Part 2.
[Ahem... WOOT!]
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Charlotte's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
They have a sanctuary. I want a sanctuary.
I was led into this huge room, dressed to the nines. (Chained to them too.) They gave me a moment to gaze in awe at what lay before me. The entire chapel was completely covered with ivy and moss. There were large windows that at one point were probably elaborate, but were now glassless.
There was a very intricately carved wooden alter at the front. Atop it sat what looked like a casket.
"It is time for you to meet the master. You shall then join him for your eternal purpose," I held my head up high. There wasn't much else I could do. I was lead down the isle to the front. It was at this point that I realized every stone pew was full. This was no puny coven, this was definitely something bigger. Michael pretty much just threw me to the floor before the alter and the ceremony began.
I would tell you what I said, but I don't speak Latin. I merely made myself comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you can be when you're tied into a revealing dress, chained up head to toe, and about to be sacrificed
(_(_(_(_(_(Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)
We finally made it inside and I've had to hit Race seven times now for humming the mission impossible theme and ducking around corners with his gun. I even caught Blink doing it with his crossbow. We've run into a guard or two, but Mike is on a warpath like nothing I've ever seen. It's incredible. and slightly terrifying, but whatever.
"Hey!" I heard him think the word long before he said it. We stood in a long hallway and a Goashian guard had just leapt up and was going to fight us with a staff. I fought down a laugh. There are thirteen of us and one of you. What do you then you're gonna do?
Before this jabroni could even utter the words to curse us, Mike was on him like a pack of dogs on a three-legged cat. I saw Adrienne turn away. It isn't really the nicest of sights, especially when he gets into it. I shook my head. We walked through the door he'd been guarding and into yet another hallway. Okay, so perhaps I didn't want a fortress.
Another hallway, another guard, another door. Through this door, however, there were stairs. So up the stairs we went. There was an extra long hallway here. But behind the doors I could here someone bellowing out in...
"Latin," Jack and Dutchy murmured instantaneously.
"Charlie?" I questioned mentally. Come on sweety, if you're there you gotta tell me.
"Spot?" I heard the soft reply and felt the fear in it. It almost made me sick to think of what might have been going on in the room before us.
"Okay, she's in there. When we get in there, I'm going to start showing off a bit,"
"A bit?" Blink started sarcastically, I silenced him with a glare.
"Any how, I'm gonna create a wind storm around us and that should protect is a s we get Charlie." And through the doors we went.
It was like a movie or something. I walked cockily up to the doors and slammed them open. People started leaping up but I summoneed my tornado and none of them ever had a chance.
"Charlie!" Dutchy yelled, running to the front of the room and breaking through the tornado which rendered my protection useless for he and Charlotte. She tried to rise, but being chained as she was, Dutchy had to help her. I calmed the tornado and then the fighting began. Jack and I were using all the psychic ability we possesed to keep ourselves and those around us safe.
Joe launched into it. Joe does not launch into anything, that's Mikes job.
I paused for a moment to shatter Charlie's chains. She looked up at me and smiled. Come to think of it that's the first time she's smiled at me since I took her in. She was quieter then. But she didnt need to say anything when I tugged her inside and out of the rain, her smile was enough.
In a moments breadth as I was reminiscing I saw the arms wrap around her from behind and carry her out of my sight.
I darted off after her. I ran past Adrienne, using the technique I had shown her with many of the Goashians. I ran past Race, pumping every other guy full of lead. But Charlie was somewhere screaming and that was what I concentrated on.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(Dutchy's POV_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Thats when I heard the blast. It was like a bomb going off. People flew into the air, mingled with stone and wood alike. Charlie had snapped again. No one but Charlie, Spot, Myself and Jack knwe the power she possessed when someone really pissed her off. I whipped around to face the area. Charlie was standing in the center of a large crater that made up for depth with width.
She was staring at a man laying mere feet away from her. He seemed unconsious. I rushed over to Charlotte to make sure she was alright and she seemed okay from my point of view. After what seemed like hours, all of our enemy lay bloody or dead.
