I told you I'd update today! My other one I think I'll update tomorrow. Maybe even this one too.
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or any of their characters…. I do own Waldo, however… I bought her for a nickel on EBAY.
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Chapter 2: Say What?
Ms. Fernandez stepped aside and said "Take a look at my home, dear. I'll just be taking your suitcase upstairs and I'll meet you in the living room straight ahead."
"Okay then…" Blair replied just barely above the tone of a whisper. She glanced at the odd furnishings and decorations. To her right was an old wood staircase that looks as if all the stairs creak. 'Well,' she thought to herself, ' I guess escaping down those aren't exactly an option.'
Ms. Fernandez grinned to herself knowingly as she walked up the stairs, and against the laws of physics, the stairs remained silent.
Blair continued to look around and noticed that this house doesn't seem normal. She pondered this as she reached the living room. The problem was noticed immediately. All the curtains were closed in every single room causing a stifling, sort of claustrophobic feel to it. They weren't exactly lacy either. All of them were made of what seemed to be thick, maroon colored velvet.
To top it all off, the only light source was candles and old-fashioned oil lamps. The living room was littered with small objects, most of which Blair couldn't put a name to. On the coffee table, in front of the sofa, was a small crystal, no bigger than a thumbnail, which she was drawn to immediately. As she got in for a closer look, Ms. Fernandez walked in.
"Not yet, dear." Blair gave her a look of puzzlement as Ms. Fernandez grabbed the crystal and hastily hid it in her pocket. Ms. Fernandez sat at the loveseat opposite the oaken table and motioned for Blair to do the same. Blair took the seat across the table from Ms. Fernandez, like a student sitting in the desk right across from a strict teacher, or in other words, with caution.
"Why are all the curtains closed?" Blair asked casually, expecting some hippi answer like, 'The sun will give me skin cancer' or something like that. But she was never prepared for the ridiculous answer she received.
"Well Dearie, it keeps all the bad spirits out." She says as if it's the most normal answer in the world. "Sit down now, and tell me about yourself."
Blair stumbled around in her mind, trying to figure out what to say. "Well…. Umm… My name is Blair, every other word I say is dripping with sarcasm, I have no life and…" Blair looked at Ms. Fernandez in the eye. "You know what, I'm being inappropriate and I apologize. I just don't know what to say, really."
"Well let me tell you what you can't already put into words." Ms. Fernandez said with equanimity. "You seem to have lost something that was never really lost in the first place because you have never really found it. You don't trust anyone because no one trusts you because you don't trust anyone. You-."
"Wait," Blair said louder than she expected. "Why are you talking in circles? You're are just saying the same thing over and over again."
"Well I am, dearie." She replied in complete honesty. "Because that is your life. You are walking in circles trying to find yourself, but you're not getting very far. I am here to help you."
'Great' She thought to herself. 'She said the line. I better map out all possible escape routes. Who does she think she is? She can't help me.'
"Oh, but I can." She says with a widening grin.
Blair felt her heart skip a beat. "How did you do that?"
"It's quite easy… I'll explain later." Ms. Fernandez says. "So, how come a pretty girl like you can't admit to herself that people can like and trust her?"
'Pretty?' Blair thought to herself and then slapped herself mentally for doing so.
"Yes, Blair. You are one of the most beautiful people I have seen in my years-."
'Oh please,' Blair thought. 'From the looks of things around here, I'm one of the only person she's seen in years…'
"Hey now," Ms. Fernandez said. "I get out often enough." She straightened her back. "And I'm not that old."
"I didn't mean anything by it," Blair was flustered. "I'm just a sarcastic type of… Look, I'm sorry… No." Blair reasserted herself. "I'm not sorry." She pointed a finger. "You shouldn't be in my head."
Ms. Fernandez ignored her. "I want to help you," She repeated. "You are not the only person I've ever helped successfully, and I believe it would do good for both parties."
"Both? What do you-."
Ms. Fernandez quieted her with a raised hand. "Do you want a better, more fulfilling lifestyle?" Blair nodded with one eyebrow threatening to rise into her hairline. "Then trust me. I believe I should be completely honest with you first. I am not exactly normal. I have special powers and I plan to use them to help you, that is, if you don't mind."
"Are you a witch?!" Blair asked with more enthusiasm than she would have liked.
"Yes and no. I don't do chants and claim to see the goddesses. I am, however, an immortal being sent to this universe with power that can help guide you on your way of finding the lost."
