Okay, so my translations between languages may not be exact. I failed at languages in school.
I used Google Translate and I don't know how reliable that really is. But I've tried my best.
So here it is. The next chapter.
I felt that this chapter was too good to separate at any point in time throughout, which is why the last chapter was short.
I hope it gives a better insight into Everett's family history and that I've written the fight scene well.
As you may have noticed through the previous chapters, the story is taking a, somewhat, darker turn.
There's been sex (although discreet) and alcohol and is now introducing a more violent nature, though I hope not too much so that it turns you off reading. For future, there will be drug references.
I don't usually write music into my stories (well I do, but I haven't for this one) but I was listening to this song and I saw the scene unfolding in my mind. So I couldn't not use the song to give something to Alina's thoughts.
I think it gives something to the chapter in general.
So I hope you'll take the time to listen to the song and read the chapter as you listen and feel what I tried to put into the writing.
Happy readings.
RomanTinkerBell
Music – Heart by Heart – Demi Lovato
Alina walked down the Champs Elysees at a determined pace.
The people around her were laughing and loving. Seated in restaurants and walking underneath the lamp posts were couples hand in hand speaking in fast paced vocabulary and sharing kisses.
She silently wished at least one of the many pairings would burst into hostility, if to make her feel better about being separated from her family.
She could feel them watching her, as she intended. It was all part of the plan. She would lead them away while he chaperoned their daughter out of the country.
He'd given her several stakes and she'd stolen an experimental UV bomb from his bag also, but that was for only the most dire of situations, a last resort.
She looked up momentarily and saw the Arc De Triomphe flashing through the trees ahead of her.
She could hear them following her now.
She ducked down an alley way that was more secluded than the main street. She made her way to the centre of the alley and stopped. She was ready.
"I know you're there" she called
There was a rush of air and several Vampires appeared in front of her. There was more movement behind her. She turned her head slightly and saw, out of the corner of her eye, the few that were behind her.
"Where is she? Your daughter?" asked one of them
"And what makes you think I'm gonna tell you?" she shot back casually
"Alright then. Where's your breather husband?"
"I don't care to repeat myself"
She had a staring contest with the one who had spoken when another, familiar voice spoke from behind her.
"Alina. You are my only daughter. I have a pardon, signed by Morgan himself. All you have to do is tell us where the girl and the breather are" Her father told her
"That girl is your granddaughter! My daughter!" Alina hissed turning to him, fangs bared and eyes glowing red "What makes you think I'll tell you anything!"
She placed her hands in her coat pockets and felt the smooth wood of a stake in her left palm.
"We do not want to hurt you Alina. But we will if we have to" the smooth voice of Morgan echoed from behind her and made her spin back around to meet him.
"I'm a girl. As if I wouldn't have punishment"
She pulled the stake from her pocket and threw it into the heart of one of the others beside him, turning him to dust with an undramatic puff.
The others around her hissed at her and Morgan disappeared into the air.
"Very well" her father said "Good-bye, Alina"
And he too, took off into the dark sky.
She was now left surrounded by eight Soldier Vampires employed by the High Council.
One rushed at her but she was quick enough to pull a stake from underneath the back of her jacket and plunge it into his body. She missed his heart but pulled it from him and kicked another in the face that tried to grab her from behind.
Another came at her from her left, aiming a punch, but she knocked it away and elbowed him in the mouth.
She ducked underneath a high kick and spun to knock this one of his feet.
As she stood again she pulled another stake from her right boot and moved forward quickly to plunge it into his heart.
She rolled forward as one of his companions narrowly missed her...and her head, with the discarded stake from her first victim. It shattered on the ground from the force behind it, sending splinters flying that slashed at her face and hands.
"She even bleeds like a breather!" one of them shouted to the others.
She hissed, as if to prove him wrong, then flipped backwards and threw a stake, hitting her target, putting her second victim out of his painful misery.
She jump kicked another in the face when he got too close then spun and buried the stake she still held into his chest. He gave a gasp before he fell to pieces on the floor.
Her previously thrown stake found its way into her shoulder blade and she staggered forward, almost tripping over her own feet. She turned to the one who'd thrown it.
"That's the best you can do? I've dusted four of your friends. Me, a girl. And you only manage to hit me now? I have to say, I'm disappointed"
The Vamp in question hissed as another of his mates snuck up behind her. She stuck a stake in his heart without looking or even batting a lash.
"Make that five" she said cockily
The other three came to the side of the other, all of them standing in front of her. All advancing.
She reached behind her again and felt something spherical.
"Stop!"
They froze, anticipating her next words. She pulled out the UV Bomb
"Come one step closer and we all turn to dust"
She showed them the glowing glass ball and they faulted.
"What's that?" One of them asked
"This, my good Vamp, is what the Slayers call a UV Bomb. If I break the glass...well I said it before. And you know how I hate to repeat myself" she said with a grin
"She's bluffing" she heard one whisper
And they quickly surrounded her.
She threw down the globe, but nothing happened
'Damn!'
"I told you she was bluffing" she could practically hear the grin that graced his features.
She was roughly grabbed from behind by four strong hands and brought to her knees.
The one that seemed to be the new leader of the four moved forward and pulled her last stake from its halter.
As he raised it above his head, she closed her eyes and regretted nothing.
She saw her husband, Sam, behind her eyelids he was smiling at her. His brown eyes lit with so much life that it passed to her and gave her a new heart. She remembered his kiss, his touch and his last words to her...
"I love you. Be safe. Come home to me"
...She'd made a promise she couldn't keep.
She saw her daughter, her angel. Her sapphire blue eyes a match to her own, and that shone with so much knowing. It was amazing a little girl such as her could be so much more than she was. Her little Everett could change the world. No, she would.
