Lookie another update in the same year! *shot* The same month… heck it's the same weekend XD
Disclaimer: I do not own Charlie Bone, Yewbeam Castle, or any of the wonderful characters by Jenny Nimmo, I do own Ivy, Alicia, Alyson, Jacob, Alice, Kelly, and this story~ Enjoy~
"But… but… you… you're dead… Ch-charlie saw you die!"
Yolanda's 'Belle' form giggled.
"Silly, boy, I will not die so easily. I flew away, got checked into a hospital as Belle… somehow I became naturally the form if this pathetic child, but I can still change."
"But… how did you know we were here?"
She giggled again "Your girlfriend made quite a racket coming in."
We both flushed.
"She's not my girlfriend," I said, voice calm and level.
"Of course not," Bella smirked, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"What is that?" I asked, glancing at the gemstones.
"You think I'm going to just tell you?" she snorted, "This is no cliché book, or film. I will not just hand you the answers to whatever you ask."
I scowled.
"Why not? You have us cornered, not like we could tell anyone… not like there's anyone to tell anyway…"
"Do you take me for a fool?" she rolled her eyes. "You can't convince me to tell you a thing. Father, we should lock them away until we can figure out what is wrong with…" she paused "It."
The man—whom I now assumed was Yorath Yewbeam—grabbed us both by our necks and guided us down the stairs, the lanterns were all lit now and we could see a large entry way made all of stone.
He led us through a dining room and out of a small side door which led to another room, a room that was empty except for some stairs leading down, he forced us down these stairs and it was very hard not to trip and fall.
At the bottom of the stairs there were prison cells, all of them were empty except for one, in which a girl with black hair maybe about 13 or 14 was asleep, Yorath quickly pushed us down the path between the cells to one many cells away from the girl and shoved us into our own cells. Separately.
Yorath walked out, slammed the door at the bottom of the stairs and I heard a lock click.
The slam woke the black haired girl up.
She jumped when she saw us.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Lysander, and this is Alice…" I frowned, staring at her bright fierce green eyes. "You look familiar…"
"I'm Alicia Bloor. I'd rather be called De Vere though, it's my mother's maiden name and I had my father."
"B-Bloor… D-De Vere... oh… oh my... God… You're Dorothy and Dr. Bloor's child?" I blinked as another realization came over me. "Y-You're… you're Manfred Bloor's sister?!"
She seemed surprised.
"Yeah… I… how did you know that?"
"I go to Bloor's."
"Oh. I see."
"Why are you locked up here?"
She gave a wary half smile.
"They don't want me interfering with them trying to make my little sister a 'proper Bloor'," she sighed. "She's too young for that… she needs to be allowed to have her childhood…"
"How old is she?" Alice asked.
"She's five… she's only five… she's gotten an endowment recently though."
"Ah," I sighed, "How long have you been here?"
"A month or so I think… my punishment will be over after two," she sighed as well, "They locked me up here for disobeying and interfering…"
She picked up a Hunger Games book.
"They let me have this at least… not much but it's something… already read it a few times by now but still… better than nothing I suppose…"
"We're getting out of here," Alice said firmly. "We have things to do."
Alice closed her eyes and wind began to whirl around them, she blew strong winds at the bars, strong enough to blow me back against the wall at the back of my cell, she shot lightning at it, she tried mass raining on the dirt surrounding the bars.
Nothing seemed to phase the cells.
"Don't bother," Alicia said sadly. "It won't work."
But Alice seemed to have determination as high as Tanc's and kept at it until she was too exhausted to stand.
Then the room heated to a painful temperature for a moment and then it went back to the freezing cold air it had been since we arrived.
"We'll get out of here," she murmured, "We will."
And then she passed out.
