Author's Note: Sorry for delay, but the good news is the fic is finally finished now, so no more waiting. Second thing, a huge thanks to everyone who's commented and have kept me going with this story, comments have been saved, loved and greatly, greatly appreciated.
And finally to answer Ashlita's questions: The story was written with the idea that the people who would read the fic would know something about LJ Smith's Night World books and for those that have, lengthy explanations are kind of boring, and a prologue wouldn't have suited the style the story was written in. Vampires from the Night World age and grow like humans, but can stop ageing whenever they want, they can walk around freely in sunlight, don't fear crosses or holy water and don't need to be invited into a house, which is why Cathy and Cassanova can go to the same high school. If you want a slightly more detailed explanation about the Night World and some recommendations for Night World fan fics or the books themselves, email me at nova_redfern@yahoo.com
Part 24
Cathy couldn't seem to keep her eyes open. She had noticed there were no marks where Cassanova had bitten her, so at least no one should be able to know what was going on, then that meant they wouldn't be in any more trouble than they were already in.
She yawned, trying to hide it, but couldn't seem to manage it. It wasn't like she hadn't slept all night, because she had, and she should be feeling really good, cause she had when that vampire blood had soared through her last night.
She'd never felt that energised before, she had felt new and full of life, she had been sure there was nothing she couldn't do. Now she felt sleepy and vague, she couldn't seem to get a constructive sentence together without trailing off or ending up babbling.
"Are we there yet?" she asked, though she couldn't remember if she'd asked that before.
"Yeah, you've been here for the last two hours."
The female voice was a new one she hadn't heard before was talking to her. Cathy opened her eyes to find herself in a small single bed, covered by a pretty blue and white duvet. The walls of the room were painted a soft sky blue, the carpet a pale cream colour, the furniture was all made of the same light coloured wood. The girl sitting in a rocking chair beside her bed seemed kind of tall, her cheeks pink her eyes a bright green, soft black hair fell around her shoulders in tight curls. "Who're you?"
"Freesia Jojoba, one of the Circle Daybreak witches, you're in you the new safe house."
"Oh. Am I a vampire yet?" Cathy wondered how long this change was going to take. On TV it took one exchange of blood and a night of being buried and waking up and you were undead. Why couldn't this be easy like that?
"You need one more exchange which will happen later," Freesia the witch explained.
"Is Cassanova here?" Cathy realised there were still things she needed to talk to him about, but couldn't really recall what they were right now. When she was finally right they'd all come back to her. Or at least, she hoped they would.
"Yes, he's talking with some people downstairs, you're going to be fine here."
Cathy didn't feel fine. She wished she could think clearly. They'd been running cause someone was going to do something if they didn't get away, and Cassanova hadn't been too pleased about coming here, but were they really okay?
"Um, what am I supposed to do now?" she asked the witch. That was...should she be shocked that she was talking to a witch and being okay with being a vampire? It all seemed really...hadn't she had all these worries before?
"Just relax, there's not much you can do while the change is happening, unfortunately," Freesia said. "We can put the TV on, or some music if you like."
"I think I want to get this over and done with now," Cathy said, sinking back into the pillows. There was all the bother about thinking of what to do after she'd woken up as a vampire.
"I'll go get Cassanova." She left the room, leaving Cathy alone.
* * *
Helen waited impatiently, tired of Tyche's endless pacing. Wo4rd had come from Maria that she was on her way to the safe house, and apparently Dallas Redfern had gone with her as well, which was actually a good thing.
She'd also heard from Tori that Cassanova and Cathy were safe as well. At least for the time being. That only left the problem of Tyche to deal with.
They were back in Tyche's mansion, sitting ion the kitchen, which was sparklingly clean. Almost too clean for Helen's liking. She was guessing this was where Tyche had killed Jacina.
"What's taking so long?" Tyche said, throwing down the fork she had been toying with.
Helen forced herself to shrug blandly. "Maybe she's captured him and is enjoying torturing him."
Tyche smiled faintly. "I guess, but Maria's smart enough to know that if that actually does happen, then I want in on it."
"Do you really need me here?" Any longer in Tyche's presence at the moment and Helen was sure she'd go crazy with tension.
Tyche shook her head. "I guess not."
