I was overwhelmed by the response I got for the last one, and thank you to
everyone who reviewed. Sorry about delay it's what school and birthday does
to you.
Red 2 Reviews!
Sparkle: please please keep reading!
Kitty Maxwell: She always is. Fate is fickle my friend. Thanks for the compliment.
Pandie: I am sorry. But red deserves it chauvinist pig. I ain't promising no happy endings ok? I should really start reading that again..
Anitia: Dude sorry ok.. ( 2nd last what? Thank you.!
practikalmagik : Here is red 3 and don't have apanic attack!
Dolphin:YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Oligirl: I am amazed at his patients myself. But soulmates are soulmates. But don't be too pitiful for him.. He is evil.
Nikki: Cos she's Red's girl. Duh!
Zabella: Thank you.
Shelli: Have you found your soulmate? Shows what imagination I have having the same ending don't it? I am evil.. so sue me.
Redaura: Language language! It's not long if you live forever. Well done on learning to spell your name.
SkyDrache: Stoned probably. I can't remember. Oh well. Well Red would probably come back as well. They are both damn annoying like that.
Intoduction Reviews:
Shadow: Me mean? I don't think so!
Redaura: Now suit you at all?
Kitty Maxwell: It worked I have 2 reviews from you! I am not complaining however! Do I chocolate Ice cream?
Anatia: Dude, I doubt I will get more than 150 reviews!! I doubt weather I'll get a hundred!
Practikalmagik: You wouldn't be saying that if you met Red on a dark night.
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Truth is someone lying
Talitha opened her eyes to the never-ending darkness that enraptured her body and soul. "Get your arse outer bed Tali before I come in there and kick it out for you." Talitha groaned and pulled off the wonderfully warm covers.
She pulled ruffly on her dressing gown hook and dragged it across the stone floor as she waded into the kitchen. Old Mary was there as she had been all of Talitha's 16years. At 112 Mary was old even for a witch, in human years she looked about 55. A round plump woman with a permanently happy expression.
Walking over to the merrily bubbling cauldron Talitha dipped her finger in it, pulling out some puke like green liquid with lumps. A large smack came down on her hand, and Old Mary pushed passed Talitha and back to the pot.
Talitha stuck her finger in her mouth, sucking slightly at the lump. She inwardly sighed a sigh of contentment. From passed experience Talitha knew the more putrid Old Mary's cooking looked, the more tasty it was.
Moving back Talitha headed back to the table, which she had passed on the way and settle into the comfiest chair, which was in her place at the table, not you understand by coincidence. Sitting up suddenly she grimaced.
It was not the right chair. Someone had moved HER chair. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she looked round the table for the right chair. All were wooden with padding on top, decorated in various fashions of black flowers and animals.
However some had more of the padding missing than others. Such as Falme's which had no soft padding only broken springs and the cover was ripped. His was still in his place. Falme had not taken her chair.
Marie. Well she normally sat on Falme anyway, so why would she? And being vampires neither of them sat down to eat as much as the rest. Hmmm. What about Basset? He maybe very old, but he did like his practical jokes.
And Helix. Well he was the only one sitting in his chair. And the only looking at her with the utmost suspicion. Or maybe that was because she was looking like she was about to kill him with her eyes? But Helix didn't play practical jokes. No too mature.
The chairs... All were there so one must be hers. Yes Basset. He was up late last night and was- She was cut short by Helix interrupting her. "What has happened?"
"Shut up." Her reply was short and sharp. He eyed her until she explained further. " I am solving the case of the misplaced chair." He raised his eyebrow so far it almost disappeared into his hairline.
"Basset changed it because he didn't like having a spring in his back the whole time he ate."
"He doesn't need to eat, he's a vampire, if you hadn't noticed. Plus he should have asked, and he doesn't bruise!" Talitha exclaimed with the full strength of her voice.
"Miss Talitha Isabella Montague, please behave. I merely replaced your chair because mine was uncomfortable and I had had it for years. If you feel so strongly I shall willingly change it back." Damn right you'll change it back, Talitha mentally hurled all abuse at him that she could, knowing that Helix being a witch couldn't hear it and tell her off and Basset would just laugh anyway.