We werent without wounds however. Spot was nursing a nasty head wound and Blink was stumbling about after being hit over the head with a stone slab. Scott had a broken arm that I promised to see to after we got home. Jordan had a black eye and a split lip, Adrienne had hints of bruises coming out on her cheeks.
The others rushed over to make sure she was alright. And she alive at the very least. Her dress which was obviously something she'd been forced into was torn and dusty, and mall trickle of blood came from the center of her bottom lip, not to mention she had a nasty cut above her eye that looked a day or two old. She smiled as best as she could at Race and his brothers. As she was turning to Adrienne however, I felt something was wrong. I raised my head and leapt in front of Charlotte. Thats when the steak flew into my chest.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(Charlotte's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Dutchy!" I screamed, falling to my knees. I got a picture from Spot, it was Michael, standing there and laughing at me. But I didnt care. All I want is for him to be okay.
"Dutchy... Spot, can you help him?" He looked down ashamedly and shook his head. The tears welled up in my eyes but I refused to let them come. If I began crying then he would really be dead. And I wont let that happen.
"Dutch, Nikko can you hear me? Oh, I'm so sorry," I swallowed, "It was meant for me. I know it was," Dutchy smirked but there was pain behind the action.
"Charlie, it isnt your fault. Nothing's your fault," He closed his eyes and then he died.
"No." I said quietly. There was no emotion in my voice. Then I stood and faced Michael. He had missed his target and gotten what he had always wanted, my suffering. It was the last thing he would ever see.
"Everyone, leave," Before Spot could take a breath to speak, I silenced him.
"OUT!" They're all leaving me here alone with the man I never loved and then man I never got a chance to tell.
With a defiant flick of my chin, I sent him flying into the wall. His back was broken. I made sure of that. I glanced up at the front of the room. The coffin was still there. Empty, but there.
Heaving the lid on, I walked out of the sanctuary, never turning to look back. I swore I'd never let him see me cry.
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Woo! I'm real sorry I had to kill of Dutch... he was my favorite too! -nod- But the show must go on. We all knew Michael had to die. No one liked him anyhow. What's Jacks future with the Gang? What about Adrienne and the new vampire crew? Hm? Just wait for the epilogue! And then...THE NEXT BOOK! WOO!
Chapterly Quote: "We need to get her on the bed immediately if not later!" Robin Williams- Nine Months.
Shout ins~
Spot Hunter- Oh worry not, you will find out more about our cute little slash in the next book! These two are going to be as fluffy as it gets. But dont fret, there will be tough SPOTS to. -hinthint- Anywho, thanks a pongoes for all your super swingin' reviews. I appreciate that you like my story and want to tell me about it.
Megabee- You are my best reviewer! Why? You ask? Well its because you have reviewed more chapters than anyone else! Yippee! You get a cookie. Dont worry about Charlie, she'll be fine. She's a battle axe, there's nothing she cant handle... or so you think.
Sung- Dogma is indeed one of the best movies of all time
Best movies of all time: Pirates of the Carribbean, Edward Scissorhands, Monty Python and the search for the holy grail, Nine Months, Dogma, Chicken Run, and my home movies. -cough- Did anyone else hear me say that?
Race- I did! Specs- Me too!
Phoenix- I will whip you with a wet noodle! -all the newsies cower in fear-
Anyhow, as I was sayin' I didnt lie. This story will go until the bitter end (Placebo! Koo Koo kachoo! Woot) -cough- it will go until I'm satisfied with the end result. And I realize that Spot isnt REALLY a turd as I portray him to be. In book two we'll get in touch with his soft but by no means feminine side. -hinthint- Oh, and in 13 Ghosts there are... er... 13 ghosts.
Falco- Spike will show up for my name isnt Phoenix!
Spot- Er, yer name aint Phoenix. Its- -smack-
Phoenix- Yes?
Spot- It just aint fair.
Any-who, as I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted, I'll find Spike a part. My only question is: Do you like him bleach blonde and short or dirty blonde and curly?
Stay tuned Sweaty monkeys!
[Ahem... WOOT!]
(_(_(_(_(_(_(Charlotte's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)
They have a sanctuary. I want a sanctuary.