Helen breathed a sigh of relief and left the kitchen. If she killed Tyche, then she would have to deal with Tyche's pain in the ass friend. She doubted Nemesis and Ceres would stand by and watch her kill Tyche. Vulcan at least, didn't seem to be making a nuisance of himself. He'd found himself some new witch to latch onto and she was keeping him occupied. So that was one less idiot to worry about.
She gritted her teeth as she saw Nemesis's car pulling up in the driveway. ~Oh great~ she thought moodily. Maybe when she got back to Tori's she'd get some good news, something to cheer her up. Nemesis and Ceres got out the car, both were actually smiling very odd, curious smiles. Helen frowned, wondering what they were up to. "Should I even ask?"
"Tyche's driving us nuts, there's going to be an unfortunate - accident," Nemesis answered.
Helen's eyebrow rose, she was trying hard not to smile herself, but wasn't doing a very good job of it. "I thought you guys liked Tyche, you're supposed to be her best friends."
Ceres shrugged. "We were, up until all this stupid Cassanova business. She's already killed Jacina cause the girl happened to annoy her, it's technically not safe to let her live. Anyway, you were going to kill Cathy cause Vulcan asked. But that hasn't happened."
Helen frowned. "How'd you guys - "
Nemesis snorted. "Give us some credit, we're not totally stupid. We did figure it out. You keep our secret, we'll keep yours."
Helen wasn't so sure she could trust them, but considering what they had told her which she could technically use for blackmail if she wanted, it seemed to make sense. Besides, there wasn't really much they could do about her. So she had helped Cathy and Cassanova escape Tyche and her nutty plans. Big deal. But for the time being, she might as well agree.
"Whatever," was all she said as she left the mansion, finally allowing herself a small smirk.
* * *
Maria was getting an extremely bad feeling when she arrived at the safehouse Tyche had sent her to. The place was dark and looked deserted. She couldn't sense any living things around it. Chills were running up her spine.
"Something's not right here," Dallas said. Even he had managed to pick up on it as well. He had gotten out of the car anyway. "We've been set up."
"You think?" Maria approached the house cautiously, no room for snotty comments at the moment. She needed her wits about her, needed to concentrate, as it looked like Dallas was exactly right.
Dallas however, was grinning viciously. "So they've sent a couple of dumb Daybreakers, it's not like we can't handle that, right?"
* * *
And finally to answer Ashlita's questions: The story was written with the idea that the people who would read the fic would know something about LJ Smith's Night World books and for those that have, lengthy explanations are kind of boring, and a prologue wouldn't have suited the style the story was written in. Vampires from the Night World age and grow like humans, but can stop ageing whenever they want, they can walk around freely in sunlight, don't fear crosses or holy water and don't need to be invited into a house, which is why Cathy and Cassanova can go to the same high school. If you want a slightly more detailed explanation about the Night World and some recommendations for Night World fan fics or the books themselves, email me at nova_redfern@yahoo.com
Part 24
Cathy couldn't seem to keep her eyes open. She had noticed there were no marks where Cassanova had bitten her, so at least no one should be able to know what was going on, then that meant they wouldn't be in any more trouble than they were already in.
She yawned, trying to hide it, but couldn't seem to manage it. It wasn't like she hadn't slept all night, because she had, and she should be feeling really good, cause she had when that vampire blood had soared through her last night.
She'd never felt that energised before, she had felt new and full of life, she had been sure there was nothing she couldn't do. Now she felt sleepy and vague, she couldn't seem to get a constructive sentence together without trailing off or ending up babbling.
"Are we there yet?" she asked, though she couldn't remember if she'd asked that before.
"Yeah, you've been here for the last two hours."
The female voice was a new one she hadn't heard before was talking to her. Cathy opened her eyes to find herself in a small single bed, covered by a pretty blue and white duvet. The walls of the room were painted a soft sky blue, the carpet a pale cream colour, the furniture was all made of the same light coloured wood. The girl sitting in a rocking chair beside her bed seemed kind of tall, her cheeks pink her eyes a bright green, soft black hair fell around her shoulders in tight curls. "Who're you?"
"Freesia Jojoba, one of the Circle Daybreak witches, you're in you the new safe house."
"Oh. Am I a vampire yet?" Cathy wondered how long this change was going to take. On TV it took one exchange of blood and a night of being buried and waking up and you were undead. Why couldn't this be easy like that?