"Someone better wash their mouths out with soup." Falme said jovially as he always was first thing in the evening. His soulmate followed him, Marie as ever smiling as well. Sometimes it made Talitha sick.
"Hey Tali. Heard Helix yell at you already, and that was to get up, so by your standards you're doing quite well." Marie's body and manner were of a gentle twelve year old, yet Talitha knew she was very old.
Tali grinned and shrugged off the praise. "Meeting in an hour everyone." Helix reminded everyone to the sounds of many 'oh fuck it', 'not another hour of boredom' and Talitha's 'Good I need to catch up on my sleep'.
Half and hour later Tali and Marie were gathered in the bedroom that they, according to guidelines they shared, however Marie lived more in Falme's room.
"Five minutes" Was Helix's shout from the other room. In the wooden framed house, with it's stone brick walling, Talitha felt what she could never be. A lady. Powerful and rich. She did not like many of the saps of London, live in slums, instead she lived on Tamara turf, under a safe roof not far from the centre. She had even once glimpsed King Luther, the great bear shifter king, before that is he died.
Before the wars began. Before 10,000 years was up. Before whoever was next took over.
Talitha examined herself. She did not like the customary dresses all the lady's of society wore. They did not allow you to fight. Instead she and most fighting females of Tamara wore long loose robes, which were light and layered. They were tied once under the bust and once very loosely around the waist.
To face the weather the ladies generally wore cloaks that hung, attached via a broach, off there shoulders and onto the ground.
Talitha picked up her stake and silver knife attaching them to her thigh on a leather sash she had taken off a werewolf. She then pulled her hair into a tight bun, a small streak of ashy white blonde hung on her face. She had four streaks of this colour in her hair.
"Ladies we don't have all night." Falme sounded impatient. Marie glanced worriedly at the door.
"I think we are about ready. Hold on I haven't- Tali, honey, have you seen my- you know." She looked desperate. Talitha's mind blanked on what Marie was on about. "Look, boys," Marie seeing Tali's confusion, continued, "We'll catch you up in a minute alright?"
Sounds of consent reached through the door and heavy footsteps signalled there departure. Marie turned to Tali and whispered, "Where are my pants?" Talitha burst instantly into hysterical laughter.
"Your.... (laugh).... not.... (laugh).... wearing... (laugh) them?" Talitha asked choking as she spoke. Marie shook her head, her face a florissant pink. "Ok ok, when did you last" Talitha dissolved into laughter.
"I hate you." Marie said as she dived out the room. Into Falme's room, that would be the last place she had them on, thought Talitha still marginally hysterical.
Eventually they both made their way to the front door, pants and all, and walked out into the evening biting air. It was at that exact point that they both realised they forgot to pick up their cloaks.
An old pervy gentlemen walked passed the ogling there breasts and smiling to himself. Talitha crossed her arms and respectfully gave the man the finger.
After a period of half an hour, Talitha and Marie managed to work out where the building was and how to find it. "Next time," Marie commented resolutely, "I'll go pantless."
This made them hysterical. They reached the meeting hall still hysterical. They entered the quiet, packed hall still hysterical.
Silence deafened them. Talitha swore under her breath and Marie grimaced. A strong hand pulled them out of the doorway and into the warm heat.
Talitha blushed to see the General of Tamara Dan. He was joint leader with James. Dan, Talitha had only seen from great distances. He was a vampire to hold in ore. He was old, he was respected, he was great with a sword, and he was practically the fittest guy Talitha had ever seen.
He was in the dark corner now, pulling the girls against the back fire. He then stood in the dark waiting for the formal proceeding to take place. The meeting would be a lecture on current situations, by the 2nd of Tamara, the wonderful, Talitha thought sarcastically, Basset. No one saw the leaders, either of them normally at least. But he was here now.
I must come late more often. Talitha grinned as the thought circled her mind.
"I wouldn't suggest it." Dan spoke from behind her.
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Red 2 Reviews!
Sparkle: please please keep reading!
Kitty Maxwell: She always is. Fate is fickle my friend. Thanks for the compliment.