'My angel, Grow up well. Be strong and safe and beautiful'
They'd just celebrated her tenth birthday.
Alina was nearly brought to tears at the thought of never seeing her angel grow into a beautiful woman. But she regretted nothing. If she had to die to protect her family, she would.
She would be strong to the end.
"Not so cocky now?"
She opened her eyes, glaring daggers, her grin returning "A girl staked five of your friends and I regret nothing" she said, cocking her head to one side.
He growled.
"Alina Calvetti. Because of your fraternisation and association with Slayers, you are hear-by condemned to dust, by stake"
The stake came down and pierced her chest, she didn't scream or make a noise of any kind and her last look would haunt him until the end of his unlife.
The two that had been holding her looked to their new leader.
"What now?" one of them asked
"Well, we don't know where the girl or the breather are. But Morgan will be more than pleased to know that this one is dust" he answered.
The fourth, that had been watching the proceedings, picked up the UV Bomb and examined it, noting that the glass had actually cracked.
"To think, she thought she could scare us with this little thing" he stated, shaking it and dropping it carlessly back onto the ground.
As to not cause suspicion the four remaining Vampires began to make their way out of the alley.
There was noise behind them and they turned momentarily to see what it was, but could see nothing of interest.
As soon as their backs were turned the glass sphere shattered, creating a massive explosion of light, making it seem as if night had turned to day in that alley way.
When the light disappeared, there were six piles of dust from the previous battle and four new, steaming, additions.
Sam sat with his daughter in the car, watching everything from a Slayer cam that He had begged his wife to wear.
She was supposed to call if she needed the help. She was supposed to use the safe word. Angel.
He looked to his daughter who sat beside him staring at the dashboard.
She'd spent nine years, with eight and a half of those years, with just her mother, now she was left with a man who barely knew her, who didn't know how to raise a child on his own.
He felt the wet of his tears roll down his cheeks and looked ahead of him to stare at the road, slumping in his seat.
He felt a cold little hand wipe away a tear and he returned his stare to the daughter that had his wife's eyes.
He leaned across and kissed her head affectionately.
He started the engine and drove.
He couldn't understand how the Vampire Community could demean women and girls. They were so strong, so determined, so in control.
Everett wasn't even crying she was just staring ahead of her but he could see the anger swelling inside her. He couldn't understand why the Vampire High Council could have so much hate toward a young girl. So much so that they would curse said little girl to gain her vampiric abilities at a tender young age, and then curse her to be more human than other Vampires.
They had to keep running.
It was lucky that they had cursed his daughter the way they did. She was a Vampire now, but she had the ability to walk in the sun. Although she was allergic to garlic and she could still be staked, although she wouldn't dust, she would bleed.
She could cross running water, didn't have to be invited in. All the things that stumped Vampires, she had no worries with.
He pulled the car over in a well lit area crowded with people and got out of the car. He grabbed their few suitcases from the boot of the car and moved around the vehicle to pull his daughter out of the passenger seat.
He walked down the street with a firm grip on his daughters hand and hailed a taxi when they were further enough away from their previous vehicle.
The driver, seeing that they had baggage, popped the boot and helped them to load their possessions.
"Ou monsieur?" The taxi driver asked when they were finally ready.
"L'aéroport d'Orly s'il vous plait, merci" Sam answered in perfect French.
The engine revved as it pulled into the flow of traffic.
The driver looked in his rear view mirror to the little girl sitting, unmoving, in the back seat next to her father.
"Vous êtes une jolie petite fille"
"Je préférerais que vous avez garde vos yeux sur la route s'il vous plait" she told him in fluent French
"Si vous nous avez la dans une heure il ya deux cents euro pour vous" her father stated.
The driver floored it and within forty-five minutes they were at the airport.
Her father left the two hundred dollar tip that he'd promised and made his way to the ticket stands. It was late at night, so thankfully there was no one there and they walked straight to the counter.
The girl behind the counter looked up at them with a toothy smile.
"Bonsoir, sir. Que puis-je faire pour vous ce soir?"
"J'ai besoin de deux billets pour la Russie. Préférence pas cher et sur le vol plus tôt possible"
"Certainement monsieur. Un instant s'il vous plait"
There were a few moments where they waited while the girl prepared their tickets.
"Ce sera € 320 s'il vous plait" she told him.
He said nothing as he gave her the money and took the tickets from her.
"Votre vol part dans vingt minutes. Avoir une belle soirée" she called after him as he hurried away with his daughter to their gate.
(I couldn't get the accent above some of the letters to appear in my Document, but what I've said here is what I was meaning)
"Ou monsieur?" - Where to sir?
"L'aéroport d'Orly s'il vous plait, merci" - Orly Airport please, thank you
"Vous êtes une jolie petite fille" - You're a pretty little girl
"Je préférerais que vous avez garde vos yeux sur la route s'il vous plait" - I would prefer it if you kept your eyes on the road please
"Si vous nous avez la dans une heure il ya deux cents euro pour vous" - If you have us there in an hour there's another two hundred euro in it for you
"Bonsoir, sir. Que puis-je faire pour vous ce soir?" - Good evening, sir. What can I do for you tonight?
"J'ai besoin de deux billets pour la Russie. Préférence pas cher et sur le vol plus tôt possible" - I need two tickets to Russia. Preferably cheep and on the soonest flight possible
"Certainement monsieur. Un instant s'il vous plait" - Certainly sir. One moment please
"Ce sera € 320 s'il vous plait" - That will be three hundred and twenty euro please
"Votre vol part dans vingt minutes. Avoir une belle soirée" - Your flight leaves in twenty minutes. have a nice evening.