Author Notes: I apologize for incorrectly spelling Jager from "In the
Forests of the Night." That won't happen again, hopefully. Her names
Miranda but why Theo calls her Deliria is coming up in near chapters. Sorry
for the bit of confusion.
I wanted to thank DeathGuardian09 for reminding me of certain details. As well as Karrimelle so I can straighten out my mistakes.
Reveiws Are Greatly Appreciated
Disclaimer: I do not own "In the Forest of the Night" or any characters in it
MPOV
I was blissfully dreaming about all those things the myth of Santa Claus was supposed to inspire. I admit I didn't truthfully know what a sugarplum was but if it was a doughy pastry with plenty of plum filling and icing it was there. Dancing blissfully until the gumdrop wanted in on some of the action. I don't know why my stomach was suddenly inspired to make buttery rolls bounce down the stairs, or cinnamon buns stick to the ceiling but if it were heaven I wish I could have stayed there for eternity. (Dance sugarplum, dance.)
When finally bliss was broken by reality and I unwillingly passed through the barrier all I heard was Caryn piping about some ridiculous thing, me. I'll admit it was nice for someone other than my internal instinct for survival to be concerned about my welfare but being noticed made me want to flee.
I cautiously tried to shift but managed to sink halfway through the couch cushions and stop. My powers were drained from so much use and my patience grew thin with being stuck in tacky polyester. I used some of it to get back up but the room was silent.
The Triste witch I had barely managed to meet had hushed Caryn in my waking up.
I poked my head over the couch and nodded. Touching my back lightly I found the wounds had disappeared.
"Morning Miranda," said Alexander.
I moved my arm testing the socket to my satisfaction and smiled.
Getting up off the couch, Caryn snickered. I was still wearing the gown. So I did what I usually did with most clothes I partly ruined.
I tore off most of the dress besides the thick slip underneath. It was actually a white dress that worked quite well as a slip. I tossed the frothy mess in a trashcan, took off the chandelier earrings and set them on the table. I reached for the pink ice diamond and decided to leave the necklace there. The heels I had lost last night were gone no getting those back as I remembered tossing them at Theo quite violently.
With the thought of Theo I staggered backward over her coffee table. Thank the gods it was wood this time and clumsily fell off the back. Alexander got to me and pulled me up.
"If I were you Miranda I would try and avoid end tables from now on," he snickered while Caryn stifled full on laughter.
"If I were you I'd stay away from me," I growled narrowing my eyes to demon slits in hopes he'd get the message.
This would probably be a good time to mention that I wasn't in the best of moods. Salvatore, my mentor, is a question I needed time to think about as to Theo he should have known better and checked my corpse. If I heard him call me by my middle name, Deliria, one more time, I think I will get nauseous, hopefully while he's near by.
Alexander raised one eyebrow at that, "Is that a threat?"
"No," I answered casually, "just good advice."
He smirked, and reminded me of the statue Adonis or a Calvin Klein underwear model. Either way Alexander was pleasing to the eye. And Calvin Klein underwear model Alex was pleasing to my thoughts.
I flinched with the last idea, the mere fact it had even come into my mind was bad, wrong, and left me to wonder where the hell did that come from. I opened the door not to far from where he had been helping me to my feet and turned to walk out.
"Here," he said his keys around his fingers made a jingling sound, "I'll give you a ride."
I nodded, although fleeing would be tons easier with my own car I guess the next available thing would do.
"Caryn," he called, "I'll be back later I really want to try some of those chocolate chip pancakes."
At that my stomach lurched and made me dizzy, but this could not be helped but had to be ignored. It seemed my abdomen hadn't gotten the memo that my mentor may try and come after me as well as his sidekick leech. It rather liked living in the dream world of tasty dinner rolls and gooey cinnamon buns. (I couldn't blame it)
I slid into the leather seats rather surprised at the silver BMW convertible as he slid the top down and with the slickness of a college frat boy revved the engine. Charging the road with the battle like screech of his tires as they burned rubber on the pavement.
As I was looking down at my bare feet he seemed to read my thoughts and said, "Look in the back Miranda, there's probably something there."
Trusting that Alexander had moral fiber and principles I bent between the two seats to look in the back of the car. There they were, ribbon lace up heels the color of ivory, along with a crumpled dress and some personal items.
