Oh, hey there you! You just caught me uploading yet another chapter! Sorry if any of them are a bit short. Please tell me in the review thing. So, when we last saw our heroes, Edward was hit by a crowbar, Allison was heartbroken but hiding it well, Tom didn't really care about much and Ruth was in Barry and just saw someone (Hal) talking to someone imaginary (Annie). Today's chapter takes place later that day. I might do a TWO DAYS LATER slightly later in the chapter. Depends how things Rock'n'Roll.
Allison's POV
Allison let go of the vampire's legs. They had been carrying him to Honolulu Heights and he wasn't light. They had cleaned most of the blood off him and his pulse was still happening, which was a good sign. Tom knocked on the door. They had put all his stuff in her bag. She didn't care. She was still mourning the death of her relationship with Tom. And it had been going so well.
Annie opened the door. She looked surprised to see Allison. Well, it appears I'm back she thought.
'Oh hey Allison. Nice to see you.' Annie said welcomingly, and then she noticed the bruised and bleeding body of the young vampire. 'THOMAS MCNAIR! WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE?' She yelled.
Tom recoiled slightly. Allison also recoiled slightly. Tom spoke after a short pause.
'E saved Allison's life. And e killed some vampires. And e is one!' He replied desperately.
'And he might be dying.' Allison added meekly.
Annie glared at Tom as if saying 'Why have you brought a semi-dead vampire to my house where we have a baby, you idiot?'
'Fine, but come in quickly, and don't let Eve see him.' She decided.
They lifted him up again and pulled him into the house. Allison saw Hal playing the lute to Eve, who wasn't crying, meaning she was probably enjoying the lute playing.
'Annie, where do we pu im?' Tom enquired.
'One of the spare rooms!' She replied, before renting a ghost to the kitchen.
The carried him up the stairs. He was hard to carry while walking along a flat surface, when carrying him against gravity it was like carrying a bag of bricks.
TWO DAYS LATER… Because I really don't want to just type two days of Tom and Allison avoiding each other. Seriously, how dull would that be? I'll shut up and get back to typing…
Edward's POV
Edward blinked twice. His arms felt light lead. He physically couldn't lift them. He blinked again. Why did his head hurt? Wait, where is he? Why does he smell of shampoo? He focussed his vision. Where? What? He closed his eyes. What time was it again? Ah shit… If he was dead then… Wait, he couldn't kill who ever was responsible, he was dead. Wait, he smelt tea. He loved tea! He opened his eyes and took in his surroundings.
Pale walls… And the curtains were shut. It appeared to be quite bright outside.
He blinked again.
He heard people downstairs. Wait, that meant this building had more than one floor. He finally gathered enough strength to lift one arm to his head. He winced. His forehead was badly bruised.
'…' He mumbled. He noticed he was in a bed. A soft bed. And he was naked. Like, completely naked. He pulled the duvet slightly higher. Wait… He was saving that female and now he was naked, in a bed room…
The crow-bar! The bloody crow-bar!
He swung his legs off the bed, covering himself with the duvet. He saw a wardrobe on the other side of the room.
'Fuck…' He muttered. How the hell was he going to get to the wardrobe in his current state without alerting anyone else in the house?
He wrapped the duvet around him like a toga, before getting to his feet slowly. He took small steps, each one taking vast quantities of energy to perform.
How the hell did he get into this situation? Urgh…
He finally reached the wardrobe. He opened it slowly, finding his clothes neatly hung up. He smiled. At least they care about the state of his clothes and, probably, washing him, seeing as he smelt of shampoo and not blood or ash. He dressed himself quickly, his dark clothes standing out from the pale room.
Once dressed, he noticed a unfamiliar lightness to his outfit.
'MY STUFF!' He exclaimed which, to his dismay, caused a young woman to literally appear in his room. She was holding a cup of tea and appeared to be surprised to see him dressed and standing by the wardrobe.
'You're awake!' She proclaimed.
'Yes. You're Annie Sawyer!' He observed.
'How do you know who I am?' She enquired, the conversation picking up pace.
'Pretty much every vampire in the world knows about you and Mitchell. And George and Nina. Which, by the way, I am sorry for your loss.' He replied his energy returning slightly. Intelligent conversation tended to do that. Made him feel normal.
'Okaaaay, now, why are you here?' She asked. She seemed to be asking a lot of questions today.
'You tell me. I was in an alleyway and now I'm here.' He replied, slightly cockily.
'Look, you saved Allison. You got knocked out. They brought you here. What were you doing?' She interrogated. She said each you accusingly.
'I saved Allison because that is how I roll.' He replied. He smirked slightly.
'You're not one of those posh, cocky vampires are you?' She enquired, appearing to grow tired of his charade.
