Whoa, the response this story is growing. Glad you all like and again, sorry for delays. I am a college student after all and homework seems to be a priority here for some reason. :P But I am getting most of my writing done in class, it's just typing that takes time.
And, like last time, I'd like a vote on something: finish story here and now or turn it into a Series? Please respond, this story is at stake and I'd like responses if that were all right. I have a perfect opening for the series if it happens. It's actually this chapter I'd open it with if that were the unanimous vote. So peeps, let me know. Hoo, hoo, and to end on chapter thirteen, how clever.
Also, looking for a Beta Reader. After advice from fellow readers, I guess it'd be great to have one and not always spend so much time reading over my stuff again. I got too much to do. So any interested, email at naneeka@hotmail.com. Thanks!
I believe congrats are in order for Unicorn Lady, one of my fave fanfic authors who has been nominated for Best Sarah Characters and Best Original Character. Please vote for her. Her story is great (The Searcher)! Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers and your continuing support. Well, on with the show!
*~SFS~*
Disclaimer: Must we really go on with this? Any other unknowns are mine, allllll mine!!! Wuhaaaaaa-*cough, wheeze, cack* Excuse me. Let's begin.
Chapter Thirteen
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She grunted, wincing as sharp pain shot through her arm. Holding her shoulder, she entered the darkened apartment, leaning heavily against the wall as she closed the door. Silvery white curtains waved gently in the breeze coming from the open balcony. Slowly she made her way to a couch and lay on her side, wincing sharply.
"Nope," she moaned, "Better sit." She rose, sitting stiffly, gazing at the curtains.
Their was a soft jingle of a bell and a small tiger striped kitten ran into the room, jumped on the couch and meowed as it rubbed against her. She grinned, "Thought you'd never go for the 'cute and cuddly' look."
The kitten seemed to sniff disdainfully and jumped off the couch. It glowed a bright blue and its shape grew larger and taller. Soon, a man sat in its place, arched eyebrows, somewhat pointed ears and short red hair. He wore a dark blue jump-suit with a silver belt and marking at his shoulders, elbows, along his legs, and a small one on the right side of his chest, looking very much like twisted vines, a pale blue rose bud and silver crescent moon behind it, facing up. His almond shaped eyes were like flashing emeralds. "Grandmother always liked that form," then he noticed her wince and rose quickly and sat by the woman, "You're hurt! I knew this was not a good idea."
She grunted, "Nothing a little bandage and peroxide won't cure," she looked down, "She got one."
"Damn!" he muttered under his breath, "We have to get her back. It must be prevented."
Leaning forward, she took her face in her hands, "I would have saved her if I hadn't been so careless!"
He summoned with a motion and a first aid kit appeared. He moved her tee-shirt sleeve back from her shoulder and began applying medication to it.
She sucked in her breath, "Crap that burns!"
"Hold still and it won't hurt as much," he chuckled as she glared. Then his face grew somber, "You couldn't have gotten to her in your condition. You've strained yourself just getting here. When did you return your form?"
"Once I reached the alley near the complex," she winced as he wrapped a bandage around, tying it tightly. She grinned, "What would I do without your wonderful medical expertise?"
"Probably groan and moan to another doctor. You shouldn't have gone out tonight. This place is still new to you."
She looked up, gazing at the ceiling as she leaned back. She grinned a bit, "Not all that new. I remember what it was like before the new age. I've done my homework." Her grin broadened as she glanced at him, "I saw her."
His eyes widened, "Yo-you did what?! Cripes, what were you thinking?! You realize that's not allowed, don't you? Geeze, what if she'd seen you?"
"But she didn't. I made sure she was asleep. It was the only way I could go out tonight and not cause more struggle in her," she frowned sadly, "She is experiencing the attacks. And what's worse, I think she has met the one."
He sucked in his breath, "Then it has begun," he whispered as she nodded. he hit the arm of the couch with his fist, causing it to shake, "But how can you tell?"
"I have observed her with another and each time they meet, not long after, they black out. She has had the other attacks for a few weeks so it must mean..."
