I'm putting the ratings and crap at the bottom.
Chapter Three: Meetings
While Marz and Andromeda were talking to Louis, Twitty was talking to someone from the bar, as well. And, like Marz and Andromeda, Louis hadn't seen her becouse she was hiding in a light fixture.
Sort of. She'd been hiding behind a light fixture, playing with her kittens.
"What've you got for me, Twitty?" Annie asked, as she handed one of said kittens to him.
He took the little kitten, and looked at it, adoring it. She was a girl, he knew- all four of the kittens had been- and she was named Steve-Dave. Then, he looked at Annie.
She, like all of them, was pale, with unnaturally colored hair. It was black, streaked different shades fo pink, and looked very cool. Her eyes were midnight blue, and had stars in them, reflecting her status as a Dreamer.
Twitty placed the kitten in his lap as he sat down next to her, on the second to top row of the bleachers, being careful not to step on any of the other three kittens, and stroked Steve-Dave gently.
"Roxie said yes to Louis." he answered.
"Surprise, surprise. Get on with it."
"I haven't Changed him yet."
"Why not?"
"I haven't gotten a chance."
Annie rolled her eyes. "You know the Actors motto better then I do, Twitty." she said, smiling suddenly as the smallest kitten, Clayton, dug her claws into the ankle-length suede khaki skirt Annie was wearing, and began climbing.
"Yeah, yeah." he answered, watching the little white baby make her way slowly tword its destintion in Annies lap.
"If there is a way, find it." Annie began.
"And if there's not one, make one." he finished. "I know. Have you heard anything from Reno on your project?"
"Yeah." she replied, blushing faintly. Even the slightest blush showed up impressivly on her paler-then-death skin. "She sent me an e-mail. Things are going better then planned, and we need to get the potion over there sometime in the next three weeks." She gave him a pointed look, as she began stroking Clayton gently.
"I can do that." he said. "Gimme two days to do a bit of B n' E, then another day to make the stuff, and I'll have it."
"You told me you'd already made it." she said, looking alarmed. She hated Twittys methods of getting what he needed for his potions, and liked to avoid letting him loose in the caves whenever possible.
"You two aren't the only ones who use that crap, you know." he said. "Marz and Andromeda are the only Dreamers who don't."
"Ghost and Shadow use it?" she inquired.
"They switched a couple months ago." he answered. "Said is was more convenient, and that their old Provider for what they needed for the rites drained one of the Affl-icted by accident."
"That wouldn't kill her?" Annie was alarmed by this thought. She knew the Provider Ghost and Shadow had used. She had taken on the role of Ghosts protector shortly after he was Turned, and was one of the Elders.
"I dunno." he answered. "As much as I'd like to think so, we aren't invulnerable. She hasn't died yet, if she's going to. It's just made her decide to be more careful, and she thinks she's getting to old to be a Provider anymore, anyway." He bit his lip, and glanced quickly at his watch. "I gotta go. Gotta meet Roxie." He handed Steve-Dave back to Annie. She placed her, and Clayton on the floor on the floor, and smiled at him.
They finished their business, and Twitty left, refreshed.
"Where've you been?" Roxie asked. "You're late."
"By thirty seconds." Twitty answered. "I had some business with Annie."
"I'm guessing you need permission to do some B and E, right?"
"I will, anyway, so why not?"
"Goddess, Alan, you have no respect for your superiors." She shook her head in pseudo-disgust. "Have you Changed him, yet?"
"No." Twitty glanced at the ceiling, his cheeks staining themselves pink. "I haven't gotten a chance."
"Liar. Anyway, we need to hurry a bit. Are you ready? We've only got a couple of weeks, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"You better turn him while you've still got a chance. Otherwise, he'll be a lovely target for those mangy, mug-loving, sons of bitches from the other side of the Wall."
"Okay!" Twitty exclaimed. "You've made your goddamned point. I've got some business today, so I'll change him first chance I get, then I'll leave him with Kassandra for a crash-course in the basics."
"Why Kassandra?"
"She owes me a favor. I have to go now. Lots of B and E, and several other things."
"Such as."
Twitty gave her a serene smile. "I'm /hungry/." he replied. Then, he was gone.
Roxie grinned. It was very much the same grin she'd flashed the night before, as it was supposed to be. This time, however, her fangs were more noticable then ever.
To Be Continued...
Warnings: Obscene cuteness, though only if you can picture the kittens in question, as well as veiled mentions of slash. Don't think there's any cursing, but I don't really notice, so there might be.
Rating: This one would be G, were it not for blink-and-you'll-miss-it slash referances, and equally vaugh mentions of the consumptions of the blood of others. For all that, it only gets a PG.
A/N: You guys got what B and E is, right? For those who didn't, they just don't like saying 'breaking and entering', because it sounds morally wrong. Which it is, but who cares? Anybody reading this who hasn't reveiwed? If so, I don't feel particularly loves, and three words won't kill you. That goes for those of you who HAVE reveiwed, as well.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to my friend Alice, who just about found me out, but didn't. I hope she doesn't read this.
