To those of you who read my last little fanfiction post will know who stupid I was asking where Cemetery Road was in Dublin. Lol. Thank you to the very helpful people who kindly showed me the error of my ways. This chapter would be lost without you guys. Enjoy! And don't forget to leave a little review, pretty please xx
Chapter 1:
Ghastly slowly lowered himself into one of the many armchairs in Skulduggery Pleasant's living room, and drank from his mug of tea as he watched Skulduggery pace back and forth, back and forth, across the living room.
"She'll be home soon." Ghastly remarked, to break the silence.
"She said she would. Yet, that was over an hour ago and she was just going to the shop! So tell me, Mr. Bespoke, how does it take a 17 year old girl an hour to walk a 30 minute journey to a shop to get milk?" Skulduggery's voice was rising with frustration.
"Skulduggery, what has gotten into you? You are clearly overreacting. Maybe she met someone, got caught up in conversataion and forgot to call you. Things happen, you shoudn't worry about her. What you should really worry about is yourself. You seem to be very tense and easily agitated of late, and I certainly am worried."
"It's nice to know you care Ghastly." Skulduggery sighed and slumped into an armchair across the room from his friend.
"I've just been getting a strange feeling in my bones lately," the skeleton detective continued,"you know? Like something really BAD is going to happen. I can't shake the feeling, no matter how hard I try."
"Yeah..." Ghastly muttered, deep in thought. Skulduggery noticed the sudden change in his friends mood and sat bolt upright.
"What is it?" Skulduggery asked.
"Hm? Oh eh, well it's just that you're not the first person to say that to me today." Ghastly said.
"Oh yes?" Skulduggery said, clearly intrigued.
"Well," Ghastly began,"at the last elders meeting we had, this morning's meeting that is, Erskine Ravel said exactly the same thing, that he had a fishy feeling inside, that something wasn't right. He..." Skulduggery's mobile ringing cut Ghastly off mid-sentence.
"It's Valkyrie." Skulduggery said. "I've got to take it."
"Of course." Ghastly nodded. Skulduggery answered the call and said frantically into the receiver,"Hello? Where are you? I've been so worried!" Ghastly heard several muffled words spoken from the other side of the phone and Skulduggery stiffened. "What? By who?!" the skeleton said, with much anger in his voice. "Where?" more muffled words. "I'm on my way." Skulduggery concluded the conversation and hung up. "I'm sorry Ghastly." he said. "I've got to go. Valkyrie's being followed by someone, just a few streets away. Of course she's not worried, but she's young. She might need help."
"Of course. I've got to get back to the Sanctuary anyway. Duty calls." Ghastly stood up and he and Skulduggery walked into the hallway. Skulduggery grabbed his revolover, hat and gloves from the table near the front door. He stuck his hat on his head, his relover in the inside pocket of his jacket and activated his facade. He opened the frot door and he and Ghastly stepped outside. Skulduggery turned back to lock the door as Ghastly continued to his car.
"I'll call you if we need you, Elder Bespoke." Skulduggery said, smirking as he said that "oh so official" Sanctuary title.
"Good luck." Ghastly said, opening his car door.
"Pah!" Skulduggeyr said,"Luck? Who needs luck?"