Hehe, I will hold you to your word, Verea!
for our first lesson. What would you like to learn like Spanish words?
1rst: Tanto idiot
2ond: Buenos dias, me llamo Verea hello, my name is Verea.
3rd: Como te llamas? what is your name?
Ok, write me a quick email, (preferably on this yahoo one, rachelmorelliyahoo.fr) and tell me which words you want to know and hurry with ideas! Lol!
Right, thnks Yazmari/Gen for your review! I think I replied but not sure it worked so thanks and enjoy everybody!
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I wake up with only a minor headache, thank god, and with my tongue only partially stuck to the top of my mouth. Hey! Better than the last time I drank right?
I groan as I sit up and trudge to my bathroom, finding myself not so zombie looking in the mirror.
My phone rings and I make my way to it, cursing the whole two-second walk and grunting more than answering.
What can I say, don't rush me in the morning.
"Hello sweetie, it's Grandma Mazur, I'm back and had a great time! Heard of the bounty hunter with the hot package?" She asks me all in one breath.
It takes my brain a couple seconds to receive the information then a couple more for me to understand.
"Uh…can I call you back?" I ask hopefully, eyeing my empty coffee maker.
"No. I'll be busy later. Have you found out how to fulfill the prophecy yet?"
I groan inwardly, I had totally forgotten to look it up at the library. SHIT!
"A young woman will be summoned when the time is right to rid the world of the vermin that are vampires, Rachel Elena Romelli, get to work immediately!"
And with that she hangs up. Dang, she'd even made it rime.
What if I ain't the one? What if grandma got things a little mixed up? What if I don't figure it all out in time?
All these questions pretty much kicking me awake, I travel to the shower and stay under it until my skin is red and my hands look like dried prunes then I get out and dry myself.
Ranger said he'd be a couple weeks in some place working things out so I'm pretty much alone at the moment.
Where did Steph go by the way? She's sure quick if she's already staying at Tank's place.
Yep. All her clothes are gone as well as her bathroom stuff.
Oh well. Maybe I should get myself a pet. Definitely. But what? A hamster? Nah…a cat?
Pondering on the question, I dress in old jeans and a stretchy T, pulling my usual black boots on and sheathing my knife, feeling like a complete idiot.
If people see it they'll either think I'm a nutcase playing mid-evil age or a serial killer who just got out of prison.
I look like it too with my tired black eyes and pale face.
Sighting, I pick up my backpack and head out, carefully locking the door and putting a peace of paper across, like in the movies, to know if someone came in. Damn I'm good.
I slide in the car, which seems to have been magically brought here without a key, and zoom out, some kind of rock playing extra loud on the radio.
I arrive in front of the office, peek in just long enough to get my files and go out again to research the library.
Yep. Grandma being herself would know if I did anything else.
"V…v…vampire section? Curses? Anybody have an idea?" I mutter to myself, picking through the dusty shelves and nibbling on a nail.
"Oooh…you look promising." I breathe to a VERY old, VERY dusty and crumbling volume with Curses and Prophesies of ancient times.
I lean back onto the shelf and open the book carefully, me being a natural bookworm, I don't want to damage such a priceless piece of knowledge.
I flip through it for what seems like ages and stumble upon a small text, of about two lines, throning on a blank page.
The cursed ones, feeding upon others, will be banished by a gifted being.
Heart pure and full of light, the being will shine upon their dark world.
…Okay…what the hell does that mean?
Sighting, I scribble it down onto my notebook and look through the rest of the book, not finding anything else.
I spend the rest of the day walking through the aisles, reading, shifting, moving, yawning, eating…sleeping on occasions when the book was REALLY boring, and end up, around midnight, no…maybe around…5…seated, alone in pure and clear silence, rubbing my eyes to keep myself awake.
As you can guess, it doesn't work very well.
Sighting for the thousandth time, I bite back a jaw-breaking yawn and open the last three books in front of me.
Somehow…the lines blur a little around the edges and the next I know, the bookkeeper is glaring at me and ranting about youngsters who don't know their limit.
"Oh quit it, old timer." I mutter, picking myself up, my bag, my notes and driving back to my apartment to sleep some more.
Just as I snuggle under the covers of the bed however, a pounding on my door sends me up like a bolt of lightening.
"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! YOU HAVE WORK TO DO!" Vinnie the Weasel yells.
"GO W$ (A/N: three guesses as to what these four words mean.) WITH YOUR DUCK AND LET ME SLEEP!" I answer, feeling pissed, moody and seriously…angry.
The beating doesn't stop though.
Grumbling, I get up and wrench the door open, sending Vinnie my best killing glare.
"I don't have time to fk around Vinnie, I have the world to save and I am NOT doing it with a sleep deprived body. Good day." I close the door forcefully.
Sorry, in the morning I tend to be rather rude and moody. But I think you guessed that already.
Still grumbling, I set the coffee thingy to go and hop in the shower, cursing Vinnie and every morning persons.
Once I can keep my eyes open, I step out, dry off and slip into a mid length skirt, long sleeved black T and my usual black lipstick with a touch of lip-gloss and mascara because of my horrible lack of sleep.
When I enter the office, Connie and Lula both gasp.
"God! Did you get run over?"
Great girls. Just what I need to hear.
"No." I growl, picking out a sugar coated donut from the box the girls brought.
"What was that thing Vinnie kept ranting on about? He said you insulted him and said something about saving the world."