"The darkness is returning or she is awakening." He frowned, "Do you suppose she realizes it?"
She brought her hand to her face, thinking, "I'm not sure. I don't know what she's been told or if she has mentioned these attacks to anyone. Most likely she won't believe it is anything significant. She seemed confuse, yes but something isn't clicking. But it's showing," she looked at him, "Her hair. It's changing."
"Right after meeting this other girl?"
She nodded. He gazed at the drapes, "This is getting more and more complicated.(AN: You're telling me. I got lost back at 'Crap that burns'!) So what happens now?" (AN: *edge of her seat* Yeah, what happens? *realizes she has to type to see* Oh. Right.)
Sitting back slowly, wincing at her shoulder, she sighed, "We watch and begin plan 'A'. Tomorrow I begin teaching at Crossroads High School and you..."
"...attend classes at KO University," he chuckled, "Grams would be proud. You will be taking some evening classes in arts and drama..."
"...and you on occasion will be teaching as well, as experience for teachers license."
He nodded, "You've taken care of everything."
"Well I had a lot of help. You don't think we'd be sent here without something to do, do you?"
He chuckled and then a thought came to him, "Do you suppose there is a reason for our being here? We can't really interfere, you know."
"I know, but we will better understand later. The main reason I went out tonight was to watch over the guardians. They have no idea what's coming. It could have been worse. But when Roganda was attacked I had to..."
"Wait! Roganda? She was in charge of the attack?"
She nodded slowly and then grabbed his arm, "Realize that this is before the new age. There is still hope. You wouldn't be here if that were not clear."
Grimly he nodded, "I know, but still..."
"It will change. have faith."
"It still haunts... you know," he looked at her and it almost seemed like tears forming in his eyes, "I keep thinking... if only..."
She took hold of him, hugging him, controlling her own tears, "We can do this. There was nothing to be done then. Just hold onto the hope for the future."
He held her tighter, "I don't want to lose you too."
She pulled away slightly, "You won't. We'll always be together."
He hugged her again, "Now and forever."
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To be continued...?
And, like last time, I'd like a vote on something: finish story here and now or turn it into a Series? Please respond, this story is at stake and I'd like responses if that were all right. I have a perfect opening for the series if it happens. It's actually this chapter I'd open it with if that were the unanimous vote. So peeps, let me know. Hoo, hoo, and to end on chapter thirteen, how clever.
Also, looking for a Beta Reader. After advice from fellow readers, I guess it'd be great to have one and not always spend so much time reading over my stuff again. I got too much to do. So any interested, email at naneeka@hotmail.com. Thanks!
I believe congrats are in order for Unicorn Lady, one of my fave fanfic authors who has been nominated for Best Sarah Characters and Best Original Character. Please vote for her. Her story is great (The Searcher)! Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers and your continuing support. Well, on with the show!
*~SFS~*
Disclaimer: Must we really go on with this? Any other unknowns are mine, allllll mine!!! Wuhaaaaaa-*cough, wheeze, cack* Excuse me. Let's begin.
Chapter Thirteen
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Beginning or End
-----------------
She grunted, wincing as sharp pain shot through her arm. Holding her shoulder, she entered the darkened apartment, leaning heavily against the wall as she closed the door. Silvery white curtains waved gently in the breeze coming from the open balcony. Slowly she made her way to a couch and lay on her side, wincing sharply.
"Nope," she moaned, "Better sit." She rose, sitting stiffly, gazing at the curtains.
Their was a soft jingle of a bell and a small tiger striped kitten ran into the room, jumped on the couch and meowed as it rubbed against her. She grinned, "Thought you'd never go for the 'cute and cuddly' look."
The kitten seemed to sniff disdainfully and jumped off the couch. It glowed a bright blue and its shape grew larger and taller. Soon, a man sat in its place, arched eyebrows, somewhat pointed ears and short red hair. He wore a dark blue jump-suit with a silver belt and marking at his shoulders, elbows, along his legs, and a small one on the right side of his chest, looking very much like twisted vines, a pale blue rose bud and silver crescent moon behind it, facing up. His almond shaped eyes were like flashing emeralds. "Grandmother always liked that form," then he noticed her wince and rose quickly and sat by the woman, "You're hurt! I knew this was not a good idea."
