Thea101: Ha ha ha. I think Thierry would take advantage of having boobs. I think most men would, I mean they say us women are lucky, that when we want to see boobs, all we have to do is look down and viola we can see boobs.
An interesting suggestion though, I might make him do something like that. What do you think?
Practikalmagik: Sorry about that. The story is supposed to be present tense, but at the start Nila is introducing herself then the scene is supposed to do that fading thing that lets you know that she's reliving the experience. I've edited that chapter so it should be okay now.
So on with the story…
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Goddess, this is really boring. I think to myself two hours later. Blaise brought in the books for her grandmother's store half an hour earlier and Mother Cybele, Aradia, Thierry, Hannah, Blaise, Thea, the rest of the gang and I are looking through the thousands upon thousands of books. Most of them are in another language- Latin I think.
I turn to look at the pile of books that haven't been read…yet. Damn! Still about three quarters of both Blaise's grandmother's books and Thierry's books. I swear I'm going to have at least triple vision after all of this is finished.
"How long do we have to keep doing this?" I moan to no one in particular.
"Until we've read all of these books." Thierry replies.
"Until we crack, more like." Ash mumbles.
"I think I'm getting a headache." Maggie complains.
"So do I." About half the room agrees.
"Thierry?" I ask, practically dragging my-Thierry's- behind over to where he's sitting.
"Hmm?" he replies, clearly absorbed in reading the book he has chosen.
"Most of these books are in Latin, I can barely read Egyptian let alone Latin. Can't we take a break? Your behind has gone numb; I can't even feel to see if it's alive. I think it's died." I groan.
"It better not be dead, or you're buying me a new one." He mutters.
"Not funny." I say to him. "Ooh, I have to take a break."
"Why do you have to?" Thierry asks.
"Well, you didn't give me time to feed today. You got me out of bed, more or less dragged your nice well toned ass downstairs and into your office, and then you got me to read these books. So all in all, I need to feed." I point out. "I feel the need, the need to feed."
"Fine. But you better be back in one hour." He replies.
Everyone looks at him hopefully.
"All right, all right. You can all go, just be back here in one hour, and I mean it."
There is a chorus of yeses all around the room and everybody gets up to leave.
"Thierry?" I start.
"I thought you were away to feed?" He asks.
"I was, but I just need to tell you something." I reply.
"And that would be…?" he asks.
"For you to hold your horses, keep your hair on. It's not the end of the world if we don't find what we're looking for tonight." I reply.
"Actually it will be." Thierry points out.
"What do you mean?" I ask panic starting to arise in my voice.
"Well, if the Night World Council finds out that I'm in disposed, meaning not myself, they might declare to start a war to take over the world. That's why we need to get our own bodies back ASAP." He explains rubbing my left breast.
I smack his hand away.
"Why are you feeling my breast?" I demand.
"I'm not. It's itchy." He rubs it even harder.
"Whomever was there last wants back." I reply.
"Huh?" he asks befuddled.
"Old wives tale. If your breasts get itchy, then whomever was there last wants back." I explain.
"How do you stop it from being itchy?" he goes mad on the rubbing.
Again, I smack his hand away.
"Will you please stop with the rubbing? You're starting to make me itch." I growl scratching my eyebrows.
"Sorry. I can't help it." He apologises.
"I'm away to feed. And will you please leave the boobs alone? I'd like to have boobs when I get my body back." I say, rolling my eyes and turn around and walk out the door, heading for the kitchen.
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After I feed, I walk outside where some of the boys are busy playing football.
I walk over to talk to the girls who are sitting beside the pool.
"Hey Nila." Mary- Lynnette says.
"Hey Mare. What you guys doing?" I ask, sitting down next to her and Poppy.
"Nothing much, just chatting." She replies.
"Hey Nila?" Poppy asks.
"Yeah?" I reply.
"You can speak Egyptian can't you?" She asks.
"Yup." I answer. "Why?"
"How do you say 'Hello, my name is Poppy' in Egyptian?"
"Marhaba salam alekom, Ana ismee Poppy." I reply.
"Marhaba salam alekom, Ana ismee Poppy?" Poppy asks.
"Yup." I reply.
"Whey hey. I can speak a little Egyptian." Poppy beams.
"How do you say 'how are you?'" Maggie asks.
"Keif halac of ezaiyak." I answer.
"Wow. Egyptian is a lovely language." Gillian says quietly.
"Yup." I agree. "Well guys, I'm going up to look at those books before Thierry has a fit." I say getting up.
"Can you actually read what those books are saying?" Keller asks.
"No. I can read Latin just as much as I can read Pig Latin. Not at all." I reply.
I get up to walk away, when…
"Nila look out!' one of the boys yells.
The football flies in the air in a graceful arc, then comes down and hits me square in the groin, catching me off guard.
"Holy Horus." I grunt out doubling over in agony.
White-hot pain shoots all over my body.
"Nila? Are you all right?" Morgead winces at my expression.
"Now I know what it feels like to be a man." I pant out from the pain. "Thierry really isn't going to like this, if you've broken his manhood!" I scream in rising tones.
"I am so sorry, Nila." James begins. "I didn't mean it."
"That's okay James." I get up and hobble back to one of the pool chairs. "My…manhood." I grunt out again.
"Quinn? Call Thierry, tell him to get down here right now." Rashel orders.
Quinn concentrates for a minute, before he says, "He's on his way."
"Do you need anything Nila?" Jez asks.
"I think a need a splint…or something." I reply taking deep breaths to ease the pain. "I think you broke Thierry's manhood James."
"Sorry." James says, grimacing.
A few minutes later Thierry, Hannah, Mother Cybele and Aradia come out to see what all the commotion is about.
"What happened?' Thierry asks.
"A football hit Nila in the groin." Ash says, surprisingly not in his lazy voice.
"Ouch." Hannah mumbles.
"Do you need anything Nila?' Mother Cybele asks.
"Ice cream. I would like some ice cream." I get out in just a whisper.
"Yeah? What flavour?" She asks.
"Doesn't matter. It's for my groin." I say before throwing my head back onto the back of the chair.
"I think we need to get her upstairs." Aradia suggests.
"I think you're right." Thierry agrees. "Nila? Can you walk?"
"I don't know. Maybe." I reply, taking a deep breath and stand up.
I manage to shuffle forwards before my knees buckle. I feel two pairs of strong arms grabbing me before I fall.
I look up and into a pair of ever changing eyes, and a pair of black eyes.
"Thank Ash. Thanks Quinn." I mutter.
"No problem.' They reply in unison.
They drag me through the kitchen and into the main living room, where they put me onto a dark red couch.
"Stay here for about forty-five minutes, then hopefully you'll feel better." Ash says.
"Yeah thanks." I mumble.
Everyone walks out of the living room, and then about five minutes later I fall asleep after continual moaning in pain.
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A/N; Please review this…part of the story. Sorry about hurting Nila, but I wanted to make the story a bit interesting, and a little bit funny. Anyways please review and let me know what you think.