Chapter 9
When everyone was settled back down again, Rashel took the time to really study the girl. She was as beautiful as Tristian was handsome. She wore the same calm expression he did, only hers was gentle and innocent. She had black hair, with big sapphire eyes. She sat still on the couch watching everyone around her, pausing at each person. She must be shy, Rashel thought. (Yeah that's it. Maybe you should make her feel more comfortable, she doesn't look as dangerous as Tristian. Hell I bet she can't even fight!) Quinn's thoughts reflected back to her. Smiling she answered (Maybe that's just what I'll do!) With that she got up and walked across the living room closing the space between them.
Sensing her, the girl looked up expectantly at her; curiously. "Hi I'm Rashel Jordan. Welcome to the Daybreakers." She started. The girl extended her hand, flashed her a smile but said nothing. (Wow that shy huh) Quinn said. Ignoring her annoying but sexy soulmate, she tried once more. "What brings you here?" The girl smiled once more before she turned and pointed to something behind her. Turning Rashel saw Tristian making his was towards them. Giving her a quick nod he held out his hand for the girl.
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"Thiery, We need to talk." Nodding Thierry motioned for him to follow. Turning back around he reached out to Charli's mind and had ordered her to stay put, and to yell for him at the first sight of trouble. (She's with me. Nothing happens to her!) he mentally told Thierry, who turned to Hannah and a few seconds later nodded. (She'll be safe here, have her follow Hannah)
Now he was sitting in Thierry's office wondering how he was going to tell him. Sitting in his chair Thierry leaned forward and waited.
"The girl. She's my soulmate. I know you lead the Daybreakers and I need a safe haven for her. I have unfinished business to attend too. Something that shouldn't have been put off for so long, something I should have taken care off long ago." He muttered.
"Ahh yes Johan," Thierry mused as he leaned back. "Yes I can provide her that, but when will you return for her?"
Staring back at him, he said nothing. "You don't plan on coming back for her do you? Does she know this?"
"No, but she will in due time." He answered softly. Nodding his head Thierry studied the man in front of him. He was just as he remembered him, cold, distant. Even though they'd been around for almost the same amount of time, Thierry never understood him. He knew that there was no use arguing with him as well. Once Tristian's mind was set, there was no turning back for him.
"Alright, bring her in here," he said finally. Standing up Tristian turned to go but was stopped. "But if she's going to stay here, you'll be required to stay for at least a week." Thierry stretched the word required. Grinding his teeth but knowing he had no choice, Tristian stiffly nodded his head and walked out.
******* She was talking to Rashel, or rather Rashel was talking to her. Laughing at his own little mistake he walked towards her and held out his hand. She took it without hesitation and followed him back to Thierry's office. He noted how delicate and fragile even her hand seemed to be. It was small, but fit perfectly inside of his. Her soft touch sent shivers down his spine, but he hid it successfully. "So how do you like it here so far? Made any new friends?" he asked her.
Looking up at him she saw the small twinkle in his eye. Realizing his not so funny joke to be soon intended, she stuck out her tongue. (That's not funny you know! But this place is so big, so beautiful. I can't believe he owns it. Are all these people like um.us? Is he like you?) she asked him.
(Yes they're all soulmates, just like us. And Thierry's as old as me too. But no matter how safe this all seems, you should never ever let your guard down. You understand?) His tone was gentle but harsh. He needed her to be careful, so he would not lose focus in his life. He needed her out of it.
As they entered Thierry's office he saw that he was not sitting down anymore. Instead he was walking towards them extending his hand out to Charli. Smiling gently at her he said, "Hi my name is Thierry and this is Hannah." He pointed to a girl who just came in from the side door. Letting go of Charli's hand he motioned for them both to sit back down.
Pulling Charli into the chair next to him, he watched Hannah stand beside Thierry looking at Charli. She still looked the same as he had last seen her, although she probably didn't remember him. "Welcome to our house. Anything you'll need or be needing just let us know, and we'll be happy to get it for you," Thierry continued.
"What is your name?" Hannah suddenly asked. It occurred to her that no one knew what it was. She waited expectantly and watched in surprise when the girl suddenly paled and slowly turn to Tristian. She looked scared, vulnerable.
She heard Tristian sigh before he turned to them and said ", Her name is Charli Twan, and" he paused looking at the girl once more before he continued ever so slowly ", she's mute."
****** She watched their faces fill with interest and something else, but she knew it wasn't pity, and she was relieved. She had had enough of those thrown at her, that she didn't think she could deal with anymore. She needed to feel like she belonged, especially if she was going to have to stay here.
