle, and passed it to Jason next to her. He grinned and took a swig, then turned and gave her
a short kiss. He tasted a bit like the booze, but so did she so she didn't mind all too much.
"Good birthday, so far, babe?" Jason asked while Alexandria plucked the white, mini candles out of the cake.
"Amazing, Jase. Thanks so much." Jimena said with one of her famous grins. She couldn't believe how much Jason reminded her of Veto,
with slicked-back black hair and amazing deep brown eyes. His skin was darker than Vetos by a shade or two, and he wasn't quite as tall. But
it was all the same, wasn't it? He dressed like Veto, with black coats over casual shirts. Jason made her miss Veto less. He filled the hole
in her heart, the one BOTH Veto and Collin had left.
Why had she liked Collin, anyway? El Nueve had never associated with the surf-bunnies, and Jimena had no clue why she had started
then. But she supposed it was because of the same reasons she'd let her chola reputation slide for those years. And she could never answer
herself when she asked herself why she'd done that.
"Let's paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarty!" Someone from across the room yelled, and with the push of a button music filled the room. The party now
started. The cake thing had been a nessescary evil, and now they could go on. As the beat got faster, Jimena stood up from her chair. Jason
grinned as she moved to the make-shift dance floor and began to dance to the music seductively. Letting her body take-over, she let her mind
free to wander. Jimena had loved dancing as long as she could remember, but less than half her life she'd had the technique to let her
thoughts move to something other than her fellow dancers and her own moves.
She closed her eyes, having a large part of the 'floor' to herself becuase most people at the party weren't drunk enough to dance.
Jimena had never needed booze when it came to dancing. She closed her eyes, and let her thoughst go. They trailed along Jason for a while,
and she smiled. It was so sweet of him to go through all this trouble just for her birthday. And with all the stuff between those thugs from
Cattesson Street, he'd found the time, too.
Moving on, she thought back to her last birthday. She'd been at home, trying to think of someone to call. For so many years Jimena
had been alone. When she moved to San Diego just after her seventeenth birthday, all Jimena had was her family. All that was left of El Nueve
was back in Los Angeles, and other than that she didn't have many friends. There had been Collin's younger sister, though Jimena hadn't known
why she'd let herself hang out with freaks like that.
What was that girl's name? Se . . . Selena or something like that. Jimena stopped dancing, and opened her eyes. The room had been
watching her, and she knew. All eyes but Jason's moved away when she stopped, and Jimena grabbed her boyfriend's hand.
"Come on." She whispered, "Let's go outside."
Jason smiled, and picked up the bottle of whatever-Nicole-had-been-passing-around. Jimena wasn't sure what everyone brought, but
since she was turning twenty-one EVERYONE brought 'liquid refreshment'. Jason wasn't drunk yet, but she could see the glint that said he'
had his fair share of whatever was in the bottle. She took it from him with a grin and had a little bit for herself.
She handed the bottle back to Jason, and he stood up. Taking his hand, Jimena led him outside of his first-floor apartment. It was
late, so they didn't venture out of the building, but stuck to the halls. Jimena leaned against the wall, and Jason stood next to her. She
smiled. When in her life had she ever been happier?
But Jimena couldn't answer that question. Becuase two years of her life were simply a blur. Between fifteen and seventeen, Jimena
could remember very little. She remembered that red-haired girl, Collin's younger sister. She remembered Collin, but not more than the fact
that he surfed and when Jimena and his sister had started to fight, Collin had chosen his sister.
Outside, it was raining. The apartment building's main door was glass, and Jimena could see the dark shape of trees swaying with the
wind. The weather couldn't rightdully be called a storm -- it was really a light drizzle with very harsh winds. Jimena watched the drops
of water hit the door without a sound, and the trees thrashing violently. Jason chattered at her, and she only half listened. As sweet as he
was, Jason wasn't the best for a good conversation. No one in Jimena's gang was, really. But they were better than nothing, and they made it
much easier to leave everything else behind.
SMACK.
Something hit the glass, and out of impulse Jason grabbed Jimena around the shoulders and pushed her down. For a split second, she
though he was making some sort of drunken attempt and kissing her. But no, he though someone was shooting at the building. Jimena pushed him
off of her, and looked at the glass doors. They weren't broken, and the only person outside was a very old woman, walking slowly down the
road.
"Hold on a sec, I'm going to see what it was." Jimena told Jason, standing up and walking down the hall.
"Careful, it could be the Cattesson Streets, trying to get us out there." He warned.
"I don't think so. No cars in sight, and they'd have waited until she was gone." Jimena explained, motioning to the older woman who
was now slowly walking across the street to the decrepit old corner store by the apartments. She opened the door, and looked around on the
ground.
Something silver lay on the ground by the door. Jimena knelt to pick it up, and gasped.
"Catty?" She whispered, looking down at the moon amulet in her hand.
By Raisin
[Disclaimer -
Jimena, Serena, Catty, Vanessa, and all characters from the DotM books along with the original concept of Daughters and Followers belong to
Lynne Ewing. The words and plot are mine, don't take them. Additional characters were all created by me, and are mine.
Author's Note -
This is my first DotM fic, my first story submitted to Fanfiction.net, and my first even slightly successful attempt at fanfiction about a
book. I miss Themestream. ;_; And I was without music while I worked on this first chapter, so please ignore how much the rythym jumps. I
haven't fixed up typos and spelling errors, yet, but I was excited to get this up, so please forgive me.]
