Author's note: Chapter 4 has been fixed. Sorry for the mix up. Huge thanks to everyone who reviewed as well. I'm just curious - Sharmeen you said there was another fic like this already on FanFiction.net? What's it called? I stuck this up here cause I thought it was a pretty original story.
Part 5
Natasha didn't understand what all the fuss was about. The call had come from Veronique to join her in some town in America calling itself Fell's Church. It had been obvious for a while now her maker was up to something. Veronique was often big on the whole mystery thing. She liked to keep people guessing till the last minute.
Dalton often complained that it was just annoying, why couldn't Veronique ever just get to the *point*? The three of them had been together for at least four hundred years or so. Veronique had made Natasha, and wanting someone to test her powers on, Natasha had gone after the first attractive boy she had seen, who happened to be Dalton.
Veronique had never come across as the most intelligent person in the world. Her mind and moods changed constantly, she never really seemed to think things through. About two months ago she had disappeared from the apartment she, Natasha and Dalton had been sharing in London. Neither of the, had been concerned, Veronique did this sort of thing all the time.
Then at the beginning of the week Veronique had called to say she was back in America again.
"Did she say anything at all?" Dalton asked.
The flight to the U.S.A. had been terrible, there had been bad weather and turbulence most of the way there. Natasha hadn't fed in two days, which wasn't helping, the pull of blood lust was becoming stronger by the minute.
She and Dalton had rented a car and were on their way to meet Veronique in her new town.
"Nope. Just to come find her in Fell's Church." She looked out the window, wrapping a strand of long coppery red hair around her finger. She winced at the bright sunlight.
"Why Fell's Church?" Dalton stopped the car at a red light.
"I have no idea, okay?" Natasha snapped. "Stop asking pointless questions and just drive."
Dalton glanced over at her, blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "Whatever."
He pulled over at a roadside diner; Natasha's vision was going blurry. All she could see were clouds of red. Dalton guided her round to the back of the place, bringing with him a lost tourist asking for directions. Natasha pounced, revelling in the blood that gushed into her.
Dalton pulled her away before she could actually kill the tourist. Natasha glared at him. "Why'd you do that?" she demanded.
Dalton looked evenly back at her. "Because, idiot, killing in an unknown territory might be a bad idea until we know a little more about why we're here."
Natasha laughed harshly. "Mr. Cautious."
"Fuck you." Dalton turned back to the tourist, who was staring blankly into Dalton's blue eyes before walking away. "He won't remember any of this." He pushed a few wayward strands of platinum blond hair off his forehead. "Let's get out of here."
Natasha felt better as they continued the drive. She'd have been in a much more cheerful mood if she could have killed the tourist, but as much as she hated to admit it, Dalton was probably right. Since when did he care about whether or not she killed, anyway? He'd never cared before. He loved to let people know he had been there. It was something short of a miracle he hadn't been caught yet.
It wasn't long before they arrived in Fell's Church. The town itself didn't seem all that remarkable, Natasha didn't see anything that particularly stood out.
Dalton stopped the car outside the address Veronique had given them. A nice looking house in a residential area with a 'Sold' sign stuck in the front yard. Dalton looked around. "Am I missing something here?"
"I think we're both missing something," Natasha snorted. She got out the car, running a hand down the front of her black sleeveless dress, smoothing out the creases and running her fingers through her coppery red hair before she rang the doorbell.
"You two took your time!" Veronique snapped impatiently on answering the door. They followed her into the house to a living room.
"We can't just decide to leave one place and *appear* in another. We're not that powerful. *Nobody* is that powerful," Natasha snorted, sitting on a blue and white stripped sofa. "What's all this about?"
Natasha listened as Veronique outlined her plan. She and Dalton exchanged glances. She couldn't help a small smile. For the first time it looked like Veronique was actually thinking *seriously* about her plan before she jumped in the deep end.
"So we've got to give this girl something other than vampires?" Dalton asked, shaking his head. "How the hell are we going to do *that?*"
"If you'd just *listen* then I will get to that!" Veronique snapped.
Natasha had to admit, Veronique had her curiosity sparked. As far as she knew there weren't that many supernatural species out there apart from vampires, witches and werewolves. So what did Veronique have in mind? Fairies? Elves? Trolls?
"Okay, we need to find some creature not of the norm - why are *we* here in the meantime?"
"You two are my distraction techniques while I go find my creature."
Dalton looked over at Natasha, who just shrugged.
"We're taking her to a club this evening - Fire and Thorns. Keep her there until I tell you otherwise."
