Helloo and welcome to a new chapter~
First of all, thanks to those who reviewed! I appreciate it.
Secondly, I've chosen a name! Liv.
Liv is a Scandinavian female name that means life.
So, I've been planning this story a bit further now, and I have some things I'm really looking forward to showing you guys, so stay tuned!
Disclaimer:
I do not own the series or any of the original characters.
... Forgive me, I haven't read through the chapter yet. If there's any huge mistakes or something like that, point it out, and I'll fix it.
LIV - bloody hell!
I decided to take the risk of opening my eyes, after all I hadn't sensed anyone else in the room with me.
Though, as I carefully turned my head, I realised I could blame that on grogginess.
As I'd thought, I was lying on a couch, a blanket over my body and pillows under my head.
A little strange maybe, but I didn't give it any second thoughts, because my eyes were set on one thing and one thing only.
The form of a young boy, curled up in a chair a slightly to my left, sleeping.
A boy?!
He seemed awfully pale, with long, quite feminine nails and a rather childish pirate costume.
A boy..?
Why on earth was there a boy here?
Then it hit me, like a coconut from a pinetree.
They'd kidnapped him too, and they were going to kill the both of us, probably in some obscure game or some sect ritual or something equally awful.
Of course, having seen a few to many horror movies, my mind immediately filled with the most gruesome pictures, mainly containing blood, pain and misery.
Something about me waking up, or maybe staring at him, seemed to have disturbed the boy, for he stirred a little in his sleep, and curled up more tightly in the armchair.
Figuring he was cold, I decided to give him the blanket I had woken up with.
I expected the kidnappers had drugged us with a sleeping draught of some sort, so I was sure the boy would wake up any minute now - hopefully before the kidnappers came back to check up on us..
As I got up, I noticed a, well not exactly familiar, but easily placed smell.
A little like rust or maybe copper, though "warmer" in a way.
It went straight up my nostrils and stayed.
Looking down to where I had woken up, I saw a red spot with uneven edges, decorating one of the cushions.
My blood then..
Well, I'm not giving any price to those who can guess where I looked next.
I didn't really have to check, the unmistakable pain I felt deep down in my gut, one of those places you have only seen on pictures hurt, and that told me all I needed to know.
I checked anyway.
And sure enough, there, in the very crotch of my jeans - a red spot.
fan-fucking-tastic!
Not only have I been kidnapped, abducted, STOLEN away, I've also been drugged, been put in the same room as a sleeping boy after trying to solve a murder case that turned out to be way, WAY, out of my league, I have the worst headache ever AND I'm on my period.
Oh yes.. Life is great.
Fuck..
In the end, I discreetly covered up the not-so-flattering red spot on the couch with a check patterned pillow, and kept the blanket around my waist in stead of giving it to the boy. For the record, he was still sleeping.
I'd also made good use of a pack of Kleenex paper towels I found lying on the kitchen counter.
In all honesty, I can say that this was one of the more embarrassing scenarios of my life and definitely not something I would like to live through again.
..But desperate situations call for desperate measures, right?
Besides, who has time to worry about trivial stuff like periods when you're being held captive and could find yourself in a battle of life and death any second?
No, there were certainly more important things to think of, like for an instance where the heck I was, why and how on earth I'd get out of there - alive and hopefully with the boy.
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EVRA - Because I deserve it
He'd discussed this turn of events with Darren until the early morning hours, when they both decided to get some shut-eye. However, that turned out to be easier said then done, when someone had to stay and watch the girl sleeping in their living room.
Thankfully, wouldn't be up until noon!
After lying in bed for five minutes, turning, he'd decided to give up and take a bath in stead.
A tad girlish, maybe, but strawberry scented bath aroma really does something for your nerves, though this was not something he could picture himself telling Darren.. Or any other living being for that matter.
At any rate, he would postpone his fight for keeping his manliness even if he smelled like an ice cream sorbet later on, right now, he was set on enjoying this until someone forced him out of the bathtub!
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LIV - Horror-movie instincts
Having walked around the 'main area', a shared kitchen-living-room, without opening any doors, I could conclude with this place most likely being a hotel room.
...Especially since just about everything had the label ' Royal Oak Hotel' on it.
It wasn't really in style with my idea of a killers nest, but even untrained hostages like myself have basic instincts, picked up from horror movies telling you to be ready for anything and everything.
But first I decided to check if they'd left anything to eat - I was starving!
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DARREN - mostly tired
I woke up to find myself sleeping.
Yes, I know it sounds strange, like some cheesy lyrics from a seventies hippie-song, but that was how I experienced it.
I'd been awake when Evra went to bed, I'd been awake five minutes later when he went into the bathroom, I'd been awake when he opened the strawberry scented bathing-foam, thinking I wouldn't notice, but then sometime after, I'd apparently fallen asleep, and for some reason, I felt like something was off.
But what..?
It hit me as the tap was turned on behind me, followed by the sound of the fridge opening.
In itself, it wouldn't have been all that mysterious, but I knew that Evra was using strawberry scented soap in the bathroom, just like I knew I'd never mention it (I was planning on using the same one afterwards), and was sleeping in his room.
