Part 24
"I'm bored," Helenia complained. She sat on a couch in her living room, after watching her workers bringing in the intruders. Most attention was focused on the drama between Edan and Cisara. Her mind was wandering. Edan hadn't even acknowledged her presence yet. Neither had anyone else for that matter.
"So go find something to do," Cisara snapped, without removing her eyes from Edan. "You've got a vampire and another witch here - do something with *them*."
At that moment a blast of witch-fire struck Helenia in the stomach. She cried out in a startled mixture of pain and confusion, and the room descended into chaos.
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Unfortunately, Helenia's goons were better trained than Andreas had anticipated. He grunted angrily as a foot snapped in his face, sending him flying backwards into a Chinese vase. The problem with the figures all in black was there was no way to tell *what* species they were. His senses were focused on staying alive rather than wasting time identifying who was behind the masks.
//Great plan// he snapped telepathically to Amber, in her own witch-fire vs. witch-fire battle with Sharon. //What the hell were you thinking?//
Amber didn't answer, didn't even glance in Andreas's direction. He didn't have time to get mad at her as another black clad figure was coming his way.
* * *
Not again. This awful paralysis was holding Sarah prisoner, unable to help in the action-movie battle taking place before her very eyes. Weird glowy lights were coming from the hands of Amber and Sharon, attacking each other mid-air, neither seemed to be on the verge of winning. Andreas was taking on most of the black clad figures with some fancy martial arts stuff.
The girl in the pink dress was leading Edan out the room. The crazy vampire lady who'd attacked her in the first place was lying on the couch, clutching her stomach and groaning.
~Help me~ she thought, tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks at her own patheticness more than anything else.
"Sarah!"
She could hear Edan calling to her as he was being lead away. //I love you. I'm sorry.//
Love me? You don't even know me// Sarah thought.
//Whatever. You're still my soulmate.// It was Edan's voice again.
Sarah recalled the night before, when they had discovered the soulmate connection, recalling it allowed them directly to link to each other's minds and read the other person's thoughts as clearly as if they were your own. Edan had freaked and disappeared for the better part of two days, and she...Sarah winced, remembering she had slept with that Arcturus moron. She vaguely wondered why he wasn't here and didn't have something to do with this. Then this paralysis had taken her and brought her here...and now this.
It was hard to believe all this had happened in just a day. No...her mind was wandering. There was a point here...something that could help her...something...what had brought her down this road of thought?
Soulmate! Yes, the soulmate thing she had discovered with Edan. As she spoke to Edan through like that, through the weird thought-reading thing, looking down at her hands, to her amazement, she found she could actually *move* her fingers, just a little.
It was an incredible strain and painful in a way she couldn't begin to describe. But Sarah didn't care. She could *move*.
//Edan, where are you? Talk to me! Where's she taking you?// She didn't know *how* to work the mind reading thing, and truth be told wasn't really confident enough to really want to see into a vampire's mind, soulmate or not, just yet. But she could work the mind-talking. And as she tried to call to him, the more her hand lifted.
The more she focused on that soulmate link, on getting to Edan, she found she could move more and more. Edan, however, was not answering her calls. ~Come on you stupid soulmate thing~ she thought angrily. However - whatever - mystical power it was that connected her to Edan would free her so she could save him.
All the while she was thinking, she concentrated on moving. Slowly and excruciatingly, but soon she was on her feet. Looking around the room she saw most of the black clad figures were down. Sharon looked briefly her way. "Hey! That's impossible! You shouldn't be - "
Her momentary lapse of concentration allowed a blast of Amber's magic to hit her directly in the face, knocking her out. The last of the goons were down, the ones that weren't had fled.
"Are you okay?" Andreas asked, hurrying to Sarah's side.
Sarah nodded. "I think so." Her muscles were tingling, but now Sharon was out cold, she could move freely. "How come Arcturus isn't enjoying this?" she asked dryly.
"Because he's dead," Amber answered. "A vampire hunter got him."
Sarah felt nothing. Only guilt at being stupid enough to sleep with him. Anyway, she couldn't think about that now. "Do you really kill a vampire with a stake?" she asked then, nodding at Helenia still moaning and groaning. What the hell was she *doing*? Why wasn't she getting up and fighting them? Most of this was all her damn fault!
Amber nodded, handing Sarah a stake from inside the sleeve of her jacket. Sarah took it, smirked, and thrust it into Helenia's arched back, directly into her heart.
Helenia's face contorted in pain. Her skin began to wither and stretch over her bones. Before long she had collapsed into an ugly, unfashionable dead mummified heap.
Sarah spat on the corpse. "Crazy bitch," she muttered. Then she turned to Amber and Andreas. "He may be a pain in the ass, but I want my soulmate back."