She grunted, "Nothing a little bandage and peroxide won't cure," she looked down, "She got one."
"Damn!" he muttered under his breath, "We have to get her back. It must be prevented."
Leaning forward, she took her face in her hands, "I would have saved her if I hadn't been so careless!"
He summoned with a motion and a first aid kit appeared. He moved her tee-shirt sleeve back from her shoulder and began applying medication to it.
She sucked in her breath, "Crap that burns!"
"Hold still and it won't hurt as much," he chuckled as she glared. Then his face grew somber, "You couldn't have gotten to her in your condition. You've strained yourself just getting here. When did you return your form?"
"Once I reached the alley near the complex," she winced as he wrapped a bandage around, tying it tightly. She grinned, "What would I do without your wonderful medical expertise?"
"Probably groan and moan to another doctor. You shouldn't have gone out tonight. This place is still new to you."
She looked up, gazing at the ceiling as she leaned back. She grinned a bit, "Not all that new. I remember what it was like before the new age. I've done my homework." Her grin broadened as she glanced at him, "I saw her."
His eyes widened, "Yo-you did what?! Cripes, what were you thinking?! You realize that's not allowed, don't you? Geeze, what if she'd seen you?"
"But she didn't. I made sure she was asleep. It was the only way I could go out tonight and not cause more struggle in her," she frowned sadly, "She is experiencing the attacks. And what's worse, I think she has met the one."
He sucked in his breath, "Then it has begun," he whispered as she nodded. he hit the arm of the couch with his fist, causing it to shake, "But how can you tell?"
"I have observed her with another and each time they meet, not long after, they black out. She has had the other attacks for a few weeks so it must mean..."
"The darkness is returning or she is awakening." He frowned, "Do you suppose she realizes it?"
She brought her hand to her face, thinking, "I'm not sure. I don't know what she's been told or if she has mentioned these attacks to anyone. Most likely she won't believe it is anything significant. She seemed confuse, yes but something isn't clicking. But it's showing," she looked at him, "Her hair. It's changing."
"Right after meeting this other girl?"
She nodded. He gazed at the drapes, "This is getting more and more complicated.(AN: You're telling me. I got lost back at 'Crap that burns'!) So what happens now?" (AN: *edge of her seat* Yeah, what happens? *realizes she has to type to see* Oh. Right.)
Sitting back slowly, wincing at her shoulder, she sighed, "We watch and begin plan 'A'. Tomorrow I begin teaching at Crossroads High School and you..."
"...attend classes at KO University," he chuckled, "Grams would be proud. You will be taking some evening classes in arts and drama..."
"...and you on occasion will be teaching as well, as experience for teachers license."
He nodded, "You've taken care of everything."
"Well I had a lot of help. You don't think we'd be sent here without something to do, do you?"
He chuckled and then a thought came to him, "Do you suppose there is a reason for our being here? We can't really interfere, you know."
"I know, but we will better understand later. The main reason I went out tonight was to watch over the guardians. They have no idea what's coming. It could have been worse. But when Roganda was attacked I had to..."
"Wait! Roganda? She was in charge of the attack?"
She nodded slowly and then grabbed his arm, "Realize that this is before the new age. There is still hope. You wouldn't be here if that were not clear."
Grimly he nodded, "I know, but still..."
"It will change. have faith."
"It still haunts... you know," he looked at her and it almost seemed like tears forming in his eyes, "I keep thinking... if only..."
She took hold of him, hugging him, controlling her own tears, "We can do this. There was nothing to be done then. Just hold onto the hope for the future."
He held her tighter, "I don't want to lose you too."
She pulled away slightly, "You won't. We'll always be together."
He hugged her again, "Now and forever."
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To be continued...?