Chapter Three: Meetings
While Marz and Andromeda were talking to Louis, Twitty was talking to someone from the bar, as well. And, like Marz and Andromeda, Louis hadn't seen her becouse she was hiding in a light fixture.
Sort of. She'd been hiding behind a light fixture, playing with her kittens.
"What've you got for me, Twitty?" Annie asked, as she handed one of said kittens to him.
He took the little kitten, and looked at it, adoring it. She was a girl, he knew- all four of the kittens had been- and she was named Steve-Dave. Then, he looked at Annie.
She, like all of them, was pale, with unnaturally colored hair. It was black, streaked different shades fo pink, and looked very cool. Her eyes were midnight blue, and had stars in them, reflecting her status as a Dreamer.
Twitty placed the kitten in his lap as he sat down next to her, on the second to top row of the bleachers, being careful not to step on any of the other three kittens, and stroked Steve-Dave gently.
"Roxie said yes to Louis." he answered.
"Surprise, surprise. Get on with it."
"I haven't Changed him yet."
"Why not?"
"I haven't gotten a chance."
Annie rolled her eyes. "You know the Actors motto better then I do, Twitty." she said, smiling suddenly as the smallest kitten, Clayton, dug her claws into the ankle-length suede khaki skirt Annie was wearing, and began climbing.
"Yeah, yeah." he answered, watching the little white baby make her way slowly tword its destintion in Annies lap.
"If there is a way, find it." Annie began.
"And if there's not one, make one." he finished. "I know. Have you heard anything from Reno on your project?"
"Yeah." she replied, blushing faintly. Even the slightest blush showed up impressivly on her paler-then-death skin. "She sent me an e-mail. Things are going better then planned, and we need to get the potion over there sometime in the next three weeks." She gave him a pointed look, as she began stroking Clayton gently.
"I can do that." he said. "Gimme two days to do a bit of B n' E, then another day to make the stuff, and I'll have it."
"You told me you'd already made it." she said, looking alarmed. She hated Twittys methods of getting what he needed for his potions, and liked to avoid letting him loose in the caves whenever possible.
"You two aren't the only ones who use that crap, you know." he said. "Marz and Andromeda are the only Dreamers who don't."
"Ghost and Shadow use it?" she inquired.
"They switched a couple months ago." he answered. "Said is was more convenient, and that their old Provider for what they needed for the rites drained one of the Affl-icted by accident."
"That wouldn't kill her?" Annie was alarmed by this thought. She knew the Provider Ghost and Shadow had used. She had taken on the role of Ghosts protector shortly after he was Turned, and was one of the Elders.
"I dunno." he answered. "As much as I'd like to think so, we aren't invulnerable. She hasn't died yet, if she's going to. It's just made her decide to be more careful, and she thinks she's getting to old to be a Provider anymore, anyway." He bit his lip, and glanced quickly at his watch. "I gotta go. Gotta meet Roxie." He handed Steve-Dave back to Annie. She placed her, and Clayton on the floor on the floor, and smiled at him.
They finished their business, and Twitty left, refreshed.
"Where've you been?" Roxie asked. "You're late."
"By thirty seconds." Twitty answered. "I had some business with Annie."
"I'm guessing you need permission to do some B and E, right?"
"I will, anyway, so why not?"
"Goddess, Alan, you have no respect for your superiors." She shook her head in pseudo-disgust. "Have you Changed him, yet?"
"No." Twitty glanced at the ceiling, his cheeks staining themselves pink. "I haven't gotten a chance."
"Liar. Anyway, we need to hurry a bit. Are you ready? We've only got a couple of weeks, you know."
"Yeah, I know."
"You better turn him while you've still got a chance. Otherwise, he'll be a lovely target for those mangy, mug-loving, sons of bitches from the other side of the Wall."
"Okay!" Twitty exclaimed. "You've made your goddamned point. I've got some business today, so I'll change him first chance I get, then I'll leave him with Kassandra for a crash-course in the basics."
"Why Kassandra?"
"She owes me a favor. I have to go now. Lots of B and E, and several other things."
"Such as."
Twitty gave her a serene smile. "I'm /hungry/." he replied. Then, he was gone.
Roxie grinned. It was very much the same grin she'd flashed the night before, as it was supposed to be. This time, however, her fangs were more noticable then ever.
To Be Continued...
Warnings: Obscene cuteness, though only if you can picture the kittens in question, as well as veiled mentions of slash. Don't think there's any cursing, but I don't really notice, so there might be.
Rating: This one would be G, were it not for blink-and-you'll-miss-it slash referances, and equally vaugh mentions of the consumptions of the blood of others. For all that, it only gets a PG.
A/N: You guys got what B and E is, right? For those who didn't, they just don't like saying 'breaking and entering', because it sounds morally wrong. Which it is, but who cares? Anybody reading this who hasn't reveiwed? If so, I don't feel particularly loves, and three words won't kill you. That goes for those of you who HAVE reveiwed, as well.
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to my friend Alice, who just about found me out, but didn't. I hope she doesn't read this.