'Heh… I'll be believing that as soon as I start believing in Santa Claus again.' Blair thought, not thinking of the mind reader across from her. "Immortal, eh? How old are you exactly?" She almost gagged on the sarcasm that was threatening to choke her.
"I am…. Wait now…. Umm…. 413 this coming month I believe."
"You really don't look it."
"Thank you dearie. I told you I wasn't that old. Now, that crystal you were looking at, it can help you find a new path to live on. I can see that you won't be happy here long-."
'Ever.' Blair thought automatically.
"Watch yourself." Ms. Fernandez warned with an undoubtedly amused glint in he eye. "Tonight, I want you to think hard about where your life might be more challenging and adventurous. Try to be careful with this crystal, because it is highly temperamental. Tomorrow you will wake up with a new life, the crystal's purpose spent. Sorry that we can't become more acquainted before then, but I have a meeting to go to."
She handed Blair the crystal, stood and brushed a small amount of dust from her dress. "Don't worry about that second party I mentioned. It really does not concern you. Good luck." Ms. Fernandez walked swiftly, for a woman of 413, out the front door.
Blair took a look at the crystal in her hand. It felt rather cool and there was a rune etched in on the side. "Is there something wrong with me? Why do they always stick me with the wackos?" But she put it in her pocket all the same.
Blair would have continued to go throughout the house and check things out, but she suddenly noticed that there were cats watching her. She's never hated cats, she wasn't even allergic, but these seemed to be too intelligent for their own good. All 6 of them were watching her with intent curiosity.
'Hold on,' She thought to herself. 'Where is the 7th?'
The hair on the back of Blair's neck stood on end, and that feeling that something was behind your back, watching you, overwhelmed her. She turned slowly and came face to face with the largest of all the cats which was sitting on a shelf. It's green eyes fixated on Blair's golden brown ones, and she took a step back, knocking into a bookcase and making a loud clatter. She jumped and laughed at herself for doing so. She stopped immediately, because the cats seemed to be silently laughing as well. Not literally, but Blair got the feeling they were smirking. "Why don't you just go kill some innocent butterfly or something?"
After a few moments of staring at the cats, Blair got the feeling that she wasn't wanted there anymore. She backed out of the room and didn't take her eyes off of them until she reached the stairs. She let out a large breath through her teeth that apparently she was holding. "Stupid cats…"
Blair walked up the stairs, startling herself as she heard them creak. 'Now wait a second. She walks up the stairs, and nothing… Maybe it's rigged.'
She reached the top and began her walk along the long hallway, which seemed to stretch impossibly long like warm taffy across the room. Blair searched the first room she came upon. 'Nope, washroom.'
The second room looked in however seemed to be hers. And how did she come upon this marvelous conclusion?… Well, her suitcase was on the bed.
Closing the door, she opened her suitcase and pulled out her portable DVD player. Blair checked for her temporary escape that she kept in the player. Yep, Pirates of the Caribbean was securely in place. She closed the player and opened the screen.
'Finally. Now I can relax properly.' She thought to herself with the mounting excitement of seeing Captain Jack Sparrow on this little window of light.
Blair didn't, however, realize that the crystal in her pocket was growing rather warm.
For the first time in Blair's entire known history of POTC watching, she became rather groggy. Against her own will, she blacked out entirely, leaving the DVD player running.
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Arg. I wrote so much new stuff in there. The good thing about getting my stories deleted, is I can rewrite stuff I wanted to be left out and add things without confusing people. The downside is that it sounded so much better in 2nd person.
MereAngel – Yeah, thanks. It really is a huge monster of a stinker, but what can I do about it, ya know?
x0x-PiRaTe-ShIvVeRs-x0x – Yeah. Hey, good to hear from you again! I'll check it out for sure. Yeah… I hope they don't get me for anything else…
Heavenstar3 – Ah… A new reader, eh? Just as a heads up, I think he shows up in chapter 4… maybe 3, I dunno.
pirate blondie – It's a huge pandemic that should never have happened. It was already like a rule, but they just HAD to clarify it, right?
Rachel Sparrow – After I get this completely up I'll start doing that. It's a long wait, but this is renewing my creative state of mind, so I might rewrite a huge bit of the sequel. Sorry, but it'll take me maybe a month. Oh god! My school starts up again in a month Gah!!
Le Ames – No worries, mate! I will do my best to post one chapter a day, if not 2 a day.
DarkAngelPearl – Yah. No problem there.