Um…I liked this idea so I'm putting it back on. I know most of you want an Entwined Destinies update, but my computer crashed and I lost the data on my computer, which includes THIRTEEN pages of a new chapter. You see that?? I had thirteen fuckin pages for an update, and I lost the data. Blame Spyware, darlings.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one.
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He slipped behind the door and closed it gently behind him. It was pitch-black, and he feared he would trip over something and wake the occupant up. Quietly reaching in his pocket he withdrew a flashlight. With a small click light flooded the room, and he jerked the beam around swiftly before clicking it off and depositing it back in his pocket. Sweat beaded his forehead and armpits, and he thought he could smell the thick stench of fear.
The cat…where was the cat? By the sofa, he thought. He waved his foot in front of him, breathing a little easier when the tip of his toe nudged something warm and furry. There was a shrill meow and the jingle of a bell – presumably the bell hooked onto its collar – as the disgruntled cat trotted off proved him right. He stifled a sneeze. Damn cat hair, he thought darkly. Never knew why Master liked cats so much. Filthy little creatures.
He continued to feel his way along the wall until his hand found a doorknob. With a satisfied grunt he gently shoved it open.
Immediately he figured he had the wrong room. The smell of testosterone and dirty gym shirts was too strong for the room to belong to who he was looking for. He grimaced against another sneeze and looked down, horrified to see cats jingling all over the room.
What the hell is WRONG with these people? his mind screamed as he kicked a cat out of the way. When he reached the side of the bed he peered at the blanket-tangled person sleeping on the bed. What did his master say his "soul-mate" looked like? Brown hair, greenish eyes, strong, tall, full lips, loved cats, loved dogs…
Confused, he halted. He was sure Master said that the love of his life was a girl, but…the person here was a guy. He matched the description, but it couldn't be…Unless he was a hermaphrodite or something – which, he dearly hoped, was not the case – this was a definite, undeniable male. He scratched his head, shrugged, and placed the letter on the bedside table.
When he exited the room, he remembered his Master's other orders. "Look around, get a good glance at the apartment, because you'll be in there a lot…" He sighed, but obeyed the orders. He opened a door right next to the one he was in and slipped inside.
His mouth dropped open in dismay. It was another bedroom, also crawling with those despicable jingling creatures. This one, however, was considerably more feminine. It smelled of jasmine and dirty gym shorts. A bra was flung over a chair – he tucked it in his shirt as a token for his Master, who was sure to like it – and a desk next to the bed was littered with papers. Sprawled on the bed was what was definitely a woman. He tiptoed toward her, heart pounding. The fact he may have given the wrong person the letter produced too much adrenaline than necessary.
He stepped on a cat.
The cat shrieked and slashed at his ankle with its claws. It wrapped itself around his leg and sank its tiny sharp fangs in his flesh. He screamed and banged his leg against the bed, his intent to shake the cat off. He succeeded, but the damage was done. The female bolted up, saw him and shrieked. He fled the room.
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"My name? Keladry Mindelan. You got that? Keladry Mindelan!"
"I've got that, lady. Now, what's the emergency, Miss Mindelan?"
"Miss? How do you know I wasn't married, huh? You don't need to say something like th – "
"Lady, why the hell are you calling the police?"
"What? Oh, yeah, I was robbed. Well, I think I was. Someone came in my room."
"Robbed?"
"Yes, robbed."
"I'll send someone over there right away. What's your address?"
"Er…I live on 142 Chapel Boulevard, in the new apartment complex, Room 720, fifth floor."
"Thank you. Some officers will be over there right away."
"Whatever."
Click.
Keladry Mindelan tapped the table with her fingernails. She glanced over at Jump, the lean Great Dane stretched out on her bed. Stupid mutt, he had not even woken up.
Neal probably hasn't either, she thought dryly. When her roommate went to sleep, the dumb ass stayed asleep. Oh well, might as well get dressed.
She reached for her bra. Her hand froze in midair.
"You pervert," she whispered. "YOU STOLE MY BRA!"
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I've decided to take a break from Entwined Destinies. I'm kind of discouraged with the whole computer-crash dilemma. ::sigh:: Oh well. Enjoy.