*~*Disclaimer: I own Moonbeam and Alder Redfern, Jayson and Melissa Harman-
Tigre and anyone else who happens to pop up. L.J. Smith owns the BRILLIANT
concept of the Night World.*~*
*-means italics, ~- mean mental talking and //\\-mean personal thoughts.
Moonbeam Redfern casually tugged the stake out of the corpse and kicked it aside. Her eyes, reflecting the classic Redfern gene, shifted from bluish- purple to lavender as she stared smugly at the tall, well-muscled vampire standing next to her.
"One hundred even, Alder." Moonbeam smirked. "I won the bet so hand it over."
Alder Redfern, her twin brother, grimaced openly. He reluctantly dug into his pocket and produced the pink slip for his pride and joy: a 2001 baby blue, fully loaded Honda Prelude. Moonbeam folded the paper and tucked it inside her snug black boot. Moonbeam had the requisite Night World good looks: hip-length onyx hair shot with natural silver streaks, perfect almond-shaped eyes, short, straight nose, full lips, high cheekbones and a figure to die for. Boys turned to warm Jell-O when she shot them a passing glance but none dared to get close to her. Alder was the complete opposite of Moonbeam. His hair was warm blonde, eyes the color of melted chocolate, his muscles hard, firm and beautiful to look at. He was a god among mortals. The siblings had yet to find their soulmates and both had different opinions about the principle. Alder looked hard and long because he was the type who wanted someone to be close with, to share every facet of their lives. Moonbeam, ever the cynic, believed love was weakness long ago and hardened her heart against everyone except her family and friends.
"Beamer, we need to report to Thierry," Alder advised. "Where's the cell?"
Moonbeam handed the sleek mobile phone to her brother who pressed the speed dial to call CD's leader: Lord Thierry Descouedres.
"Hurry up, Tree Boy, I'm starved!" Moonbeam cried.
Alder pressed his index finger against his lips for quiet and returned to the call. "Yes, sir. Moonbeam reached her goal of a hundred."
In Las Vegas, Thierry laughed heartily. "I suppose a new car for you is in order. What kind would you prefer?"
"You don't have to do that, sir," Alder spluttered. "But if you do go to all the trouble, another Honda Prelude would be really appreciated."
"Done." Thierry reached for a manila folder. "I have another job for you and Moonbeam. A set of witch, white tiger crossbreed twins have been located and we have reason to believe the boy, Jayson, is in close contact with the final Wild Power. You should report to the Circle Daybreak safe house in Spring Rapids ASAP."
"Alright. Goodbye, sir." Alder pressed the End button, folded the phone and handed it back to Moonbeam. She looked at him.
"Well?" Moonbeam demanded. "Is there another assignment for us?"
Alder nodded. "A set of crossbreed twins in Spring Rapids needs protection."
"Let's feed, pack our things up and head out on the highway!" Moonbeam yelled. ***************** *Sorry this is sort of short but the next chapters will be longer!*
Moonbeam Redfern casually tugged the stake out of the corpse and kicked it aside. Her eyes, reflecting the classic Redfern gene, shifted from bluish- purple to lavender as she stared smugly at the tall, well-muscled vampire standing next to her.
"One hundred even, Alder." Moonbeam smirked. "I won the bet so hand it over."
Alder Redfern, her twin brother, grimaced openly. He reluctantly dug into his pocket and produced the pink slip for his pride and joy: a 2001 baby blue, fully loaded Honda Prelude. Moonbeam folded the paper and tucked it inside her snug black boot. Moonbeam had the requisite Night World good looks: hip-length onyx hair shot with natural silver streaks, perfect almond-shaped eyes, short, straight nose, full lips, high cheekbones and a figure to die for. Boys turned to warm Jell-O when she shot them a passing glance but none dared to get close to her. Alder was the complete opposite of Moonbeam. His hair was warm blonde, eyes the color of melted chocolate, his muscles hard, firm and beautiful to look at. He was a god among mortals. The siblings had yet to find their soulmates and both had different opinions about the principle. Alder looked hard and long because he was the type who wanted someone to be close with, to share every facet of their lives. Moonbeam, ever the cynic, believed love was weakness long ago and hardened her heart against everyone except her family and friends.
"Beamer, we need to report to Thierry," Alder advised. "Where's the cell?"
Moonbeam handed the sleek mobile phone to her brother who pressed the speed dial to call CD's leader: Lord Thierry Descouedres.
"Hurry up, Tree Boy, I'm starved!" Moonbeam cried.
Alder pressed his index finger against his lips for quiet and returned to the call. "Yes, sir. Moonbeam reached her goal of a hundred."
In Las Vegas, Thierry laughed heartily. "I suppose a new car for you is in order. What kind would you prefer?"
"You don't have to do that, sir," Alder spluttered. "But if you do go to all the trouble, another Honda Prelude would be really appreciated."
"Done." Thierry reached for a manila folder. "I have another job for you and Moonbeam. A set of witch, white tiger crossbreed twins have been located and we have reason to believe the boy, Jayson, is in close contact with the final Wild Power. You should report to the Circle Daybreak safe house in Spring Rapids ASAP."
"Alright. Goodbye, sir." Alder pressed the End button, folded the phone and handed it back to Moonbeam. She looked at him.
"Well?" Moonbeam demanded. "Is there another assignment for us?"
Alder nodded. "A set of crossbreed twins in Spring Rapids needs protection."
"Let's feed, pack our things up and head out on the highway!" Moonbeam yelled. ***************** *Sorry this is sort of short but the next chapters will be longer!*
