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 Eleven: Midnight Attack

I felt the hot tears running down my face as I drove nearly blindly around town, not stopping for anything. Stupid Magnus, with his cocky attitude and romantic flair. Stupid Magnus, for being a vampire.

Stupid Magnus, for letting me fall in love with you.

I banged my head against the steering wheel, not wanting to believe this was real. I had told Magnus that... that I wouldn't wait forever.

My cell phone began to ring to the tone of 'Monster Mash'(hey, it was fitting).

"Yeah?"

"Hey, it's Charity."

I blinked. "How'd you know I was awake?"

"Call me psychic." Her voice held something. What was it... panic?

No, this was Charity, the Charity...

"Look, Faith," She began, "I want you to get out of there, now."

"Why?" Oh my gosh, she was worried.

"Bertha's on the loose, she's set a price on your head. She'll get you."

"Bertha? Please, I'm in the car, I'm sure I'll be OK."

"Yeah, but she has Niki working for her."

"Niki?"

"Niki the vampire slayer. Eighteen, way more efficient than Bertha... she's a killer, Faith. She doesn't care if she's murdering a mortal or a vampire, she just wants us dead."

"Us?"

"You, me, and Magnus," Charity breath was heavy. "Look, Faith, we have to stop her, but not now."

I was silent for a moment. This was bad. But did I really care if I lived or died?

Suddenly, my car jolted to the other side of the road, like it had been bumped. I whipped my head around, and saw, in a van next to me, a pretty, blonde girl wave.

Niki.

"Charity, I gotta go," I muttered into the phone, and hung up.

This was gonna be a long night.

Charity's POV

I listened to the dial tone in shock. I had heard that bump. Faith had sounded hurried, rushed.

"Niki!" I yelped in realization, and dropped the phone to the floor, running to get my car keys.

"C'mon," I hissed, jamming the keys over in over into the ignition. The car wasn't starting! Only one thing to do.

I closed my eyes and envisioned flying. I opened them again as a bat, and flew out the window. Everything was going hunky-dory(oh geez, did I just say that?) when a bullet whizzed past me. Giving a bat's scream of fear, I looked down to see Bertha, pistol in hand.

Lovely.

She grinned at me and shot again. Luckily, I dodged the bullet, using the bat's agility and echolocation(I was nearly blind in this form) to navigate.

After a while, the shots stopped, and I figured out that I had lost Bertha. Thank God. But Faith wouldn't be so lucky if I didn't get help soon... Niki was the best of the best, Bertha's former apprentice that outskilled her easily...

I landed on the window of the selected house and began to furiously tap at the window. All my vision could form was shadows, so everything was so strange for me...

The window creaked open, and I hopped to the floor. I could hear the person's footsteps, see his large shadow.

"Charity?"

I quickly transformed, positive of who it was now, and glared at Magnus.

"Thanks a lot, you jerk!"

He didn't seem surprised at this, and went, "What did Faith do this time?"

"This time," I growled, "It's real, Magnus. Niki's after her. I think. Bertha sent her, and I heard the car get crashed into, Faith just hung up on me..."

"She's out this late?" Now there was real concern in Magnus's voice.

"Yeah, thanks to you," I said, pacing, "We have to find her, or else she's as good as dead."

Magnus was already heading out the door. He suddenly halted, and looked thoughtful.

"What?" I asked.

"I think we'll try a different approach."

Faith's POV

To anyone who saw, it would look like an accident. Two teenage girls goofing off. Of course, then again, no one was around to see.

Lucky me.

I jumped out of the car and began to run. For some reason, this ridiculous thought was stuck inside my hand.

Dad's gonna kill me for trashing his car.

"C'mon," A sickly sweet voice cooed, "Let me introduce myself."

As I turned, I felt in my pockets for any weapon. On the upside, I had the normal vamp shifter stuff: Stake, cross, that junk. Then again, it wouldn't work in Niki's case. At least I had a dagger.

Niki was a bit taller than me, with honey colored hair and wide blue eyes. The picture of innocence.

If you looked past the black uniform and the gun.

"I'm Niki, Level Five Vampire Slayer," She smiled sweetly, "And you?"

I searched my mind. "I'm Faith de Silva, the leveless vampire shifter."

"Excuse me? Leveless?"

"Uh, yeah, I'm so good, that they don't have a level for me."

Niki threw back her head and laughed. "No, you're more like the girl who fell in love with a vampire, only to have her heart broken. Sounds a bit like Buffy, no?"

"Yeah," I nodded my head, then reached out and took a hank of her hair. "But Buffy doesn't do this."

And I gave it a hard yank.

"OW!" Niki yelled. Nothing hurts more than having your hair pulled, every girl knows that. But then again, Niki was being a bit of a baby.

"I have sensitive roots!" She exclaimed.

"Whatever," I muttered, letting go. "Let's get this battle started."

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