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 Four: Distarction
I turned slowly, finding none other than Super Flab, aka Bertha. She was staring at us, stake in hand, cross around neck. I could tell that her purse held more stakes.
"So," She smirked, "The daughter of Hector and Susannah de Silva, hanging out with common criminals."
Charity turned to Magnus and made a curtsy(yes, this is our Charity).
"Well," She smiled, "What do we do,O great leader of ours?"
Magnus glared at her. "Thanks for the input."
"My pleasure."
"Look," I sighed, rubbing my temples. "Maybe we should get our acts together and kick Bertha's butt."
As Bertha laughed uncertaintly, Magnus looked at me from under a bit of hair that flopped over his forehead.
"Are you sure you want to help? This isn't your battle. And..." He paused. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"Oh, yeah, me, he'll sacrifice," Charity commented, rolling her yellow eyes. "But not his sweetie pie Faith."
Just as I was about to say-in unisence with Magnus- that I was not his sweetie pie, a blinding pain hit my head. I couldn't see anything. I was just... gone.
I felt my body hit the pavement, heard Charity and Magnus's voices, but nothing registered. I was out.
A finger stoked my skin. Hands that I knew so well cupped my face. I sighed in happiness. This was the way things were supposed to be.
His breath ruffled my hair. I sat on the soft grass, pulling him closer. His lips were growing closer to mine-
"Come on, we kinda need a third person!"
I awoke looking up at Charity. She looked angry, needless to say, but worried at the same time.
"You OK?" She asked as I pulled myself to my feet.
"Yeah."
"Good, 'cause
Mag and I need backup."
I turned to the other side. Magnus was nimbly dodging Bertha's stake.
"Doesn't he have a weapon?" I blurted out.
"Yes," Charity admitted, "But we need a distraction so that he can get it."
She pushed me between the two, right in Bertha's face.
"Good luck,distraction."
After shooting her The Look, I turned back to Bertha and waved weakly.
"Hey!" My voice was high
pitched. "That... that sure is a nice stake you have.
Cedar?"
Bertha perked up and looked lovingly at the stake.
"Rowan. You know, that kind of wood is supposed to fight ghosts
too."
"Really?" I shot a look at
Magnus, who was looking through his leather jacket for a weapon.
"So, are vamps the only things you slay?"
"Yes.
We're chosen at birth-" suddenly, a sly look came to her face.
"You're trying to distract me!"
"Lucky guess, wench."
A dagger whirled and hit Bertha in the arm, making her scream... well,quite a lot.
I turned back to Magnus and smirked.
"Nice goin', Batman."
He glared at me. "What's... Batman?"
"You don't know what Batman is?" I laughed.
"Vampire!"
I blushed.
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Charity, you explain."
As Charity
began the story of Batman, I walked over to the moaning Bertha.
"You aren't a very good
Slayer."
She simply whimpered, pulling the dagger out of her
arm and handing it to me. I grimaced, wishing I could whipe the
blood off of my hands.
"I will get you," She hissed, getting to her feet.
She got a "Yeah right." from two vamps and a shifter.
We watched as she disappeared down the alley.
000
I couldn't get what Magnus called a 'fainting spell' out of my mind. Charity had said that I had only been out a few seconds.
But what I had seen... no, more like felt most of the time. Whoever that guy was, I couldn't see his face.
"You seem distracted," Mom commented as she ate fifty mouthfuls of her newest craze- hershey's bars.
I looked down at my grilled cheese. "I guess."
"Look," Mom grinned, "I may be pregnant, but that doesn't mean that I'm not your mom. It's the job, isn't it?"
By 'the job' she meant the shifter thing.
"Kinda," I shrugged.
"You seem to be hanging out with Charity lately." Her eyes-which mine are exact carbon copies of- avoided mine.
"Yeah."
"Don't get me wrong, but Charity seems kinda... out there?"
I looked Mom in the eye.
"OK," I began, "Don't
freak, but... Charity's one of my clients."
Mom paled. "You
mean... she's a vampire?"
I nodded, putting a bit of grilled
cheese into my mouth. "Mm-hmm. She's only been one for six
years though. Not nearly as many as Mag-" I shut my jaws.
OH SHOOT.
"What?" Mom arched an eyebrow.
"Nothing," I smiled sweetly, twisting my hands in my lap.
"You were saying a name," She
pestered, "I know you were."
"Yeah, Maggy," I
improvised, thinking of Lynn, Magnus's blood donor. She has that
despicable name for him, and- OK, getting a bit off topic. "A
friend of mine. Charity introduced me to her."
"You
were talking about a boy," Mom persisted, "I can tell it
from your eyes." She looked down her nose at me. "A boy
you love."
My heart was pounding, and my mind racing. I almost never lie to my mom. I don't want to anytime soon. But.. well... I guess I'll have to-
"Magnus is the boy I was dancing with!" I blurted out. Mom's eyes widened.
Great. What am I into now?
000
Which of these types would you describe Magnus as?
a) bad boy
b) jock
c) romantic
Heehee... I bet I know what you're gonna put...
