Pt. 1
[This chapter, because it gets kinda momentous, will be a chapter in two parts. ]
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Adrienne's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I don't want to be here. I really do wish they'd just let me die. Life would be much more simple.
My name is Adrienne Banks, and I live in a house with five vampires, one elf, a Cyclops, a unicorn, and griffon, and three two completely normal people. Well, I think they're normal. I feel like part of the Scooby gang or something.
This is how it happened.
Okay, so I'm just walking along, minding my own. And these guys come up behind me and feed me this riot act about me being Wicca so, yeah, I ran away, I ran like hell. I thought I was a goner before I saw that house. I ran up there and skidded to a halt behind the one with glasses. He was the only one that looked like he could protect me, but wasn't armed.
And what did I get for that? Huh? I got a bullet to the stomach. It would have killed me too, had Spot not intervened. And so now they're keeping me prisoner here instead of letting me go out into the world. So I might as well be dead for all the good they've done me. Well, there is a bright side to this whole "I wish I were dead" thing. We're going on a rescue mission for someone. So, either it will kill me, or we'll find her and I'll feel a bit better. I don't know how she stood being the only female in a house full of supernatural men.
Whatever.
Anyhow, the second the sun began to set, we rallied in the dining room. Everyone was given a weapon, except Spot. (Something about not needing one, but instead, being one.)
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Specs POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
So, we're taking Adrienne with us on a suicide mission to save someone she doesn't know. Doesn't anyone else find that a trifle unfair? Well, anything for Charlie. That's like the household slogan around here. I don't really get it. Well, I mean, Charlie is a real nice girl, and she generally stays out of trouble. So why is this so big. Cant she save herself?
"Because," Spot began, turning to glance at me, "You saw what Charlie did to five grown men. She couldn't do that with her caper. So they must be very powerful, thus negating any chances she has of breaking out," Well, that's understandable.
"Damn right it is," Spot answered, sending me a smirk. He's okay.
"Alrighty then, here's the plan," Dutchy began. Joe fired his pistol for silence and Spot decided to show off by stopping the bullet.
"We're going to travel in a sort of box formation. We're gonna go in four ranks of three with Adrienne in the middle, 'case anyone decides to attack. Race is gonna bring his amulet, just incase he needs to beat someone up, so Joe, can you see too it that he's restrained if he looses control?" Joe gave a nod.
"Well, we're going to try the most inconspicuous entrance. It really doesn't matter where we exit because they'll know we're there, hence the weapons. Okay, Spot and Adrienne, can I ask you guys to try and keep them away from us, more than try to hurt them?" Spot nodded twice for the both of them.
"Vampires, please try and restrain your hunger," he said almost apologetically. "Charlie first, dinner second," more nods. " Blink, that brings us to your and my task. We're going with the aid of Spot and Adrienne to find Charlotte," he paused and took a breath, "Once we have her, we cant be stopped," There was assorted applause.
"Oh, and mortals," I swallowed. "the trigger is your new best friend," Pie eater cast a worried look at Blink, who nodded reassuringly.
"Now remember if it happens that someone doesn't come out, there's nothing anyone of us could have done to prevent it. What's lost is lost," he continued in a softer tone.
"But if Charlie gets hurt, you're all dead," Mike said, picking up his rather impressive pistol and heading for the door. Oh thanks Mike. Way to be uplifting.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Charlottes POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I've been moved again. I'm in this large hallway just sitting in a chair. There are doors; real, visible, unlocked doors. Ask me why I'm not running. Go on, ask me. I'm not leaving because frankly, I don't want to go back.
There's nothing for me in that stupid house. Sure there's Spot and he brought me up, but he thinks he owns me. It won't change. There's Dutchy, but he wouldn't know a crush if it bit him in the tail. Blink thinks the world of me, when he thinks. But he's getting to be just like Spot. Mike is just an all around ass hole, and Joe. Well, I might actually miss him. I really think I will. The Race kid shows promise, and I don't really know about his brothers. I don't know Adrienne enough to pass judgment on her.
