Author's note: Part length is something I'm trying to work on. Most of this fic has been written in a notebook, and what seems like a decent length chapter written there, tends to be different when it gets typed up. I'm trying to make the coming parts longer.
Part 13
Helen had spent the last hour debating that to do. She already knew what any good Night Person would tell her to do. Duty came first. Tyche was a Drache Princess, she must be obeyed. Humans were vermin to real Night People.
She wasn't a stupid Daybreaker, she'd killed people before, fed on their blood and enjoyed it. Why was this vermin different t the others? She sighed. She'd made the mistake of letting Cathy be her friend, and liking the vermin. Now when told to kill her, she couldn't do it.
The results of the mistake. She *could* help Cathy fake her death. Granted, not a highly original escape plan, but she was out of original ideas right now. She tried to ignore the ringing phone, which stopped eventually, only to have someone downstairs shouting, "Helen! Phone! It's Cathy."
Helen groaned. Cathy was the last person she wanted to speak to right now. She sighed as she picked up her receiver. "Hi Cathy."
"Help!" Cathy whined. "I have a date in less than twenty minutes. Help!"
Helen frowned. Cathy and date didn't usually go in the same sentence together. If she had a date, maybe it could lead to a full time relationship and Cassanova would loose his interest, then she wouldn't have to kill Cathy. "Oh, who with?"
"New guy, Dallas Redfern. I'm at a total loss for conversation. What do I *talk* about?" She was clearly desperate.
Dallas Redfern? The name sent a shiver down Helen's spine. "Anything. Latest hot TV, movies, school music, you know," Helen answered, trying to keep her voice casual. Then she sighed again. She couldn't do this...it was too much. "Look," she said, changing the subject. "Something really important has come up and we need to talk. Now."
"But Dallas will be here in about fifteen minutes."
"He'll just have to wait. I'm coming over now." She hung up and hurried out the house, hoping she could get to Cathy before she left for her date. No sooner than she'd set off Tyche called. Tyche sounded weird, like she might be high. Something was definitely up.
And...crap. There were two cars parked outside Cathy's house. One she knew as Cassanova's, the other's must belong to Dallas. Great. And now Tyche was coming. She parked ad headed up Cathy's front driveway. The front door was open. That was weird.
"Cathy?"
No answer. Helen frowned walking silently up the stairs. The hairs on her arms were standing on end. There was a prickling at the back of her neck. She felt kind of stupid. She pushed open the door to Cathy's bedroom.
A weird looking boy she'd never met was standing there, a rather pissed off expression on his handsome face. "Where the hell is Cathy? And what's Cassanova's car doing outside?" he demanded.
"You're Dallas Redfern?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Who're you?"
"Helen Mandrill." She remained where she was, eyeing him curiously, keeping a safe distance between herself and Dallas.
"Now what?" Tyche appeared in the doorway and stood next to Helen, looking as confused as everyone else. There was blood splattered on Tyche's white top. Helen's eyebrow raised.
"Jacina's a traitor, she's dead now," Tyche said dismissively. "Why isn't Cathy dead?"
"Cathy and Cassanova appear to be missing," Helen answered.
"*What*?" Tyche stared from Helen to Dallas.
Helen shoved her hands into her jeans pockets. There was a hiatus.
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Part 13
Helen had spent the last hour debating that to do. She already knew what any good Night Person would tell her to do. Duty came first. Tyche was a Drache Princess, she must be obeyed. Humans were vermin to real Night People.
She wasn't a stupid Daybreaker, she'd killed people before, fed on their blood and enjoyed it. Why was this vermin different t the others? She sighed. She'd made the mistake of letting Cathy be her friend, and liking the vermin. Now when told to kill her, she couldn't do it.
The results of the mistake. She *could* help Cathy fake her death. Granted, not a highly original escape plan, but she was out of original ideas right now. She tried to ignore the ringing phone, which stopped eventually, only to have someone downstairs shouting, "Helen! Phone! It's Cathy."
Helen groaned. Cathy was the last person she wanted to speak to right now. She sighed as she picked up her receiver. "Hi Cathy."
"Help!" Cathy whined. "I have a date in less than twenty minutes. Help!"
Helen frowned. Cathy and date didn't usually go in the same sentence together. If she had a date, maybe it could lead to a full time relationship and Cassanova would loose his interest, then she wouldn't have to kill Cathy. "Oh, who with?"
"New guy, Dallas Redfern. I'm at a total loss for conversation. What do I *talk* about?" She was clearly desperate.
Dallas Redfern? The name sent a shiver down Helen's spine. "Anything. Latest hot TV, movies, school music, you know," Helen answered, trying to keep her voice casual. Then she sighed again. She couldn't do this...it was too much. "Look," she said, changing the subject. "Something really important has come up and we need to talk. Now."
"But Dallas will be here in about fifteen minutes."
"He'll just have to wait. I'm coming over now." She hung up and hurried out the house, hoping she could get to Cathy before she left for her date. No sooner than she'd set off Tyche called. Tyche sounded weird, like she might be high. Something was definitely up.
And...crap. There were two cars parked outside Cathy's house. One she knew as Cassanova's, the other's must belong to Dallas. Great. And now Tyche was coming. She parked ad headed up Cathy's front driveway. The front door was open. That was weird.
"Cathy?"
No answer. Helen frowned walking silently up the stairs. The hairs on her arms were standing on end. There was a prickling at the back of her neck. She felt kind of stupid. She pushed open the door to Cathy's bedroom.
A weird looking boy she'd never met was standing there, a rather pissed off expression on his handsome face. "Where the hell is Cathy? And what's Cassanova's car doing outside?" he demanded.
"You're Dallas Redfern?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Who're you?"
"Helen Mandrill." She remained where she was, eyeing him curiously, keeping a safe distance between herself and Dallas.
"Now what?" Tyche appeared in the doorway and stood next to Helen, looking as confused as everyone else. There was blood splattered on Tyche's white top. Helen's eyebrow raised.
"Jacina's a traitor, she's dead now," Tyche said dismissively. "Why isn't Cathy dead?"
"Cathy and Cassanova appear to be missing," Helen answered.
"*What*?" Tyche stared from Helen to Dallas.
Helen shoved her hands into her jeans pockets. There was a hiatus.
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