Ehehe...Be warned, if you read my stories, you're likely to run into a bit of...craziness.. every now and then.XD
"Long story. Let's walk."
A few minutes later, the two women were out of the pub and at Alia and Daniel's little hideout. Once inside, they found Daniel sprawled out on the floor, snoring loudly. His hand was open in a way that said the bottle laying next to him used to be there.
Ana looked at him curiously. "He alright?" Alia laughed at this, slapping Daniel's shoulder in order to wake him up. "Don't hurt the rats!" He yelled, jerking up and gasping for breath. He looked around, sighing with relief when he saw Alia. "Oh… hi." He put his face in his hands, ignoring Ana's strange looks and falling back asleep.
"That's Daniel… ignore him. Sit down, let me tell you the story."
They sat down at a small table, Alia gathering a deep breath before she began, even trembling slightly.
"Alright. Six years ago, Jack suddenly showed up at the doorstep of my home, saying he needed a place to hide for a little while. I agreed, out of my ignorance… Well, for the most part, all was well, until… Jack felt he needed to do a bit of snooping through my belongings. He found- my necklace."
Ana raised an eyebrow, but Alia continued.
"It's not… just a necklace. It's the Sparrow family crest. It's… cursed."
At this, Anamaria laughed, shaking her head. Alia only scowled.
"The curse wasn't even…'alive', per say, until Jack decided he wanted to keep it for himself. In my attempt to take it back from him, it broke, releasing the curse upon us both. The metal edge cut me when it broke, and was stained by my blood signature. Jack, out of his greed, took both pieces, and disappeared again. What he didn't know is that the necklace becomes your practical life source, and if you're separated from it… you die."
She said it bluntly, not very much feeling like explaining such a thing in depth. Anamaria leaned forward, not sure whether or not to believe something so simple as being seperated from it could kill you.
"How is this necklace-thing cursed anyhow? And how do you know you die whenyou're separated?"
Alia sighed. "Apparently other Sparrow ancestors do not have such a clean record with certain enemies."
Ana nodded, catching her hint. "So Jack has your piece… why aren't you dead?"
"Slowly. You die slowly… painfully. Day by day, week-by-week, you can never tell how fast your health will deteriorate. And you never know exactly how you're going to feel when the sun rises. You never know if… the day might be your last."
Her eyes became overcast, with fear, sadness… anger. "That's why I need to find him. I find that piece, my health won't return, but… I won't be any closer to death."
Ana watched her with slightly growing concern in her eyes, listening intently as Alia spoke again. "And… I've found notes. Diaries. Books. I've done my research. It's the only comfort I've been able to muster all of these years."
Anamaria seemed to ponder this for a moment. "What have you been doing all this time? Why haven't you tried to find it earlier?"
"Oh believe me, I've tried. I found a man who was wearing it, tracked him down, only to find he had sold it once again to Jack." Alia said, voice with disgust as she reached the last of the words. For many long minutes, there was no more speech passed between them, until Daniel's loud snore made them both jump. It took him a few moments,but he was finally able to stand on his feet, continuing to wobble slightly. He yawned, and then collapsed into a chair by Alia. "So, do you have any idea where Jack is?" He asked, looking at Anamaria. She smirked, her eyes suddenly twinkling with wild mischief.
"Oh, I know where he is."
