Title: Just got Wicked
Author: Christa Weald
Email: vampyrehunteruk@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: Basic Night World
Disclaimer: Night World is the property of LJS and I'm just borrowing it for fun. Unrecognised characters and anything else are mine.
Summary: Two Daybreak agents. One assignment. Two separate soulmate connections that will create turmoil, love and heartache throughout the task..
Warnings: some mild language and an f/f soulmate relationship.
Notes: as always, feedback would be very much appreciated.
Part 1
"I don't know how you do it."
Meegan Hawthorne looked over at her friend Shadow Branch, dropping her off outside her ordinary suburban house. Sometimes Meegan wondered that herself. She shrugged in her usual bland and careless manner. "People would notice if I suddenly disappeared." She made a face of disgust.
Shadow smiled, shaking her head. "You just killed three people. Then tomorrow - you're going to go back to your high school and live your normal stupid cheerleader crap life. I don't know *how* you do it."
"You do the same job," Meegan pointed out, reaching for her denim backpack.
"Yeah, but I don't have to go back to a human family who don't have a clue what I am."
Shadow had a point. She was lucky in that respect. Meegan opened the car door, then cursed under her breath as she noticed a face peering out of an upstairs window. Shadow saw too. "You could always kill her," she suggested, grey eyes twinkling in the light from the moon.
"If only," Meegan snorted. "See ya."
She left Shadow's car, finding her door key. She walked slowly up the stairs, almost expecting a confrontation. But her pain in the ass perfect twin sister Sincerity didn't come out of the room. Meegan breathed a small sigh of relief as she entered her own bedroom. Shadow was so much luckier than she was. She would go back to her apartment where she lived with her boyfriend and two best friends. She didn't have parents and sisters to worry about. She just had herself. Meegan envied that.
According to her parents she was a high school senior, popular, smart, on the cheerleading team, dating the quarter back of the high school football squad, the image of the perfect American daughter with her twin sister by her side.
What parents wanted to know the truth really was their so-called perfect daughter was a werewolf who worked as a professional assassin for a supernatural society that wasn't even supposed to exist but did?
* * *
"What'd you think she *does* sneaking off for half the night?"
Sincerity shook her head, not knowing how to answer her friend Kitty's question. It wasn't the first time she had caught Meegan sneaking in in the middle of night. Before now, she had always let it go, assuming her sister had been with her boyfriend, but last time she had asked him Brian had insisted Meegan was not with him.
"I have no idea," she admitted, pacing around the bed.
Kitty yawned, stretched out in a sleeping bag at the foot of the bed. They had spent the better part of the evening studying for a math test the following morning.
"Then if we don't know what Meegan's up to can you stop pacing and go back to bed?"
Sincerity sighed, nodding in agreement, turning off the light. But she couldn't sleep. She and Meegan had always been inseparable when they were growing up. They had always done everything together. Lately though, Meegan had been drifting. She was different - snappy, cruel and mean. The twins were known for being nice to everyone. The other students at the high school loved them. As far as Sincerity was aware, anyway. They were always helpful and polite. She tutored part time in French and Chemistry. Meegan...had been slipping a lot. She sneered at and teased the less popular students, made crude and nasty remarks and sneaked out doing god-knew-what for half the night. ^I'll find out what you're up to,^ she thought, eyes fluttering shut as sleep finally started overtaking her. ^You can't keep secrets forever.^
* * *
The task Lord Thierry had given Ginger Kellohann was simple information gathering. Word had come of a new group of Night World assassins working out of a rich part of Chicago. She was supposed to infiltrate the local high school they had tracked one of the assassins to and report what she could learn. Unfortunately, as simple as that sounded, for Ginger, trouble had an uncanny habit of following her everywhere she went. Ginger only wanted to help Daybreak, but didn't *quite* seem to have complete control of her witch magic. Things had an uncanny habit of exploding a lot when ginger helped.
"I'm going to die, I just *know* it."
Ginger scowled at Sam Barlow, the werewolf who had been assigned to work with her on the case. Sam was eyeing her dubiously. Like she had the plague or something unpleasant. "What?"
"That would be the whole explosion thing that happens whenever you're around," Sam answered.
"They were accidents, I didn't do it on purpose," Ginger grumbled.
"I'm so dead," Sam sighed, pulling the car into the high school parking lot.
