I only own Heather(:

Chapter 7

"Acheron, who do you think you are just letting her walk amongst out people? Letting her trample all over the rules you've worked so hard to obey?" one of the fates prodded.

Ash sighed, "Savitar is happy."

"Savitar is never happy!" said another sister taking the eye from the previous and putting it into its socket so she could glare at him. "This is just another girl and we can't cut the thread! It says she's immortal…"

"That's impossible," Ash said sitting down in a chair and crossing his legs.

"Is it?" asked the third sister not bothering to take the eye, "Maybe that's why Savitar is so attached, have you not thought of that?"

"Where are we going?" Heather asked with a smile.

"No where, don't you worry about it." Savitar said holding her hand and leading her through the crowded New Orleans streets. Once they stopped Heather looked up at the building and her smile wavered, she blushed.

"A sex store?" she asked her voice shaking. Sav shrugged and towed her inside, he nodded to the girl behind the counter.

"Tabitha." He said, nodding to her he said, "This is Heather."

"I see that," she smirked, "you're the one every one is talking about darling."

Heather cocked her head to the side, "Like whom?" she asked.

Tabitha threw back her head and laughed. "I see, that's how it is."

Heather must have looked frazzled because Savitar threw in, "She doesn't know everyone. She's just special okay?"

"Special? Savitar, you keep a Barbie type around for what…three days tops? You've had this…girl for about two months."

"You don't understand Tabitha, I can't keep her..."

"Oh but you can!"

Heather was bored of this conversation; she started looking around the shop while they talked back and forth about her.

Tabitha suddenly bent over the counter and cupped a hand on one side of her mouth to block Heather's view of seeing what she was about to say. Savitar's eyes widened in shock.

"You're a liar." He growled.

"Ask Ash yourself if you think so, but I must go visit my sister soon. I'd appreciate if you and your girlfriend left quickly before my husband shows up angry."

Savitar chuckled and went to retrieve Heather; she was holding a dildo and eyeing it suspiciously.

"What this Sav?" she asked clicking the button.

As it began to vibrate she squealed and dropped it, "It's a toy that women use to pleasure themselves." He whispered slash hissed. Grabbing her hand, he led her out of the shop and left Tabitha doubling over in stitches.

Heather stopped on their walk to see a fortune teller at a table, "Hello," Heather smiled. The girl nodded and gave an amused smirk to Savitar.

"Do you know everyone?" she asked him looking up. Savitar nodded curtly.

"Selena, how are you?" he asked trying to be polite.

Selena beamed, "Oh I'm great, I see you are too. Did Tabitha help you find everything you uh…need?"

Heather's face grew red to Selena's satisfaction. "N-no, it wasn't like that!"

"Of course not honey," Selena smiled again, wider.

"Can you just read my palm?" Heather pushed out quickly.

Selena nodded and motioned to the chair in front of her; Heather took a seat and held out her palm. Selena's brow furrowed, "Savitar?" she asked looking up.

Savitar's expression was cold and featureless. Selena paled, "Oh my, you have…a great future ahead of you miss." She said quickly and stood up from her table.

Heather stood and huffed, "I'm getting sick and tired of everyone knowing about my future except me."

She turned on her heeled boot and exited to Main Street where she could get home without any trouble.

Once she was in her tiny apartment, she hoisted herself up onto the windowsill and pushed open the window for more room. She hitched a leg over the side of it so she was straddling death and safety. Then she took out a smoke and lit up, stressed.

Inhale, exhale…inhale, exhale. She heard a knocking on her door, when she opened it she was angry, "I don't want to talk to you Savitar." She looked down at her cousin, Maggie.

"Oh, hello." Heather stumbled, embarrassed she quickly threw her cigarette into an ashtray and hugged her tightly.

Maggie mumbled something incoherent against her cousin's chest and stepped back smiling, "What?"

"I'm pregnant!"

"Ah!!" Heather jumped up and down, squealing with her cousin. Maggie beamed at her and reached out into the hallway, Wren came in with a sheepish grin.

"Wren! I have to talk to you," Heather said taking his hand and guiding him over to the window sill, Maggie sat at the kitchen table flipping through a magazine.

"Nick's at Savitar's private island." She whispered.

Wren nodded, which was sufficient of: I know.

I gaped at him, "Does she?"

Wren shook his head and went to stand over her, "Of course not…"

Ash walked all around the kitchen until he almost ran over Simi, "Simi! I'm sorry honey are you okay?"

"The Simi is fine, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, don't worry about me baby girl."

"Okay…" Simi sauntered off, still thinking about Ash when a loud crash interrupted her thinking. She jumped off the bed and gaped at the man holding a bloody girl in his arms.

Dun dun dun.