(_(_(_(_(_(_(Spec's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
Her eyes, those beautiful, blue eyes, opened.
And then she screamed.
The ten figures huddled around our eleventh suddenly shot back. I looked at Spot. She was officially his problem. He reached down and placed a comforting hand on her forehead. She struggled away.
"Don't touch me," she warned. After a few moments we were all standing, she was in attack mode. That was obvious.
"We aren't going to hurt you," I murmured. She looked at me for a moment.
"I remember you. You protected me!" I nodded.
"My name's Specs," repeated my gesture and held my gaze for a few moments.
"And you are?" Spot questioned. He wastes no time, that one.
"My name's Adrienne," we went around the circle, introducing ourselves. It reminded me slightly of a twelve step program.
"My name's Spot. I saved you," He flashed a big cheesy grin. Adrienne tucked her hair behind her ears and screamed again.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
That girl can SCREAM.
"What the hell did you do to me?" Well, I should think that would be obvious.
"I turned you into an elf," she gave me an inquisitive look. Well, I ran the words together and talked way too fast, but still.
"You what?" People need everything spelt out for them. I swear.
"I turned you into an elf." I said this impossibly slow.
"That's impossible," she let out a hysteric laugh, "elves don't exist," Oh now that's a bit harsh. Rather insulting, really.
"I beg to differ, my friend," I turned my head so my ears were quite obvious as opposed to when they were merely quite visible.
"This cant be happening. There's no such thing as elves!" she mumbled. Denial is not just a river in Egypt.
"Why were those guys chasing you," Pie Eater questioned.
"Them? Oh, they have some crazy notion about me being a wicca," This chick is getting on my nerves.
"Why did you do this to me?" she questioned suddenly looking quite forlorn.
"Well, he could have let you die," Dutchy put in, I saw his hand grasp Charlie's. Well, that's something I shall definitely investigate.
"Why didn't you?" she yelled. Oh, that's torn it.
"Listen. I spent half my energy saving your ass and I suppose I could just kill you, but I'm to damn tired. You're alive, and you're an elf. Get used to it," Charlie sent me something along the lines of "calm down"
"Adrienne," she began diplomatically, "If I were to tell you that we're all a little weird, would you believe it?" her eyes darted to Specs and back, but Charlie's a damned battle axe if I ever saw one.
"Yes, even him," Adrienne closed her eyes in a frustrated fashion and I saw a tear roll down her cheek. She was obviously trying desperately to understand and take it all in. I almost feel bad for being mean.
"Being an elf is really a gift," Dutchy spoke for the first time and Adrienne looked to him.
"It is," Specs continued, "you have gifts. Like, telepathic abilities and stuff," Stuff? This really is getting to me.
"What other stuff?" she questioned, seemingly swallowing the rest of her tears.
"Well," this is, after all, my territory, "Immortality for one; and you get elemental powers depending on your specific element. You have an element that's especially for you, but you can work on others," She nodded and then wavered slightly. Jack steadied her.
"Personally, I think we all need a rest," Specs lead her off to one of the more delicate staircases, the one next to his. Then, thankfully, we all retired to bed to sleep. And believe me, I need my sleep.
(_(_(_(_(_(Unknown_)_)_)_)_)_)
"The solstice is one week away and we must spill the blood of a virgin on the sacred grounds worship the ancient ones,"
"You speak as if you've someone in mind, brother,"
"I do, brother, I have someone perfect in mind, but she may be slightly difficult to get to. The person I have in mind has an. interesting defense system on her,"
"What kind of system, brother?"
"Brother, it is a mix of who and what that I think will make her hard to get to, but I think the master will very much enjoy breaking her. And if all else fails, my brother, then we shall merely use her up and release her back into the world a broken soul. But if we were feeling true to our nature, we might just keep her,"
"Indeed brother, we might,"
(_(_(_(_(_(Flashback)_)_)_)_)_)
"No. please," the whimpered plea fell on deaf ears as his hand slid gently under the fabric of her shirt.
"Michael, Michael please stop," she tried desperately to inch away from him, but with his entire weight atop her petite frame, there was little she could do. He laid frantic kisses from her collarbone down. His touch was no longer gentle. He ripped furiously at her jeans, trying to unzip them. She curled up towards him and tried to push him away. He merely shoved her back down.
Then she lost it.
