Jiaz - Haha, I have been listening out for suitable songs for songfic chapters. But i can assure you they will come!
Spawn - :D Glad to hear that you like that chapter! Personally, I don't know if i can keep up with that kind of ... standard. My style tends to keep changing, standard fluctuating. Please do bear with me sometimes :)
Hoshi - Thanks for the bluemountain card you sent me. So nice!
Well, another chapter, finally. I figured that from next week till 1st July, I won't be able to write much since it is the last week before my exams. Gotta do some last minute catching up. But of course, if only my creative muses would allow me to stop. Lol. Most likely i might end up slamming the little black book on my table and cursing at my lack of discipline. Alright, alright, on with the story!
"Give me another."
A jug of beer slid across the table, stopping right in front of Mervyn. He grabbed it and downed it in an instant. Around him, music thrummed loudly and energetically.
"Silly, old fool. Can't he see that this is no place for him?"
Mervyn twisted in his seat and spotted the speaker. It was a redhead with freckles on his cheeks - a wannabe.
Damn vermin, Mervyn cursed. Had I been fifty years younger, I would have been much hotter than any of you mummy's boy here.
The problem was, he was not fifty years younger.
Dejected, he could only turn back to his drink, but not before hexing the redhead. Without a warning, the bottle of vodka that the redhead had been holding on to exploded, splashing the vodka all over himself.
"Hey!" He yelled to no one in particular, feeling totally ridiculed. He did not know the reason behind the bottle's sudden explosion, of course. Somewhere in the crowd, someone applauded while another gave a shrill whistle.
A couple, obviously having gotten a little too high, crashed blindly into the counter beside Mervyn as they tried to make out. Mervyn turned away in disgust, and then he decided to change to another seat.
Perhaps he really was too old for such things.
"Another, another." He called out brusquely to the waiter. Again, another jug of beer slid across the counter. Just as Mervyn was about to reach out to grab the jug, it was stopped in its path - a distance away from him. Mervyn let out a snort in irritation, then he looked up to see who had the audacity to do that.
In front of him, was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.
Mervyn shook his head. "I must be dreaming," he murmured. His visions cleared a little and he saw that the woman was not as gorgeous as he first thought, but attractive nonetheless. He let his eyes roam the woman's body freely, from her platinum blond hair, to her blue-green eyes, sharp nose and her pouty lips.
Mervyn swallowed as his eyes travelled down, her ample bossoms in her impossibly tight top. His eyes stopped at the hem of her short skirt, then he stared at her tanned, long legs.
He stared blatantly at the legs for a good whole minute.
"Are you going to stare like this forever?"
"S'cuse me?" Mervyn asked, hardly able to work his mouth, with all the saliva gathering inside. The pouty lips moved sensually, and Mervyn got a better look into the plunging neckline as the woman leaned forward.
God, he thought, don't ever let me wake up from this dream.
"I can let you do... more." She whispered into his ear.
An open invitation? Mervyn could not believe his luck. He closed his eyes in pleasure as the woman ran her fingers up his arm.
Slowly, the woman drew her hand away.
"Come," she said, her voice husky. Without waiting for Mervyn's reaction, she began to walk away.
Mervyn slid out of his stool and followed the woman. He felt as if he was hypnotised. Weaving through the crowd, he was determined not to lose sight of her. See, you've still got your charm with you after so many years.
Bursting out of the night club, he followed the woman into an alley. His gaze was fixed on her full bottom swaying from side to side as she walked on.
Man, you're going to die in this woman's hands one day, maybe without even knowing why, Mullen, he thought happily.
"Lady, what's your name?" He called out.
Turning her head slightly, the streetlight illuminating the fine shape of her face, she said, "Just call me Maybel."
Paula signed the acknowledgement slip for the package on behalf of Jade. Closing the door, she walked to her daughter's room and said, "Jade! A package for you."
The door opened a little and Jade stuck her head out. She smiled to Paula and took the package from her mother.
Who could it be from, she wondered as she turned the package over. There was something vaguely familiar about the handwritings on the envelope. She did not recall telling any of her friends about her staying in Daybreak Center. She was about to open the package -
"Skye's here!" Paula announced.
I guess this can wait, she thought. Without a second look, she tossed the package into her drawer and closed it tight.