* * *
"I'm bored," Helenia complained. She sat on a couch in her living room, after watching her workers bringing in the intruders. Most attention was focused on the drama between Edan and Cisara. Her mind was wandering. Edan hadn't even acknowledged her presence yet. Neither had anyone else for that matter.
"So go find something to do," Cisara snapped, without removing her eyes from Edan. "You've got a vampire and another witch here - do something with *them*."
At that moment a blast of witch-fire struck Helenia in the stomach. She cried out in a startled mixture of pain and confusion, and the room descended into chaos.
* * *
Unfortunately, Helenia's goons were better trained than Andreas had anticipated. He grunted angrily as a foot snapped in his face, sending him flying backwards into a Chinese vase. The problem with the figures all in black was there was no way to tell *what* species they were. His senses were focused on staying alive rather than wasting time identifying who was behind the masks.
//Great plan// he snapped telepathically to Amber, in her own witch-fire vs. witch-fire battle with Sharon. //What the hell were you thinking?//
Amber didn't answer, didn't even glance in Andreas's direction. He didn't have time to get mad at her as another black clad figure was coming his way.
* * *
Not again. This awful paralysis was holding Sarah prisoner, unable to help in the action-movie battle taking place before her very eyes. Weird glowy lights were coming from the hands of Amber and Sharon, attacking each other mid-air, neither seemed to be on the verge of winning. Andreas was taking on most of the black clad figures with some fancy martial arts stuff.
The girl in the pink dress was leading Edan out the room. The crazy vampire lady who'd attacked her in the first place was lying on the couch, clutching her stomach and groaning.
~Help me~ she thought, tears of frustration streaming down her cheeks at her own patheticness more than anything else.
"Sarah!"
She could hear Edan calling to her as he was being lead away. //I love you. I'm sorry.//
Love me? You don't even know me// Sarah thought.
//Whatever. You're still my soulmate.// It was Edan's voice again.
Sarah recalled the night before, when they had discovered the soulmate connection, recalling it allowed them directly to link to each other's minds and read the other person's thoughts as clearly as if they were your own. Edan had freaked and disappeared for the better part of two days, and she...Sarah winced, remembering she had slept with that Arcturus moron. She vaguely wondered why he wasn't here and didn't have something to do with this. Then this paralysis had taken her and brought her here...and now this.
It was hard to believe all this had happened in just a day. No...her mind was wandering. There was a point here...something that could help her...something...what had brought her down this road of thought?
Soulmate! Yes, the soulmate thing she had discovered with Edan. As she spoke to Edan through like that, through the weird thought-reading thing, looking down at her hands, to her amazement, she found she could actually *move* her fingers, just a little.
It was an incredible strain and painful in a way she couldn't begin to describe. But Sarah didn't care. She could *move*.
//Edan, where are you? Talk to me! Where's she taking you?// She didn't know *how* to work the mind reading thing, and truth be told wasn't really confident enough to really want to see into a vampire's mind, soulmate or not, just yet. But she could work the mind-talking. And as she tried to call to him, the more her hand lifted.
The more she focused on that soulmate link, on getting to Edan, she found she could move more and more. Edan, however, was not answering her calls. ~Come on you stupid soulmate thing~ she thought angrily. However - whatever - mystical power it was that connected her to Edan would free her so she could save him.
All the while she was thinking, she concentrated on moving. Slowly and excruciatingly, but soon she was on her feet. Looking around the room she saw most of the black clad figures were down. Sharon looked briefly her way. "Hey! That's impossible! You shouldn't be - "
Her momentary lapse of concentration allowed a blast of Amber's magic to hit her directly in the face, knocking her out. The last of the goons were down, the ones that weren't had fled.
"Are you okay?" Andreas asked, hurrying to Sarah's side.
Sarah nodded. "I think so." Her muscles were tingling, but now Sharon was out cold, she could move freely. "How come Arcturus isn't enjoying this?" she asked dryly.
"Because he's dead," Amber answered. "A vampire hunter got him."
Sarah felt nothing. Only guilt at being stupid enough to sleep with him. Anyway, she couldn't think about that now. "Do you really kill a vampire with a stake?" she asked then, nodding at Helenia still moaning and groaning. What the hell was she *doing*? Why wasn't she getting up and fighting them? Most of this was all her damn fault!
Amber nodded, handing Sarah a stake from inside the sleeve of her jacket. Sarah took it, smirked, and thrust it into Helenia's arched back, directly into her heart.
Helenia's face contorted in pain. Her skin began to wither and stretch over her bones. Before long she had collapsed into an ugly, unfashionable dead mummified heap.
Sarah spat on the corpse. "Crazy bitch," she muttered. Then she turned to Amber and Andreas. "He may be a pain in the ass, but I want my soulmate back."
* * *