Title: Brave and Crazy
Author: Christa Weald
Email: vampyrehunteruk@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: Basic Night World concepts
Disclaimer: Night World belongs to LJS, everything else including characters and plot lines is mine.
Rating: 15
Summary: A group of Night People cast a spell to help a lonely werewolf find her soulmate, only with the arrival of an ex boyfriend, an old enemy and a hired assassin its not long before everything goes hideously wrong.
Notes: feedback appreciated.
Part 1
"Oh come on, it'll be *fun*," Illyria insisted.
Enya drew her lips together, shaking her head stubbornly. "I said no and I mean *no*. I don't know any of these people. Take Valaire or Eris, or someone who'll appreciate it."
Illyria shook her own head, knowing there was no point in convincing Enya to change her mind. Without a doubt the most stubborn werewolf she had ever met. "Valaire and Eris are already going," she said holding up a black strapless top, then a red one with a high neck, no sleeves and a printed pattern of black roses. "I don't know a *single* Black Iris or any other Night World club within a fifty mile radius."
"Whatever. You'll live."
Illyria's eyes rolled. In the small town of Black River there was very little for anyone. The name alone sounded like it should be a Night Person town - nope, just ordinary small town Texas. Its only claim to fame was its small university that she and her roommate Enya attended.
A new Black Iris club for the Night People (though unless she was missing something there wouldn't be enough people to actually run it) but whatever. It seemed to her to be a fun night out.
And get the world's stubbornest werewolf out the dorm for one. But Enya was *not* budging. Illyria wondered what the deal was - and knew it was more than the whole werewolves were loners theory. Enya didn't have any friends and never went anywhere apart from to class or the library. She never talked about her family or life in high school.
There was a knock on the door. Illyria waited a few seconds. Her roommate's coppery head was buried in a thick text book. Her eyes rolled as she answered. Her friends Katrissa Redfern and Amara Weald were waiting.
"Give me a sect to get my things," Illyria ducked back into her room, picking up a box sitting under her desk, checking it quickly. Then she cursed, realising she had forgotten something. "Hey Enya, you got any matches?"
Enya opened the draw in her bedside table and tossed her a pink lighter. Illyria took it and left with her friends.
"Are we sure we want to do this?" Amara asked, setting the spell up[ on the floor of the room she and Katrissa shared.
"God, yes," Illyria said, tossing her gold locks over her shoulder. "The sooner we do the damn ritual, the sooner we'll get out whatever's plugging up that girl's ass."
Katrissa and Amara exchanged glances. Illyria chose to ignore them and her choice of words. As far as she was concerned, as they cast the ritual, they were doing Enya favour.
"The spell is done," Amara said when the chanting was complete.
"So how long will it take for the spell to take effect?" Illyria asked, switching the light on and helping the others clean up.
"A few days, a week at the most," Amara answered.
"You've done this before?" Katrissa stood up, stretching.
Amara, the experienced witch of the group, nodded. "Yes, it was how I found mine. Lizette arrived in town two days later and we've been together for over a year."
Illyria didn't answer. As long as *someone* came, be it he, she or it, and the spell worked, she wasn't fussed.
"It *will* work," Amara insisted. "Believe me, it will."
* * *
Enya didn't bother hiding the sigh of relief, she felt seeing Illyria and her bimbo brigade leaving the room. She had requested to be put in singles, but she hadn't wanted a roommate, Night Person or others. But no one had listened. She knew either way for her it would be disastrous.
The problem with being a werewolf. Everything people said about them was true, or she had found that anyway. Her hand was reaching for her high school year book,. Junior year. School Paper, Christmas Queen, Prom Princess, cheerleading squad, voted Most Popular since freshman year.
~What a cliché I was,~ she thought angrily, shutting the book and tossing it to one side. She pulled out her desk draw and the locked box inside, finding the key, toying with the little red diary inside. In the blissful world of high school where things were easy, all she had to think about was popularity, the latest fashions, and how to be the latest dance queen.
