Hi people! I wrote this at like 1 in the morning, so take heed. Sorina helped me majorly with this one. So... yea, it's better then usual.
Morna smiled. "Actually, it's rather curious." She got up and pulled a letter out of a pile of mail. She walked back over and plopped it down on the table. Both stared at it. Liz cocked her head to the side, a trademark look. The envelope was thick and yellow, it had mystic look about it. The font did not look like a pen. More old fashioned, like calligraphy or something. It was defiantly hand-written ink. The address was not a full address, but simply said: Lucius Malfoy: Malfoy Mansion, Wiltshire.
Liz frowned. "Lucius Malfoy; that name seems so familiar. You really are world famous now, aren't you?"
Morna nodded absently. "Yes, I suppose I am. But, was can't possibly have know this man before. I never forget a name." She shook her head, as if to clear away bad thoughts. "Whatever, he wants me to knock off this girl, Nymphadora Tonks. He didn't give too many details about her, though. Apparently, she's real good with change in appearance. So good, in fact, that he's not bothering to send a picture of her." She rolled her eyes. "Like I can't see through some hair dye. Anyway, what do you think? I hear the parental units are on our trail again anyway." Liz turned pale. "Exactly. So I said to myself. One: we could go off to England for a bit, and come home when this kids good and dead. Or, two: we could start all over, fresh. We could get ourselves new identities; make it real hard for them to ever find us again. It'll be a brand new adventure."
Liz stared at her. "Perfect…"
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The next few weeks went by quickly. Morna figured they had a month to get to England. That gave her enough time to watch Nymphadora and plan a strategy. That also gave them time to plan our how they would use their money. Most of their stuff was complete trash. Furniture; car; almost all of it was to crap. She figured they certainly had enough to get a one-bedroom apartment and some nice furniture. Quality over quantity, you know? So she sat back and began to plan.
Liz on the other hand, spent most of her remaining days at the mall. No, not because she was shallow! Because she had a lot of friends there. She was the official Mall Rat Queen. It had soon become clear to her early on that sense she didn't go to school, her best bet to meet kids was at the mall. Besides, of course, the wilder ones she met at the local nightclubs.
Liz had a pretty good system going. She hung out with girls at the mall by day, bragging about he latest boyfriend and all the things he did for her. By night, she danced from club to club, pulling her boyfriend along behind her. If there was one thing her boyfriend needed, it was the ability to move with the flows. That, and to know when to stop kissing.
Liz enjoyed clubbing for many reasons. She liked the feeling that she was in control. And there, she was. She could be with a guy without the stress of worry. She kept boys waiting, wondering, about what she would do next. And in this, she thrived.
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Liz sat in the passenger seat, her feet up on the dashboard, and a big grin on her face. Morna's fingers were tapping against the steering wheel to the music. They were on their way to the airport, baggage in the trunk. This had been a struggle. They had to get everything into three overstuffed bags to fit it into one trip.
For Liz, the worst had been clothes. She had no desire to get rid of any of her clothes. For Morna, it was weapons. She realized, in annoyance, that she would have to buy all new weapons, or risk being caught with them on the plane. She would have to restock once they arrived in England. Selling off the old ones was like giving up a child. In the end, she couldn't part with the knives. They stayed with her, no matter what. Big deal if she had to sidestep a metal detector.
Morna was telling Liz, in slight annoyance, that two new vampires had shown up in the Chicago land area and they obviously didn't know that a gang was already established. She knew this because they had already tried to attack at Millennium Park last night. The park, for god's sake! Fen's gang knew well not to mess with Death (Morna's street identity), who had already killed three if their members. They respectfully refrained from approaching her in general. Morna has a strong declaration towards vampires. She doesn't like them. Period. Liz had a different point of view, she judged everyone the same, on a personal quality level. She didn't care what you were, as long as she could hang with you without feeling threatened. So far, she hadn't met many vamps who fit that particular mold.
Morna shook her head, "It's a good thing I recognized them for what they were right away, or I may have let them come closer. They were persistent, too. Half an hour they chased me! Half an hour! Half an hour of my life wasted. Moments I will never get back. Another lucky one, I had on that new blond wig and sunglasses. I highly doubt they'll recognize me." Morna, with other assassin connections, had found a good disguise shop, and was wearing in the material at the time.
