(_(_(_(_(_(Pie Eater's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
So much for never going to that bar again. My brothers made a bargain that they were going to stay home and watch Adrienne. Well, at least I had Blink.
"Listen, we'll give you crosses and eau de holy water. Nothing's going to happen to you," Dutchy said tossing a large metal cross at me. I frowned at the silvery surface, but put it on, tugging it under my sweatshirt.
"Just make sure you don't bump into anyone. You might start a riot," Spot said with a curt nod as we loaded into the van.
The club had its same smoky appearance. If I weren't subconsciously thinking 'These people are going to kill me,' I might have found it cool.
"What if they don't show?" I heard Dutchy question Joe.
"They'll be here," Mike mumbled getting a worried glance from Joe. I think there may be something wrong with our favorite bloodsucker.
"Well, what's a kid like you doing in a place like this?" I whirled around on my stool and saw that, thankfully, Taylor had found us. After a few moments, Scott sidled his way into the conversation we weren't having. We introduced Adrienne who still seemed to be in a haze.
"So, Joe, where's your terribly attractive lady friend?" I had to hold Blink and Dutchy back. I noted that Spot was doing the same for Mike and Race.
"That's actually what we came to talk to you about," Mike said seriously. Joe nodded
"Do you know of anyone who'd be kidnapping girls?" Spot questioned. Taylor cast his eyes to the side.
"Other than sadistic, raping, wackos, no," Scott looked up at the ceiling. 'He knows something' I thought.
"The solstice," he murmured, "lots of groups will take a virgin and sacrifice her on the day of the solstice," He was met with blank and curious stares.
"I was in a cult," he muttered, "Stop looking at me!" Taylor smacked his shoulder.
"You gotta start bringin' up shit like that," he teased.
"Well then, I think you guys should meet another friend of mine, and Mike's, and Joe's, and Scott's," he continued.
"I don't think he'll be much help," Scott warned. Taylor ignored it.
"Jordan!" he yelled above the music. Joe shook his head.
"Jordan is Taylor's brother. Cocky little shit, he swears like nothin' else too," Just then, a borderline brawny fellow shoved himself from the masses. His hair was short and his eyes were dark caramel colored.
"You called?" he questioned his apparently older brother, over whom he towered.
"Whadda ya know about cults?" Taylor asked, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Just then however, Jordan seemed to notice us all sitting at the bar.
"Holy shit, Joe? Mike? You ol' bastards! What the hell are ya doin' here?" Mike gestured to Taylor who was still actually in the middle of his question.
"Cults?" Jordan calculated his words and then we explained to him the situation.
"You see, our girl Charlie is missing. And we want her back, preferably un- sacrificed," Spot puts such emotion into his words. Not.
"Well, if you don't know when she was taken, why, how, or by whom, and you have no idea where she might be. I would say your chances of finding her are about, one in a million," A more humorous me would have said 'So you're sayin' theres a chance?' But I am not in a humorous mood.
"Thanks for the optimism pal," Taylor said, smacking his younger sibling in the chest.
"Told you so," Scott mumbled. Taylor glared and Jordan whipped a small leather bound book out of his pocket. Dutchy looked interested in this.
"Well, lets see, groups that celebrate the solstice with virgin sacrifices: Sadism, Vampires; not real ones. Just people who want to be, Real Vampires, Dark Priests, Black Faith, Devil's Ordinance, Black Magic groups, sometimes Neo Nazis who really get into it, Goashians. pretty much everyone," There are that many cults? Oh thank God for suburbia.
"Well," Spot began, "this should be fun," Jordan shook his head.
"Not necessarily," he countered, "you'd have to be Dorian Gray to get past some of these jackasses. There aint shit these people don't miss," he shoved the book back in his pocket.
"Well, thanks for your help, I think," he made his way down the row, shaking hand after hand, but when he got to me, his eyes narrowed, and he refused to touch me. It was then I remembered. Hey! You're wearing a cross. He cannot touch you.
"Oh, sorry man," the warmness came back.
"Oh it's cool," he nodded at me.
"Well, we gotta get back. Dutchy has researching to do," Spot said patting a rather flustered looking Dutchy on the back.
"Research?" I heard him question as we left.
(_(_(_(_(_(Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Yes. Research," he said proudly, shoving me into the library. Luckily, my good pal Joe came with to keep me company.
"What was that one he said? The one with the Devil in it." I was atop the longest ladder looking on the highest shelf of books. This was a shelf that no one looked at. It's a black cloud hanging over my library. It had books about every un-supernatural evil we would ever face.
"Devil's Ordinance," he called up to me. Joe had been smart enough to write the names on a cocktail napkin.
"Okay," I slid down the ladder and dropped a thick paperback atop the pile. Then the real work began. Then we started reading. Mike brought in a pot of coffee about two thirty, but I refused to rest. Even when Joe fell asleep with his nose in Black Magic Cults and drooled on the page, I pressed on because I knew someone had to save her. And no one likes her like I do. So why not me?
(_(_(_(_(_(Charlie's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
I don't know where I am.