Enya's fingers caressed the book dreamily. She opened the book somewhere in the middle, skimming lines of her endless neat handwriting.
June 28th, 2000
Summer beach party at Cassie's. I had the best bikini of everyone there, the leopard print Armani I'd been saving up for all year. Then Khal came and we did IT in one of the spare rooms. He told me he loved me and there was no one else better. We'd get married when I graduated. I already have a dress in mind. The one I saw in the -
Enya slammed the diary closed. Why was she *doing* this to herself? That had been two *years* ago. In which the cruel reality of the Night World hierarchy had slapped her in the face and left her stripped of everything.
Enya put the diary away and locked it back in its box. There was no way she was going to this club opening with Illyria and her Night world crew. Not out of risk of it happening again.
~Now I sound like an angst queen,~ she thought, picking up her text book again. All she needed to do was get her degree, get a job and die. A simple, easy life. An ordinary, every day job. She didn't particularly want to be anything sassy or special, just an ordinary person. What was wrong with that?
Illyria was studying drama, she wanted to be a Hollywood superstar. Or so she said. Her friends Katrissa and Valaire were world-revolves-around-me drama students as well. She wasn't sure what the witch Amara was doing. And right now she wondered why she cared.
~I *don't* care~ she thought. She didn't need people to get on with her life. She could cope on her own.
Plenty of successful ordinary people were single. Not that she could name any at the moment, but that didn't - There was another knock on the dorm room door. ~Oh for God's sake,~ Enya thought. Illyria wasn't there to answer this time. With a sigh she stood up and went to answer, draw in a sharp breath at the guy casually leaning against the door.
Not that big, kind of thin, with shoulder length black hair, creamy white skin, eyes the colour of storm clouds twinkling mischievously at her. "Hey babe, miss me?"
"Fuck off. You're not welcome here." She started to shut the door, but before she could he pushed her to one side, heading in.
* * *
Author: Christa Weald
Email: vampyrehunteruk@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: Basic Night World concepts
Disclaimer: Night World belongs to LJS, everything else including characters and plot lines is mine.
Rating: 15
Summary: A group of Night People cast a spell to help a lonely werewolf find her soulmate, only with the arrival of an ex boyfriend, an old enemy and a hired assassin its not long before everything goes hideously wrong.
Notes: feedback appreciated.
Part 1
"Oh come on, it'll be *fun*," Illyria insisted.
Enya drew her lips together, shaking her head stubbornly. "I said no and I mean *no*. I don't know any of these people. Take Valaire or Eris, or someone who'll appreciate it."
Illyria shook her own head, knowing there was no point in convincing Enya to change her mind. Without a doubt the most stubborn werewolf she had ever met. "Valaire and Eris are already going," she said holding up a black strapless top, then a red one with a high neck, no sleeves and a printed pattern of black roses. "I don't know a *single* Black Iris or any other Night World club within a fifty mile radius."
"Whatever. You'll live."
Illyria's eyes rolled. In the small town of Black River there was very little for anyone. The name alone sounded like it should be a Night Person town - nope, just ordinary small town Texas. Its only claim to fame was its small university that she and her roommate Enya attended.
A new Black Iris club for the Night People (though unless she was missing something there wouldn't be enough people to actually run it) but whatever. It seemed to her to be a fun night out.
And get the world's stubbornest werewolf out the dorm for one. But Enya was *not* budging. Illyria wondered what the deal was - and knew it was more than the whole werewolves were loners theory. Enya didn't have any friends and never went anywhere apart from to class or the library. She never talked about her family or life in high school.
There was a knock on the door. Illyria waited a few seconds. Her roommate's coppery head was buried in a thick text book. Her eyes rolled as she answered. Her friends Katrissa Redfern and Amara Weald were waiting.
