"Wait, so you're going to drink his blood while he's unconscious? Excuse me while I sound a little crass, but where's the fun in that?" she asked, thinking aloud.
"Peter, a couple of the members said they saw in the vicinity on Jack's hotel last night." Said Brent as he opened Jack's shirt.
"Yeah, I went to go recruit Jack's friend, like you said. You know I would never be disloyal." Said Pete.
She watched Pete as Brent stared him down, Pete's smile faltered for just a second.
"Just a thought: Poker, not your game." Said Maura.
"Good, because you know the penalty for disloyalty is worse than death." He said, smiling. "Cheers." He opened Jack's shirt. Maura was ready to stop Brent from biting Jack, but as the shirt opened, the angel he always wore started to glow, throwing Brent out of it's light. Jack woke up.
"The love of two beats the evils, yes!" she yelled in surprise and happiness. "Thank you Gabe, thank you so much." Jack had gotten up and had started to run to the room in the back where Fiona and Molly had been taken. Brent took up after him. She was about to go after him when Pete went right past her, grabbed Brent, and through him up against the wall.
"No! Wait I mean, yes! I mean- arrgghh am I going to get to beat him up or not." She said. Suddenly realizing what had happened. "Hey, Pete's got game." She said, watching as he gave Brent a fist to his stomach, followed by a punch in the head which knocked him out. Pete than ran into the room where the Phillips were basically trapped.
"Okay, now all I need is for Jack, Molly, and Fiona to leave, and you and I are going to have little party." She said, standing over the still unconscious body of Brent. As though her wish had been heard, the Phillips came running out of the room to the elevator. She looked into the other room and saw Pete at the end holding closed yet another door with the two Barbies on the other side. When she turned back, she found Brent had woken up and was in hot pursuit of the trio. She saw they were going to make it, and got ready to `have a little fun'. As Brent reached the elevator, it closed. He pounded his fists on it, and made like he was going to back and take care of Pete. Maura smiled, and stepped into action.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked slyly, leaning against one of the pillars just out of the light. Brent stopped in his tracks and whirled in her direction.
"Who's there?" he said suspiciously.
"Someone who doesn't like when her friends are messed with." She said, walking slowly out of the light.
"Maura. I should have known there was something wrong with you when I first met you"
"Something wrong me? I don't think so." She said, still walking up to him. She got to the point where she was standing right in front of him. Then she looked with some interest at his face. "There's something wrong with your eye."
"Really, what might that be?" He asked. Suddenly, Maura swing hard at his left eye. Brent went down. "There's a big bruise on it." Brent jumped back up and swung at her, and the fight began. He punched her in the side; she kicked him in the head. Nearly back and forth they fought, until Maura began to get the feeling she was winning. Brent must have felt it too, because he quickly used all of his strength to shove her into a wall twenty feet way. She fell to floor, got ready for whatever he was going to do next, but when she looked up she realized that he had run. .
"Chicken." She muttered. "Smart, but still a chicken." She got up and assessed the damages. A bruise on her stomach, a deep cut on her arm, and a sore leg was all she found. Otherwise she had gotten off pretty easy. She walked back into the room where Pete had held the two girls. The door had been ripped off its hinges and was now sitting on the floor. She walked a bit into the dark hall behind the door.
"Must have been a way out. Dammit, I hate it when those powers are right." She muttered. Then she remembered Peter. She quickly turned around. No sign of him in the little room. She walked back into the main area, and there was Pete, unconscious on the floor next to metal table. She walked over, picked him up and put him on the table, making sure he stayed sitting up. She looked at the front of his head. A deep cut was on his forehead.
"That must be where Brent hit him, but where did the floor get him?" she asked herself. She got up on her knees on the table behind him, and started trying to find the bump that was surely on the back of his head. She was running her fingers over his head, when she hit the bump. Pete was woken by the bump being irritated, and instinctively grabbed at her hand. Maura also had instincts, obviously, and with her other hand grabbed his arm and twisted him around so that his entire arm was laying flat on the table before she realized what she was doing.
"Oh my, I am so sorry." She said, getting off the table and helping him up. Pete looked up at the sound of her voice, and shock was apparent on his face when he realized who it was.
"Maura, what are you doing here?" he croaked out.
"What, like I'm going to stay at the hotel while my friends are turned into the creatures of the night? I'd just as likely summon Bethra-tol." She said.
"Bethra-tol?"
"She's one of the old spirits you summon to destroy the world."
"Oh, that Bethra-tol."
"Now, can I look at that bump on the back of your head now, or are you going to grab my hand again and make me flip you over."
"Umm, okay." She answered slowly, sitting back down on the table. Maura got back onto the table on her knees, found the bump again, and pushed the hair back to examine it.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but what are you?" asked Pete.
"I'm a Fire Witch."
"A fire witch?" he asked.
"It's basically a witch that controls had the ability to control fire. Don't you take this the wrong way, but for someone who's supposed to be smart, you don't know much about the occult."