Twenty One. Twenty-one-years-old, and Jimena still felt like she was sixteen. As she blew out the candles of her birthday cake. Where
have the years gone? She asked herself while taking a deep breath. Everything is such a blur, I wish I could remember it all. She let the air
out and all twenty-one candles went out. A flash of scarlet hair and beautiful mocha eyes rushed through her head, but in half a second it
was gone. Jimena had the weird sense of de ja vu.
She ignored it, as someone to her right passed her a bottle. Jimena looked at it and grinned. Twenty-one, she told herself, and now
it's legal. She took a long drink from the bottle, and passed it to Jason next to her. He grinned and took a swig, then turned and gave her
a short kiss. He tasted a bit like the booze, but so did she so she didn't mind all too much.
"Good birthday, so far, babe?" Jason asked while Alexandria plucked the white, mini candles out of the cake.
"Amazing, Jase. Thanks so much." Jimena said with one of her famous grins. She couldn't believe how much Jason reminded her of Veto,
with slicked-back black hair and amazing deep brown eyes. His skin was darker than Vetos by a shade or two, and he wasn't quite as tall. But
it was all the same, wasn't it? He dressed like Veto, with black coats over casual shirts. Jason made her miss Veto less. He filled the hole
in her heart, the one BOTH Veto and Collin had left.
Why had she liked Collin, anyway? El Nueve had never associated with the surf-bunnies, and Jimena had no clue why she had started
then. But she supposed it was because of the same reasons she'd let her chola reputation slide for those years. And she could never answer
herself when she asked herself why she'd done that.
"Let's paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarty!" Someone from across the room yelled, and with the push of a button music filled the room. The party now
started. The cake thing had been a nessescary evil, and now they could go on. As the beat got faster, Jimena stood up from her chair. Jason
grinned as she moved to the make-shift dance floor and began to dance to the music seductively. Letting her body take-over, she let her mind
free to wander. Jimena had loved dancing as long as she could remember, but less than half her life she'd had the technique to let her
thoughts move to something other than her fellow dancers and her own moves.
She closed her eyes, having a large part of the 'floor' to herself becuase most people at the party weren't drunk enough to dance.
Jimena had never needed booze when it came to dancing. She closed her eyes, and let her thoughst go. They trailed along Jason for a while,
and she smiled. It was so sweet of him to go through all this trouble just for her birthday. And with all the stuff between those thugs from
Cattesson Street, he'd found the time, too.
Moving on, she thought back to her last birthday. She'd been at home, trying to think of someone to call. For so many years Jimena
had been alone. When she moved to San Diego just after her seventeenth birthday, all Jimena had was her family. All that was left of El Nueve
was back in Los Angeles, and other than that she didn't have many friends. There had been Collin's younger sister, though Jimena hadn't known
why she'd let herself hang out with freaks like that.
What was that girl's name? Se . . . Selena or something like that. Jimena stopped dancing, and opened her eyes. The room had been
watching her, and she knew. All eyes but Jason's moved away when she stopped, and Jimena grabbed her boyfriend's hand.
"Come on." She whispered, "Let's go outside."
Jason smiled, and picked up the bottle of whatever-Nicole-had-been-passing-around. Jimena wasn't sure what everyone brought, but
since she was turning twenty-one EVERYONE brought 'liquid refreshment'. Jason wasn't drunk yet, but she could see the glint that said he'
had his fair share of whatever was in the bottle. She took it from him with a grin and had a little bit for herself.
She handed the bottle back to Jason, and he stood up. Taking his hand, Jimena led him outside of his first-floor apartment. It was
late, so they didn't venture out of the building, but stuck to the halls. Jimena leaned against the wall, and Jason stood next to her. She
smiled. When in her life had she ever been happier?
But Jimena couldn't answer that question. Becuase two years of her life were simply a blur. Between fifteen and seventeen, Jimena
could remember very little. She remembered that red-haired girl, Collin's younger sister. She remembered Collin, but not more than the fact
that he surfed and when Jimena and his sister had started to fight, Collin had chosen his sister.
Outside, it was raining. The apartment building's main door was glass, and Jimena could see the dark shape of trees swaying with the
wind. The weather couldn't rightdully be called a storm -- it was really a light drizzle with very harsh winds. Jimena watched the drops
of water hit the door without a sound, and the trees thrashing violently. Jason chattered at her, and she only half listened. As sweet as he
was, Jason wasn't the best for a good conversation. No one in Jimena's gang was, really. But they were better than nothing, and they made it
much easier to leave everything else behind.
SMACK.
Something hit the glass, and out of impulse Jason grabbed Jimena around the shoulders and pushed her down. For a split second, she
though he was making some sort of drunken attempt and kissing her. But no, he though someone was shooting at the building. Jimena pushed him
off of her, and looked at the glass doors. They weren't broken, and the only person outside was a very old woman, walking slowly down the
road.
"Hold on a sec, I'm going to see what it was." Jimena told Jason, standing up and walking down the hall.
"Careful, it could be the Cattesson Streets, trying to get us out there." He warned.
"I don't think so. No cars in sight, and they'd have waited until she was gone." Jimena explained, motioning to the older woman who
was now slowly walking across the street to the decrepit old corner store by the apartments. She opened the door, and looked around on the
ground.
Something silver lay on the ground by the door. Jimena knelt to pick it up, and gasped.
"Catty?" She whispered, looking down at the moon amulet in her hand.