Chapter 9: The Army of Waiters

Song: "Are We the Waiting" by Green Day

Okeydokey. So the funky stuff I tried to use to separate POVs in the last chapter didn't work. Icky. Sooooo… I'll just have to use different things.

The POV of Sacha and Gypsy will be just normal writing, other POVs will be underlined. Ok? Ok. Sorry for the long wait. Writer's block is a terrible thing indeed.

Etana ran her fingers through her long purple hair and let out an exasperated sigh. Twelve months without any word from her "trusted" contact. For once Etana hoped that the man had been shot dead, at least that would explain his lack of appearance. She shifted in the large, leather office chair and plopped her feet on top of the antique cherry desk, her clunky, black boots making a thunk sound. She longed for something to happen that would constitute the Rogues getting in on some action. She wanted action, she wanted a fight. Or at least something that was different than just sitting around waiting. It was all they did anymore, was wait, and wait, and wait. It was driving them all insane.

Starry nights city lights coming down over me
Skyscrapers and stargazers in my head
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting unknown
This dirty town was burning down in my dreams
Lost and found city bound in my dreams

In a flash of white Ace was thrown to the hard wooden floor.

"Was that necessary, sugar?"

In another flash of white, his five-foot, female opponent was on her feet standing over him, reaching out a hand to help him up.

"Yes, sugar it was. When Vanora fights, she fights with all that she is. And all she is just happened to kick your ass." She flashed him a smile, her white fangs in stark contrast to her dark brown skin. Ace smiled and took her hand, getting to his feet with a grunt.

"Well, if you're not busy later, maybe all you are could do something else with my ass." He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, running his tongue across his bottom lip. Vanora rolled her eyes. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" she asked placing one hand on his chest, and running her fingers across his jaw.

"I think we'd both enjoy that, sugar." Ace flashed his trademark smile at her, the one that got him many a…sparring partner.

"Vanora's sure of it." She licked her fangs, and then with one shift push to his chest, sent Ace flying across the length of the room and into a wall.

"Point taken!" came Ace's reply.

The twin antique silver swords with the St. John family crest on the helms nobly sat at Pembroke's waist as the man paced in the library, his unusually violet eyes looking for something he hadn't already read. Pembroke St. John had the most erect posture of anyone that Sara had ever seen. For some reason, she enjoyed watching him. She sat in the large library chair, with a copy of Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice and watched the mysterious man. Her gaze drifted back down to her book when a prolonged sigh reached her ears, followed by two thick Transylvanian accents.

"Ugh! Could you be more irritating?" Adair rubbed a fake headache away from his temples as he preceded his twin sister into the library.

"Probably, if I really applied myself." Adalia followed him and took a seat next to Sara, giving her a smile. Sara smiled back and watched Adair lean up against the library wall.

"What we really need is something to do." He complained. "All we ever do is walk these hollowed halls and spar. There's no action, no excitement!"

"You're just an adrenaline junkie." Came a voice from the stacks.

"At least I have adrenaline." Adair pitifully shot back. "Where are you anyway?"

"Where you'd never look," Ian came out from behind a bookshelf, his arms full of fresh reading material. Sara smiled at him when he sat down on the couch, placing his stack of book on the coffee table.

"You've got your work cut out for you." Stated Adalia as she noticed the many titles of the books. "General Engineering, The Marksmanship of Silver Ore, looks like you've got something working in that darling little head of yours." She smiled, showing a pair of bright white fangs, lightly touching her blood red lips.

"I might have a few things in the works." Ian smiled and leaned forward in his seat, picking up a book. After a few moments of silence, Adair spoke up.

"Well, are you going to share with the rest of the class or not?"

"Oh, well it's just a new way to make the silver bullets. Oh! Sorry Sara," he said at her obvious discomfort at the mention of silver. "I'm still working on a way to ensure your, and Gabir and Ace's safety against silver bullets as well. That's taking a little longer than expected. Oh but I have figured a way to remove the liquid silver, to make it harder and easier to remove. I just need to talk to Jobey and Etana about it." He smiled at Sara who looked relieved.

"Speaking of Jobey and Etana," said Adalia. "Has anyone seen them?"

"Etana's in the East study, but nobody's really seen Jobey all day." Sara said quietly.

Forget me nots and second thoughts,
Live in isolation,
Heads or tales and fairytales in my mind,
Are we we are, are we we are,
The waiting, unknown

The moonlit garden would be a haunting sight to any other human, but to Jobey, is was comforting to see something as dark and broken as he was. He strolled past the old fountain, his gaze at the night sky. His loyal falcon lazily flying in circles above his head, if a bird could be jaded, then Hagan was for sure. It seemed everyone in Fulcan Manor had cabin fever. They were an army of waiters, anxious for action. A light sigh escaped his lips as Jobey headed back for the main house. Maybe Etana had some news.

And screaming

Are we we are are we we are the waiting

Are we we are are we we are the waiting

And screaming

A short chapter but yeah. Alright folks, now comes a chance for you to give me your input on what you want. Do ya'll want a character list? The list is of the main characters, including the new ones introduced in this chapter and a few others. If you want it, review and let me know! Hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll try to get the next one to you sooner.