With those two preoccupied, that left only one more in the room.
And that was someone I had been set to watch over, though I had no idea who she was, but the fact that she was no longer snoring on the couch was obvious.
I turned, feeling my neck hurt from having slept in an awkward angle, and looked to the kitchen, spotting her easily.
She wasn't exactly tall, though she appeared to be.
She was taller than me, that was sure, and taller than Evra as well, but then again, she was a few years older than both of us, from the looks of it.
She was lanky, like her body had stretched upwards at a much to high speed, not giving the rest of her time to follow.
All in all, she looked quite normal. Not fit for a model but not someone you'd gawp at for being ugly either.
Her face was hidden by the fridge door she was holding open, but I could see her hair.
brown with a hint of red, filled with small, unpredictable curls hung all over her head, there was no order, and I doubted her hair ever looked the same. It was especially bad in the back, where she had been sleeping, and it appeared like a crows nest.
Sighing lightly, I stood up and ruffled my hair with one hand, as I adjusted my tee with the other. My movement caught her attention, and she turned to face me.
I'd only seen her asleep so far, and it was clear that her waken state took away all of the soft featured her face had carried.
Her brows were furrowed into what seemed like a constant frown, and she narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at me, though as if she was analyzing me from head to toe.
Finally, she let go of her half suspicious stare and smiled.
Her face was small, and could have been described as delicate if not for the frown and the visible acne scars where her skin met hair and the freckles that seemed to cover her from head to toe.
Or at least her face and arms, which was all I could see.
"How are you feeling?" She asked in a concerned tone, as she walked towards me.
I fuzzed over the strangeness of the question, but my chain of thought was easily broken by the answer my brain was producing.
Or rather, failing to produce.
How was I feeling?
Well, my mentor, wasn't killing innocent people for the heck of it, which was a good thing.
He was, however, furious with me for having let the actual murderer get away. Not so much a good thing.
Evra's knocking girls unconscious and dragging them to the hotel room, and he's using all the soap.
"..Fine..?" I finally shrugged.
The girl shot me another small smile and looked around "Do you know where we are?" She proceeded to ask. "Or rather why we're here?"
"um.. We're in a hotel" What was the matter with her? I'm the one who should be asking questions! Why were you walking around at night after the official curfew? Why did you decide to practice baseball with Evra's head as the ball? Why are you going through my refrigerator, eating my food?
"I figured as much" she nodded, obviously not reading my thoughts - which I decided was a good thing, seeing it as one mind reading person in my life is more than enough.
"You don't know why we're here then?"
I wondered for a few seconds what to tell her, then the truth came out before I made up my mind "Well, Ev.. My brother, brought you here after yo-"
"WHAT?!?" she's loud!
"shh!!" I put my finger over my lips, hoping to make her fall silent, as I sent a nervous glance towards door. Hopefully he didn't think wake up..
"You're in league with him?" She whispered, surprising me by following my lead.
I couldn't help but notice the slightly accusing tone in her voice.
"Well yes.." I whispered back, frowning at her statement. It was evident that somewhere along our short conversation (if you could even call it that) there was a misunderstanding, because I had no idea what explanation she had cooked up, but I was pretty sure it was far from the truth.
"But.. you're. You're only a boy" Her voice was surprisingly soft, and her eyes had widened slightly "What on earth do they use you for?" I think the last part was spoken more to herself than to me, and her eyes were filled with misplaced sympathy.
"What did they do to you?"
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GENERAL - misunderstandings can lead to death - and friendship
The 'boy' as she kept putting it in her head, looked downright confused, while her own unexplainable sadness was flowing over.
"What did they do to me?" The boy retorted, his frown matching the one she'd been wearing earlier "What do you- what are you talking about?"
"The murderers" she whispered back, casting a nervous look around the room.
"what murderers?" Of course, he realised what she was talking about the second the words escaped his lips.
"..You don't know the news?"
"Of course I know them!" - a little better than I would like to, he silently added to himself "But what does that have to do with anything?"
Getting to the point of explaining a situation laced with misunderstandings and confusion isn't always an easy task.. Well, it's never an easy task, but sometimes it can be harder than other times.
This was probably one of the harder times.
Darren knew he had to keep his cards so close to his chest that he was unable to see them himself, but theory doesn't always match the real world. Sometimes you have to learn this the hard way.
But with some time an patience, things will normally sort themselves out just fine.
..In most cases, that is. Probably not so much when you're a half vampire who has spent the last time hunting for your own mentors head, only to find him completely innocent while discovering another enemy.
It's not that easy when you're a crushed and very confused teen-age girl on your period with no idea where you are or why you're there.
And it doesn't make it any easier for said half-vampire to have his best buddy - a snake boy, in the bathroom on one corner of the mini-apartment and said mentor in the bedroom of the other.
But then again, that's life for you.
Darren learned years ago that life's never easy
Okl, before you start spamming me: This embarrassing episode is not a coincidence!
I wouldn't let her go through this without any reason, I'm not that evil xD
.. And it's still kinda slow, isn't it?
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