Russell twiddled his thumbs idly, sitting on Aria's battered couch. Kyle was leaning against the door frame leading to the kitchen, staring into space. The two were waiting for the team assembled by the Daybreak Council to arrive.
"Guys!" Aria hollered from her room, "Would you mind helping me out here?"
Russell rolled his eyes. Aria's mood that morning was surprisingly good, not a single bit like someone who's child was missing. She came out of her room, dressed skimpily in shorts and tube top. Sticking her thumb towards her room, she explained, "I need help to arrange the furnitures."
"What, can't you do it yourself?" Russell asked, not without reasons.
Seeing the change in Aria's expression, Kyle straightened himself and said, "Look, I'll help."
Aria's face blossomed into a huge smile and practically skipped back into her room, dragging a glum-faced Kyle along.
"Whatever her problem is," Russell grumbled. He was not going to help her. The three Night People knew that Aria could move the furnitures herself without breaking a sweat - the attack was a solid example of her ability to manipulate objects.
He leaned back on the couch and folded his hands behind his head. Humming a tune to himself, he stared at the ceiling and thought about Jodie. It had been days since he last saw her on the day he left. He closed his eyes and imagined the sweet scent of her shampoo, her soft lips... "Hmmm..." he smiled to himself. Jodie was an excellent kisser. If only he could have her in his arms now...
The doorbell buzzed abruptly and his eyes opened lazily. He could hear Aria chatting away happily, while Kyle merely muttered some short replies.
Please, please, let me get it. Kyle begged his best friend, desperate for an escape. Without waiting for Russell's reply, he went to open the door.
They had not been informed beforehand who to expect on the team. They were merely told to wait for a day or two for the team to arrive, but it had turned out to be a three-days wait.
"Yo." The man was huge, and huge was almost an understatement. Kyle recognised him. He was a shapeshifter called Zach. Stepping aside, Kyle had to help him in through the narrow door.
Next was a witch called Feymon. Witches usually had a sharp, precise presence, thanks to their auras, but not Feymon. Unshaven and dressed sloppily, he could have passed off easily as a street bum. Unlike Zach, Feymon was not friendly. It was fine with Kyle - of all things, he was least interested in catching up with social interaction.
Kyle turned and looked at how Russell was taking all these. He seemed to be sleeping on the couch, but the smile on his lips suggested he was preoccupied with something else on his mind. Aria expressed no interest in the newcomers either, which surprised Kyle. Why was she not interested to know about the people who were going to save her son?
Turning back to the door, he saw someone familiar. Jodie stepped in, the sunlight emphasizing the redness of her eyes. She smiled and put a finger to her lips, prompting Kyle not to announce her presence. She walked into the house and stood right in front of Russell. Then, she saw the smile on his lips, his eyes still closed. Their soulmate bond sizzled in pleasure at their proximity, glad to be near each other after sometime. Apparently, Russell felt the change in the soulmate bond too. His eyes sprung open.
"JODIE!" He exclaimed in pleasant surprise. He leapt out of the couch and pulled Jodie into a tight embrace, before kissing her. He felt every single bit of his yearnings melt away in the kiss.
What were you thinking about? Jodie asked, enjoying the moment as much as her soulmate was.
About a beautiful girl whom I longed for everyday, and she finally appeared in front of me. Russell replied. He saw Kyle over his soulmate's shoulder. The forlorn look on his face was unmistakable as he stared out of the doorway.
We'll catch up later, love. Russell said gently. They finally broke off from their kiss, but their hands never left each other's. "Kyle?" he called.
The dark haired vampire snapped out of his thoughts and came to the group after closing the door. "You guys found a place to stay yet?" he asked.
"Not yet." Zach replied.
"Jodie will stay with me," Russell piped in. He beamed an apologetic smile to Kyle.
"You can stay here with me, Kyle," Aria was quick to offer. At this point, Zach broke out in a thunderous laughter.
Kyle did not find it funny. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'll stay with the guys in the hotel." Then he proceeded to fill in the newcomers with the necessary information.
All the while, Kyle tried to fight off the sinking feeling in his heart. He knew that it was important for him to focus on the mission now, and not to think about Jade instead.
Well, that's all for Chapter 6. Would love to conduct a poll, but i guess it'd have to wait till i can find a question to ask! Do review!