I was led into this huge room, dressed to the nines. (Chained to them too.) They gave me a moment to gaze in awe at what lay before me. The entire chapel was completely covered with ivy and moss. There were large windows that at one point were probably elaborate, but were now glassless.
There was a very intricately carved wooden alter at the front. Atop it sat what looked like a casket.
"It is time for you to meet the master. You shall then join him for your eternal purpose," I held my head up high. There wasn't much else I could do. I was lead down the isle to the front. It was at this point that I realized every stone pew was full. This was no puny coven, this was definitely something bigger. Michael pretty much just threw me to the floor before the alter and the ceremony began.
I would tell you what I said, but I don't speak Latin. I merely made myself comfortable. Well, as comfortable as you can be when you're tied into a revealing dress, chained up head to toe, and about to be sacrificed
(_(_(_(_(_(Spot's POV)_)_)_)_)
We finally made it inside and I've had to hit Race seven times now for humming the mission impossible theme and ducking around corners with his gun. I even caught Blink doing it with his crossbow. We've run into a guard or two, but Mike is on a warpath like nothing I've ever seen. It's incredible. and slightly terrifying, but whatever.
"Hey!" I heard him think the word long before he said it. We stood in a long hallway and a Goashian guard had just leapt up and was going to fight us with a staff. I fought down a laugh. There are thirteen of us and one of you. What do you then you're gonna do?
Before this jabroni could even utter the words to curse us, Mike was on him like a pack of dogs on a three-legged cat. I saw Adrienne turn away. It isn't really the nicest of sights, especially when he gets into it. I shook my head. We walked through the door he'd been guarding and into yet another hallway. Okay, so perhaps I didn't want a fortress.
Another hallway, another guard, another door. Through this door, however, there were stairs. So up the stairs we went. There was an extra long hallway here. But behind the doors I could here someone bellowing out in...
"Latin," Jack and Dutchy murmured instantaneously.
"Charlie?" I questioned mentally. Come on sweety, if you're there you gotta tell me.
"Spot?" I heard the soft reply and felt the fear in it. It almost made me sick to think of what might have been going on in the room before us.
"Okay, she's in there. When we get in there, I'm going to start showing off a bit,"
"A bit?" Blink started sarcastically, I silenced him with a glare.
"Any how, I'm gonna create a wind storm around us and that should protect is a s we get Charlie." And through the doors we went.
It was like a movie or something. I walked cockily up to the doors and slammed them open. People started leaping up but I summoneed my tornado and none of them ever had a chance.
"Charlie!" Dutchy yelled, running to the front of the room and breaking through the tornado which rendered my protection useless for he and Charlotte. She tried to rise, but being chained as she was, Dutchy had to help her. I calmed the tornado and then the fighting began. Jack and I were using all the psychic ability we possesed to keep ourselves and those around us safe.
Joe launched into it. Joe does not launch into anything, that's Mikes job.
I paused for a moment to shatter Charlie's chains. She looked up at me and smiled. Come to think of it that's the first time she's smiled at me since I took her in. She was quieter then. But she didnt need to say anything when I tugged her inside and out of the rain, her smile was enough.
In a moments breadth as I was reminiscing I saw the arms wrap around her from behind and carry her out of my sight.
I darted off after her. I ran past Adrienne, using the technique I had shown her with many of the Goashians. I ran past Race, pumping every other guy full of lead. But Charlie was somewhere screaming and that was what I concentrated on.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(Dutchy's POV_)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
Thats when I heard the blast. It was like a bomb going off. People flew into the air, mingled with stone and wood alike. Charlie had snapped again. No one but Charlie, Spot, Myself and Jack knwe the power she possessed when someone really pissed her off. I whipped around to face the area. Charlie was standing in the center of a large crater that made up for depth with width.
She was staring at a man laying mere feet away from her. He seemed unconsious. I rushed over to Charlotte to make sure she was alright and she seemed okay from my point of view. After what seemed like hours, all of our enemy lay bloody or dead.