Plunging her nails into his bare back in a less than seductive manor, she propelled herself from the couch and stood looking at him. His eyes were wild with passion and longing, quite petrifying if you asked her. Her eyes were wide with terror, but were slowly, ever so slowly, narrowing with fury.
"You hurt me," she accused, bringing a hand to the back of her head. He reached his hand to his back and pointed out to her the droplets of blood on his fingers.
"You hurt me back," he muttered as if the entire ordeal was her fault.
"Oh, he bleeds," she began, "it was better than just letting you rape me! I thought you cared!" She yelled at him. It was another one of Michael and Charlottes famous fights.
"Girlfriends aren't supposed to think!" he yelled back, standing up.
"Well, then perhaps I don't need to be your girlfriend anymore!" She yelled, jerking her head towards the door, "Out,"
"No one breaks up with me Charlie, don't be stupid," he stood and pulled himself up to his full height of 6'2; a whole foot about her.
"Out!" she yelled once more. She was done with it. She walked to the large bay window and looked down on the streets. Ah, the joys of having rich parents and a nice apartment. He followed her to the window and took hold of her arm. At that time, she shrieked "out" at the top of her lungs, both mentally and physically. He stumbled. Anyone would. The part she didn't expect was when he tumbled towards the window, ultimately falling to his death. Or at least, that was what Charlotte was told.
Michael Lee Andrews was in a coma for three years.
He woke up one year ago.
That's when he decided to study Goashian Magic.
He wanted her back.
And this is how he would get her.
(_(_(_(_(Race's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
Breakfast with Adrienne today was quiet. Charlie wasn't there.
"She sleeps in," Spot explained.
Lunch at noon was quiet. Charlie wasn't there.
"She's not feeling well," Blink suggested.
Dinner this evening was quiet. Charlie wasn't there.
"She's tucked in early," Dutchy mumbled.
I went to Charlie's bedroom against Spot's orders.
Charlie wasn't there.
(((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))))
Wee! Suspense! Drama! Another elf!
Where has our dearest Charlie gone? Hm? Well, put the pieces together. If you can figure it out, I just might tell you!
Chappy quote- "Damn. You know what I just remembered?" "The phrase 'Chicken Fingers' is misleading?" Tom and Daria - Daria: Is it college yet.
Her eyes, those beautiful, blue eyes, opened.
And then she screamed.
The ten figures huddled around our eleventh suddenly shot back. I looked at Spot. She was officially his problem. He reached down and placed a comforting hand on her forehead. She struggled away.
"Don't touch me," she warned. After a few moments we were all standing, she was in attack mode. That was obvious.
"We aren't going to hurt you," I murmured. She looked at me for a moment.
"I remember you. You protected me!" I nodded.
"My name's Specs," repeated my gesture and held my gaze for a few moments.
"And you are?" Spot questioned. He wastes no time, that one.
"My name's Adrienne," we went around the circle, introducing ourselves. It reminded me slightly of a twelve step program.
"My name's Spot. I saved you," He flashed a big cheesy grin. Adrienne tucked her hair behind her ears and screamed again.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
That girl can SCREAM.
"What the hell did you do to me?" Well, I should think that would be obvious.
"I turned you into an elf," she gave me an inquisitive look. Well, I ran the words together and talked way too fast, but still.
"You what?" People need everything spelt out for them. I swear.
"I turned you into an elf." I said this impossibly slow.
"That's impossible," she let out a hysteric laugh, "elves don't exist," Oh now that's a bit harsh. Rather insulting, really.
"I beg to differ, my friend," I turned my head so my ears were quite obvious as opposed to when they were merely quite visible.
"This cant be happening. There's no such thing as elves!" she mumbled. Denial is not just a river in Egypt.
"Why were those guys chasing you," Pie Eater questioned.
"Them? Oh, they have some crazy notion about me being a wicca," This chick is getting on my nerves.
"Why did you do this to me?" she questioned suddenly looking quite forlorn.
"Well, he could have let you die," Dutchy put in, I saw his hand grasp Charlie's. Well, that's something I shall definitely investigate.
"Why didn't you?" she yelled. Oh, that's torn it.
"Listen. I spent half my energy saving your ass and I suppose I could just kill you, but I'm to damn tired. You're alive, and you're an elf. Get used to it," Charlie sent me something along the lines of "calm down"
"Adrienne," she began diplomatically, "If I were to tell you that we're all a little weird, would you believe it?" her eyes darted to Specs and back, but Charlie's a damned battle axe if I ever saw one.
