(_(_(_(_(_(Taylor's POV)_)_)_)_)_)
Well, I must say that our choice of house is impeccable. It was pure luck that we decided to choose the house in which our friends resided.
"So, who was chasing you again?" Spot questioned. They had recruited the entire household downstairs for a meeting.
"There were five of them," Scott said, flopping down in a chair in the dining room. A look of slight recognition donned on Mike's face.
"You don't think it was Delancy? Do you? He questioned, looking at Spot, who nodded.
"De who?" Jordan questioned, his eyes on the new girl. Spot had told us her name was Adrienne but they didn't know anything else about her.
"Delancy; Oscar and Morris," Spot began, "they're Neo Nazis and we think they've got our girl Charlotte,"
"Um, pardon my interjection," Dutchy interjected, "But, uh, no. We don't," he straightened his glasses and Spots brow furrowed.
"Don't we?" he questioned. Dutchy regarded him thoughtfully.
"No, we don't. I'm fairly certain that they are too stupid to conduct such a ceremony. I'm partial to the goashians, actually," My brother, who had donned a baseball cap, tugged thoughtfully on the bill.
"Good choice," he remarked. Dutchy grinned.
"Anyhow, they're Neo-nazis, but we didn't think they knew about vampires and what not," Spot changed the subject.
"I don't know, they might," Mike said, brushing a hand through his black and red spikes.
"I think we should keep you guys," Racetrack gestured to my brother and Scott, "And you guys," he did a one eighty to point at Mike and Joe, "under covers for the time being," Mike looked horrified at answering to the guy, but you had to admit. It was a good plan.
"He has a point," Way to talk Scott. Way to talk.
So it was decided that we stay down in the basement with Mike and Joe, to which I have absolutely no objection.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(Mike's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I have Kid Blink on the computer. That guy can find anyone and anyplace on that machine. I don't know how he does it. He damn well better find something on my Charlie. Otherwise I may be forced to hand him a body part. (No, not one of mine.) So an hour later he comes staggering into my room.
"What did you find?" He pitches a paper at me.
Damn. These guys are high profile! They have a map to their "Temple" which is probably where they're hiding Charlie. And this means we must go and get her before the solstice. The solstice is, lets see… I looked at my calendar. Oh, the solstice is on Friday. Today is Thursday. This is good.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Kid Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
A rescue mission! Oh joy! Pretty much everyone in this house would do anything for Charlie. I don't necessarily get why, but everyone loves her. It's crazy. But anyhow, by the time I got back to sleep, it was time to wake up for breakfast. Thanks Mike; thanks a whole heap.
"We're going on a rescue mission this evening," Mike was telling us. Or, well, them.
"All of us?" Adrienne questioned.
"Yes, all of us. Jordan," who was shoveling food into his mouth for some crazy reason (Vampires needn't eat) "said we'd have to be Dorian Grey and that's what we'll do," Profound. Very profound.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Charlie's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Why are you doing this to me?" I questioned Michael as he sat down in my new "dungeon". I had been moved and now am being held captive in an extravagant room. We sat on the bed, me clad in the new clothes that had been given to me in a freak hospitality accident.
"Because we need a virgin and you need a lesson," he replied simply. I shook my head coyly.
"What makes you think I'm still a virgin?" His hand shot to my breast. I couldn't help it, I gasped. He withdrew his hand.
"You're a virgin," he stated plainly.
"They told me you were dead," I reported to him for no actual reason. I mean, really, what did he care.
"Well, that was a lie, obviously. I'm much harder to kill than that," You cocky little…
"Personally I thought I'd blown up your brain, being as small and fragile as it was," Ha! Take that! He slapped me. Touché.
"I'm leaving, but before I go, you need to put this on," He tossed a gown onto the bed. It was beautiful, I'll give it that. It was black lace based on red satin. (It was terribly low cut and caused me to look down at my own chest and calculate whether or not they'd fall out.) It had a corset top and a long, straight skirt, with a train; the sleeves were only lace and they fluted out at the wrist.
"Well? Come now, don't make me change you myself. Mind you it would give me no displeasure," That's it. Seething, I turned and pulled off my clothing, before tugging on the dress.
"That's better," I heard him whisper as he slammed the door.
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WEE! I'm thinking I might end all my chapters like that. With the "wee!"
Anyhow, I am SO sorry that it took this long for this story. You see, I was rushed to the other side of the country for a funeral. My uncle had died of brain cancer. But I shall try my hardest to get my chapters out to the public! Chocolate covered newsies for my reviewers! Wee!
This chapter, in it's entirety is dedicated in loving memory to John Thiel.
"This song will become the anthem of your under ground you're two floors down getting high in the back room If I flooded out your house Do you think you'd make it out
Or would you burn up Before the water filled your lungs
And At your funeral I will sing the requiem
This song will become the anthem of your under ground you're two floors down getting high in the back room If I flooded out your house Do you think you'd make it out Or would you burn up Before the water filled your lungs
And At your funeral I will sing the requiem I'd offer you my hand It would hurt to much To watch you die,
And you can bet When we mourn the death of you that night They'll lay me on the dinner table I will be the pig
With the apple in my mouth The food that celebrates your end
And At your funeral I will sing the requiem I'd offer you my hand It would hurt to much To watch you die,"
At your funeral- Saves the day
Well, I must say that our choice of house is impeccable. It was pure luck that we decided to choose the house in which our friends resided.