I suppose you're thinking that I'm horrid and selfish, but at the moment, I have no choice.
I lied. I've tried running away. There are guards behind each of those doors and I think about my friends. my family this way because it keeps me from breaking down into tears. If I were to do that, they'd only enjoy killing me more. And we do not want that to happen.
Trust me.
Oh, one of the doors is opening. Oh, it's Michael, my favorite person. Joy.
"Ready to meet your maker?" he questioned, placing both hands on my shoulders and facing me squarely. Square this. I brought my knee up (which is a considerable accomplishment considering this dress) to his crotch for one last moment of glory. He grunted in pain and shoved me away, doubling over. I darted past him, but he caught me by the hair. I let out a cry of pain and fell to the floor.
"What?" he looked down at me, "if I didn't know any better, I'd think you don't want to be sacrificed," I thought for a second about spitting at him, but considering gravity, I decided against it. He headed off down the hall.
"Are you coming?" he chuckled because it isn't like I really have a choice. I shoved myself into a standing position and didn't bother dusting off my dress. Hell, they're going to get blood on it anyway. I followed out the door where Michael was waiting for me with iron shackles. You've got to be kidding me. Seriously.
He (somehow) chained my feet to my stomach to my wrists to my neck. So, now, I feel like a mix between Dracula's bride and a member of the chain gang. Nice. So now he's tugging me along and I'm adding pet dog to my mix.
"Do you accept that you are to be sacrificed in the name of Goashian magic?" he questioned me, quieting his voice and draining his tone of all emotion.
"You're a dirty bastard and I hope you burn in hell," well, that's what I wanted to tell him. I, in stead, decided that I would keep some pride and remain silent throughout this whole thing.
You see; I have grown up accepting death. Yes, I get upset when people die, but it is inevitable. I realized this the first time when my grandmother died. And now that Michael has decided to kill me, I don't think anything will stop him. Not even Spot.
He looked deeply into my eyes like he did when we were. whatever we were before. I held his gaze steadily.
"Do you realize that the path you shall now, willingly, walk will lead you to become a greater being?" This reminds me of a Korn song I used to listen to called "I did my time" There's a particular line in it that goes 'I am the one who chose my path.' Well, I haven't chosen to do this. Something needs to happen.
And that's when I got scared.
(_(_(_(_(_(_ Spot's POV_)_)_)_)_)_)
They have a fortress. I want a fortress.
We crept out of the woods, (Well, Specs was dragging Adrienne, she didn't want to come. Something about gruesome death.) and there it was in all its Goashian glory. It was a castle to rival ours. So along we walked as quietly as possible. Well, Adrienne was making quite a racket.
"Damn it girl! Come here," I grabbed her hand and Specs let her go with out a qualm. I think she's beginning to try even his patience the spoiled little thing.
I lead her over to a very large tree. She glared at me skeptically and I just narrowed my eyes.
"Now, I want you to get really mad at that tree," she looked at me like I was crazy. I live in an asylum and I'm an elf. It comes with the territory.
"Why?" she questioned hesitantly, calming down a bit.
"Don't ask questions. Just do it. Hate that tree with all you've got," I placed a reassuring hand at the small of her back and turned to see the entire gang just watching us.
"Okay," she mumbled. Her eyes narrow and I could see her face get angrier and angrier. Suddenly the let out a war cry and there was a loud cracking.
"What was that?" she questioned jumping back. I shook my head and lead her over to the tree, placing her hand on the trunk. It was splintered and broken and probably about to fall over.
"Then why are we still standing here?" it took me a while to realize that I hadn't been speaking aloud and neither had she. It was purely mental. We scaled the rest of the grounds in silence, (my training must've taken it's toll) and focusing on a carelessly guarded back door, went inside.