The room is dark so I can't see, but I did feel something slither over my ankle about an hour ago. I remember I was sleeping and then I heard something so I woke up, I heard a familiar voice, and then I was knocked out, and I woke up here. I'm still in my pajamas, but I don't have my arm warmers, which may prove to be a bad thing.
The door opens, but I can't see whether or not anyone is coming in. Like I said; too dark.
"Sleep well?" there it was again, that familiar voice. Hatred seethed through my veins.
"Ah, are we going to not be talkative? Are you giving me the silent treatment my dear? Well, it might be in your best interest to speak to me," I could see him now, he stood like a statue, towering above my petite form, coiled on the floor.
"Why should I speak to him? You might ask. Well, the answer is simple, if you don't talk to me, I shall see that your death is particularly brutal," That voice. Damn it, where have I heard it before? He knelt down and reached out to me. I recoiled viciously from his touch and tried to make myself melt into the wall.
"Now, now, now, dear. There's no need for that," I could feel his finger grazing across my face. Even his touch was familiar. He leant down once more and pressed his lips to mine. I tried to struggle away, but he held my head still. When he pulled back, I knew.
"You," I breathed. He stood.
"Yes Charlotte, me," The dream! The guys in their funny little cloaks! This is where I am! I rocketed up at him, but being so much bigger than me, he just shoved me back like a discarded rag doll.
"I know about you Charlie. Now there's nothing you can do."
(_(_(_(_(_(Scott's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"D'you think they'll get her back?" Jordan questioned on our way home.
"I don't know, they mi. sh!" We all stopped dead. I silently swiveled; something was clearly following us. There were five of them and two of our party couldn't see straight, let alone fight.
"Em. RUN!" and we did. We ran taking corners and really not caring how royally lost we were becoming. Soon, we got to the outskirts of town with nothing to protect us. There was a large and oddly built building in the distance, that was going to be our destination.
We put on an extra burst of speed, and yanked on the door. Good! The damn thing was deserted. At least, that's what I thought until the lights came on and two figures burst out of the library, one of them wielding a rifle. The other one was Joe.
(((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))
Wee! So d'you know where Charlie is? Hm? I've decided to give Scott and co. a bigger part in this story. We always need extra sexy vampires. And the part about Dorian Grey, for those of you that don't know, is this invincible guy who has a painting that doesn't ages, while he does not. The only reason he's in there is because in "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" Stuart Townsend plays Dorian Grey, and I LOVE Stuart, so. y'know.
"He who hesitates is a damn fool! Mae West said that!" "Yes well, she didn't hesitate and look at her! She's dead!" "No! Is she?" "I think so," "Do you?" Me and my brother.again.
So much for never going to that bar again. My brothers made a bargain that they were going to stay home and watch Adrienne. Well, at least I had Blink.
"Listen, we'll give you crosses and eau de holy water. Nothing's going to happen to you," Dutchy said tossing a large metal cross at me. I frowned at the silvery surface, but put it on, tugging it under my sweatshirt.
"Just make sure you don't bump into anyone. You might start a riot," Spot said with a curt nod as we loaded into the van.
The club had its same smoky appearance. If I weren't subconsciously thinking 'These people are going to kill me,' I might have found it cool.
"What if they don't show?" I heard Dutchy question Joe.
"They'll be here," Mike mumbled getting a worried glance from Joe. I think there may be something wrong with our favorite bloodsucker.
"Well, what's a kid like you doing in a place like this?" I whirled around on my stool and saw that, thankfully, Taylor had found us. After a few moments, Scott sidled his way into the conversation we weren't having. We introduced Adrienne who still seemed to be in a haze.
"So, Joe, where's your terribly attractive lady friend?" I had to hold Blink and Dutchy back. I noted that Spot was doing the same for Mike and Race.
"That's actually what we came to talk to you about," Mike said seriously. Joe nodded
"Do you know of anyone who'd be kidnapping girls?" Spot questioned. Taylor cast his eyes to the side.
"Other than sadistic, raping, wackos, no," Scott looked up at the ceiling. 'He knows something' I thought.
"The solstice," he murmured, "lots of groups will take a virgin and sacrifice her on the day of the solstice," He was met with blank and curious stares.
"I was in a cult," he muttered, "Stop looking at me!" Taylor smacked his shoulder.
"You gotta start bringin' up shit like that," he teased.
"Well then, I think you guys should meet another friend of mine, and Mike's, and Joe's, and Scott's," he continued.
"I don't think he'll be much help," Scott warned. Taylor ignored it.
"Jordan!" he yelled above the music. Joe shook his head.
"Jordan is Taylor's brother. Cocky little shit, he swears like nothin' else too," Just then, a borderline brawny fellow shoved himself from the masses. His hair was short and his eyes were dark caramel colored.
"You called?" he questioned his apparently older brother, over whom he towered.
"Whadda ya know about cults?" Taylor asked, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Just then however, Jordan seemed to notice us all sitting at the bar.
"Holy shit, Joe? Mike? You ol' bastards! What the hell are ya doin' here?" Mike gestured to Taylor who was still actually in the middle of his question.
"Cults?" Jordan calculated his words and then we explained to him the situation.