* * *
Author: Christa Weald
Email: vampyrehunteruk@yahoo.co.uk
Spoilers: Basic Night World
Disclaimer: Night World is the property of LJS and I'm just borrowing it for fun. Unrecognised characters and anything else are mine.
Summary: Two Daybreak agents. One assignment. Two separate soulmate connections that will create turmoil, love and heartache throughout the task..
Warnings: some mild language and an f/f soulmate relationship.
Notes: as always, feedback would be very much appreciated.
Part 1
"I don't know how you do it."
Meegan Hawthorne looked over at her friend Shadow Branch, dropping her off outside her ordinary suburban house. Sometimes Meegan wondered that herself. She shrugged in her usual bland and careless manner. "People would notice if I suddenly disappeared." She made a face of disgust.
Shadow smiled, shaking her head. "You just killed three people. Then tomorrow - you're going to go back to your high school and live your normal stupid cheerleader crap life. I don't know *how* you do it."
"You do the same job," Meegan pointed out, reaching for her denim backpack.
"Yeah, but I don't have to go back to a human family who don't have a clue what I am."
Shadow had a point. She was lucky in that respect. Meegan opened the car door, then cursed under her breath as she noticed a face peering out of an upstairs window. Shadow saw too. "You could always kill her," she suggested, grey eyes twinkling in the light from the moon.
"If only," Meegan snorted. "See ya."
She left Shadow's car, finding her door key. She walked slowly up the stairs, almost expecting a confrontation. But her pain in the ass perfect twin sister Sincerity didn't come out of the room. Meegan breathed a small sigh of relief as she entered her own bedroom. Shadow was so much luckier than she was. She would go back to her apartment where she lived with her boyfriend and two best friends. She didn't have parents and sisters to worry about. She just had herself. Meegan envied that.
According to her parents she was a high school senior, popular, smart, on the cheerleading team, dating the quarter back of the high school football squad, the image of the perfect American daughter with her twin sister by her side.
What parents wanted to know the truth really was their so-called perfect daughter was a werewolf who worked as a professional assassin for a supernatural society that wasn't even supposed to exist but did?
* * *
"What'd you think she *does* sneaking off for half the night?"
Sincerity shook her head, not knowing how to answer her friend Kitty's question. It wasn't the first time she had caught Meegan sneaking in in the middle of night. Before now, she had always let it go, assuming her sister had been with her boyfriend, but last time she had asked him Brian had insisted Meegan was not with him.
"I have no idea," she admitted, pacing around the bed.
Kitty yawned, stretched out in a sleeping bag at the foot of the bed. They had spent the better part of the evening studying for a math test the following morning.
"Then if we don't know what Meegan's up to can you stop pacing and go back to bed?"
Sincerity sighed, nodding in agreement, turning off the light. But she couldn't sleep. She and Meegan had always been inseparable when they were growing up. They had always done everything together. Lately though, Meegan had been drifting. She was different - snappy, cruel and mean. The twins were known for being nice to everyone. The other students at the high school loved them. As far as Sincerity was aware, anyway. They were always helpful and polite. She tutored part time in French and Chemistry. Meegan...had been slipping a lot. She sneered at and teased the less popular students, made crude and nasty remarks and sneaked out doing god-knew-what for half the night. ^I'll find out what you're up to,^ she thought, eyes fluttering shut as sleep finally started overtaking her. ^You can't keep secrets forever.^
* * *
The task Lord Thierry had given Ginger Kellohann was simple information gathering. Word had come of a new group of Night World assassins working out of a rich part of Chicago. She was supposed to infiltrate the local high school they had tracked one of the assassins to and report what she could learn. Unfortunately, as simple as that sounded, for Ginger, trouble had an uncanny habit of following her everywhere she went. Ginger only wanted to help Daybreak, but didn't *quite* seem to have complete control of her witch magic. Things had an uncanny habit of exploding a lot when ginger helped.
"I'm going to die, I just *know* it."
Ginger scowled at Sam Barlow, the werewolf who had been assigned to work with her on the case. Sam was eyeing her dubiously. Like she had the plague or something unpleasant. "What?"
"That would be the whole explosion thing that happens whenever you're around," Sam answered.
"They were accidents, I didn't do it on purpose," Ginger grumbled.
"I'm so dead," Sam sighed, pulling the car into the high school parking lot.
* * *