AN: And now, the revised edition of chapter 2! I hope you all enjoy it..
The sound of the door unlocking and opening awoke Tara from her sleep automatically, for she knew what that meant; Courtney was home!
She scrambled out of bed and out the bedroom door.
"Courtney!"
The aforementioned woman only had enough time to turn around when the 19-year-old literally threw her arms around Courtney.
"Gak!"
"You're home! YAY! How was your day at work? The usual boring-ness?"
"Whoa! Calm down there, Tara! Man, I swear that you've got canine blood in you!" Courtney laughed, "Well, my work was slightly interesting. We got new supervisors. One reminds me of Fabio and the other one is a really cute Englishman by the name of Carl Welsh." she explained, smiling slightly at the memory.
"Oooo... You've got a crush!" Tara teased.
"Do not!" retorted Courtney, "I just think that he was cute..."
"Yuh-huh, and I'm the Pope." replied Tara, sarcastically.
"Shut up and leave me be." Courtney said, sticking out her tongue.
"Are you excited about tomorrow?" Tara asked, changing the subject.
"Of course I am! It's my twentieth birthday!"
"Okay, chill!" Tara replied, grinnining. She then started to giggle.
"What...?" asked Courtney, with a confused look on her face.
"You've got a crush!"
"I do NOT!"
Outside, a man in a duster and fedora sat down under a windo. Beside him was the Englishman from the call center.
"We have only tonight to complete this, Carl. If we fail, then we're going to have a real mess on our hands and a very pissed off Holy Order."
"Well I could have told you that, Helsing." Carl replied.
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because you were speaking and it would have been rude." Carl said in a dignified manner.
"Whatever you say, Carl--What was that noise?" Helsing whispered, weapon at the ready.
"It's called girls squealing and having fun." Carl answered, with a slight, knowing smile.
Blinking, Helsing turned around, trying to peek in the window, only to come face-to-fabric with a curtain.
"You honestly didn't think that a female couple would live on ground floor without a curtain, did you?"
"No, but we need to keep an eye out for the right time to strike." Helsing grumbled, crouching back down beside the blonde-haired friar.
"Like when they're, oh... asleep?" Carl asked, matter-of-factly. Helsing glared at his closest and only friend. Carl simply grinned and then frowned, sadly.
"They usually go to bed at around twelve o' clock a.m., talk for a few hours, perhaps do something else, and then sleep." the friar replied with a sigh.
"Good work, Carl." Helsing said with approval. Then, something dawned on him. "Wait, how would you know when..."
"The walls aren't exactly soundproof, Helsing." Carl said, glowering, but slightly blushing as well.
"I don't know.." Helsing started, "a live of sworn celibicy can do odd things to a man..." he suggested with a smirk.
"I AM NOT A PEEPING-CARL!" shouted the friar, his face turning a lovely beet red shade.
"Shhh... non-soundproof walls, remember Carl? And I thought the term was 'peeing-Tom'?"
"Yes, well... I'm not named Tom, now am I?"
"Nevermind.."
Soon enough, the two men saw the room go dark. Knowing that it could take the two girls inside quite some time to fall asleep, they waited. And waited...and waited...and waited some more.
"Carl..." Helsing whispered, nudging the friar. "Com on, Carl! Wake up!"
"Buh-wha?" Carl replied, jolted out of his sleep.
"Welcome to the land of the living." Helsing said with sarcasm, "Hurry, they're asleep!"
"Well, so was I!" Carl whined.
"Yes, but you weren't supposed to be. It's four-fifty a.m., so we must act quickly."
With a sleepy nod, Carl managed to get onto his feet, and the two men walked onto the porched and into the building.
Taking out a pair of keys, Helsing unlocked the first door, then walked through, followed by Carl. The second door gave them no hassle since it simply needed to be pulled open.
When they got to the door of apartment 101, Helsing noticed that they had a problem.
"When the Hell did they get a deadbolt, Carl!"
"Don't look at me!" Carl said, defensively, "They must've installed it while we were at the call center today."
"Shit." the monster-hunter cursed, glowering at the one thing stopping them from a peaceful entry into the apartment. He then saw something the thought that he'd never see. Carl crouche down, took something from his pocket and proceeded to pick the lock!
Meanwhile, Tara snuggled back against Courtney, but noticed something very strange.
"Courtney, you're freezing! Are you sure that you have enough covers?" she asked, sleepily.
"I assure you, that I have enough covers. But no matter how many blankets you put over me, there is nothing that can warm this skin of mine."
Tara's eyes widened. That didn't sound like Courtney... In fact, that didn't sounde like a female whatsoever!
She rolled over, only to come face-to-face with a man whom had long, black-brown hair, bright blue eyes, a slightly large nose and a pale, too pale skin tone. She blinked a few times, the entire thing taking a few seconds to process in her sleep-induced brain.
That's when it happened; for once in her entire life, Tara screamed. While screaming like a banshee, she scurried off the air mattress, taking the blankets with her, not only to keep warm, but to censor herself as well, for she slept in the nude. She then did the only logical thought in her illogic brain. She unplugged the clock/radio and biffed it at him.
He dodged it quite easily, suddenly being behind her.
"That wasn't very polite..."