Part 12
"So Katrissa's teamed up with Isabelle, who's working with Adrianna Blackthorn who have hired Judas Darkstorm to do something to Illyria, while Adrianna is planning on driving Enya insane because she wants Enya's ex-boyfriend Khal, who she claims is her soulmate. On top of that, Enya has hired an assassin to get rid of Khal. And our soulmate spell isn't working."
Lizette nodded, sitting in Valaire's room the following evening, not really sure what to do now. She needed to tell someone, and couldn't find Amara. She didn't know if she should tell Enya. Illyria was unlikely to believe them because of her weird crush on Judas.
Though what exactly Katrissa and Judas were doing, she had missed. All she had heard was it involved Illyria.
"And to think all we wanted to do was help Illyria's depressed roomie get a life," Valaire said with a sigh, shaking her head. "Now we're stuck with three nutty sub plots."
Lizette smiled faintly. She didn't really have much of a part in this and had something almost like a *need* to help. "We need a counter plan. To do something about Katrissa, at least."
The door opened and a tall thin redhead came in. "You yelled, I came," she said, closing the door. She was looking at Valaire. "I don't know how, cause you're a witch."
Lizette didn't understand either. She was guessing the redhead must be Enya.
Valaire shrugged. "I've managed to develop telepathic powers, there's a vampire somewhere in my family tree, and I've focused some of my magic on that ability. Anyway, what's happened now?" The question was mainly directed at Enya.
"My assassin is dead," Enya said moodily. "And as I left the dorm room the lights went out in our block, and some creepy guy went in our room, and it looked like he was about to get fresh with Illyria."
"Oh God," Valaire's eyes rolled.
Enya looked at them blankly. Lizette gave her the short version of what she had just told Valaire. Enya just shrugged. "I don't get what he has to do with this."
Neither did Lizette, then, thinking about Enya's new information, she got it. "I really think we need to get over there. Now."
Enya just shrugged. "Why, I still don't - Oh. Let's go."
* * *
So far nothing else had happened. No one new had turned up, no one else was dead, Khal hadn't made an appearance and Enya still didn't have a soulmate. Which to Illyria was partly good, but partly annoying as well.
Amara constantly insisted that the spell would work. Enya was still her usual bitchy repressed self. And this Angelina Dramanio person hadn't made any more appearances either.
Not being about to find anyone she knew that night, Illyria stayed in, deciding she might as well try and get some work done. But her mind kept drifting. She sat at her desk, pencil in hand, not knowing which book to read first. Her eyes closed. She was starting to wonder if the soulmate spell was really a good idea after all.
The hopeful potential had wound up dead, and with an insane enemy on the loose, things weren't really looking up.
As if to tell her she was thinking along the right lines the lights went out at that moment, plunging her into darkness. "Crap," she muttered, standing up and opening her eyes. With her vampire vision she should be able to see in the darkness with no problems.
For some reason, she couldn't hardly see anything no matter how hard she strained. Hands out in front of her, Illyria made her way across the room to the door. Peering out into the hallway she could see there were no lights there either. She could see figures, but they kept going out of focus. She went back in her room, shaking her head in confusion. What the hell was going on?
/Valaire?/ she tried calling telepathically. But Valaire was a witch; she shouldn't be able to answer with a mental voice. Illyria couldn't remember if she had one or not. Oh, this was so confusing.
Illyria froze, an unmistakeable dark presence hovered around the room. Something she was certain that if she could think clearly, then she'd know who it was. "Who's there?" she demanded. She was angry at the shakiness in her voice. This wasn't *like* her.
Someone was using magic on her. That had to be the answer. Why would anyone want to do that? Unless this was that crazy Angelina person trying to screw her up or something.
Strong hands clamped down on Illyria's bare shoulders, pinning them to her side. She tried to scream, but couldn't get a sound out.
At the same time the strong, cold hands touch her, the world as she knew it exploded in a bizarre white light.
^Oh shit^ she thought vaguely.