Pandie: I am sorry. But red deserves it chauvinist pig. I ain't promising no happy endings ok? I should really start reading that again..
Anitia: Dude sorry ok.. ( 2nd last what? Thank you.!
practikalmagik : Here is red 3 and don't have apanic attack!
Dolphin:YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Oligirl: I am amazed at his patients myself. But soulmates are soulmates. But don't be too pitiful for him.. He is evil.
Nikki: Cos she's Red's girl. Duh!
Zabella: Thank you.
Shelli: Have you found your soulmate? Shows what imagination I have having the same ending don't it? I am evil.. so sue me.
Redaura: Language language! It's not long if you live forever. Well done on learning to spell your name.
SkyDrache: Stoned probably. I can't remember. Oh well. Well Red would probably come back as well. They are both damn annoying like that.
Intoduction Reviews:
Shadow: Me mean? I don't think so!
Redaura: Now suit you at all?
Kitty Maxwell: It worked I have 2 reviews from you! I am not complaining however! Do I chocolate Ice cream?
Anatia: Dude, I doubt I will get more than 150 reviews!! I doubt weather I'll get a hundred!
Practikalmagik: You wouldn't be saying that if you met Red on a dark night.
Please read shameless plug at bottom of page!
Truth is someone lying
Talitha opened her eyes to the never-ending darkness that enraptured her body and soul. "Get your arse outer bed Tali before I come in there and kick it out for you." Talitha groaned and pulled off the wonderfully warm covers.
She pulled ruffly on her dressing gown hook and dragged it across the stone floor as she waded into the kitchen. Old Mary was there as she had been all of Talitha's 16years. At 112 Mary was old even for a witch, in human years she looked about 55. A round plump woman with a permanently happy expression.
Walking over to the merrily bubbling cauldron Talitha dipped her finger in it, pulling out some puke like green liquid with lumps. A large smack came down on her hand, and Old Mary pushed passed Talitha and back to the pot.
Talitha stuck her finger in her mouth, sucking slightly at the lump. She inwardly sighed a sigh of contentment. From passed experience Talitha knew the more putrid Old Mary's cooking looked, the more tasty it was.
Moving back Talitha headed back to the table, which she had passed on the way and settle into the comfiest chair, which was in her place at the table, not you understand by coincidence. Sitting up suddenly she grimaced.
It was not the right chair. Someone had moved HER chair. Her eyes narrowed into slits as she looked round the table for the right chair. All were wooden with padding on top, decorated in various fashions of black flowers and animals.
However some had more of the padding missing than others. Such as Falme's which had no soft padding only broken springs and the cover was ripped. His was still in his place. Falme had not taken her chair.
Marie. Well she normally sat on Falme anyway, so why would she? And being vampires neither of them sat down to eat as much as the rest. Hmmm. What about Basset? He maybe very old, but he did like his practical jokes.
And Helix. Well he was the only one sitting in his chair. And the only looking at her with the utmost suspicion. Or maybe that was because she was looking like she was about to kill him with her eyes? But Helix didn't play practical jokes. No too mature.
The chairs... All were there so one must be hers. Yes Basset. He was up late last night and was- She was cut short by Helix interrupting her. "What has happened?"
"Shut up." Her reply was short and sharp. He eyed her until she explained further. " I am solving the case of the misplaced chair." He raised his eyebrow so far it almost disappeared into his hairline.
"Basset changed it because he didn't like having a spring in his back the whole time he ate."
"He doesn't need to eat, he's a vampire, if you hadn't noticed. Plus he should have asked, and he doesn't bruise!" Talitha exclaimed with the full strength of her voice.
"Miss Talitha Isabella Montague, please behave. I merely replaced your chair because mine was uncomfortable and I had had it for years. If you feel so strongly I shall willingly change it back." Damn right you'll change it back, Talitha mentally hurled all abuse at him that she could, knowing that Helix being a witch couldn't hear it and tell her off and Basset would just laugh anyway.
"Someone better wash their mouths out with soup." Falme said jovially as he always was first thing in the evening. His soulmate followed him, Marie as ever smiling as well. Sometimes it made Talitha sick.