'Only slightly and only when I don't know what day it is.' He replied sombrely.
She rolled her eyes and opened the door.
'The others are downstairs. I'm sure they're all dying to meet you. And it's Wednesday.' She said sarcastically, before walking out the door and heading downstairs.
He smirked. Nothing like irritating a famous figure to get you up in the morning.
He walked out the door of the room slowly, missing the comforting weight of his gun and his phone. Wait, where were his combs? Shit! His hair would be a mess!
He brushed it into a "Bieber Flick" with his hands.
Right, time to bite the proverbial bullet, as it were.
He walked down the stairs slowly, each step making a sound similar to a gong being clung.
He finally reached the bottom of the stairs. The whole house went silent. He was never good with social situations. Why did he have to get himself knocked out? Seriously, now he was wishing he had a time machine. Why did he believe in time machines? He shook his head. Remain focussed on the task at hand. Being polite, respectable and now trying to kill anyone. He was pretty good at not killing anyone actually… He should make himself a medal! He'd get right on it as soon as he got to the van! Yes. Wait, HIS KEYS! Shit. He lost his keys, his gun, his phone, his wallet, his fake ID, his combs, his bubble pipe and his condom. Wait, why did he even have a condom?
He followed the sound of talking into a bar/living room thing. It was one of the major indications he was probably in a hotel. Why was there a ghost in a hotel? And werewolves… He smelt werewolves… Probably the ones he saved earlier. He looked at the people in front of him. They were on sofas and chairs, chatting informally. He recognised Annie and the female he saved earlier and a familiar face. There was also a young man with a shaven head. The other vampire looked very familiar, where had he seen him before?
Edward coughed nervously. They all turned to see him. Well this was awkward…
He bowed with a flourish before announcing 'Edward Silver esquire! At your service.' The whole room was silent.
'Um… Hello Edward… I'm Allison.' Said the werewolf female called Allison.
He bowed with a flourish again, before kissing her hand. 'Charmed to make your acquaintance.'
She giggled. The young male werewolf seemed to be uncomfortable with this.
'Hal. Hal York.' Said the familiar faced vampire. He smiled nervously, this caused Edward to think I'm not the only nervous one here then. Which was true. None of them were completely… At home, so to speak.
The young man with the shaven head stood up and offered his hand.
'Thomas McNair.' He said solemnly. Edward shook his hand warmly.
'Well, it is lovely to meet you all. I'll be off then. Sorry for the trouble I've caused.' Edward said cheerily. The others looked shocked.
After a short pause Annie finally said 'No you're not.'
'On the contrary, I shall be leaving now. With all due respect of course.' He replied formally. He really didn't want to kill his way out. He liked these people, they helped him.
This time it was Allison who spoke. 'Please Mr Silver. You saved my life. At least tell us who you are.'
Is dis love? Is dis love? Is dis love?
Is dis love dat I'm feelin?
Is dis love? Is dis love? Is dis love?
Is dis love dat I'm feeling?
The reggae music cracked the awkward silence caused by Allison's comment. Edward spun around, seeing all his stuff neatly laid out on the bar behind him. Including his Iphone, which was emitting the noise.
I wanna know! I wanna know! I wanna know now!
Aaaaaaah
I got to know. Got to know. Got to know now aaaaaah….
'My bubble pipe! Oh baby I've missed you!' He yelled, picking up the bright red bubble pipe and hugging it, completely ignoring the offending Iphone. He turned around, his bubble pipe already in his mouth.
'Alright, I'll answer your questions. May I just say that this house is wonderful? A bar in the front room? Brilliant!' He exclaimed happily.
'Um… Thank you?' Asked Annie.
'So, question one. Why did you save me?' Asked Allison, wasting no time.
Edward stood awkwardly, the bubble pipe hanging from his lips. 'Because I wanted to?' He replied, not being entirely truthful.
'Question two. Why were you in Barry?' Asked Tom, sounding slightly more formal than usual.
'I like Barry?' Edward asked. He was being truthful now, just holding back information.
'Are you being entirely truthful Mr Silver?' Asked Allison, sensing more behind the answer.
'Truthful? Yes. In depth? No.' He answered. Alison smirked.
'So, what are the other reasons Mr Silver?' She probed.
'Well… A few reasons… One of which is that a member of my family will be arriving soon, I hope to say hello. Another reason is that there is a dog-fighting group in the area. I plan to… Destroy it.' He finished darkly.
'You have family' Asked Hal York, intrigued.
'A great-great-great-great-great grand daughter.' He replied.
'Oh?' Asked Allison.
'Yeah… Back in the seventeen seventies…' He replied, his eyes un-focusing and staring off into the distance. Back in the seventeen seventies… Back in the seventeen seventies…
Flashback…
Edward Silver strolled along the filthy streets of London with not a care in the world. The clouds were gathering. Vast quantities of rain would pour upon the city later that day, but by then he would be at home. Home to his fiancé and their child.