"So, who was chasing you again?" Spot questioned. They had recruited the entire household downstairs for a meeting.
"There were five of them," Scott said, flopping down in a chair in the dining room. A look of slight recognition donned on Mike's face.
"You don't think it was Delancy? Do you? He questioned, looking at Spot, who nodded.
"De who?" Jordan questioned, his eyes on the new girl. Spot had told us her name was Adrienne but they didn't know anything else about her.
"Delancy; Oscar and Morris," Spot began, "they're Neo Nazis and we think they've got our girl Charlotte,"
"Um, pardon my interjection," Dutchy interjected, "But, uh, no. We don't," he straightened his glasses and Spots brow furrowed.
"Don't we?" he questioned. Dutchy regarded him thoughtfully.
"No, we don't. I'm fairly certain that they are too stupid to conduct such a ceremony. I'm partial to the goashians, actually," My brother, who had donned a baseball cap, tugged thoughtfully on the bill.
"Good choice," he remarked. Dutchy grinned.
"Anyhow, they're Neo-nazis, but we didn't think they knew about vampires and what not," Spot changed the subject.
"I don't know, they might," Mike said, brushing a hand through his black and red spikes.
"I think we should keep you guys," Racetrack gestured to my brother and Scott, "And you guys," he did a one eighty to point at Mike and Joe, "under covers for the time being," Mike looked horrified at answering to the guy, but you had to admit. It was a good plan.
"He has a point," Way to talk Scott. Way to talk.
So it was decided that we stay down in the basement with Mike and Joe, to which I have absolutely no objection.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(Mike's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I have Kid Blink on the computer. That guy can find anyone and anyplace on that machine. I don't know how he does it. He damn well better find something on my Charlie. Otherwise I may be forced to hand him a body part. (No, not one of mine.) So an hour later he comes staggering into my room.
"What did you find?" He pitches a paper at me.
Damn. These guys are high profile! They have a map to their "Temple" which is probably where they're hiding Charlie. And this means we must go and get her before the solstice. The solstice is, lets see… I looked at my calendar. Oh, the solstice is on Friday. Today is Thursday. This is good.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Kid Blink's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
A rescue mission! Oh joy! Pretty much everyone in this house would do anything for Charlie. I don't necessarily get why, but everyone loves her. It's crazy. But anyhow, by the time I got back to sleep, it was time to wake up for breakfast. Thanks Mike; thanks a whole heap.
"We're going on a rescue mission this evening," Mike was telling us. Or, well, them.
"All of us?" Adrienne questioned.
"Yes, all of us. Jordan," who was shoveling food into his mouth for some crazy reason (Vampires needn't eat) "said we'd have to be Dorian Grey and that's what we'll do," Profound. Very profound.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Charlie's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Why are you doing this to me?" I questioned Michael as he sat down in my new "dungeon". I had been moved and now am being held captive in an extravagant room. We sat on the bed, me clad in the new clothes that had been given to me in a freak hospitality accident.
"Because we need a virgin and you need a lesson," he replied simply. I shook my head coyly.
"What makes you think I'm still a virgin?" His hand shot to my breast. I couldn't help it, I gasped. He withdrew his hand.
"You're a virgin," he stated plainly.
"They told me you were dead," I reported to him for no actual reason. I mean, really, what did he care.
"Well, that was a lie, obviously. I'm much harder to kill than that," You cocky little…
"Personally I thought I'd blown up your brain, being as small and fragile as it was," Ha! Take that! He slapped me. Touché.
"I'm leaving, but before I go, you need to put this on," He tossed a gown onto the bed. It was beautiful, I'll give it that. It was black lace based on red satin. (It was terribly low cut and caused me to look down at my own chest and calculate whether or not they'd fall out.) It had a corset top and a long, straight skirt, with a train; the sleeves were only lace and they fluted out at the wrist.
"Well? Come now, don't make me change you myself. Mind you it would give me no displeasure," That's it. Seething, I turned and pulled off my clothing, before tugging on the dress.
"That's better," I heard him whisper as he slammed the door.
(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
WEE! I'm thinking I might end all my chapters like that. With the "wee!"
Anyhow, I am SO sorry that it took this long for this story. You see, I was rushed to the other side of the country for a funeral. My uncle had died of brain cancer. But I shall try my hardest to get my chapters out to the public! Chocolate covered newsies for my reviewers! Wee!
This chapter, in it's entirety is dedicated in loving memory to John Thiel.
"This song will become the anthem of your under ground you're two floors down getting high in the back room If I flooded out your house Do you think you'd make it out
Or would you burn up Before the water filled your lungs
And At your funeral I will sing the requiem
This song will become the anthem of your under ground you're two floors down getting high in the back room If I flooded out your house Do you think you'd make it out Or would you burn up Before the water filled your lungs
And At your funeral I will sing the requiem I'd offer you my hand It would hurt to much To watch you die,
And you can bet When we mourn the death of you that night They'll lay me on the dinner table I will be the pig
With the apple in my mouth The food that celebrates your end
And At your funeral I will sing the requiem I'd offer you my hand It would hurt to much To watch you die,"
At your funeral- Saves the day