"I guess it never came up in school." He answered.
"Alright, the bump back here is fine. It's going to be sore for a while, but it's not going to need stitches." She jumped down from the table, and walked in front of him. "I want to look at that cut on the top of your head now."
"Go ahead." He said, looking at her eyes. She bent down a little, got kind of close to his face, and examined the cut. After a few seconds she noticed that Pete was still looking at her. She looked at his eyes instead of the cut.
"What is-" she started to ask. She was cut off as Pete moved a little and started to kiss her. Maura, shocked, didn't return the kiss. When Pete realized this he pulled back and stared at the ground.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what-" now he was interrupted by Maura kissing him. Once again the favor was not returned and Maura stopped and pulled away. The two looked at each other, and then at the same time kissed each other, a long, beautiful kiss. They then both pulled away and looked at each other. Maura stood up hurriedly, slightly ashamed.
"Umm, your head is fine, it won't be needing stitches either."
"You're hurt too." He said.
"What?" She asked. Pete pointed Maura's arm where Brent had scratched her. Even though she had made a mental note of it before, she had forgotten to put something on it. Blood had managed to trickle half way down the arm, and the wound was still open.
"Oh dear." She looked around for something to clean it up with, and remembered her bandana. She took it out, wiped the blood up, and rolled it up. She then tried to tie it around her arm, but couldn't get it right. Pete watched for a moment, laughed a little, and reached out.
"Here, let me try that." He took the bandana, wrapped it around her arm twice, and then tied it tightly. He looked at it a bit.
"Almost looks like a fashion statement." He said.
"Yeah, I suppose it could be."
"So, did you, umm, did you get him?" asked Pete.
"Who, Brent? No, he got away through the back. I didn't count on getting him though."
"Why not?"
"Because I was told I wouldn't." She saw the puzzled expression in his eyes and continued to explain when she passed out, seeing Dara, and then the dreams.
"In every dream I saw this place, I almost saw Brent, and I always saw evil. But I never saw you." She finished. "May-maybe if I did I wouldn't have been so averse to leaving Hope Springs." She smiled at him. He smiled back at her.
"Well, what do we do now?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Maura, if what you say is true, than he's going to come back. I couldn't let him hurt you, or Fiona or Jack or anyone." He said.
"I'm a big girl; if he does come back I can take him. But, if you were to hang around me, I don't think I would try to stop you from doing that." She said, sitting down next to him on the table.
"Okay, then." He said, taking her hand.
"Okay."
"Peter, a couple of the members said they saw in the vicinity on Jack's hotel last night." Said Brent as he opened Jack's shirt.
"Yeah, I went to go recruit Jack's friend, like you said. You know I would never be disloyal." Said Pete.
She watched Pete as Brent stared him down, Pete's smile faltered for just a second.
"Just a thought: Poker, not your game." Said Maura.
"Good, because you know the penalty for disloyalty is worse than death." He said, smiling. "Cheers." He opened Jack's shirt. Maura was ready to stop Brent from biting Jack, but as the shirt opened, the angel he always wore started to glow, throwing Brent out of it's light. Jack woke up.
"The love of two beats the evils, yes!" she yelled in surprise and happiness. "Thank you Gabe, thank you so much." Jack had gotten up and had started to run to the room in the back where Fiona and Molly had been taken. Brent took up after him. She was about to go after him when Pete went right past her, grabbed Brent, and through him up against the wall.
"No! Wait I mean, yes! I mean- arrgghh am I going to get to beat him up or not." She said. Suddenly realizing what had happened. "Hey, Pete's got game." She said, watching as he gave Brent a fist to his stomach, followed by a punch in the head which knocked him out. Pete than ran into the room where the Phillips were basically trapped.
"Okay, now all I need is for Jack, Molly, and Fiona to leave, and you and I are going to have little party." She said, standing over the still unconscious body of Brent. As though her wish had been heard, the Phillips came running out of the room to the elevator. She looked into the other room and saw Pete at the end holding closed yet another door with the two Barbies on the other side. When she turned back, she found Brent had woken up and was in hot pursuit of the trio. She saw they were going to make it, and got ready to `have a little fun'. As Brent reached the elevator, it closed. He pounded his fists on it, and made like he was going to back and take care of Pete. Maura smiled, and stepped into action.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked slyly, leaning against one of the pillars just out of the light. Brent stopped in his tracks and whirled in her direction.
"Who's there?" he said suspiciously.
"Someone who doesn't like when her friends are messed with." She said, walking slowly out of the light.
"Maura. I should have known there was something wrong with you when I first met you"
"Something wrong me? I don't think so." She said, still walking up to him. She got to the point where she was standing right in front of him. Then she looked with some interest at his face. "There's something wrong with your eye."