He was pulled into an alleyway at a speed he could not comprehend. Within moments he was bleeding from the neck, screaming in agony. Blood gushed from his neck, pouring over the entire alleyway, ruining his coat. Blood covered every surface in the alley.
And then everything went dark.
He saw terrible things. Men with sticks and ropes, refusing him into a doorway. Flames engulfing his house. Blood. Where ever he looked. Blood. And death. Blood, flames and death. He tried to scream but no sound came out. He tried to cry, but no tears fell.
He awoke. His neck hurt slightly. And he was hungry. So very hungry…
Now…
'Mr Silver! Mr Silver!' He heard a voice yell.
He blinked twice.
'Hello?' He asked curiously.
'You just sort of… Blacked out there. You looked like you were about to fall over.' Allison explained.
'What? Oh yeah. Sorry, flashback.' He replied, feeling a bit faint.
'Does that happen often?' Asked Hal, taking an interest in the conversation.
'More so than usual.' Ed replied absent mindedly.
'Well, you cant go ow on du streets like at. Oo shuld stay ere for a bi.' Tom suggested.
Edward knew himself and was pretty sure the young werewolf was right. Out on the streets like this he would be a danger to himself and the good people of Barry.
Annie nodded in agreement with Tom. 'You should stay until your family arrive. Will they be long?'
'I feel compelled to agree with you both, I can not thank you enough. They should be in Barry around now. I thank you again.' He replied graciously.
A day later. Which, in that time:
Edward and Hal discussed not drinking blood.
Tom and Allison avoided each other.
Annie made tea.
Eve cried.
And our heroes Ruth and Caroline slept in a B&B and then went sight-seeing. Well, isn't that what you do with sights? You see them? DUH!
Ruth's POV
Ruth was on a walk with Caroline. They were walking by the docks talking about the good looking man who ran the B&B. What? They were on their gap year? Isn't that what they were meant to do? You know what, whatever!
'His eyes!' Giggled Caroline.
'Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up fuzzball.' Replied Ruth. Caroline wasn't normally this giggly. May be it was the fact they'd had vodka before lunch? Only a shot, but still…
The approached a deserted building called Stoker LDT.
'Ruth, I think we should leave.' Suggested Caroline, sobering up and becoming her usual scaredy-cat self.
'Oh come on! Where's your sense of adventure?' Replied Ruth, not in the slightest sober.
'What if there's a rapist? We should go!' Complained Caroline.
'Or we could go inside and pretend to be welsh? Come on! It'll be a laugh!' Said Ruth, giggling slightly.
'Fine, but if anything happens, it's your fault!' She finally gave in.
Cutler's POV
Cutler sat in the control room of the Stoker building. He was on his phone, sitting at the skeleton table. He was updating his twitter. Full moon in a few days, everyone look out for doggies.
He smirked. Soon they'd be revealed and the Old Ones would respect him. And he'd be remembered. Just as Hal promised all those years ago… He'd be a history maker.
He heard voices in the reception. And they smelt… Human. One Scottish and one American. Both female. Slightly intoxicated.
He could all tell this from the sound and smell of their blood. He got up from his seat, putting his phone in his pocket. He walked briskly towards the stairs.
If they found out about vampires early there could be consequences. And not just for him, but for the whole species. He sped up, reaching the stairs quickly.
'You see, completely safe AND abandoned!' Boasted a Scottish voice.
'Wait! I hear someone coming!' Moaned an American voice.
And now it was feeding time…
AN
Hello Cutler, Nick Cutler!
Well, as you can see, this is the longest chapter yet! Let us all dance!
Anyway, this was hard to write as I had to keep it original and in no way stupid.
I think I did well. *grins like an idiot*
So, Edward has met dem lot at HH.
Ruth and Caroline are about to meet Cutler. Why do I feel this could end badly? He wouldn't kill off the two tourists would he? ! *cough* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *coughs twice* HA! HA HA!
Don't worry AylaAbbs, your girls are going to be treated as we agreed.
So, now for my SuperNatural Funtime Choice Game!
As we have decided almost everything, we are left with petty things, such as today's SNFTCG (SuperNaturalFunTimeChoiceGame)!
How would you get around?
I would use all the vehicles used by Mr Silver. You'll find out what they are in a later chapter. Perhaps the next one? It appears I have control over everything here… Naked TRAIN TIME!
See ya soon folks!
Please Review. PLEASE!
And another shout out to Queen Awesome AylaAbbs. You rock.
Sorry for making your characters get a little drunk…
And I am still not Lord Toby and I don't own Being Human.