They smile at her but didn't comment on their newfound fact. Instead they chose to relieve her of that burden. "Well Charli Twan, I hope you find your stay with us enjoyable. We'll be looking forward to getting to know you better," Thierry said.
****** He watched her absently mildly while she started unpacking her clothes. She was humming again, something he noticed she did often. Not that he minded it was rather beautiful, and had the startling effect of calming him.
"I might as well teach you how to project since you're going to need it here." He started out. She stopped and tuned to him giving him a questioning look. "I'm not always going to be around you when you need something," he said hastily. He had almost slipped up. Nodding her head she walked towards him and sat across from him studying him intensely.
That was another thing he noticed she did often when she thought he wasn't looking. (All right when you usually talk to me, I can hear you because of the link we share. For other vampires you're going to have to project your thought out to be heard. Now instead of focusing your thought only to me, find something to say, but direct it completely at someone else. Hmm not gonna work here. All right I'll try not to read your mind so much and I'll be on that other side of the room. You try to project something to me.)
****** Three hours and a half later still without much success they practiced. (Tristian my head really hurts. Can we please take a break?) Grumbling at her he glared irritably before he said "Whatever," and then turned around to watch T.V. Charli was stunned, but then again she was getting used to being shun at his will. Shrugging she walked to the room, or she supposed their room, and curled into a ball on the bed. No sooner had she got in when sleep settled in.
It was getting dark but he was still lost in his own thoughts. The T.V. was blaring but he hardly heard it. Rubbing at his temples, he sighed. Staying a week should have been no big deal. He could have enough time to train himself, to prepare for Johan, but the thought of being near her for one more week was driving him insane. She had looked so . he didn't even know the word to use. Adorable?? Bah. She looked that when she had been trying to project to him. Her little frown, the twitch in her eye, the way she kept biting her lip, and constantly squinting her eyes, as if that would help.
He turned off the television and was just about to take a shower when he heard a loud explosion from outside. Glancing out the window he saw Rashel, Keller, Quinn, Ash, and two other guards fighting with twice as many people than them. He had been introduced to all of them earlier, although he had no idea that they contained this much power. There were about three wolves and a couple more vampires. Without hesitation he opened the window, threw aside the screen and launched himself out, landing on one of the wolves. Rashel threw him an appreciated look before she continued fighting. The wolf he had landed on was knocked unconscious. While checking for breathing on the wolf he didn't catch the fist that landed on his left cheek.
Growling he threw himself onto his attacker picking up the wooden stake on the ground, then aimed for his heart, and shoved. Getting up slowly he noted that the fighting had ceased. The little incident proved to be under control. He felt blood on his lip. Sucking on it he realized it was his.
Without a further comment he did that Jackie Chan move again and was standing in the living room once more. Re-adjusting the screen before he closed the window he came to one final conclusion. She was as safe as she could be here, but that safety wasn't forever guaranteed, or 100% reliable at all times. He'd have to see to that one himself.
Tomorrow Charli we'll see what you can do, he thought. In the bathroom he washed his face and hands (the essentials) and walked in the bedroom. Damn! He just realized there was only one bed in the whole damn apartment Thierry had given them. "Well I sure ain't sleeping on the floor or the couch," he grumbled as he gently slipped under the covers. Soon as he did he felt her body slide slowly towards his. He sucked in his breath as the ever so familiar mist started again. "Not again. Can't anybody get some sleep around here?"
He was asleep in seconds because as much as he hated to admit it, the mist calmed him; or rather the girl calmed him. He unconsciously wrapped his arms protectively around her, surprised that she didn't pull back. "Oh right. She's asleep," was his final thought.
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Hey guys! I'd like to thank you all again for following up on my first story ever! Yay for me-I'm actually sticking to something! But anyway.Oh hold on I forgot...
Oh yah! I'm not really a G-r-E-a-T fight scene writer so forgive me on that little fighting scene that may have not sounded as violent as I hoped it would be. Now for my new reviews. Know whats funny? I just realized for every new chapter I put up I get about 3-4 reviews in. Anyway as I was saying:
Kris: Wow! Thanks so much! Your comment on my piece really struck a nerve! Thanks so much again for reading and reviewing!
Kitty Maxwell: This my friends is the Queen Of Not Enough Time! But trust me that's good! Thank you Kitty for always reading and leaving reviews even when you're pressed for time. (Not have enough time) That tells me a lot!
Dulce Ambrosia: Im very pleased to find that my little made-up spell goes well with the story! I thought it might be a little bit corny, but thank you so much for your comment! I hope you stay tuned!
Sharmeen: Ohhhhhhhh don't you worry about that ^*^romantic^*^ stuff Its coming up in the later chapters! Now whats the story with your first story! (ha ha did that make any sense at all?)
