Hello again! This is Reilyn and everything else you're used to except for the type of story. It's not anime! No, I haven't gone crazy, I just decided to write a fanfiction over my second greatest passion; Daughters of the Moon. Well, I hope you enjoy this. I'm trying really hard to make this as good as the actual books would be!

Daughters of the Moon: The Other

(takes place after Book 7)

Steel blue eyes peered around the corner. The icy gaze watched the Daughters of the Moon battling the touch new Follower, Yvonne. All five of the goddesses were strained against Yvonne's new power, though Jimena showed no fear. Tianna seemed to actually be enjoying thier fight. This caused Yvonne to throw wave after wave of mental power at them. Vanessa was crumbling under, but Catty refused to let her fall. Vanessa's determination allowed her to throw another mind-shattering implosion. Serena's pupils dialted powerfully. She never backed down.

Yvonne's blonde hair fluttered in the wind. An insolent smirk claimed her lips. The smile made the hidden girl's stomach turn. She pulled back behind the building. Her chest was burning with anger. Her heart was beating against her ribs. She could feel anxiety, apprehension. She hated it. Damn Yvonne!

"Nicole?" The girl gasped and turned. She stood face to face with Tymmie. His eyes were full of curiousity. He studied her, dressed in a silky black tanktop and tight jean capris. A silver-studded belt hung low on her waistline. Her auburn hair was in a high ponytail. She tilted her head to the side. "How did you find me?" she asked. He smiled.

Tymmie pointed to a liquor store catty-cornered to the right, two streets away. "The Dungeon's right over there." he said. She stared toward the store. It was were the Follower's stole electricity from to power thier squat. "You saw me from that far away?" she asked. There was no way he could have. Had he been watching her? "Well... with this hair, who couldn't?" He gave a gentle tug to her locks, causing the tie to slip down. He laughed at her glare. "At least I have hair! You look like shit." Tymmie smirked. He used to have white-blonde hair with black roots. Now it had been shaved, and "Atrox" was tattooed to his head. It had been done some time after Stanton had left. Nicole liked how he was before, and never skipped a chance to say so.

Tymmie nodded his head, indicating behind her. "Yvonne's power was what attracted my attention. I just happened to run into you, though I'm glad I did." he grinned. She glanced toward the Dungeon. If Tymmie could sense the battle, why did no other Followers come to Yvonne's aid? With her new power, Yvonne could, may just be able to destroy the Daughers. Surely others would want a piece of the glory. Unless no one knew about Yvonne's new power!

"You want to help her?" Of course not. Nicole looked back. What she was was Yvonne struggling against the goddesses. It seemed that the Daughters had gained the upper hand. New worry filled Nicole. She couldn't let the Daughters of the Moon destroy Yvonne, nor could she let Yvonne harm the Daughters.

"Tymmie," Nicole's voice was stern. "Create a distraction. Stop thier fight." Tymmie's brow raised. "What?" Confusion was written on his face. This was what the Followers wanted. Though Nicole's gray-blue eyes demanded his obediance. "Do you want Yvonne to gain a higher status than us?" Still, Tymmie hesitated. Yvonne was already stronger than him. She knew his thoughts, without even reading his mind. "What about me?" Tymmie grinned. "You mean Stanton?" he teased. Nicole's fists clenched. "No! Me. What do you think would happen if Yvonne gained a higher place than I?" Tymmie nodded, the lopsided grin still on his face.

He concentrated on the battlefield. His eyes squinted. Between the Daughters and Yvonne, a large explosion shattered the air. Electric currents stabbed into the atmosphere causing even the brush of clothing onto skin to sting. Tianna gasped. Catty jumped then whailed. "What was that!" cried Vanessa. Jimena winced as did Serana. During thier bewilderment, Yvonne had the oppurtunity to flee as a black vapor. Thier confrontation was over.

Nicole smiled. She took Tymmie's hand and draped his arm across her shoulders. "Let's go party."

They strolled toward the Dungeon. Upon arriving at the large door, Nicole smirked and kicked it open. It creaked with protest before clanging into the wall. Many of the punkers inside were Followers, all who had learned to awknowledge Nicole's presence. She strutted inside, daring all to oppose her. Nobody would. Though if they knew she was weakened, would they? She doubted that any of the Followers would try to enter her mind. Not after before, when she made a believer out of Karyl. Nicole spotted him in a corner. A bandage was wrapped around his head. She laughed. As if a band-aid would work on the injury she inflicted. Kelly and Murray crowded into the corner with him. All three of them, plus Tymmie, had been apprenticed to Stanton. Stanton was wise, teaching them to be discreet about thier looks as to not dig up trouble with authorities. Though, after Stanton left, they had moved to a different group of Followers. The kind who flaunted thier allegiance to the Atrox, using guns and knives.

Nicole ran a hand over the black-painted wall as she headed toward them. The walls were dark to recreate the time of night. Strobe lights painted her blue then lime green. She reached the corner. A coy smile played across her lips. "Hey, Karyl."

Karyl jumped at her voice. He immediantly looked away. Kelly nodded her a greeting. Even after becoming a Follower, she still had an unressistable beach-girl look. It was her California style that lured guys to her, so she could cross them over at her leisure. Murray propped against the wall. His hair was pulled back in a ducktail. He had crossed over in the fifties. Because he kept the look, he played in a few movies. He was two inches taller than Nicole, and stared down at her playfully. Nicole had liked him almost immediantly because of how he stared at her, contrast to the other Followers who's eyes held frank sexual interest. She beamed up at him. "Suave." she said, even though she spoke no Spanish. He nodded with a grin.

"Nice seeing you, Karyl." Nicole laughed and pulled Tymmie to the dance floor. His piercings, two hoops in his nose, three in his lip, gleamed different colors. She held her hands above her head while her hips digged into the sinuous, slow rythm. His hands claimed her hips as she moved to the beat with her. Dangerous she entertwined her arms behind his neck. Her lips lingered close to his, teasing the ache inside him. She had never kissed him though, and never would. She had no desire for a relationship with just any Follower. Her kisses her sacred. Tymmie could ache, just as well as every other guy.

She wondered if she would steal as many hearts at La Brea tommorrow. "You'll be fine. Just odn't let anyone get at you. They're all wimps who know nothing." Tymmie whispered into her hair. Her eyes flashed dangerously in the colored lights. "You know to never go in my mind." Her voice was threatening. "I didn't." He brushed her hair back tenderly. "I go to La Brea." He smiled. "I hear your name mentioned so I read thier mind. Besides that, it's written on your face." Nicole stared away, instantly changing her rythm to the dance beat. Rock and roll flooded her senses, animating her to dance. Though the fire wasn't in her eyes. Tymmie hadn't read her mind. Stanton always said she wore her emotions on her sleeve. Her lips formed a thin line of aggrivation. He brushed his fingers across her cheek. "Loosen up. You'll do fine." Then he grinned. His brow pressed agianst hers. "I'll be there." She nodded. La Brea was in for a big surprise. Nicole was sure of that. She grinned, her wicked eyes lighted indigo to match the natural emptiness of Tymmie's. Lights flickered her eyes blue to gray, then black.

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