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[This chapter, because it gets kinda momentous, will be a chapter in two parts. ]
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Adrienne's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I don't want to be here. I really do wish they'd just let me die. Life would be much more simple.
My name is Adrienne Banks, and I live in a house with five vampires, one elf, a Cyclops, a unicorn, and griffon, and three two completely normal people. Well, I think they're normal. I feel like part of the Scooby gang or something.
This is how it happened.
Okay, so I'm just walking along, minding my own. And these guys come up behind me and feed me this riot act about me being Wicca so, yeah, I ran away, I ran like hell. I thought I was a goner before I saw that house. I ran up there and skidded to a halt behind the one with glasses. He was the only one that looked like he could protect me, but wasn't armed.
And what did I get for that? Huh? I got a bullet to the stomach. It would have killed me too, had Spot not intervened. And so now they're keeping me prisoner here instead of letting me go out into the world. So I might as well be dead for all the good they've done me. Well, there is a bright side to this whole "I wish I were dead" thing. We're going on a rescue mission for someone. So, either it will kill me, or we'll find her and I'll feel a bit better. I don't know how she stood being the only female in a house full of supernatural men.
Whatever.
Anyhow, the second the sun began to set, we rallied in the dining room. Everyone was given a weapon, except Spot. (Something about not needing one, but instead, being one.)
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Specs POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
So, we're taking Adrienne with us on a suicide mission to save someone she doesn't know. Doesn't anyone else find that a trifle unfair? Well, anything for Charlie. That's like the household slogan around here. I don't really get it. Well, I mean, Charlie is a real nice girl, and she generally stays out of trouble. So why is this so big. Cant she save herself?
"Because," Spot began, turning to glance at me, "You saw what Charlie did to five grown men. She couldn't do that with her caper. So they must be very powerful, thus negating any chances she has of breaking out," Well, that's understandable.
"Damn right it is," Spot answered, sending me a smirk. He's okay.
"Alrighty then, here's the plan," Dutchy began. Joe fired his pistol for silence and Spot decided to show off by stopping the bullet.
"We're going to travel in a sort of box formation. We're gonna go in four ranks of three with Adrienne in the middle, 'case anyone decides to attack. Race is gonna bring his amulet, just incase he needs to beat someone up, so Joe, can you see too it that he's restrained if he looses control?" Joe gave a nod.
"Well, we're going to try the most inconspicuous entrance. It really doesn't matter where we exit because they'll know we're there, hence the weapons. Okay, Spot and Adrienne, can I ask you guys to try and keep them away from us, more than try to hurt them?" Spot nodded twice for the both of them.
"Vampires, please try and restrain your hunger," he said almost apologetically. "Charlie first, dinner second," more nods. " Blink, that brings us to your and my task. We're going with the aid of Spot and Adrienne to find Charlotte," he paused and took a breath, "Once we have her, we cant be stopped," There was assorted applause.
"Oh, and mortals," I swallowed. "the trigger is your new best friend," Pie eater cast a worried look at Blink, who nodded reassuringly.
"Now remember if it happens that someone doesn't come out, there's nothing anyone of us could have done to prevent it. What's lost is lost," he continued in a softer tone.
"But if Charlie gets hurt, you're all dead," Mike said, picking up his rather impressive pistol and heading for the door. Oh thanks Mike. Way to be uplifting.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Charlottes POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
I've been moved again. I'm in this large hallway just sitting in a chair. There are doors; real, visible, unlocked doors. Ask me why I'm not running. Go on, ask me. I'm not leaving because frankly, I don't want to go back.
There's nothing for me in that stupid house. Sure there's Spot and he brought me up, but he thinks he owns me. It won't change. There's Dutchy, but he wouldn't know a crush if it bit him in the tail. Blink thinks the world of me, when he thinks. But he's getting to be just like Spot. Mike is just an all around ass hole, and Joe. Well, I might actually miss him. I really think I will. The Race kid shows promise, and I don't really know about his brothers. I don't know Adrienne enough to pass judgment on her.
