Hello, This is a Vampirates fanfic I wrote. I'm not trying to replace the ones already out there but I thought we could do with a few more because there aren't that many and it's one of the best series of books out there.
This is basically a story about Grace, Lorcan and Darcy staying in Sydney (or New Sydney as they call it) on a mission from Mosh Zu. Some Romance latter; (GracexLorcan). It's not very clear in the beginning but you start to pick up the plot line after the first chapter. The story takes place after Blood Captain but doesn't have much to do with that plot line.
Warning: Contains spoilers.
Disclaimer: And no, I don't own Vampirates, because if I did there would be a lot more Romance.
Please let me know what you think by reviewing, I really appreciate it,
lol, bubblemoon66.
Grace Tempest stood nervously on the docking area of Lavender Bay. It was busy considering it was well after sunset. Sailors ran back and forth between container ships carrying cargo, to preoccupied to notice her. She looked towards the water once more but the Vampirate ship had already sailed out of view.
"So, where to next?" Grace smiled, as always, at the sound of Lorcan's voice. He had only recently recovered from his blindness but despite this had insisted that he traveled with Grace to New Sydney. She couldn't help but worry about him, even now, but at least if anything were to happen to him they'd have Darcy. Grace turned to her other companion in interest as Darcy fumbled around in her bag looking for a map. Darcy had kindly offered to assist Grace and Lorcan on their journey as they were getting ready to Sanctuary on a mission for the vampirate guru, Mosh Zu Kamal.
"Umm…If we head north then west we'll come to the city center, where we can get a couple of rooms for the day."
"Sounds good to me" Grace said yawning. "We're not even there yet and your already tired." Lorcan laughed, "I'm not tired!" Grace said pretending to be mad. "Come of, we don't all night."
As the three of them stepped off the docks and towards the darkened street, Grace looked around her; tall buildings stood on either side of the road hiding darkened alleyways in their shadows, what dark secrets lay hidden in this urban forest waiting to be unearthed? How many fugitives were veiled in the city streets living among normal, everyday people? She couldn't help shivering, Lorcan noticed and squeezed her arm gently "Don't worry about it, Grace"
They walked mainly in silence for a good part of an hour until they came to the slightly better district of Haymarket. "Ready to find somewhere to stay yet?" Darcy asked. Grace just nodded her head in agreement. She was tired having been up all morning sorting out all the small details for the trip, then when she was finally finished she had been to excited to get any rest.
"There's a hotel!" Darcy called cheerfully five minuets later. Grace struggled to see the sign hanging off the building in the dark, until stood in front of the large structure less then a minute later. She read aloud the sign aloud to them "The Floral Hotel"
Grace climbed the few steps up to the entrance and Lorcan held the door open as she and Darcy stepped inside, Grace blinked as her eyes were assaulted by the light which was almost dazzling compared to outside. As her eyes adjusted she noticed a group of soft white chairs clustered together in one corner. Spread across the room, on every available tabletop, and even extending to the floor, were vases of colorful flowers, filling the air with their fragrant perfume.
Lorcan stepped up the counter, a middle-aged man stood half asleep behind it. "Can I…. uhhh…help you? He asked rubbing his eyes? "Yes, three rooms if you have them, please"
"Yeah, rooms 20, 21, and 22"
"Thanks"
Lorcan took the keys that the receptionist held out, handing one to Grace and another to Darcy. "I'll ring the price up at the end of your stay. Rooms are down the hall then up the stairs. Have a…nice stay."
Grace glanced back at the clock in the lobby as the three of them walked down the long hallway; it was twenty minuets to four, no wonder the receptionist had been so tired. They climbed the stairs in silence each wondering about the days, and nights, ahead. Once they reached the rooms they had been given they said a short goodnight and Grace unlocked her room, inside it was dark to see, to tired to even turn on the lights to look around, Grace lay down on the bed and drifited off into a deep sleep.
Thanks for reading, R&R.