"Really, what might that be?" He asked. Suddenly, Maura swing hard at his left eye. Brent went down. "There's a big bruise on it." Brent jumped back up and swung at her, and the fight began. He punched her in the side; she kicked him in the head. Nearly back and forth they fought, until Maura began to get the feeling she was winning. Brent must have felt it too, because he quickly used all of his strength to shove her into a wall twenty feet way. She fell to floor, got ready for whatever he was going to do next, but when she looked up she realized that he had run. .
"Chicken." She muttered. "Smart, but still a chicken." She got up and assessed the damages. A bruise on her stomach, a deep cut on her arm, and a sore leg was all she found. Otherwise she had gotten off pretty easy. She walked back into the room where Pete had held the two girls. The door had been ripped off its hinges and was now sitting on the floor. She walked a bit into the dark hall behind the door.
"Must have been a way out. Dammit, I hate it when those powers are right." She muttered. Then she remembered Peter. She quickly turned around. No sign of him in the little room. She walked back into the main area, and there was Pete, unconscious on the floor next to metal table. She walked over, picked him up and put him on the table, making sure he stayed sitting up. She looked at the front of his head. A deep cut was on his forehead.
"That must be where Brent hit him, but where did the floor get him?" she asked herself. She got up on her knees on the table behind him, and started trying to find the bump that was surely on the back of his head. She was running her fingers over his head, when she hit the bump. Pete was woken by the bump being irritated, and instinctively grabbed at her hand. Maura also had instincts, obviously, and with her other hand grabbed his arm and twisted him around so that his entire arm was laying flat on the table before she realized what she was doing.
"Oh my, I am so sorry." She said, getting off the table and helping him up. Pete looked up at the sound of her voice, and shock was apparent on his face when he realized who it was.
"Maura, what are you doing here?" he croaked out.
"What, like I'm going to stay at the hotel while my friends are turned into the creatures of the night? I'd just as likely summon Bethra-tol." She said.
"Bethra-tol?"
"She's one of the old spirits you summon to destroy the world."
"Oh, that Bethra-tol."
"Now, can I look at that bump on the back of your head now, or are you going to grab my hand again and make me flip you over."
"Umm, okay." She answered slowly, sitting back down on the table. Maura got back onto the table on her knees, found the bump again, and pushed the hair back to examine it.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but what are you?" asked Pete.
"I'm a Fire Witch."
"A fire witch?" he asked.
"It's basically a witch that controls had the ability to control fire. Don't you take this the wrong way, but for someone who's supposed to be smart, you don't know much about the occult."
"I guess it never came up in school." He answered.
"Alright, the bump back here is fine. It's going to be sore for a while, but it's not going to need stitches." She jumped down from the table, and walked in front of him. "I want to look at that cut on the top of your head now."
"Go ahead." He said, looking at her eyes. She bent down a little, got kind of close to his face, and examined the cut. After a few seconds she noticed that Pete was still looking at her. She looked at his eyes instead of the cut.
"What is-" she started to ask. She was cut off as Pete moved a little and started to kiss her. Maura, shocked, didn't return the kiss. When Pete realized this he pulled back and stared at the ground.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what-" now he was interrupted by Maura kissing him. Once again the favor was not returned and Maura stopped and pulled away. The two looked at each other, and then at the same time kissed each other, a long, beautiful kiss. They then both pulled away and looked at each other. Maura stood up hurriedly, slightly ashamed.
"Umm, your head is fine, it won't be needing stitches either."
"You're hurt too." He said.
"What?" She asked. Pete pointed Maura's arm where Brent had scratched her. Even though she had made a mental note of it before, she had forgotten to put something on it. Blood had managed to trickle half way down the arm, and the wound was still open.
"Oh dear." She looked around for something to clean it up with, and remembered her bandana. She took it out, wiped the blood up, and rolled it up. She then tried to tie it around her arm, but couldn't get it right. Pete watched for a moment, laughed a little, and reached out.
"Here, let me try that." He took the bandana, wrapped it around her arm twice, and then tied it tightly. He looked at it a bit.
"Almost looks like a fashion statement." He said.
"Yeah, I suppose it could be."
"So, did you, umm, did you get him?" asked Pete.
"Who, Brent? No, he got away through the back. I didn't count on getting him though."
"Why not?"
"Because I was told I wouldn't." She saw the puzzled expression in his eyes and continued to explain when she passed out, seeing Dara, and then the dreams.
"In every dream I saw this place, I almost saw Brent, and I always saw evil. But I never saw you." She finished. "May-maybe if I did I wouldn't have been so averse to leaving Hope Springs." She smiled at him. He smiled back at her.
"Well, what do we do now?" he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Maura, if what you say is true, than he's going to come back. I couldn't let him hurt you, or Fiona or Jack or anyone." He said.
"I'm a big girl; if he does come back I can take him. But, if you were to hang around me, I don't think I would try to stop you from doing that." She said, sitting down next to him on the table.
"Okay, then." He said, taking her hand.
"Okay."