I suppose you're thinking that I'm horrid and selfish, but at the moment, I have no choice.
I lied. I've tried running away. There are guards behind each of those doors and I think about my friends. my family this way because it keeps me from breaking down into tears. If I were to do that, they'd only enjoy killing me more. And we do not want that to happen.
Trust me.
Oh, one of the doors is opening. Oh, it's Michael, my favorite person. Joy.
"Ready to meet your maker?" he questioned, placing both hands on my shoulders and facing me squarely. Square this. I brought my knee up (which is a considerable accomplishment considering this dress) to his crotch for one last moment of glory. He grunted in pain and shoved me away, doubling over. I darted past him, but he caught me by the hair. I let out a cry of pain and fell to the floor.
"What?" he looked down at me, "if I didn't know any better, I'd think you don't want to be sacrificed," I thought for a second about spitting at him, but considering gravity, I decided against it. He headed off down the hall.
"Are you coming?" he chuckled because it isn't like I really have a choice. I shoved myself into a standing position and didn't bother dusting off my dress. Hell, they're going to get blood on it anyway. I followed out the door where Michael was waiting for me with iron shackles. You've got to be kidding me. Seriously.
He (somehow) chained my feet to my stomach to my wrists to my neck. So, now, I feel like a mix between Dracula's bride and a member of the chain gang. Nice. So now he's tugging me along and I'm adding pet dog to my mix.
"Do you accept that you are to be sacrificed in the name of Goashian magic?" he questioned me, quieting his voice and draining his tone of all emotion.
"You're a dirty bastard and I hope you burn in hell," well, that's what I wanted to tell him. I, in stead, decided that I would keep some pride and remain silent throughout this whole thing.
You see; I have grown up accepting death. Yes, I get upset when people die, but it is inevitable. I realized this the first time when my grandmother died. And now that Michael has decided to kill me, I don't think anything will stop him. Not even Spot.
He looked deeply into my eyes like he did when we were. whatever we were before. I held his gaze steadily.
"Do you realize that the path you shall now, willingly, walk will lead you to become a greater being?" This reminds me of a Korn song I used to listen to called "I did my time" There's a particular line in it that goes 'I am the one who chose my path.' Well, I haven't chosen to do this. Something needs to happen.
And that's when I got scared.
(_(_(_(_(_(_ Spot's POV_)_)_)_)_)_)
They have a fortress. I want a fortress.
We crept out of the woods, (Well, Specs was dragging Adrienne, she didn't want to come. Something about gruesome death.) and there it was in all its Goashian glory. It was a castle to rival ours. So along we walked as quietly as possible. Well, Adrienne was making quite a racket.
"Damn it girl! Come here," I grabbed her hand and Specs let her go with out a qualm. I think she's beginning to try even his patience the spoiled little thing.
I lead her over to a very large tree. She glared at me skeptically and I just narrowed my eyes.
"Now, I want you to get really mad at that tree," she looked at me like I was crazy. I live in an asylum and I'm an elf. It comes with the territory.
"Why?" she questioned hesitantly, calming down a bit.
"Don't ask questions. Just do it. Hate that tree with all you've got," I placed a reassuring hand at the small of her back and turned to see the entire gang just watching us.
"Okay," she mumbled. Her eyes narrow and I could see her face get angrier and angrier. Suddenly the let out a war cry and there was a loud cracking.
"What was that?" she questioned jumping back. I shook my head and lead her over to the tree, placing her hand on the trunk. It was splintered and broken and probably about to fall over.
"Then why are we still standing here?" it took me a while to realize that I hadn't been speaking aloud and neither had she. It was purely mental. We scaled the rest of the grounds in silence, (my training must've taken it's toll) and focusing on a carelessly guarded back door, went inside.
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