"Hey Tali. Heard Helix yell at you already, and that was to get up, so by your standards you're doing quite well." Marie's body and manner were of a gentle twelve year old, yet Talitha knew she was very old.
Tali grinned and shrugged off the praise. "Meeting in an hour everyone." Helix reminded everyone to the sounds of many 'oh fuck it', 'not another hour of boredom' and Talitha's 'Good I need to catch up on my sleep'.
Half and hour later Tali and Marie were gathered in the bedroom that they, according to guidelines they shared, however Marie lived more in Falme's room.
"Five minutes" Was Helix's shout from the other room. In the wooden framed house, with it's stone brick walling, Talitha felt what she could never be. A lady. Powerful and rich. She did not like many of the saps of London, live in slums, instead she lived on Tamara turf, under a safe roof not far from the centre. She had even once glimpsed King Luther, the great bear shifter king, before that is he died.
Before the wars began. Before 10,000 years was up. Before whoever was next took over.
Talitha examined herself. She did not like the customary dresses all the lady's of society wore. They did not allow you to fight. Instead she and most fighting females of Tamara wore long loose robes, which were light and layered. They were tied once under the bust and once very loosely around the waist.
To face the weather the ladies generally wore cloaks that hung, attached via a broach, off there shoulders and onto the ground.
Talitha picked up her stake and silver knife attaching them to her thigh on a leather sash she had taken off a werewolf. She then pulled her hair into a tight bun, a small streak of ashy white blonde hung on her face. She had four streaks of this colour in her hair.
"Ladies we don't have all night." Falme sounded impatient. Marie glanced worriedly at the door.
"I think we are about ready. Hold on I haven't- Tali, honey, have you seen my- you know." She looked desperate. Talitha's mind blanked on what Marie was on about. "Look, boys," Marie seeing Tali's confusion, continued, "We'll catch you up in a minute alright?"
Sounds of consent reached through the door and heavy footsteps signalled there departure. Marie turned to Tali and whispered, "Where are my pants?" Talitha burst instantly into hysterical laughter.
"Your.... (laugh).... not.... (laugh).... wearing... (laugh) them?" Talitha asked choking as she spoke. Marie shook her head, her face a florissant pink. "Ok ok, when did you last" Talitha dissolved into laughter.
"I hate you." Marie said as she dived out the room. Into Falme's room, that would be the last place she had them on, thought Talitha still marginally hysterical.
Eventually they both made their way to the front door, pants and all, and walked out into the evening biting air. It was at that exact point that they both realised they forgot to pick up their cloaks.
An old pervy gentlemen walked passed the ogling there breasts and smiling to himself. Talitha crossed her arms and respectfully gave the man the finger.
After a period of half an hour, Talitha and Marie managed to work out where the building was and how to find it. "Next time," Marie commented resolutely, "I'll go pantless."
This made them hysterical. They reached the meeting hall still hysterical. They entered the quiet, packed hall still hysterical.
Silence deafened them. Talitha swore under her breath and Marie grimaced. A strong hand pulled them out of the doorway and into the warm heat.
Talitha blushed to see the General of Tamara Dan. He was joint leader with James. Dan, Talitha had only seen from great distances. He was a vampire to hold in ore. He was old, he was respected, he was great with a sword, and he was practically the fittest guy Talitha had ever seen.
He was in the dark corner now, pulling the girls against the back fire. He then stood in the dark waiting for the formal proceeding to take place. The meeting would be a lecture on current situations, by the 2nd of Tamara, the wonderful, Talitha thought sarcastically, Basset. No one saw the leaders, either of them normally at least. But he was here now.
I must come late more often. Talitha grinned as the thought circled her mind.
"I wouldn't suggest it." Dan spoke from behind her.
-*-
Ok shameless Plug inserted here! -( Do you *ultra dramatic* want to be a part of the Fourth Fighters? Do you want to be in the same town as Red? If so *cheesiest smile in history of cheesy smiles* Join the Fourth RPG, run by me and Redaura (not up and running yet, still excepting members!: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/The_Fourth_RPG/
REVIEW! It's hard going back to no reviews.... please? I miss the sounds of You have email, then fanfiction.net review alert....
(
