AN: Hello ya'll! I haven't gone shopping yet. *sigh* It's still morning. I missed my cartoons this morning cuz I was up late last night finishing the story. But I never regret it! Cross my heart. Lol. Well, enough chitchat. LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE! Lol. Just kidding. I always wanted to say that. Lol. Okay, here's chappie 9. I can't believe I actually got this far. I have a seriously short attention span. That's why I have a problem describing Blake's surroundings because I get bored halfway there and then it just sounds retarded. Lol. But it's amazing I've kept this up! I'm giving myself a pat on my back! Lol. Oh, and I will try to do no more he said/she said. Thanks for the advice! It's just that I'm use to doing he said/she said, and sometimes people get confused…. *blushes* And I use to do the start a new paragraph when someone else is talking but…. I'm lazy? What can I say? Lol. Okay, lets get to the story before my mom comes home and I have to get off. Lol. *claps hands together*
Disclaimer-Whoa, this is new. My hands are already tired! Lol. Well, I… don't… own… these… characters. Oh wait. Well, I own MY characters but…. Okay wait… never mind. I just got myself confused. Lol. I don't own anything in this story having to do with Tamora Pierce.
Chapter 9:Answers
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Diane, Numair, and Rolad simultaneously clutched there ears tightly, an instinctive action against the scream resounding in there heads. They would have screamed out loud but the pain made them grit their teeth tightly instead. Dark just looked at the humans in amusement. She's strong. He thought proudly. He walked over to Blake and put his hands gently on the top of her head. She could feel the pain receding. The screaming slowly died down as her head stopped pounding. She didn't know what had happened. She was just standing, feeling happy that she was just…. alive. Then there was a blinding pain in her head as thoughts rushed in. They jumbled together making incoherent sentences but still sending shards of pain through her.
"What was that?" Blake looked up at her father with pain and bewilderment on her face. I have set shields around you to keep the voices out. She looked up at him in surprise, slightly wincing as he talked to her in her brain. Her brain was still sensitive and it hurt her to even think. From now on I want you to practice your skills by talking to me with your thoughts only. [Okay father] Her thought voice was tired and slurred. [Can we start tomorrow, I'm so tired.] Dark looked at her daughter proudly. Not once during that painful episode did she shed a tear. He heard Blake squeak. She had kneeled in front of her friend Rolad. Friend? He felt the new urge to protect his only daughter surge inside him. He almost didn't contain the soft growl as he watched her help her friend up.
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"Was that you?" Rolad glanced at her, then looked away. Wincing slightly as she replied.
"Yeah, that was me. Sorry."
"How is Diane and Numair?" He saw the shocked look on her face and could have broke out laughing if it wouldn't hurt so much. 'I'm glad she went to me first. That says something right?' He saw Blake shake Diane slightly. 'And she didn't try to wake Numair first' he thought, just a little smug.
"Diane. Diane, are you okay." Diane slowly opened her eyes to a very concerned Blake above her. She groaned slightly.
"What just happened? I feel like my brain was grabbed and then smashed in two." She noticed Blake wince and blush at her words. "That was you wasn't it? Screaming in my head. What was wrong?" Then Diane shot straight up. "Numair!" She ran towards his still figure. She shook him slightly.
"Gods…. What hit me?" Diane almost started crying in relief as he groaned softly. She settled for a hug that knocked him flat again. As the impact jolted both of them they both groaned in pain. They heard a deep chuckle and turned to glare at Dark. Dark just shrugged not explaining why he was laughing at them. But inside he thought, 'You'd think they would have thought that any jolting would have caused them pain.'.
"Okay. Can someone explain what happened?" Dark turned to answer Rolad and glared instead as he saw that Rolad was standing a little too close to Blake. Rolad interpreted the look and edged discreetly away, a smile tugging his lips. 'For a father that hasn't known his daughter, he sure has the protective act down.' "Well?" Rolad stated again when he was 2 feet away from Blake. The look Dark gave him was still deadly so with a sigh he edged away even farther. There! His look seemed to scream at Dark. Numair and Diane smiled softly, still hugging each other on the ground, as they saw the little silent argument. Blake didn't notice anything because she was looking at Diane and Numair. [Are they going to get off my floor anytime soon?] [Jealous?] annoying retorted. Blake's thought voice just snorted at it. [You wish!] By the time she had looked at Dark Rolad was already 7 feet away. She looked at Dark questioningly as he smiled in relief.
"Her powers are surfacing." Everyone looked at Dark blankly. He sighed softly. "Once a vampire is at an age there powers will start to surface. Only the father can teach them how to control it before they become mad." They still looked blank, though Blake and Rolad had already understood. "Okay. She is coming into her psychic abilities now." He sighed softly as realization finally dawned in there eyes. 'Finally' He looked at Diane and Numair. "I don't want a word out of what she is." His tone was menacing and his gaze cold. Diane glared at him in turn.
"You could have just asked! No need to be threatening!" Her tone was indignant. "We won't tell anyone without Blake's permission."
"Will you be able to call immortals to me so I can study them? Can you converse with dragons? Can you control dragons?" His questions fired out of his mouth like bullets. [He looks like an eager child.] [Why don't you give him a hug?] [God don't you EVER shut up?] Dark nodded at the tall mage, giving his silent consent. A soft fog detached from Blake's cloak. She almost squealed in surprise.
"I was wondering when one would find you." Dark examined the fog for flaws but could find not find any complaints.
"What is that thing?" Blake too examined it. [Humph. I thought you would be able to recognize me.] "Annoying!" Blake cried out, incredulous. [Yes it's me. God.] Dark looked at her thoughtfully. 'She named it? I only call mine fog.' He shrugged his unease off. Most vampires didn't call their fogs anything, only powerful vampires named theirs. He had named his fog, for lack of imagination. Blake's jaw almost broke as she yawned, you could hear it cracking. Dark started to shoo the visitors out of the room. Diane and Numair walked to their rooms saying that they'd visit tomorrow. Rolad just grinned hugely at her and said goodnight. Dark closed the door softly as they left. She had already fallen asleep above the covers. As he came towards her sleeping form the fog closed protectively around her. He tried to reach for it but when he touched it sparks went out. He glared at it softly and snarled. Fog reluctantly parted from her. Dark lifted his daughters form and pulled the covers down and set her on the bed. He gently took off her shoes and covered her with the covers. He looked softly at her and almost regretted tomorrow.
"Goodnight my Blake. Let's hope you survive." He turned to a sparrow and flitted through the window, loathing himself for what he was going to have to do. Tomorrow was going to be a long day…..
AN: I tried what one of my reviewers said and I LIKE IT! If its sounds a little confused sowwie cuz this is my first time! Lol. Sowwie this is so short! I have to go take a shower now! Tell me if you like this way of doing dialogue and I'll write like this FOREVER! Mwuhahahahahaha! Byz, love ya'll lots! Oh p.s. if theres a few mistakes in it sowwie cuz I didn't proofread.
