His Eyes are Blue
Summary: I'm-as you probably know- Faith de Silva. And I'm in love with Magnus. Now, all I gotta do is protect him and keep my deep passion covered. Oh. Yeah. That'll be easy.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize belongs to Meg Cabot or Mari Mancusi.
Chapter Three: Babysitting- Charity style
"Charity, will you give me a piggyback ride?" Peter Thompson, the kid I was babysitting with Charity asked, a sly look in his eye.
Her yellow eyes widened when she realized what he was saying. "Heck no, you little perv!" She screeched, whacking him with her trusty tote bag.
I guess it wasn't that great an idea to take Charity along babysitting.
The Thompsons had three kids, Beth, Peter, and Luke, ages six to twelve. Of course, with Beth, I called it young adult sitting.
"You know," I commented as Charity walked up beside me. "It's kinda weird that a ten year old would know that kinda stuff."
"Probably 'cause he sees his mom giving his dad a piggyback ride all the time," She muttered.
"That's just wrong."
Little Luke walked up, screaming for Charity to get him his teddy grams. But Beth then ran over, saying she would get them, since she didn't want Charity's Satanism rubbing off on him.
And Charity doesn't even practice Satanism.
Charity collapsed dramatically on their sofa. "Give me a stake. Now."
Beth then ran up.
"You're a bad babysitter."
I blinked. Smooth.
Charity slowly rose the way she would rise out of a coffin. She turned to Beth and said in a very cold voice:
"Kid, I'll show you a bad babysitter."
Then promptly hissed. I mean, really hissed. Fangs elongated and everything.
Oh. Great.
"Aaaah!" Beth screamed, leaping away from her. She looked up at me.
"She's a vampire!"
"Oh, yes I am!" Charity cried, leaping off the couch, fangs growing longer. Not a good sign. Neither was that blank look that only held hunger in her eyes. Or the animal like way she was stalking only the two little boys.
Oh, shoot.
"Charity," I said in a shaky tone. I'd never seen her like this. "OK, you need to calm down."
I had a little Finding Nemo flashback.
"They're friends, not food!"
"Food?" Beth screamed, looking at me, "You mean she's seriously a vampire?"
"Vampiress," I corrected, grabbing a lamp to knock my friend out with.
"She's gonna suck our blood?"
"Drink it, actually," I sighed, as Charity dodged my swoop. "And not yours." I nodded toward her brothers. "Theirs'."
I went for Charity's feet with the lamp, hoping to knock her down. But she simply made a deft jump, smirking at me.
Lovely. She still has her sense of humor, but uses it for evil.
"Now, Charity," I said as the
little boys ran upstairs, "You don't really want them, do you?
You had dinner last night!"
She shrugged. "So? That
was an appetizer."
"Why couldn't you order the entree?" I moaned as she flashed past me to go upstairs.
Beth was still questioning me as we ran after her. "Are you a vampiress?"
"No!" I yelled, missing Charity's head. "Now shut up!"
Just as Charity's clawing nails went to grab Peter's leg, I brought the lamp crashing down on her head- just in time to realize that a lamp wasn't big enough to knock a vamp out.
She turned to me, snarling.
Well, at least I distracted her. Yay me!
But I wasn't gonna start moonwalking right away(how do people do that anyways? Oh well, Michael Jackson creeps me out.). Charity ran at me, pinning me to the wall with her vampiress strength.
"Look," She hissed, glaring at me. "You're my friend, Faith. I don't wanna hurt you."
"Charity's my friend," I responded coldly, "This creature isn't her."
"Oh really?"
Suddenly, she did one thing that made me really mad. She winked.
"You know," She whispered in her husky voice, "They'll make you replace that lamp."
"You faked it?"
"How else was I gonna make them obey me?"
I rolled my eyes. Wonderful.
Now Charity turned away from me and back to Peter.
"Ready to become immortal?" She smiled at him, hands around his neck.
He shook his head.
"Wait!" A voice yelled. Charity raised her head. There stood Beth, steak knife in hand. She ran up to Charity and grabbed her arm. I watched as the twelve year old plunged the kife into Charity's well-endowed chest.
"Oh!" Charity screamed, making screeching sounds. She looked at Beth and said in a faint voice: "I feel so... cold."
And fell down the stairs, dead.
Or, that's what they thought.
"You saved us Beth!" Luke cried, hugging her.
No praise to the vampire shifter. Oh nooo.
Of course, I was the only one who knew that the stake had to be wooden to kill the vampire, but whatever. Charity lay there, tongue lolling out of her mouth.
"We better not tell anybody," I said, "Nobody'll believe us!"
The three nodded, and I felt a strange feeling in the air. Beth yawned.
"After all this, I wanna go to bed."
The others nodded, and walked into her room. I smiled. Charity's spell had worked.
She got up and calmly pulled the knife out of her chest. The skin, as well as the clothing, was mended, and she turned to me.
"I think I should have won the
academy award."
"Yeah," I said sarcastically.
"Best vampire to quote Pirates of the Caribbean."
She shrugged. "I loved that movie."
"Who doesn't?"
Anyway, we debated over who was hotter, Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom for two hours, until the parents came and we left, big smiles on our faces.
000
"OK, now you try," Magnus instructed me. It was the night of our driving lessons.
I pushed on the gas, and the car surged forward. Magnus slammed on the breaks. Having to put his leg over mine, I might add.
"Try again," He encouraged. I rolled my eyes, and continued. We made our way around, and apparently, I was good enough to make smalltalk, 'cause he went,
"Why do you date a boy who tried to hurt you?"
I shrugged. "I... I don't know.
I guess I like him. And there's nobody else to date. He likes
me."
Magnus snorted. "He likes your figure, Faith."
I made to swat him with one hand, and Magnus grabbed it. And wouldn't let go. I pushed on the breaks, and the car slowed to a stop(thank God we were still in the parking lot).
He looked into my eyes for a moment, and I did the same with him. We were silent. I felt as if I couldn't move. My fingers slid into his. We began to lean closer when-
"Hellooo? Can you two get to moving so that I can pointlessly follow?"
I silently cursed Charity as we moved apart, and moved on.
000
"I got my license!" I squealed, wrapping my arms around Magnus's neck. Charity coughed. We were in the the alley, one of our original meeting places.
That's when a growl came.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Faith de Silva."
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Who thinks that Magnus likes Faith and is in denial? Or is Faith just coming on strong? Vote!
