Author note: I do not own Evermore or any other book in the Immortals series. I merely wrote my story based off of it due to the sheer love I have for it.
Ever: Uhhh, Isn't that obvious? The book clearly has Alison Noel's name on it as the author.
Me: *death glare* Just shut up and go magic another Damen up or something.
Ever: I was just pointing out that-
Me: What did I say, Ever?* death glares and eye twitch*
Ever: Oh fine. You don't own Evermore or any other... yada yada. Are you happy now?
Me: I believe I am, now on with the story!
Drina: Finally. Ever's voice is making my ears bleed.
Chapter One: Meet The Cast (Did I Mention Patient Zero?)
The extra stood up inspecting the makeup artist's handy work with glee. She was only an extra, but oh man, when she caught on she would be BIG. She'd have a huge pent house with more rooms than she could count, more lovers than Marilyn Monroe, and she'd have money enough to swim in- to use as napkins! All she had to do was show him how well she could act; then, she would become star of the show instead of that blonde nobody they had in the lead, and she'd be kissing the gorgeous male co star. She would be fighting zombies with her glorious sparing skills and special effects to make it all look amazing... everyone would love her! She'd be all over magazines. She'd- someone knocked on the door breaking her fantasy. She jumped, her heart nearly stopping. She'd been so deep in her fantasy that she'd zoned out. She was currently staring at a poster of the star. Lucky bitch. She pulled on the torn and bloodied shirt and skinny jeans ensemble the wardrobe designer had created. Vainly she inspected herself, wishing she was the one wearing the cool post apocalyptic outfits the stars of the movie had donned earlier. There was another knock just as she reached the door, this one more impatient and demanding. She opened the door and smiled. The director's assistant, wearing a plain green cashmere sweater and black chain embroidered dress pants that did nothing for her shape, cradled her clip board under her arm and tightened her pony tail- a nervous tick she couldn't quite shake and didn't notice anymore.
"What's taking you so long? Zombie extras were supposed to be out and ready to go five minutes ago," Haven exclaimed tweaking her glasses back into place, nervous tick two.
"Oh! Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I must have lost track of time and I had no clue that we-," the young Hollywood hopeful began, glancing down at her watch in horror.
"No time to make excuses, get to the set!," Haven replied hastily, her yellow eyes focusing on the girl with a look of impatience that made anyone hurry.
The girl let out a squeak as she tripped down the stairs and to the set. Haven read over the list of extras, heading off to gather the other stragglers with a disapproving look back at the distressed girl. She, like many others, had not had her cherry popped so to speak and probably had the notion that this would be easy. Not a chance. This business was the type that would eat you up and spit you out if you weren't fully aware of its true colors. She felt bad for the girl really but she didn't have the time to be gentle. Besides, the extra probably had family and friends back home to catch her should she fail. Haven had heard a few of the other cast members criticizing her getting quite sick earlier, so her nerves were obviously already shot. With a final shake of her head she cleared the extra and her weak nerves from her head and continued to gather extras. She would be damned if this movie fell behind.
Ever emerged wearing her post apocalyptic outfit, closing the door and stretching. Two hours in that damn wardrobe area had made her stiff and sore, but she guessed it was worth it. Really, they did an amazing job on everyone. She could have sworn she was in a zombie apocalypse! A girl hurried past in full costume and she stumbled out of the way, looking the direction the girl had come from in confusion. Her eyes focused on Haven and she couldn't help but grin. Haven had toned down her wardrobe for professionalism's sake, but her yellow impatient glare still prompted people- sometimes even Ever- to immediately obey. This was her domain indefinitely, no question about it what with Haven's impeccable organization skills and ability to deal with Divas... psh, well most divas. When it came to Drina she was like a puppy which wouldn't bug her ordinarily but it just seemed so unhealthy. She even talked like her sometimes. At least she tried to but Drina had a special mocking insincerity to the way she talked. She'd only met the girl once and she already wanted to strangle her.
*flash back* It had been at a party Miles had thrown at his luxurious and over-sized penthouse a few months ago. At the time she'd been perma-glued to Damen, her long legs showcased by a thigh high slit in her lusciously red floor sweeping gown, diamonds embedded in the material and the back riding extremely low. Ever's first thought had been 'Oh my god, this woman is gorgeous'. Drina had given her a dead on and mocking look and Ever had clutched her drink a little tighter in her hands, comparing it to Drina's classy and simple flute of champagne. She herself was drinking a Cesar. Her second comparison was the way people seemed riveted on Drina's every word, and Ever was about as interesting as an outdated fashion from last fall. Drina made her look like a little girl playing dress up and yet they were pretty much the same age, which miffed Ever completely. She had been so focused on freaking out over Drina that she had completely by passed Damen, every 6 foot something dark and mysterious inch of him. That is until her Cesar slipped out of her hands and began its horrendous voyage to the ground, only to be saved by a smooth and tanned hand. She blinked in shock and picked her jaw up off the ground, regaining her normal assumption of a slightly sarcastic and laid back girl. As she opened her mouth to thank him with total nonchalance she lost her voice, her blue eyes meeting his brown eyes and locking. With a tremendous struggle she took the glass from his hands and smiled with the nonchalance she'd just completely blown.
"Thanks, that would have been awful to clean up and it would have made the worst stain on everyone's clothes," Ever laughed lightly, cringing at amused and knowing looks on the faces of the people around her. She just wanted to crawl under one of the couches and hide out the rest of the night...
"Hey, it happens to the best of us. Actually," Damen leaned in conspiratorially to address the group," I think I saw waitress purposely leaving cooking oil on her hands while handling the glasses earlier. The absolute nerve of the help, you know what I'm saying?"
