Hi everyone! After over 2 weeks I've finally decided to update.
To my reviewers
Alex472 - Thanks for the compliment. I don't mind A/J either.
Platinumslayer - Thank you as well. I try my hardest to spell things correctly.
Pink-Flower - I'm glad you like it.
Anyway, on with the story!
Sell My Soul
By Bilbette
Chapter 2 The Voices
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters so far. They all belong to Eoin Colfer.
It had been over a week since Holly's little visit and Juliet's mood had barely improved. At least today she was out of the manor. Madame had decided to hold a special dinner party in 2 weeks and needed Juliet to get some of the supplies. Today she was to buy decorations. Madame had given her a detailed list of exactly what she needed to decorate the hall. The whole thing was very spring oriented with tons of pastel colours, flowers, and green. Gorgeous!
It was nearly 3 o'clock. Juliet had already bought half the decorations and was walking back to the Bentley. She was on one of Dublin's side streets, arms laden with bags. She was only a few blocks away from where she'd parked when suddenly she thought she'd heard someone calling her name. She wondered for a moment about what she'd heard and dismissed the thought. Who would be calling for her? But then she heard it again. It was louder this time and clearer. She turned in the direction of the voice. It had come from within a dark alley across the street from her. She knew it was ridiculous to venture into an area like that but her curiosity got the better of her.
She walked across the street to the entrance of the alley and peered down it. It was dark as night with the exception of a small, red neon sign that hung outside the alley's entrance. Fortunately the sign provided enough light for Juliet to make out several wooden crates, a stairwell that Juliet guesses led to the basement of one of the 2 buildings, and various dumpsters. The voice was still calling her. It appeared to be emanating from the bottom of the stairwell. She entered the alley, slowly creeping around the crates and dumpsters. She was definitely freaked out but wasn't about to let anyone know it. She'd reached the top of the stairs. Her mind was filled with questions. " Who or what was calling her?", " Why was it calling her?", " Why didn't she just run to the Bentley?". She didn't know how to answer these questions or to silence them for that matter. Her heart was beating furiously, blood was pounding in her ears, she wanted to scream but her body wouldn't let her. She walked slowly down the stairs more fearful with every step. The voices as well became louder and clearer with each step. Finally she reached the bottom. There was an old, worn door in front of her. "You could just go and forget all about this?" said a voice in her head. She ignored it. Despite how utterly afraid she was she wanted to know what was calling her name. She reached a shaky hand out towards the door and carefully opened it. Once she had a sight she would not soon forget confronted her.
Cliffie! I am so evil right now. I hope you enjoyed that chapter despite the cliffhanger. I will try to update when I get bored of torturing my readers. Personally when I was writing this I freaked myself out. Anyway, bug me to update.
Bilbette
To my reviewers
Alex472 - Thanks for the compliment. I don't mind A/J either.
Platinumslayer - Thank you as well. I try my hardest to spell things correctly.
Pink-Flower - I'm glad you like it.
Anyway, on with the story!
Sell My Soul
By Bilbette
Chapter 2 The Voices
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters so far. They all belong to Eoin Colfer.
It had been over a week since Holly's little visit and Juliet's mood had barely improved. At least today she was out of the manor. Madame had decided to hold a special dinner party in 2 weeks and needed Juliet to get some of the supplies. Today she was to buy decorations. Madame had given her a detailed list of exactly what she needed to decorate the hall. The whole thing was very spring oriented with tons of pastel colours, flowers, and green. Gorgeous!
It was nearly 3 o'clock. Juliet had already bought half the decorations and was walking back to the Bentley. She was on one of Dublin's side streets, arms laden with bags. She was only a few blocks away from where she'd parked when suddenly she thought she'd heard someone calling her name. She wondered for a moment about what she'd heard and dismissed the thought. Who would be calling for her? But then she heard it again. It was louder this time and clearer. She turned in the direction of the voice. It had come from within a dark alley across the street from her. She knew it was ridiculous to venture into an area like that but her curiosity got the better of her.
She walked across the street to the entrance of the alley and peered down it. It was dark as night with the exception of a small, red neon sign that hung outside the alley's entrance. Fortunately the sign provided enough light for Juliet to make out several wooden crates, a stairwell that Juliet guesses led to the basement of one of the 2 buildings, and various dumpsters. The voice was still calling her. It appeared to be emanating from the bottom of the stairwell. She entered the alley, slowly creeping around the crates and dumpsters. She was definitely freaked out but wasn't about to let anyone know it. She'd reached the top of the stairs. Her mind was filled with questions. " Who or what was calling her?", " Why was it calling her?", " Why didn't she just run to the Bentley?". She didn't know how to answer these questions or to silence them for that matter. Her heart was beating furiously, blood was pounding in her ears, she wanted to scream but her body wouldn't let her. She walked slowly down the stairs more fearful with every step. The voices as well became louder and clearer with each step. Finally she reached the bottom. There was an old, worn door in front of her. "You could just go and forget all about this?" said a voice in her head. She ignored it. Despite how utterly afraid she was she wanted to know what was calling her name. She reached a shaky hand out towards the door and carefully opened it. Once she had a sight she would not soon forget confronted her.
Cliffie! I am so evil right now. I hope you enjoyed that chapter despite the cliffhanger. I will try to update when I get bored of torturing my readers. Personally when I was writing this I freaked myself out. Anyway, bug me to update.
Bilbette