I sat down and slipped them on lacing them up to my calves and said, "Your girlfriend has good taste do you think she'll mind me borrowing them."
"Who said they're my girlfriends," he said looking o-so-amused.
I was half enticed to throw the damned things out the window, but realizing I would be out another pair of shoes resisted my urge to see them eaten by Alexander's tire tracks. I laced the other one up my calf and feigned a face of indifference.
"So where am I going?" he asked.
"Stop," I said pushing my heeled toe into his foot. The breaks screeched as we did a three sixty and I turned the wheel out of his hands into a parking spot. He looked at me incredulously and put his hand over his heart.
I pulled the keys out of the ignition and swung the ring on my finger.
"Sustenance," I purred and got out of the car and went into the coffee shop.
I don't know what had gotten into me, my stomach had finally taken a will of it's own as well as the urge to teach frat boy Alexander a new trick was some mischief I couldn't help but cause.
I was inside ordering cinnamon buns and coffee when silence came over me seeing Alexander in his sunglasses and easy chair position with a cell phone in one hand. I dreaded not telling him my situation but for now that could not be helped as he approached the coffee shop, cell phone in hand.
"It's your boyfriend," he said offering me the phone.
I took the phone in easy fingers but said nothing. I was silent as the smooth voice settled down over the receiver.
"Hello Del, how are you feeling?" he asked smoothly.
"Theo," I growled.
"Salvatore's concerned about his pupil gallivanting through the local bashes so I made a few phone calls, found Caryn and she said you were with Alex."
"He knows about you, doesn't he," I drew a hand down my cheek.
"Del, all you saw were contacts," he purred.
"Sick bastard, he does know about you doesn't he. You've been using his magic to hide what you really are and he let you."
"Clever Deliria, so now your goings to run and tell are you? Not a wise choice," cooed Theo.
I was silent. There were no words for the contemptible beast Theo was.
He replied with the same silence and suddenly a revolting crack came over the static. The scream that erupted over the line was a complete shock, piercing my eardrum as if someone had fired a gun next to my ear.
The phone dropped from my fingertips in shock while goose bumps broke out over my skin.
People turned their heads as I snatched up the phone in my shaking hands for what I knew was my entire fault.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are Deliria, for now the hunter becomes the hunted," he chuckled at me and hung up.
I wanted to thank DeathGuardian09 for reminding me of certain details. As well as Karrimelle so I can straighten out my mistakes.
Reveiws Are Greatly Appreciated
Disclaimer: I do not own "In the Forest of the Night" or any characters in it
MPOV
I was blissfully dreaming about all those things the myth of Santa Claus was supposed to inspire. I admit I didn't truthfully know what a sugarplum was but if it was a doughy pastry with plenty of plum filling and icing it was there. Dancing blissfully until the gumdrop wanted in on some of the action. I don't know why my stomach was suddenly inspired to make buttery rolls bounce down the stairs, or cinnamon buns stick to the ceiling but if it were heaven I wish I could have stayed there for eternity. (Dance sugarplum, dance.)
When finally bliss was broken by reality and I unwillingly passed through the barrier all I heard was Caryn piping about some ridiculous thing, me. I'll admit it was nice for someone other than my internal instinct for survival to be concerned about my welfare but being noticed made me want to flee.
I cautiously tried to shift but managed to sink halfway through the couch cushions and stop. My powers were drained from so much use and my patience grew thin with being stuck in tacky polyester. I used some of it to get back up but the room was silent.
The Triste witch I had barely managed to meet had hushed Caryn in my waking up.
I poked my head over the couch and nodded. Touching my back lightly I found the wounds had disappeared.
"Morning Miranda," said Alexander.
I moved my arm testing the socket to my satisfaction and smiled.
Getting up off the couch, Caryn snickered. I was still wearing the gown. So I did what I usually did with most clothes I partly ruined.
I tore off most of the dress besides the thick slip underneath. It was actually a white dress that worked quite well as a slip. I tossed the frothy mess in a trashcan, took off the chandelier earrings and set them on the table. I reached for the pink ice diamond and decided to leave the necklace there. The heels I had lost last night were gone no getting those back as I remembered tossing them at Theo quite violently.
With the thought of Theo I staggered backward over her coffee table. Thank the gods it was wood this time and clumsily fell off the back. Alexander got to me and pulled me up.