Woops. Must have slipped my mouth…
"I didn't get more than three hours sleep and Vinnie comes up and bangs on my door."
I whine for effect and receive two, distressed though amused looks.
"Damn." Lula smiles.
I nod.
A few days…well maybe a couple weeks…something like…4…5…maybe even 6 pass like this.
Me staying horribly late, checking out virtually non-existent information, Grandma calling in the mornings and me getting skips the rest of the day.
Hell, my bank account is OK, I am only barely managing to pay the rent and eat but it rocks to be able to lead my own life.
I won't admit it out loud but I miss Ranger.
Steph and Tank are a down right couple, barely out of each other's presence and it makes me sick…well jealous…a little. I have at least the decency to hide it.
Sighting, I turn the page of my folder and yawn again, except this time I feel my stomach lurch and the telltale signs of sickness wrench me out my chair and make me run through half the library to the small public restroom to vomit into the toilets.
I've been sick for a couple days now and I blame this on food intoxication, I had it a while ago. Not nice at all.
I hate puking…eww…shaking, I pull myself away from the porcelain seat and wash my face, grimacing at the paleness of my skin.
Deciding to call it a day, I drive back home and let myself in my apartment.
I brush my teeth; intent on making the acrid taste leave then let myself fall into the bed, barely having time to rid myself of my clothes before falling into a comatose state.
The next day, I wake up to puke again and mentally curse myself for not sensing bad in my pasta yesterday night. It had seafood in it. Rats.
Sighting, I let myself in the office and smile weakly.
"Whoa. This is worse than the last time. Did you get stampeded on?"
Feeling tired of the same joke, I only shake my head and pick up my file.
"Hey, Lula, wanna ride shotgun?"
Seeing how Steph isn't here yet, Lula is my only option.
"Sure. But you'll have to explain why you look like shit."
I nod wearily and we walk out to her firebird, me feeling not too great to drive.
"I ate seafood last night and threw up twice." I explain as we pull over in front of the skip's house. A car thief and wife beater.
"Poor you! I had serious bad experiences with seafood. Yuck! Fish. Pee in the sea they do."
"You pee in the sea." I roll my eyes and step out.
We knock on the door and a stringy, black dude steps onto the porch, wearing very dirty jeans and a t-shirt that looks like dried blood dribbled down onto it.
"Um…Hi, my name's Rachel Romelli, this is my friend Lula and we are here to tell you you missed your court appointment and that you should follow us to…" The door bangs shut and the skip runs off in the house.
Sighting, Lula and me run to the side of the house and hurry to the back, arriving just in time to see the guy shoot out the door.
Lula stops a little while later, gasping but I continue, somehow my spidey sense tells me I have to get this guy.
He looks back at me then out of nowhere, wings sprout from his shoulders and he suddenly rounds on me, teeth growing at frightening speed into canines.
"Whoa! Vampire!" I gasp, fumbling with the strap of my knife and cursing under my breath.
He cackles just as I fish the knife out and lounges at me. Shit.
The knife is sent, lost…poor thing…WAIT A MINUTE! Poor me! This bloody idiot's got me pinned to the ground, grinning. Hey…aren't vampires supposed to HATE sunlight? The last ones I got were in dark alleys but this is sure as hell almost completely in sunlight! Bloody freak!
(A/N: sorry, I forgot about that, don't worry, being rectified in next chappie! Thnks Verea!)
"So. You're the new Hunter. My master has been idly curious to know who you were."
Not to mention pissed.
"Oh yeah? Jerk off batboy!" I cry, spitting in his face.
Oops. Apparently he doesn't like that because he lets me go, screaming in pain and flies off before I have time to find my weapon. Double shit!
Sighting, I make my way back to the car, finding Lula nervously sitting at the wheel.
"Missed him?" She asks.
I am sore all over, my body not really liking being dragged across the pavement and to top it off I missed my skip. Bloody cursed day.
I get into the car and lean back into the seat, feeling horribly tired.
God I miss Ranger.
Lula looks at me strangely and I slap my hand to my mouth.
She laughs and turns in her seat to face me.
"TELL!"
If I don't she might squish me or something. Her eyes tell me that.
I explain everything to her and when I'm finished, I can almost see the clockworks in her head spin at dazzling speed.
"You've been sick lately right?"
My eyebrows rise on their own accord. "Yeah…"
"And you slept with The Wizard." She continues.
My mind seems to have slowed because I stay exasperatingly oblivious to the meaning of her phrase.
Lula sights. "Did you ever consider being pregnant the cause of your sicknesses?"
After a couple seconds, the words filter through my brain and I stare at her in shock.
"Holy shit…cow…water…damn…" Goosebumps travel up and down at the very thought.
"I just got food intoxication." I explain, trying more to convince myself than Lula.
"Girl, I been intoxicated before. You're radiating and at the same time looking like shit."
She had a point. I'd also been taking to eating twice my average food consumptions.
Triple shit!
What if Ranger'll find out? He'll be pissed…he'll send me to a third world country with his unborn child…oh god…
"I won't tell a soul." Lula amends after a good half an hour of arguing, pleading then finally threats to get her to shut up about it.
Lula drops me off and we hug awkwardly, Lula assuring me everything'll be all right.
I don't drive to the library and instead choose to stay all night in bed, thinking.
How am I going to get out of this one if I am indeed pregnant? I'll buy a test later…before I chicken out…Is this life for real?
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Here it is! Anyway, hope you people out there liked it and Verea, don't forget to write and review! Hehe, c y'all!