"You see, our girl Charlie is missing. And we want her back, preferably un- sacrificed," Spot puts such emotion into his words. Not.
"Well, if you don't know when she was taken, why, how, or by whom, and you have no idea where she might be. I would say your chances of finding her are about, one in a million," A more humorous me would have said 'So you're sayin' theres a chance?' But I am not in a humorous mood.
"Thanks for the optimism pal," Taylor said, smacking his younger sibling in the chest.
"Told you so," Scott mumbled. Taylor glared and Jordan whipped a small leather bound book out of his pocket. Dutchy looked interested in this.
"Well, lets see, groups that celebrate the solstice with virgin sacrifices: Sadism, Vampires; not real ones. Just people who want to be, Real Vampires, Dark Priests, Black Faith, Devil's Ordinance, Black Magic groups, sometimes Neo Nazis who really get into it, Goashians. pretty much everyone," There are that many cults? Oh thank God for suburbia.
"Well," Spot began, "this should be fun," Jordan shook his head.
"Not necessarily," he countered, "you'd have to be Dorian Gray to get past some of these jackasses. There aint shit these people don't miss," he shoved the book back in his pocket.
"Well, thanks for your help, I think," he made his way down the row, shaking hand after hand, but when he got to me, his eyes narrowed, and he refused to touch me. It was then I remembered. Hey! You're wearing a cross. He cannot touch you.
"Oh, sorry man," the warmness came back.
"Oh it's cool," he nodded at me.
"Well, we gotta get back. Dutchy has researching to do," Spot said patting a rather flustered looking Dutchy on the back.
"Research?" I heard him question as we left.
(_(_(_(_(_(Dutchy's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
"Yes. Research," he said proudly, shoving me into the library. Luckily, my good pal Joe came with to keep me company.
"What was that one he said? The one with the Devil in it." I was atop the longest ladder looking on the highest shelf of books. This was a shelf that no one looked at. It's a black cloud hanging over my library. It had books about every un-supernatural evil we would ever face.
"Devil's Ordinance," he called up to me. Joe had been smart enough to write the names on a cocktail napkin.
"Okay," I slid down the ladder and dropped a thick paperback atop the pile. Then the real work began. Then we started reading. Mike brought in a pot of coffee about two thirty, but I refused to rest. Even when Joe fell asleep with his nose in Black Magic Cults and drooled on the page, I pressed on because I knew someone had to save her. And no one likes her like I do. So why not me?
(_(_(_(_(_(Charlie's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
I don't know where I am.
The room is dark so I can't see, but I did feel something slither over my ankle about an hour ago. I remember I was sleeping and then I heard something so I woke up, I heard a familiar voice, and then I was knocked out, and I woke up here. I'm still in my pajamas, but I don't have my arm warmers, which may prove to be a bad thing.
The door opens, but I can't see whether or not anyone is coming in. Like I said; too dark.
"Sleep well?" there it was again, that familiar voice. Hatred seethed through my veins.
"Ah, are we going to not be talkative? Are you giving me the silent treatment my dear? Well, it might be in your best interest to speak to me," I could see him now, he stood like a statue, towering above my petite form, coiled on the floor.
"Why should I speak to him? You might ask. Well, the answer is simple, if you don't talk to me, I shall see that your death is particularly brutal," That voice. Damn it, where have I heard it before? He knelt down and reached out to me. I recoiled viciously from his touch and tried to make myself melt into the wall.
"Now, now, now, dear. There's no need for that," I could feel his finger grazing across my face. Even his touch was familiar. He leant down once more and pressed his lips to mine. I tried to struggle away, but he held my head still. When he pulled back, I knew.
"You," I breathed. He stood.
"Yes Charlotte, me," The dream! The guys in their funny little cloaks! This is where I am! I rocketed up at him, but being so much bigger than me, he just shoved me back like a discarded rag doll.
"I know about you Charlie. Now there's nothing you can do."
(_(_(_(_(_(Scott's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"D'you think they'll get her back?" Jordan questioned on our way home.
"I don't know, they mi. sh!" We all stopped dead. I silently swiveled; something was clearly following us. There were five of them and two of our party couldn't see straight, let alone fight.
"Em. RUN!" and we did. We ran taking corners and really not caring how royally lost we were becoming. Soon, we got to the outskirts of town with nothing to protect us. There was a large and oddly built building in the distance, that was going to be our destination.
We put on an extra burst of speed, and yanked on the door. Good! The damn thing was deserted. At least, that's what I thought until the lights came on and two figures burst out of the library, one of them wielding a rifle. The other one was Joe.
(((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))
Wee! So d'you know where Charlie is? Hm? I've decided to give Scott and co. a bigger part in this story. We always need extra sexy vampires. And the part about Dorian Grey, for those of you that don't know, is this invincible guy who has a painting that doesn't ages, while he does not. The only reason he's in there is because in "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" Stuart Townsend plays Dorian Grey, and I LOVE Stuart, so. y'know.
"He who hesitates is a damn fool! Mae West said that!" "Yes well, she didn't hesitate and look at her! She's dead!" "No! Is she?" "I think so," "Do you?" Me and my brother.again.