When everyone was settled back down again, Rashel took the time to really study the girl. She was as beautiful as Tristian was handsome. She wore the same calm expression he did, only hers was gentle and innocent. She had black hair, with big sapphire eyes. She sat still on the couch watching everyone around her, pausing at each person. She must be shy, Rashel thought. (Yeah that's it. Maybe you should make her feel more comfortable, she doesn't look as dangerous as Tristian. Hell I bet she can't even fight!) Quinn's thoughts reflected back to her. Smiling she answered (Maybe that's just what I'll do!) With that she got up and walked across the living room closing the space between them.
Sensing her, the girl looked up expectantly at her; curiously. "Hi I'm Rashel Jordan. Welcome to the Daybreakers." She started. The girl extended her hand, flashed her a smile but said nothing. (Wow that shy huh) Quinn said. Ignoring her annoying but sexy soulmate, she tried once more. "What brings you here?" The girl smiled once more before she turned and pointed to something behind her. Turning Rashel saw Tristian making his was towards them. Giving her a quick nod he held out his hand for the girl.
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"Thiery, We need to talk." Nodding Thierry motioned for him to follow. Turning back around he reached out to Charli's mind and had ordered her to stay put, and to yell for him at the first sight of trouble. (She's with me. Nothing happens to her!) he mentally told Thierry, who turned to Hannah and a few seconds later nodded. (She'll be safe here, have her follow Hannah)
Now he was sitting in Thierry's office wondering how he was going to tell him. Sitting in his chair Thierry leaned forward and waited.
"The girl. She's my soulmate. I know you lead the Daybreakers and I need a safe haven for her. I have unfinished business to attend too. Something that shouldn't have been put off for so long, something I should have taken care off long ago." He muttered.
"Ahh yes Johan," Thierry mused as he leaned back. "Yes I can provide her that, but when will you return for her?"
Staring back at him, he said nothing. "You don't plan on coming back for her do you? Does she know this?"
"No, but she will in due time." He answered softly. Nodding his head Thierry studied the man in front of him. He was just as he remembered him, cold, distant. Even though they'd been around for almost the same amount of time, Thierry never understood him. He knew that there was no use arguing with him as well. Once Tristian's mind was set, there was no turning back for him.
"Alright, bring her in here," he said finally. Standing up Tristian turned to go but was stopped. "But if she's going to stay here, you'll be required to stay for at least a week." Thierry stretched the word required. Grinding his teeth but knowing he had no choice, Tristian stiffly nodded his head and walked out.
******* She was talking to Rashel, or rather Rashel was talking to her. Laughing at his own little mistake he walked towards her and held out his hand. She took it without hesitation and followed him back to Thierry's office. He noted how delicate and fragile even her hand seemed to be. It was small, but fit perfectly inside of his. Her soft touch sent shivers down his spine, but he hid it successfully. "So how do you like it here so far? Made any new friends?" he asked her.
Looking up at him she saw the small twinkle in his eye. Realizing his not so funny joke to be soon intended, she stuck out her tongue. (That's not funny you know! But this place is so big, so beautiful. I can't believe he owns it. Are all these people like um.us? Is he like you?) she asked him.
(Yes they're all soulmates, just like us. And Thierry's as old as me too. But no matter how safe this all seems, you should never ever let your guard down. You understand?) His tone was gentle but harsh. He needed her to be careful, so he would not lose focus in his life. He needed her out of it.
As they entered Thierry's office he saw that he was not sitting down anymore. Instead he was walking towards them extending his hand out to Charli. Smiling gently at her he said, "Hi my name is Thierry and this is Hannah." He pointed to a girl who just came in from the side door. Letting go of Charli's hand he motioned for them both to sit back down.
Pulling Charli into the chair next to him, he watched Hannah stand beside Thierry looking at Charli. She still looked the same as he had last seen her, although she probably didn't remember him. "Welcome to our house. Anything you'll need or be needing just let us know, and we'll be happy to get it for you," Thierry continued.
"What is your name?" Hannah suddenly asked. It occurred to her that no one knew what it was. She waited expectantly and watched in surprise when the girl suddenly paled and slowly turn to Tristian. She looked scared, vulnerable.
She heard Tristian sigh before he turned to them and said ", Her name is Charli Twan, and" he paused looking at the girl once more before he continued ever so slowly ", she's mute."
****** She watched their faces fill with interest and something else, but she knew it wasn't pity, and she was relieved. She had had enough of those thrown at her, that she didn't think she could deal with anymore. She needed to feel like she belonged, especially if she was going to have to stay here.