"You need one more exchange which will happen later," Freesia the witch explained.
"Is Cassanova here?" Cathy realised there were still things she needed to talk to him about, but couldn't really recall what they were right now. When she was finally right they'd all come back to her. Or at least, she hoped they would.
"Yes, he's talking with some people downstairs, you're going to be fine here."
Cathy didn't feel fine. She wished she could think clearly. They'd been running cause someone was going to do something if they didn't get away, and Cassanova hadn't been too pleased about coming here, but were they really okay?
"Um, what am I supposed to do now?" she asked the witch. That was...should she be shocked that she was talking to a witch and being okay with being a vampire? It all seemed really...hadn't she had all these worries before?
"Just relax, there's not much you can do while the change is happening, unfortunately," Freesia said. "We can put the TV on, or some music if you like."
"I think I want to get this over and done with now," Cathy said, sinking back into the pillows. There was all the bother about thinking of what to do after she'd woken up as a vampire.
"I'll go get Cassanova." She left the room, leaving Cathy alone.
* * *
Helen waited impatiently, tired of Tyche's endless pacing. Wo4rd had come from Maria that she was on her way to the safe house, and apparently Dallas Redfern had gone with her as well, which was actually a good thing.
She'd also heard from Tori that Cassanova and Cathy were safe as well. At least for the time being. That only left the problem of Tyche to deal with.
They were back in Tyche's mansion, sitting ion the kitchen, which was sparklingly clean. Almost too clean for Helen's liking. She was guessing this was where Tyche had killed Jacina.
"What's taking so long?" Tyche said, throwing down the fork she had been toying with.
Helen forced herself to shrug blandly. "Maybe she's captured him and is enjoying torturing him."
Tyche smiled faintly. "I guess, but Maria's smart enough to know that if that actually does happen, then I want in on it."
"Do you really need me here?" Any longer in Tyche's presence at the moment and Helen was sure she'd go crazy with tension.
Tyche shook her head. "I guess not."
Helen breathed a sigh of relief and left the kitchen. If she killed Tyche, then she would have to deal with Tyche's pain in the ass friend. She doubted Nemesis and Ceres would stand by and watch her kill Tyche. Vulcan at least, didn't seem to be making a nuisance of himself. He'd found himself some new witch to latch onto and she was keeping him occupied. So that was one less idiot to worry about.
She gritted her teeth as she saw Nemesis's car pulling up in the driveway. ~Oh great~ she thought moodily. Maybe when she got back to Tori's she'd get some good news, something to cheer her up. Nemesis and Ceres got out the car, both were actually smiling very odd, curious smiles. Helen frowned, wondering what they were up to. "Should I even ask?"
"Tyche's driving us nuts, there's going to be an unfortunate - accident," Nemesis answered.
Helen's eyebrow rose, she was trying hard not to smile herself, but wasn't doing a very good job of it. "I thought you guys liked Tyche, you're supposed to be her best friends."
Ceres shrugged. "We were, up until all this stupid Cassanova business. She's already killed Jacina cause the girl happened to annoy her, it's technically not safe to let her live. Anyway, you were going to kill Cathy cause Vulcan asked. But that hasn't happened."
Helen frowned. "How'd you guys - "
Nemesis snorted. "Give us some credit, we're not totally stupid. We did figure it out. You keep our secret, we'll keep yours."
Helen wasn't so sure she could trust them, but considering what they had told her which she could technically use for blackmail if she wanted, it seemed to make sense. Besides, there wasn't really much they could do about her. So she had helped Cathy and Cassanova escape Tyche and her nutty plans. Big deal. But for the time being, she might as well agree.
"Whatever," was all she said as she left the mansion, finally allowing herself a small smirk.
* * *
Maria was getting an extremely bad feeling when she arrived at the safehouse Tyche had sent her to. The place was dark and looked deserted. She couldn't sense any living things around it. Chills were running up her spine.
"Something's not right here," Dallas said. Even he had managed to pick up on it as well. He had gotten out of the car anyway. "We've been set up."
"You think?" Maria approached the house cautiously, no room for snotty comments at the moment. She needed her wits about her, needed to concentrate, as it looked like Dallas was exactly right.
Dallas however, was grinning viciously. "So they've sent a couple of dumb Daybreakers, it's not like we can't handle that, right?"
* * *