"Yes, even him," Adrienne closed her eyes in a frustrated fashion and I saw a tear roll down her cheek. She was obviously trying desperately to understand and take it all in. I almost feel bad for being mean.
"Being an elf is really a gift," Dutchy spoke for the first time and Adrienne looked to him.
"It is," Specs continued, "you have gifts. Like, telepathic abilities and stuff," Stuff? This really is getting to me.
"What other stuff?" she questioned, seemingly swallowing the rest of her tears.
"Well," this is, after all, my territory, "Immortality for one; and you get elemental powers depending on your specific element. You have an element that's especially for you, but you can work on others," She nodded and then wavered slightly. Jack steadied her.
"Personally, I think we all need a rest," Specs lead her off to one of the more delicate staircases, the one next to his. Then, thankfully, we all retired to bed to sleep. And believe me, I need my sleep.
(_(_(_(_(_(Unknown_)_)_)_)_)_)
"The solstice is one week away and we must spill the blood of a virgin on the sacred grounds worship the ancient ones,"
"You speak as if you've someone in mind, brother,"
"I do, brother, I have someone perfect in mind, but she may be slightly difficult to get to. The person I have in mind has an. interesting defense system on her,"
"What kind of system, brother?"
"Brother, it is a mix of who and what that I think will make her hard to get to, but I think the master will very much enjoy breaking her. And if all else fails, my brother, then we shall merely use her up and release her back into the world a broken soul. But if we were feeling true to our nature, we might just keep her,"
"Indeed brother, we might,"
(_(_(_(_(_(Flashback)_)_)_)_)_)
"No. please," the whimpered plea fell on deaf ears as his hand slid gently under the fabric of her shirt.
"Michael, Michael please stop," she tried desperately to inch away from him, but with his entire weight atop her petite frame, there was little she could do. He laid frantic kisses from her collarbone down. His touch was no longer gentle. He ripped furiously at her jeans, trying to unzip them. She curled up towards him and tried to push him away. He merely shoved her back down.
Then she lost it.
Plunging her nails into his bare back in a less than seductive manor, she propelled herself from the couch and stood looking at him. His eyes were wild with passion and longing, quite petrifying if you asked her. Her eyes were wide with terror, but were slowly, ever so slowly, narrowing with fury.
"You hurt me," she accused, bringing a hand to the back of her head. He reached his hand to his back and pointed out to her the droplets of blood on his fingers.
"You hurt me back," he muttered as if the entire ordeal was her fault.
"Oh, he bleeds," she began, "it was better than just letting you rape me! I thought you cared!" She yelled at him. It was another one of Michael and Charlottes famous fights.
"Girlfriends aren't supposed to think!" he yelled back, standing up.
"Well, then perhaps I don't need to be your girlfriend anymore!" She yelled, jerking her head towards the door, "Out,"
"No one breaks up with me Charlie, don't be stupid," he stood and pulled himself up to his full height of 6'2; a whole foot about her.
"Out!" she yelled once more. She was done with it. She walked to the large bay window and looked down on the streets. Ah, the joys of having rich parents and a nice apartment. He followed her to the window and took hold of her arm. At that time, she shrieked "out" at the top of her lungs, both mentally and physically. He stumbled. Anyone would. The part she didn't expect was when he tumbled towards the window, ultimately falling to his death. Or at least, that was what Charlotte was told.
Michael Lee Andrews was in a coma for three years.
He woke up one year ago.
That's when he decided to study Goashian Magic.
He wanted her back.
And this is how he would get her.
(_(_(_(_(Race's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
Breakfast with Adrienne today was quiet. Charlie wasn't there.
"She sleeps in," Spot explained.
Lunch at noon was quiet. Charlie wasn't there.
"She's not feeling well," Blink suggested.
Dinner this evening was quiet. Charlie wasn't there.
"She's tucked in early," Dutchy mumbled.
I went to Charlie's bedroom against Spot's orders.
Charlie wasn't there.
(((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))))
Wee! Suspense! Drama! Another elf!
Where has our dearest Charlie gone? Hm? Well, put the pieces together. If you can figure it out, I just might tell you!
Chappy quote- "Damn. You know what I just remembered?" "The phrase 'Chicken Fingers' is misleading?" Tom and Daria - Daria: Is it college yet.