Natasha nodded. It looked like staying in Fell's Church wasn't going to be boring after all.
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Part 5
Natasha didn't understand what all the fuss was about. The call had come from Veronique to join her in some town in America calling itself Fell's Church. It had been obvious for a while now her maker was up to something. Veronique was often big on the whole mystery thing. She liked to keep people guessing till the last minute.
Dalton often complained that it was just annoying, why couldn't Veronique ever just get to the *point*? The three of them had been together for at least four hundred years or so. Veronique had made Natasha, and wanting someone to test her powers on, Natasha had gone after the first attractive boy she had seen, who happened to be Dalton.
Veronique had never come across as the most intelligent person in the world. Her mind and moods changed constantly, she never really seemed to think things through. About two months ago she had disappeared from the apartment she, Natasha and Dalton had been sharing in London. Neither of the, had been concerned, Veronique did this sort of thing all the time.
Then at the beginning of the week Veronique had called to say she was back in America again.
"Did she say anything at all?" Dalton asked.
The flight to the U.S.A. had been terrible, there had been bad weather and turbulence most of the way there. Natasha hadn't fed in two days, which wasn't helping, the pull of blood lust was becoming stronger by the minute.
She and Dalton had rented a car and were on their way to meet Veronique in her new town.
"Nope. Just to come find her in Fell's Church." She looked out the window, wrapping a strand of long coppery red hair around her finger. She winced at the bright sunlight.
"Why Fell's Church?" Dalton stopped the car at a red light.
"I have no idea, okay?" Natasha snapped. "Stop asking pointless questions and just drive."
Dalton glanced over at her, blue eyes twinkling with amusement. "Whatever."
He pulled over at a roadside diner; Natasha's vision was going blurry. All she could see were clouds of red. Dalton guided her round to the back of the place, bringing with him a lost tourist asking for directions. Natasha pounced, revelling in the blood that gushed into her.
Dalton pulled her away before she could actually kill the tourist. Natasha glared at him. "Why'd you do that?" she demanded.
Dalton looked evenly back at her. "Because, idiot, killing in an unknown territory might be a bad idea until we know a little more about why we're here."
Natasha laughed harshly. "Mr. Cautious."
"Fuck you." Dalton turned back to the tourist, who was staring blankly into Dalton's blue eyes before walking away. "He won't remember any of this." He pushed a few wayward strands of platinum blond hair off his forehead. "Let's get out of here."
Natasha felt better as they continued the drive. She'd have been in a much more cheerful mood if she could have killed the tourist, but as much as she hated to admit it, Dalton was probably right. Since when did he care about whether or not she killed, anyway? He'd never cared before. He loved to let people know he had been there. It was something short of a miracle he hadn't been caught yet.
It wasn't long before they arrived in Fell's Church. The town itself didn't seem all that remarkable, Natasha didn't see anything that particularly stood out.
Dalton stopped the car outside the address Veronique had given them. A nice looking house in a residential area with a 'Sold' sign stuck in the front yard. Dalton looked around. "Am I missing something here?"
"I think we're both missing something," Natasha snorted. She got out the car, running a hand down the front of her black sleeveless dress, smoothing out the creases and running her fingers through her coppery red hair before she rang the doorbell.
"You two took your time!" Veronique snapped impatiently on answering the door. They followed her into the house to a living room.
"We can't just decide to leave one place and *appear* in another. We're not that powerful. *Nobody* is that powerful," Natasha snorted, sitting on a blue and white stripped sofa. "What's all this about?"
Natasha listened as Veronique outlined her plan. She and Dalton exchanged glances. She couldn't help a small smile. For the first time it looked like Veronique was actually thinking *seriously* about her plan before she jumped in the deep end.
"So we've got to give this girl something other than vampires?" Dalton asked, shaking his head. "How the hell are we going to do *that?*"
"If you'd just *listen* then I will get to that!" Veronique snapped.
Natasha had to admit, Veronique had her curiosity sparked. As far as she knew there weren't that many supernatural species out there apart from vampires, witches and werewolves. So what did Veronique have in mind? Fairies? Elves? Trolls?
"Okay, we need to find some creature not of the norm - why are *we* here in the meantime?"
"You two are my distraction techniques while I go find my creature."
Dalton looked over at Natasha, who just shrugged.
"We're taking her to a club this evening - Fire and Thorns. Keep her there until I tell you otherwise."
Natasha nodded. It looked like staying in Fell's Church wasn't going to be boring after all.
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