The group consisting of two big shot directors and three big time Hollywood stars laughed and she breathed a sigh of relief. Even though she hadn't liked the help looking like a joke after all the hard work they'd done, she was grateful for Damen making everyone forgive her faux paux by using his grudgingly charming sense of humor. Drina got a wickedly jealous look that went unnoticed by anyone but Ever, because as quick as it had appeared it was gone again. She went back to being the charming and lovely Drina. And as the evening wore on she went out of her way to embarrass and shut up Ever, all the while Damen trying to cover it up. At the end of the night Ever decided her apartment really wasn't that bad after all. She didn't want to be going to Holly wood parties if those were regular occurrences. She really didn't know what was worse, having someone try to make her look bad or having someone defend her and fuel the fire for some reason she couldn't touch. For whatever reason either had been that way she was glad the night was over and had put it out of her mind that is until she had heard about the people Mile's planned on casting as her co-stars.
*end of flash back* Ever walked onto the set and picked up her script, the underlined and highlighted one she had prepared the night before and had Mile's keep safe for her. Her last script had been mysteriously, meaning Drina had done it and then gone back to being sweet and charming, thrown into the set's water cooler. She strolled over to her chair and brushed a baby soft hair out of her eyes, the sun hitting her bountiful strands and illuminating them as if they were spun from the finest gold the world could offer. Damen observed her as if in a trance for a few minutes adoring the way the spot between her eyebrows crinkled as she concentrated on the lines she read and re-enacted in her head- such a beautiful and sublime creature, vibrant and captivating in a quiet way that wasn't over amped. Drina shone but her light was harsh, it burned the soul with an icy grip you could only stand for so long. Ever glowed but that glow was warm and sweet to lay the eyes on, caressing and soothing even the darkest person's demons. She was a diamond in a rhinestone world of girls caked in makeup and fake personalities their agents had said would get them roles in movies. Drina's touch pulled him from his reverie and he sighed momentarily in annoyance as he resisted the urge to remove his arm from Drina's grip. God she was insistent but if they were to get along for the duration of this movie he would have to suppress his urge to force Drina to stop acting like they were still together. Reluctantly he smiled at her politely and nodded a hello. She returned his smile with a flirty one and cocked her head to the side, tossing her hair over her shoulder and tracing her fingers along his arm.
"So Damen, there's this party and I can't find a single date to it, "Drina grinned looking at him with an imploring look," Would you be a doll and go with me just this one time? I promise it's just as friends."
Damen held back a roll of his eyes and an exasperated groan. Drina not able to find a date. Right. Coincidentally hell froze over as well, and pigs grew wings and started to fly. This was a scheme she had cooked up no doubt in an attempt to get him back, one of the many she had employed actually as of recent. Damen hated her hot shot attitude and the way she was always getting jealous. It wasn't like she even loved him. She thought she did but really it just came down to her being a possessive diva that couldn't stand to lose anything or not get what she wanted. He was done with it and he wasn't an item. So a month ago he had dumped her and she was still at it despite his steady refusal of her advances. He might have to do this or she would never stop... or she would try harder and his not going would be a major catalyst in his loss of sanity. Oh, but the torture of her hitting on him everyday... he really couldn't bear it. If anything he'd at least be able to enjoy the company of the party goers, right?
"Uh, sure. I mean if you can't find a date but just this once," he replied with a cordial tone, trying to avoid appearing overly eager about it and at the same trying to avoid causing her to bring her claws out- an action that would bring Drina's rage fully on Ever.
"Great! So it's in a couple of days and I can let her know I'm bringing a plus one," she replied with an almost evil glee.
Damen sighed and decided to let her have her delusions for one night. Really, it was whatever helped her sleep at night. He walked off towards the table the caterers had set up and reached a hand out to grab a muffin, bypassing the bran and blueberry muffins in favor of a banana one. Ever approached the table and he smiled at her before eyeing what she'd grabbed. A yogurt with oatmeal. In the background was Mile's shouting at the extras and sounding stressed which made everyone feel stressed. The extras were just so... inexperienced. Damen let his thoughts trail back to Ever who never seemed to want to focus her attention on him for more than a second, as if it were some phobia. She nodded hello and predictably turned her attention towards her food gathering again, so he cleared his throat and reached out to touch her shoulder. She jerked back predictably and he caught her yogurt with his quick reflexes, Ever reached out to grudgingly to retrieve it from him gripping it with her finger tips.
"Always dropping things, eh Ever?," Damen winked looking her in the eye," You know some people would call that clumsy."
She got that look. That one he could see encroaching her face as they spoke and braced himself knowing something acidic was about to pass from between her lips. Not exactly acid but he didn't know why. Drina? How was Drina his fault? It's not like he could control her and yeah he was absolutely enraptured by Ever but Drina could be such a hell bitch. He just wanted to protect her damnit.
"Hm, well Damen some people would and do call you other things you wouldn't like either. Care to hear a few?,"Ever smiled back in purposely undisguised contempt.
"Er…. Nah I'll just… I'm good, good luck on the set today," He blushed quickening his food search and wandering back to where Drina beckoned expectantly, eyeing Ever with thinly veiled contempt which tamed as he made his way to her.
Ever gathered her script watching him retreat and sighing in dismayed relief as he followed Drina like a puppy, stuffing down her bile and disappointment and muttering under her breath at his back,"Thanks….. You too, I think you're really great but you're head is a little far up a divas ass…"
Author Note: Would love Reviews, guys ^-^ First story and I would love to know how I can make it better, always ready to employ people's ideas and things they want to see in the story. Don't worry, zombie outbreaks are coming in the next chapter. Had to develop the Characters a bit and start thingsoff and bet you can guess who patient zero is ;)