We werent without wounds however. Spot was nursing a nasty head wound and Blink was stumbling about after being hit over the head with a stone slab. Scott had a broken arm that I promised to see to after we got home. Jordan had a black eye and a split lip, Adrienne had hints of bruises coming out on her cheeks.
The others rushed over to make sure she was alright. And she alive at the very least. Her dress which was obviously something she'd been forced into was torn and dusty, and mall trickle of blood came from the center of her bottom lip, not to mention she had a nasty cut above her eye that looked a day or two old. She smiled as best as she could at Race and his brothers. As she was turning to Adrienne however, I felt something was wrong. I raised my head and leapt in front of Charlotte. Thats when the steak flew into my chest.
(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(_(Charlotte's POV)_)_)_)_)_)_)_)
"Dutchy!" I screamed, falling to my knees. I got a picture from Spot, it was Michael, standing there and laughing at me. But I didnt care. All I want is for him to be okay.
"Dutchy... Spot, can you help him?" He looked down ashamedly and shook his head. The tears welled up in my eyes but I refused to let them come. If I began crying then he would really be dead. And I wont let that happen.
"Dutch, Nikko can you hear me? Oh, I'm so sorry," I swallowed, "It was meant for me. I know it was," Dutchy smirked but there was pain behind the action.
"Charlie, it isnt your fault. Nothing's your fault," He closed his eyes and then he died.
"No." I said quietly. There was no emotion in my voice. Then I stood and faced Michael. He had missed his target and gotten what he had always wanted, my suffering. It was the last thing he would ever see.
"Everyone, leave," Before Spot could take a breath to speak, I silenced him.
"OUT!" They're all leaving me here alone with the man I never loved and then man I never got a chance to tell.
With a defiant flick of my chin, I sent him flying into the wall. His back was broken. I made sure of that. I glanced up at the front of the room. The coffin was still there. Empty, but there.
Heaving the lid on, I walked out of the sanctuary, never turning to look back. I swore I'd never let him see me cry.
((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))))
Woo! I'm real sorry I had to kill of Dutch... he was my favorite too! -nod- But the show must go on. We all knew Michael had to die. No one liked him anyhow. What's Jacks future with the Gang? What about Adrienne and the new vampire crew? Hm? Just wait for the epilogue! And then...THE NEXT BOOK! WOO!
Chapterly Quote: "We need to get her on the bed immediately if not later!" Robin Williams- Nine Months.
Shout ins~
Spot Hunter- Oh worry not, you will find out more about our cute little slash in the next book! These two are going to be as fluffy as it gets. But dont fret, there will be tough SPOTS to. -hinthint- Anywho, thanks a pongoes for all your super swingin' reviews. I appreciate that you like my story and want to tell me about it.
Megabee- You are my best reviewer! Why? You ask? Well its because you have reviewed more chapters than anyone else! Yippee! You get a cookie. Dont worry about Charlie, she'll be fine. She's a battle axe, there's nothing she cant handle... or so you think.
Sung- Dogma is indeed one of the best movies of all time
Best movies of all time: Pirates of the Carribbean, Edward Scissorhands, Monty Python and the search for the holy grail, Nine Months, Dogma, Chicken Run, and my home movies. -cough- Did anyone else hear me say that?
Race- I did! Specs- Me too!
Phoenix- I will whip you with a wet noodle! -all the newsies cower in fear-
Anyhow, as I was sayin' I didnt lie. This story will go until the bitter end (Placebo! Koo Koo kachoo! Woot) -cough- it will go until I'm satisfied with the end result. And I realize that Spot isnt REALLY a turd as I portray him to be. In book two we'll get in touch with his soft but by no means feminine side. -hinthint- Oh, and in 13 Ghosts there are... er... 13 ghosts.
Falco- Spike will show up for my name isnt Phoenix!
Spot- Er, yer name aint Phoenix. Its- -smack-
Phoenix- Yes?
Spot- It just aint fair.
Any-who, as I was saying before I was so RUDELY interrupted, I'll find Spike a part. My only question is: Do you like him bleach blonde and short or dirty blonde and curly?
Stay tuned Sweaty monkeys!