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Nightworld.
A/N: I'm really not completely sure what to do with this story, so any reviews or suggestions would be warmly welcomed. Unless they're bad. Then you can keep them. Or just sell them on e-bay. Your choice.
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"What the?! For Goddess sake put that thing down! Are you trying to get us caught?" Poppy squealed into the darkness of a third story bedroom. No one was around, there really was no chance of being caught in the act. But, Poppy thought, better safe than sorry.
Downstairs a party was in the making. Punch, music, dancing, all things Poppy hadn't enjoyed in awhile. She missed dancing at parties. Normal parties. Normal people. Normal talking. Normal goals in life. Being human. It had been nearly a year since Poppy had become a vampire. She wasn't really sad or angry about it, she had James now. But every so often, she wondered about what might have been if…she hadn't had cancer…James had never revealed his secrets…if well--- if she hadn't fallen in love. Would she still be the same Poppy? The vivacious and spunky fairy, flittering around reality with a swish of wavy hair. Or---
"Will you please try to focus already?" Rashel was pretty impatient tonight. She hadn't seen Quinn since Friday and today was Thursday. A Rashel without Quinn, Poppy learned, is a scary Rashel. For the past hour or so, ever since they'd broken the security system to the apartment complex, Rashel had been snipping at everything Poppy did. Poppy knew she was slightly anxious and impatient herself, but come on!
Rashel toyed with the dial, turning it right and left, listening, waiting for the silent click that said 'I'm open.' But there was no click. Giving up, Rashel grabbed and twisted the combination lock with all her strength, irritation dominating her every movement. Goddess! She was tired, probably smelled worse than she felt, and she missed Quinn too damn much. You'll see him soon, she reminded herself. All you have to do is finish the job, and then you can fly out to Boston and…and…have tea or something…just finish the mission. Rashel expelled a breath from her constricted throat she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. Like a swan she dropped her neck face staring at the carpeted floor. She needed to concentrate. Deep breaths. Precision.
Quinn…
Quinn…
Quinn…
So much for focus she thought. Behind her she could hear Poppy shifting from foot to foot, doing some thinking of her own.
"I say we blow this thing up. Neither one of us really wants to be here. Let's just go. Okay?" Rashel had craned her neck around from her crouch on the floor to look up at Poppy.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Poppy asked, she really didn't want to be here either, but she felt that she should ask. Poppy didn't want to be the one responsible for such an action.
"Do you really want to do this, or what?" Rashel waited a beat for an answer she already knew.
Nothing.
"Well? Talk, come on…TALK! You do it all the time. You hardly shut up! Just answer my question and we can LEAVE!" Rashel ordered, her voice wavering on an outburst.
"No. Just do it already," Poppy turned around, watching the door.
Poppy figured that Rashel probably knew what she was doing. They really did need those files, and, well…
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. What if they accidentally destroyed the files, what then? Poppy whipped around ready to stop Rashel when she noticed that Rashel was also having second thoughts, a look of regret and possibly…no, it couldn't be…yes, it was…horror, from Rashel.
"It's gonna blow, someone messed it up, we gotta get out of here!"
TBC?
A/N: I'm really not completely sure what to do with this story, so any reviews or suggestions would be warmly welcomed. Unless they're bad. Then you can keep them. Or just sell them on e-bay. Your choice.
* * *
"What the?! For Goddess sake put that thing down! Are you trying to get us caught?" Poppy squealed into the darkness of a third story bedroom. No one was around, there really was no chance of being caught in the act. But, Poppy thought, better safe than sorry.
Downstairs a party was in the making. Punch, music, dancing, all things Poppy hadn't enjoyed in awhile. She missed dancing at parties. Normal parties. Normal people. Normal talking. Normal goals in life. Being human. It had been nearly a year since Poppy had become a vampire. She wasn't really sad or angry about it, she had James now. But every so often, she wondered about what might have been if…she hadn't had cancer…James had never revealed his secrets…if well--- if she hadn't fallen in love. Would she still be the same Poppy? The vivacious and spunky fairy, flittering around reality with a swish of wavy hair. Or---
"Will you please try to focus already?" Rashel was pretty impatient tonight. She hadn't seen Quinn since Friday and today was Thursday. A Rashel without Quinn, Poppy learned, is a scary Rashel. For the past hour or so, ever since they'd broken the security system to the apartment complex, Rashel had been snipping at everything Poppy did. Poppy knew she was slightly anxious and impatient herself, but come on!
Rashel toyed with the dial, turning it right and left, listening, waiting for the silent click that said 'I'm open.' But there was no click. Giving up, Rashel grabbed and twisted the combination lock with all her strength, irritation dominating her every movement. Goddess! She was tired, probably smelled worse than she felt, and she missed Quinn too damn much. You'll see him soon, she reminded herself. All you have to do is finish the job, and then you can fly out to Boston and…and…have tea or something…just finish the mission. Rashel expelled a breath from her constricted throat she hadn't even realized she'd been holding. Like a swan she dropped her neck face staring at the carpeted floor. She needed to concentrate. Deep breaths. Precision.
Quinn…
Quinn…
Quinn…
So much for focus she thought. Behind her she could hear Poppy shifting from foot to foot, doing some thinking of her own.
"I say we blow this thing up. Neither one of us really wants to be here. Let's just go. Okay?" Rashel had craned her neck around from her crouch on the floor to look up at Poppy.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Poppy asked, she really didn't want to be here either, but she felt that she should ask. Poppy didn't want to be the one responsible for such an action.
"Do you really want to do this, or what?" Rashel waited a beat for an answer she already knew.
Nothing.
"Well? Talk, come on…TALK! You do it all the time. You hardly shut up! Just answer my question and we can LEAVE!" Rashel ordered, her voice wavering on an outburst.
"No. Just do it already," Poppy turned around, watching the door.
Poppy figured that Rashel probably knew what she was doing. They really did need those files, and, well…
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. What if they accidentally destroyed the files, what then? Poppy whipped around ready to stop Rashel when she noticed that Rashel was also having second thoughts, a look of regret and possibly…no, it couldn't be…yes, it was…horror, from Rashel.
"It's gonna blow, someone messed it up, we gotta get out of here!"
TBC?