Crossover – Morganville Vampires + Hush, Hush
This is my first fanfiction so i'm kind of new at this but we'll see how it goes...
Nora's Point of View:
Pepper. I spotted his memorable cowboy hat across the parking lot. What did he want this time? I hadn't seen him since the battle. We don't talk about the battle anymore, especially around Vee after what happened. We just try to forget about it, but it's impossible to convince ourselves. The memories played over, again and again in my head.
If only Scott had let me die. He shouldn't have sacrificed himself. I was the leader of the Nephilim, and it was part of the job description that my life would be on the line. To think my best friend's boyfriend took my place. I know, deep down, Violet still blames me for his death but she doesn't say much about the entire ordeal.
Violet changed after Scott died. Nobody calls her Vee anymore. She asked us not to because that was what Scott used to call her and it was too painful to be reminded of him every single day. Vee still grieved and the name didn't really match her personality anymore. It was too chirpy, upbeat even.
She insisted we call her Violet instead. It took some adjustment but we made the effort. I would do anything for Violet, especially after what she's been through. It aches that I've done this to her, I've changed her for the worse. I've still got my soulmate, but I took hers away. She's so lonely now. It's been three months and Violet still won't talk about Scott.
But we don't push her. We have to give her time. People deal with grief in different ways.
Right now, she was wandering around the boulevard aimlessly. She was staring into the window of a furniture shop when I'd left her. I didn't want to but Pepper was relentless. He had texted me five times within about ten minutes. This was harassment. I was only meeting him to get him off my back. He said it was urgent but I wasn't sure what to believe anymore. Patch offered to come with me, to keep me safe. But I was a big girl; I could take care of myself. Plus he was busy setting up our new apartment.
Better get this over with.
I strode over to Pepper, who was leaning on his Black Mini casually. His attire was neutral, nothing special. He wore a plain white button down shirt and dark blue jeans, with luminous green sneakers. Classy.
"What do you want? I've got places to be, people to see you know. You can't just summon me here out of the blue like this!" I cried, as I approached.
He quickly rose, straightening his clothing and hurriedly reaching through the open window of the car. His hand resurfaced, and held a golden envelope, embellished and closed with a personalised seal. There was a name imprinted on the front, written in a long, flowing, handwritten font. It was my name. He held the envelope out toward me timidly. I tentatively took it from him and turned it over in my hands.
"Do you know who it's from?" I questioned, curious as to who would attempt to contact me in such an old-fashioned, traditional manner.
"It would be better if you just read it." Pepper replied, glancing anxiously from side to side.
Why was he so on edge? Only one thing made an archangel this wary – the Vendurians – and they couldn't possibly be contacting me. The war was over. Why would the head council of the archangels want to talk to me?
Read on to find what is contained within this mysterious envelope..
Reviews would be nice - any ways to improve, tips or ideas for the storyline would be appreciated :) Thanks