* * *
"So Katrissa's teamed up with Isabelle, who's working with Adrianna Blackthorn who have hired Judas Darkstorm to do something to Illyria, while Adrianna is planning on driving Enya insane because she wants Enya's ex-boyfriend Khal, who she claims is her soulmate. On top of that, Enya has hired an assassin to get rid of Khal. And our soulmate spell isn't working."
Lizette nodded, sitting in Valaire's room the following evening, not really sure what to do now. She needed to tell someone, and couldn't find Amara. She didn't know if she should tell Enya. Illyria was unlikely to believe them because of her weird crush on Judas.
Though what exactly Katrissa and Judas were doing, she had missed. All she had heard was it involved Illyria.
"And to think all we wanted to do was help Illyria's depressed roomie get a life," Valaire said with a sigh, shaking her head. "Now we're stuck with three nutty sub plots."
Lizette smiled faintly. She didn't really have much of a part in this and had something almost like a *need* to help. "We need a counter plan. To do something about Katrissa, at least."
The door opened and a tall thin redhead came in. "You yelled, I came," she said, closing the door. She was looking at Valaire. "I don't know how, cause you're a witch."
Lizette didn't understand either. She was guessing the redhead must be Enya.
Valaire shrugged. "I've managed to develop telepathic powers, there's a vampire somewhere in my family tree, and I've focused some of my magic on that ability. Anyway, what's happened now?" The question was mainly directed at Enya.
"My assassin is dead," Enya said moodily. "And as I left the dorm room the lights went out in our block, and some creepy guy went in our room, and it looked like he was about to get fresh with Illyria."
"Oh God," Valaire's eyes rolled.
Enya looked at them blankly. Lizette gave her the short version of what she had just told Valaire. Enya just shrugged. "I don't get what he has to do with this."
Neither did Lizette, then, thinking about Enya's new information, she got it. "I really think we need to get over there. Now."
Enya just shrugged. "Why, I still don't - Oh. Let's go."
* * *
So far nothing else had happened. No one new had turned up, no one else was dead, Khal hadn't made an appearance and Enya still didn't have a soulmate. Which to Illyria was partly good, but partly annoying as well.
Amara constantly insisted that the spell would work. Enya was still her usual bitchy repressed self. And this Angelina Dramanio person hadn't made any more appearances either.
Not being about to find anyone she knew that night, Illyria stayed in, deciding she might as well try and get some work done. But her mind kept drifting. She sat at her desk, pencil in hand, not knowing which book to read first. Her eyes closed. She was starting to wonder if the soulmate spell was really a good idea after all.
The hopeful potential had wound up dead, and with an insane enemy on the loose, things weren't really looking up.
As if to tell her she was thinking along the right lines the lights went out at that moment, plunging her into darkness. "Crap," she muttered, standing up and opening her eyes. With her vampire vision she should be able to see in the darkness with no problems.
For some reason, she couldn't hardly see anything no matter how hard she strained. Hands out in front of her, Illyria made her way across the room to the door. Peering out into the hallway she could see there were no lights there either. She could see figures, but they kept going out of focus. She went back in her room, shaking her head in confusion. What the hell was going on?
/Valaire?/ she tried calling telepathically. But Valaire was a witch; she shouldn't be able to answer with a mental voice. Illyria couldn't remember if she had one or not. Oh, this was so confusing.
Illyria froze, an unmistakeable dark presence hovered around the room. Something she was certain that if she could think clearly, then she'd know who it was. "Who's there?" she demanded. She was angry at the shakiness in her voice. This wasn't *like* her.
Someone was using magic on her. That had to be the answer. Why would anyone want to do that? Unless this was that crazy Angelina person trying to screw her up or something.
Strong hands clamped down on Illyria's bare shoulders, pinning them to her side. She tried to scream, but couldn't get a sound out.
At the same time the strong, cold hands touch her, the world as she knew it exploded in a bizarre white light.
^Oh shit^ she thought vaguely.
* * *