I'm back with my second story! This is a sequel to my first fanfiction Still Going Strong, but it will be understandable if you haven't read that. It starts during The Fiery Heart, aaand: it is entirely a Rose POV!
Who would have thought that my sweet loving boyfriend can be such a traitor? Looking into the eyes of said sweet, loving face – others would have called him kick-ass and scary - I would never have expected this innocent smile to hide such evil thoughts. Oh yes, my beloved darling was housing the devil in his skin.
A constant stream of swearwords was running through my head as I disentangled myself from a thorny bunch of blackberry branches.
"Take the back road, he says," I found myself mumbling. "You're stealthier than me. I'm too tall. Should have known that smile was no compliment to my sneaking skills."
Now be done with the talking to yourself, I then scolded myself, albeit not out loud anymore. My favorite jeans had just received a nasty scratch to the left butt pocket.
"Don't worry, your butt doesn't need any pockets to rock," I told myself. Out loud again, because the boyfriend aforementioned would not do my butt this much-needed favor, seeing as words like 'butt' were too outrageously obscene to ever come out of his mouth.
Now, while the exasperatingly tall and well-spoken male in mention was comfortably sauntering up the front yard of a neat little house in the suburbs of Dallas, I was fighting my way through the brambles to reach the backyard of the same direction.
I mean little branchy made short work of the sleeve of my fairly new t-shirt. Well, if I arrived at the house with my clothes torn to shreds, I resolved to at least profit from it by depriving my boyfriend of any benefits a half-naked body might promise.
If I could restrain myself, that is.
I tore myself loose from another wicked part of the plant and almost tumbled right into the little house's backyard. During my fight with the local vegetation, I hadn't registered how close I had come to the building. Great, Rose. You're too busy talking to yourself to notice when you're stomping into a possible Strigoi lair.
Not only that, but there were also Moroi in the house – one at least, though she could well be dead by now.
I made earnest with my sneaking skills now and ducked behind the last row of brambles. The yard was small and appeared entirely unheeded, though not as badly overgrown as what lay behind me. I had a good view of the one-storied building, which was a little withdrawn from the road and bordered the scanty forest I was coming from. The windows facing me opened to the kitchen – I could see a kitchen counter and a few kitchen utensils hanging on the walls.
I had to enter the back garden and near the house in plain side if I wanted to come from this side at all. And since I had arranged with my evil boyfriend to do so, this was exactly what I was going to do. I straightened myself and proceeded to cross the garden at a brisk, purposeful walk. No use in going slow when you were in full view.
The sun was sending its last evening rays over the horizon, and managed to reflect in the windows panes in a way that made it almost impossible for me to see inside. The sun reduced the risk of running into Strigoi, for a few more minutes at least, but it would set for good in a moment. I walked over the lawn to change my angle, and now could see much better inside.
What I saw inside was my boyfriend, in all his tall and gorgeous glory, holding a girl I had never before seen in his arms.
Ha ha. This is a very short teaser chapter, just to get started and to force me to write more, because the pressure to get new chapters written is a good driving force. I won't be able to update as often as I did with Still Going Strong (because for that one, I spent all my vacation typing away at my computer like a maniac), but I'll try my best. Tell me if you want to read more! Can anyone guess who the girl in the boyfriend's arms is?