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Chapter 3: Discarded
...Neither of them noticing that Michael was no longer playing in the field in front of them.
* After a moment Carly looked up and was shocked to see that Michael was gone. Both she and Sonny ran through the park looking for a sign of him, and after nearly half an hour of searching Sonny found Michael's jacket.
Sonny paused a moment looking at the discarded jacket, wondering whether Michael had been playfully running and dropped it, or whether it was a message to Sonny that he had no power over what happened next. His question was answered when a square piece of paper fell out of the pocket it read:
"If you ever want to see your precious son again you will have to meet my demands. You will be contacted shortly with detailed instructions."
Carly, unsuccessful in her search ran to Sonny in time to see the note and began crying.
* She pushed a strand of her wavy brown hair out of her face as she examined the walls of Joshua's manor. She paused for a moment to contemplate that despite the fact that she was now a vampire her hair still curled up after she had been in the rain. It was something she had never really thought about when she had been a mere mortal. She was more concerned with what she wanted, which was always what she couldn't have, than the simple position her hair fell in. As soon as she had been sired everything had become more clear, and precise. Her senses were elevated and her emotions focused, now after death she knew what she wanted. She kept running her hands across the bleak paintings until she found the one she was looking for.
She gently pulled the painting off the wall to reveal a board full of pictures of two blondes, one was the late Alison Barrington, and the other she recognized immediately as Courtney Matthews. The photos were fairly recent, one showed Courtney with a young red haired boy, another with a man with black hair, and another with her arms around a man, her fiancee. The Brunette sighed, as she looked at him, the object of her desire, the one she would make her own.
*
"Do you need my ID?" Emily Bowen-Quartermaine inquired to the bouncer at the Elixir. The tall man looked back at her and nearly laughed, "We don't check IDs anymore, we've got new management, go right in honey."
Emily smiled and made her way to the bar where she encounter Jack Ramsey, the new manager of the club that Lucy had mention was a nesting ground for vampires. Jack smiled at her, "What can I get you?"
"I'll take a diet cherry coke, and I'd like to be pointed in the direction of someone who can make me immortal," she said calmly.
Jack laughed at her bluntness, "I take it this is your first time here. Anyway I don't think a nice girl like you wants to hang out with the undead."
"I have my reasons," Emily said sadly.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to deny you service, because you don't know what it is you're getting yourself into."
Emily stormed off, angry that now that the solution was clear she couldn't even get information from a bartender. She ran right into Ricky Garza.
Ricky looked her up and down before speaking, "I heard you saying you wanted to be sired. I know who you could talk to."
Chapter 3: Discarded
...Neither of them noticing that Michael was no longer playing in the field in front of them.
* After a moment Carly looked up and was shocked to see that Michael was gone. Both she and Sonny ran through the park looking for a sign of him, and after nearly half an hour of searching Sonny found Michael's jacket.
Sonny paused a moment looking at the discarded jacket, wondering whether Michael had been playfully running and dropped it, or whether it was a message to Sonny that he had no power over what happened next. His question was answered when a square piece of paper fell out of the pocket it read:
"If you ever want to see your precious son again you will have to meet my demands. You will be contacted shortly with detailed instructions."
Carly, unsuccessful in her search ran to Sonny in time to see the note and began crying.
* She pushed a strand of her wavy brown hair out of her face as she examined the walls of Joshua's manor. She paused for a moment to contemplate that despite the fact that she was now a vampire her hair still curled up after she had been in the rain. It was something she had never really thought about when she had been a mere mortal. She was more concerned with what she wanted, which was always what she couldn't have, than the simple position her hair fell in. As soon as she had been sired everything had become more clear, and precise. Her senses were elevated and her emotions focused, now after death she knew what she wanted. She kept running her hands across the bleak paintings until she found the one she was looking for.
She gently pulled the painting off the wall to reveal a board full of pictures of two blondes, one was the late Alison Barrington, and the other she recognized immediately as Courtney Matthews. The photos were fairly recent, one showed Courtney with a young red haired boy, another with a man with black hair, and another with her arms around a man, her fiancee. The Brunette sighed, as she looked at him, the object of her desire, the one she would make her own.
*
"Do you need my ID?" Emily Bowen-Quartermaine inquired to the bouncer at the Elixir. The tall man looked back at her and nearly laughed, "We don't check IDs anymore, we've got new management, go right in honey."
Emily smiled and made her way to the bar where she encounter Jack Ramsey, the new manager of the club that Lucy had mention was a nesting ground for vampires. Jack smiled at her, "What can I get you?"
"I'll take a diet cherry coke, and I'd like to be pointed in the direction of someone who can make me immortal," she said calmly.
Jack laughed at her bluntness, "I take it this is your first time here. Anyway I don't think a nice girl like you wants to hang out with the undead."
"I have my reasons," Emily said sadly.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to deny you service, because you don't know what it is you're getting yourself into."
Emily stormed off, angry that now that the solution was clear she couldn't even get information from a bartender. She ran right into Ricky Garza.
Ricky looked her up and down before speaking, "I heard you saying you wanted to be sired. I know who you could talk to."