"Give me a sect to get my things," Illyria ducked back into her room, picking up a box sitting under her desk, checking it quickly. Then she cursed, realising she had forgotten something. "Hey Enya, you got any matches?"
Enya opened the draw in her bedside table and tossed her a pink lighter. Illyria took it and left with her friends.
"Are we sure we want to do this?" Amara asked, setting the spell up[ on the floor of the room she and Katrissa shared.
"God, yes," Illyria said, tossing her gold locks over her shoulder. "The sooner we do the damn ritual, the sooner we'll get out whatever's plugging up that girl's ass."
Katrissa and Amara exchanged glances. Illyria chose to ignore them and her choice of words. As far as she was concerned, as they cast the ritual, they were doing Enya favour.
"The spell is done," Amara said when the chanting was complete.
"So how long will it take for the spell to take effect?" Illyria asked, switching the light on and helping the others clean up.
"A few days, a week at the most," Amara answered.
"You've done this before?" Katrissa stood up, stretching.
Amara, the experienced witch of the group, nodded. "Yes, it was how I found mine. Lizette arrived in town two days later and we've been together for over a year."
Illyria didn't answer. As long as *someone* came, be it he, she or it, and the spell worked, she wasn't fussed.
"It *will* work," Amara insisted. "Believe me, it will."
* * *
Enya didn't bother hiding the sigh of relief, she felt seeing Illyria and her bimbo brigade leaving the room. She had requested to be put in singles, but she hadn't wanted a roommate, Night Person or others. But no one had listened. She knew either way for her it would be disastrous.
The problem with being a werewolf. Everything people said about them was true, or she had found that anyway. Her hand was reaching for her high school year book,. Junior year. School Paper, Christmas Queen, Prom Princess, cheerleading squad, voted Most Popular since freshman year.
~What a cliché I was,~ she thought angrily, shutting the book and tossing it to one side. She pulled out her desk draw and the locked box inside, finding the key, toying with the little red diary inside. In the blissful world of high school where things were easy, all she had to think about was popularity, the latest fashions, and how to be the latest dance queen.
Enya's fingers caressed the book dreamily. She opened the book somewhere in the middle, skimming lines of her endless neat handwriting.
June 28th, 2000
Summer beach party at Cassie's. I had the best bikini of everyone there, the leopard print Armani I'd been saving up for all year. Then Khal came and we did IT in one of the spare rooms. He told me he loved me and there was no one else better. We'd get married when I graduated. I already have a dress in mind. The one I saw in the -
Enya slammed the diary closed. Why was she *doing* this to herself? That had been two *years* ago. In which the cruel reality of the Night World hierarchy had slapped her in the face and left her stripped of everything.
Enya put the diary away and locked it back in its box. There was no way she was going to this club opening with Illyria and her Night world crew. Not out of risk of it happening again.
~Now I sound like an angst queen,~ she thought, picking up her text book again. All she needed to do was get her degree, get a job and die. A simple, easy life. An ordinary, every day job. She didn't particularly want to be anything sassy or special, just an ordinary person. What was wrong with that?
Illyria was studying drama, she wanted to be a Hollywood superstar. Or so she said. Her friends Katrissa and Valaire were world-revolves-around-me drama students as well. She wasn't sure what the witch Amara was doing. And right now she wondered why she cared.
~I *don't* care~ she thought. She didn't need people to get on with her life. She could cope on her own.
Plenty of successful ordinary people were single. Not that she could name any at the moment, but that didn't - There was another knock on the dorm room door. ~Oh for God's sake,~ Enya thought. Illyria wasn't there to answer this time. With a sigh she stood up and went to answer, draw in a sharp breath at the guy casually leaning against the door.
Not that big, kind of thin, with shoulder length black hair, creamy white skin, eyes the colour of storm clouds twinkling mischievously at her. "Hey babe, miss me?"
"Fuck off. You're not welcome here." She started to shut the door, but before she could he pushed her to one side, heading in.
* * *