They smile at her but didn't comment on their newfound fact. Instead they chose to relieve her of that burden. "Well Charli Twan, I hope you find your stay with us enjoyable. We'll be looking forward to getting to know you better," Thierry said.
****** He watched her absently mildly while she started unpacking her clothes. She was humming again, something he noticed she did often. Not that he minded it was rather beautiful, and had the startling effect of calming him.
"I might as well teach you how to project since you're going to need it here." He started out. She stopped and tuned to him giving him a questioning look. "I'm not always going to be around you when you need something," he said hastily. He had almost slipped up. Nodding her head she walked towards him and sat across from him studying him intensely.
That was another thing he noticed she did often when she thought he wasn't looking. (All right when you usually talk to me, I can hear you because of the link we share. For other vampires you're going to have to project your thought out to be heard. Now instead of focusing your thought only to me, find something to say, but direct it completely at someone else. Hmm not gonna work here. All right I'll try not to read your mind so much and I'll be on that other side of the room. You try to project something to me.)
****** Three hours and a half later still without much success they practiced. (Tristian my head really hurts. Can we please take a break?) Grumbling at her he glared irritably before he said "Whatever," and then turned around to watch T.V. Charli was stunned, but then again she was getting used to being shun at his will. Shrugging she walked to the room, or she supposed their room, and curled into a ball on the bed. No sooner had she got in when sleep settled in.
It was getting dark but he was still lost in his own thoughts. The T.V. was blaring but he hardly heard it. Rubbing at his temples, he sighed. Staying a week should have been no big deal. He could have enough time to train himself, to prepare for Johan, but the thought of being near her for one more week was driving him insane. She had looked so . he didn't even know the word to use. Adorable?? Bah. She looked that when she had been trying to project to him. Her little frown, the twitch in her eye, the way she kept biting her lip, and constantly squinting her eyes, as if that would help.
He turned off the television and was just about to take a shower when he heard a loud explosion from outside. Glancing out the window he saw Rashel, Keller, Quinn, Ash, and two other guards fighting with twice as many people than them. He had been introduced to all of them earlier, although he had no idea that they contained this much power. There were about three wolves and a couple more vampires. Without hesitation he opened the window, threw aside the screen and launched himself out, landing on one of the wolves. Rashel threw him an appreciated look before she continued fighting. The wolf he had landed on was knocked unconscious. While checking for breathing on the wolf he didn't catch the fist that landed on his left cheek.
Growling he threw himself onto his attacker picking up the wooden stake on the ground, then aimed for his heart, and shoved. Getting up slowly he noted that the fighting had ceased. The little incident proved to be under control. He felt blood on his lip. Sucking on it he realized it was his.
Without a further comment he did that Jackie Chan move again and was standing in the living room once more. Re-adjusting the screen before he closed the window he came to one final conclusion. She was as safe as she could be here, but that safety wasn't forever guaranteed, or 100% reliable at all times. He'd have to see to that one himself.
Tomorrow Charli we'll see what you can do, he thought. In the bathroom he washed his face and hands (the essentials) and walked in the bedroom. Damn! He just realized there was only one bed in the whole damn apartment Thierry had given them. "Well I sure ain't sleeping on the floor or the couch," he grumbled as he gently slipped under the covers. Soon as he did he felt her body slide slowly towards his. He sucked in his breath as the ever so familiar mist started again. "Not again. Can't anybody get some sleep around here?"
He was asleep in seconds because as much as he hated to admit it, the mist calmed him; or rather the girl calmed him. He unconsciously wrapped his arms protectively around her, surprised that she didn't pull back. "Oh right. She's asleep," was his final thought.
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Hey guys! I'd like to thank you all again for following up on my first story ever! Yay for me-I'm actually sticking to something! But anyway.Oh hold on I forgot...
Oh yah! I'm not really a G-r-E-a-T fight scene writer so forgive me on that little fighting scene that may have not sounded as violent as I hoped it would be. Now for my new reviews. Know whats funny? I just realized for every new chapter I put up I get about 3-4 reviews in. Anyway as I was saying:
Kris: Wow! Thanks so much! Your comment on my piece really struck a nerve! Thanks so much again for reading and reviewing!
Kitty Maxwell: This my friends is the Queen Of Not Enough Time! But trust me that's good! Thank you Kitty for always reading and leaving reviews even when you're pressed for time. (Not have enough time) That tells me a lot!
Dulce Ambrosia: Im very pleased to find that my little made-up spell goes well with the story! I thought it might be a little bit corny, but thank you so much for your comment! I hope you stay tuned!
Sharmeen: Ohhhhhhhh don't you worry about that ^*^romantic^*^ stuff Its coming up in the later chapters! Now whats the story with your first story! (ha ha did that make any sense at all?)