"If I were you Miranda I would try and avoid end tables from now on," he snickered while Caryn stifled full on laughter.
"If I were you I'd stay away from me," I growled narrowing my eyes to demon slits in hopes he'd get the message.
This would probably be a good time to mention that I wasn't in the best of moods. Salvatore, my mentor, is a question I needed time to think about as to Theo he should have known better and checked my corpse. If I heard him call me by my middle name, Deliria, one more time, I think I will get nauseous, hopefully while he's near by.
Alexander raised one eyebrow at that, "Is that a threat?"
"No," I answered casually, "just good advice."
He smirked, and reminded me of the statue Adonis or a Calvin Klein underwear model. Either way Alexander was pleasing to the eye. And Calvin Klein underwear model Alex was pleasing to my thoughts.
I flinched with the last idea, the mere fact it had even come into my mind was bad, wrong, and left me to wonder where the hell did that come from. I opened the door not to far from where he had been helping me to my feet and turned to walk out.
"Here," he said his keys around his fingers made a jingling sound, "I'll give you a ride."
I nodded, although fleeing would be tons easier with my own car I guess the next available thing would do.
"Caryn," he called, "I'll be back later I really want to try some of those chocolate chip pancakes."
At that my stomach lurched and made me dizzy, but this could not be helped but had to be ignored. It seemed my abdomen hadn't gotten the memo that my mentor may try and come after me as well as his sidekick leech. It rather liked living in the dream world of tasty dinner rolls and gooey cinnamon buns. (I couldn't blame it)
I slid into the leather seats rather surprised at the silver BMW convertible as he slid the top down and with the slickness of a college frat boy revved the engine. Charging the road with the battle like screech of his tires as they burned rubber on the pavement.
As I was looking down at my bare feet he seemed to read my thoughts and said, "Look in the back Miranda, there's probably something there."
Trusting that Alexander had moral fiber and principles I bent between the two seats to look in the back of the car. There they were, ribbon lace up heels the color of ivory, along with a crumpled dress and some personal items.
I sat down and slipped them on lacing them up to my calves and said, "Your girlfriend has good taste do you think she'll mind me borrowing them."
"Who said they're my girlfriends," he said looking o-so-amused.
I was half enticed to throw the damned things out the window, but realizing I would be out another pair of shoes resisted my urge to see them eaten by Alexander's tire tracks. I laced the other one up my calf and feigned a face of indifference.
"So where am I going?" he asked.
"Stop," I said pushing my heeled toe into his foot. The breaks screeched as we did a three sixty and I turned the wheel out of his hands into a parking spot. He looked at me incredulously and put his hand over his heart.
I pulled the keys out of the ignition and swung the ring on my finger.
"Sustenance," I purred and got out of the car and went into the coffee shop.
I don't know what had gotten into me, my stomach had finally taken a will of it's own as well as the urge to teach frat boy Alexander a new trick was some mischief I couldn't help but cause.
I was inside ordering cinnamon buns and coffee when silence came over me seeing Alexander in his sunglasses and easy chair position with a cell phone in one hand. I dreaded not telling him my situation but for now that could not be helped as he approached the coffee shop, cell phone in hand.
"It's your boyfriend," he said offering me the phone.
I took the phone in easy fingers but said nothing. I was silent as the smooth voice settled down over the receiver.
"Hello Del, how are you feeling?" he asked smoothly.
"Theo," I growled.
"Salvatore's concerned about his pupil gallivanting through the local bashes so I made a few phone calls, found Caryn and she said you were with Alex."
"He knows about you, doesn't he," I drew a hand down my cheek.
"Del, all you saw were contacts," he purred.
"Sick bastard, he does know about you doesn't he. You've been using his magic to hide what you really are and he let you."
"Clever Deliria, so now your goings to run and tell are you? Not a wise choice," cooed Theo.
I was silent. There were no words for the contemptible beast Theo was.
He replied with the same silence and suddenly a revolting crack came over the static. The scream that erupted over the line was a complete shock, piercing my eardrum as if someone had fired a gun next to my ear.
The phone dropped from my fingertips in shock while goose bumps broke out over my skin.
People turned their heads as I snatched up the phone in my shaking hands for what I knew was my entire fault.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are Deliria, for now the hunter becomes the hunted," he chuckled at me and hung up.