Liz looked out the window, nodding thoughtfully. 'What was it like to be bitten by a vampire?' She wondered. Hey… "Ohhh they're hot… and they look lost… We should help." Morna stopped at the upcoming street light and turned her head to where Liz was pointing. 'You have got to be kidding me.' She shook her head, "No. Absolutely not!"
Liz frowned, "Why not?"
"Because those are the guys I was telling-"
Liz unclipped her belt and climbed on her seat to poke though the sun roof. "Hey, Lost Boys," She called out.
"-you about… the vampires." She sighed. "I give up."
One of them looked up, and nudged the other, forcing him to glance up as well. It was very odd to see this teeny girl, half in, half out of those muggle, car, transportation devices. Perhaps this was something interesting for their boring summer vacation.
Liz cocked her head, "Where are you going?" Morna, as discreetly as possible, tugged angrily as Liz's pant leg. Liz shook her off.
They frowned at her. Her voice seemed so familiar. "Nowhere, really, we're just walking."
Liz glanced at the street light, which would change any second. "Want a ride to Nowhere? Come on, hop in." They stared at her, thoughtfully for a second, then walked over, cautious. Morna groaned.
Liz grinned and sat down, giggling. One of the boys had shock blond hair, not unlike her own. He had stormy gray eyes and an air of significance. The other boy had slightly shorter, black hair. (Though both boys' hair was rather long, just the way she liked it!) His eyes were a deep, deep blue, like a sapphire, or the middle of the ocean. He looked less solemn, but had the same air of importance. The girls could tell immediately that they were people who came from old money, and had been raised in that unfashionably snooty way. For some people, wealth did not affect a personality. This was obviously not the case.
As Liz turned to look at Morna, she realized that Morna had tensed like a coiled snake. "Whaaaaaat?" she asked with mock offense. She had a funny feeling Morna was glaring at her behind the opaqueness of her sunglasses.
"Nothing, absolutely nothing," Morna retorted in an emotionless voice. "Buckle up," she commanded their momentarily forgotten passengers. They obeyed, after a bit of trial and error, and a few weird looks in their direction.
"May I ask where we're going?" the blonde asked, in a way that left no doubt as to whether his eyebrow was raised.
"The airport!" Liz replied bubbly, readjusting the rear-view mirror to get a better look at the backseat and its passengers (though, admittedly, this is probably a safety hazard).
"Pardon?" the dark-haired one asked politely.
"Me and my grumpy sister here are going to England… for a short vacation." The boys turned to look at each other with twin expressions of "my-that's-ironic" on their faces. They opened their mouths to say something and –
"Shit. Grab hold of something," Morna said calmly. Liz immediately grabbed on to the door handle and gripped it hard. The boys didn't even have the time to say "what?" before Morna floored it, and the car screeched around a corner.
"The cops are after us, and I would have seen them earlier if you hadn't fucked with my rear-view mirror," Morna said lightly as she ran a red light, cars honking.
"I don't see them," Liz protested about the cops.
"Unmarked cruiser." A sharp turn that cracked the blonde's head against his window followed. Liz made a small 'o' with her mouth.
Morna turned quickly into a dark alley, the now-blaring sirens passing up their impromptu hiding spot. For a second no one spoke and then Liz stated, "Well, that was fun!"
Both rear doors opened, the purebloods stumbled out, and retching sounds were heard. "Apparently, the chase was not proclaimed fun by consensus," Morna stated dryly.
A few seconds later, Liz decided to check on the poor boys. They were pale, but that was it. "You guys okay?" she asked hesitantly.
"Peachy," the dark-haired one said sarcastically. "You Americans are insane."
"You say American like it's an insult. Where are you from?" she asked sounding genuinely offended.
"England," the blonde said in a lazy drawl, which actually did have a British accent, now that she thought of it. "Small world, I suppose."
Morna opened her door and stepped out, just as Liz spoke eagerly, "That's great! Do you know where the Malfoy manor is?"
Both boys seemed suddenly alert. "Yes, we know exactly where it is," the blonde said while both boys seemed to have gained a dark gleam in their eyes that would quicken anyone's pulse. Morna almost shivered at the ominous note in the blonde's voice. "Why do you ask?" he questioned like he hadn't noticed.
"Simple," Liz replied, oblivious to the tension in the dark alley. "We're supposed to go there."
So... there it is. Took me forever, but here it is. Did anyone catch the Lost Boy's thing? hehe.
FireF: Hi! Your last chappy was great by the way. Even though youre REALLY beating me now. Wht. You rock Draco's Socs!