Part 2
It wasn't fair. The whole soulmate thing was overrated. ~A wonderful self revolution, my ass,~ Obsidian thought moodily.
She scowled out the window into the dark night. She didn't understand what Susanna's problem was. So they were soulmates - they should be together forever. Instead the bitch was running.
Obsidian sighed heavily. She had thought the soulmate thing would be the perfect cure. Wrong.
"So she freaked, so big deal, there are other people out there." The voice sounded rather disgusted.
Obsidian sighed. "That's easy for you to say, Pierce, you're the Ice Man, after all."
Piece Holt just smiled cruelly, his deep-set eyes flashing. "You're point? I knew when to get the hell *out* of there." His eyes narrowed slightly.
Obsidian didn't say anything. After running out on the chaos of Jez Redfern's destroyed gang he'd come into Obsidian's. Only now he was starting to drive Obsidian nuts. Where the hell was a Wild Power when you needed one?
"I thought you were whining that soulmates was overrated," Pierce pointed out.
Obsidian didn't answer him. She *had* said that, but lately, the goddamn soulmate principle was all she had been thinking about. She stood up, pacing around her room in the cheap-rent building they used as home and headquarters.
It was almost pathetic that she'd be so obsessive only over a girl she'd met barely two weeks ago and that she'd vowed if Susanna wasn't interested, then screw the bitch.
Now...
"Hey, what's happenin'? Where we hunting tonight?"
The voice was bright and cold at the same time. The figure who joined Pierce sitting on the bed was small and muscular, dark hair falling in tight curls to her shoulder, an aura of nastiness about her.
"Apparently no one tonight, Faith," Pierce said with a curl of his lips. "Obsidian's still obsessing over her girlfriend."
Faith snorted and waved a dismissive ring-laden hand. "Get a new girlfriend. Men suck."
Pierce was offended. "Not *all* of us are assholes."
Faith shrugged. "Most of you are. You in particular." She smiled unpleasantly.
Pierce gave her one of his coldest looks. Faith just sneered.
"Knock it off, both of you," Obsidian snapped.
"Are we hunting tonight or what? I'm staring."
The rest of the gang traipsed into Obsidian's room. They looked like a cross between a Halloween party and reject Goth Metal wannabes: piercings, leather, marble faces, colourful hair. The rest of the gang were Morticia Redfern, Sven Dvorjak and Glory Blackthorn.
They were all looking towards Obsidian or Pierce for instructions. They were the leaders, respected and well known amongst the dregs and rejects of the Night World.
Obsidian smiled. Maybe hunting *would* cheer her up. Then again, hunting was how she'd run into Susanna, the stupid hunter who had thought she could take Obsidian down...
Obsidian stopped pacing and started heading for the door. "Yeah, let's go kill something."
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It wasn't fair. The whole soulmate thing was overrated. ~A wonderful self revolution, my ass,~ Obsidian thought moodily.
She scowled out the window into the dark night. She didn't understand what Susanna's problem was. So they were soulmates - they should be together forever. Instead the bitch was running.
Obsidian sighed heavily. She had thought the soulmate thing would be the perfect cure. Wrong.
"So she freaked, so big deal, there are other people out there." The voice sounded rather disgusted.
Obsidian sighed. "That's easy for you to say, Pierce, you're the Ice Man, after all."
Piece Holt just smiled cruelly, his deep-set eyes flashing. "You're point? I knew when to get the hell *out* of there." His eyes narrowed slightly.
Obsidian didn't say anything. After running out on the chaos of Jez Redfern's destroyed gang he'd come into Obsidian's. Only now he was starting to drive Obsidian nuts. Where the hell was a Wild Power when you needed one?
"I thought you were whining that soulmates was overrated," Pierce pointed out.
Obsidian didn't answer him. She *had* said that, but lately, the goddamn soulmate principle was all she had been thinking about. She stood up, pacing around her room in the cheap-rent building they used as home and headquarters.
It was almost pathetic that she'd be so obsessive only over a girl she'd met barely two weeks ago and that she'd vowed if Susanna wasn't interested, then screw the bitch.
Now...
"Hey, what's happenin'? Where we hunting tonight?"
The voice was bright and cold at the same time. The figure who joined Pierce sitting on the bed was small and muscular, dark hair falling in tight curls to her shoulder, an aura of nastiness about her.
"Apparently no one tonight, Faith," Pierce said with a curl of his lips. "Obsidian's still obsessing over her girlfriend."
Faith snorted and waved a dismissive ring-laden hand. "Get a new girlfriend. Men suck."
Pierce was offended. "Not *all* of us are assholes."
Faith shrugged. "Most of you are. You in particular." She smiled unpleasantly.
Pierce gave her one of his coldest looks. Faith just sneered.
"Knock it off, both of you," Obsidian snapped.
"Are we hunting tonight or what? I'm staring."
The rest of the gang traipsed into Obsidian's room. They looked like a cross between a Halloween party and reject Goth Metal wannabes: piercings, leather, marble faces, colourful hair. The rest of the gang were Morticia Redfern, Sven Dvorjak and Glory Blackthorn.
They were all looking towards Obsidian or Pierce for instructions. They were the leaders, respected and well known amongst the dregs and rejects of the Night World.
Obsidian smiled. Maybe hunting *would* cheer her up. Then again, hunting was how she'd run into Susanna, the stupid hunter who had thought she could take Obsidian down...
Obsidian stopped pacing and started heading for the door. "Yeah, let's go kill something."
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