Hi everyone, I have yet another chapter for you guys to read. Any who, sorry for the extremely long wait, I've only had the Internet randomly, during which I didn't have a chapter to send to crai22 for publishing. From the Friday before the first of this month to Sunday the third, I had the internet, but not any privacy to type my story (I'm REALLY self-contious about typing & reading around other people). Also, before I get into the story, I'd like again to thank Veemon fan683 & Winter... ahem... Zero the Fox for the continued support (Thank you Veemon fan683 for that amazing review, I smiled every time I read it *^_^* Btw, I have information on what Meldalvyna looks like at the end for you).
As I stepped into my apartment, the fact of what just happened hit me en mass. "Wholly crap, I just exchanged names with the mystery creature in the forrest & asked her if she wanted to meet me tomorrow like I was asking her on a date? What is GOING ON WITH MY LIFE!" I yelled to the empty room, Daxter & I agreeing to meet up at Freedom League HQ to show Torn the video he took of the she-creature killing metalheads. "What was her name again?" I think to myself. "You liked her name, yet you can't remember it? How kind you are, even I remember her name, & I wasn't even paying attention" Dark says in the back of my mind, a smile seeping into his voice. "Well then, what is it? I know it started with Mel, but I can't remember the rest is all," I ask him annoyed at my own forgetfulness. "Her name is Meldalvyna. Remember now?" He says with a proud, cocky tone to his voice, to which I simply grunt a 'yes' in return.
To my relief, both of my alter egos go to sleep, leaving me to my own devices. I flop down on the couch & turn on the television, trying to clear my head. Again, there's nothing on, & even the mind-numbing commercials can take my mind off of her. Meldalvyna, her voice still sings in my ears, the image of her standing above me covered in metalhead blood still burnt in my mind. Every time I close my eyes, I see her, & hear her soft voice. I even feel her weight on my wrists & ankles from when she had pinned Daxter & I to the ground, her VERY feminine chest dipped close to my face.
I feel myself begin to drift off to sleep when I remember something quite irritating. "Crap! I'm still soaked in blood!" I yell, leaping off the couch to see a Jak-shaped blood stain in my brand new suede couch. I stare at the infernal mess, trying to remember how Torn told me to get blood out of clothes, not to mention furniture. After a while, I give up & call Torn, tapping my foot impatiently as I wait for him to pick up the communicator. "Jak, where are you? You were supposed to report back to me after you came back from the forest" Torn growls out as soon as he answered. "Hi to you too, Torn. I'm at my apartment, & I'll swing by with Daxter tomorrow to tell you what happened. Now listen, do you know how to get metalhead blood out of clothes?" I say in a rush.
"Yeah, use green eco-enhanced peroxide or cold water & liquid dish soap, why?" He asks, taken back by my question. "Uh, had a little metalhead problem in the forest & got soaked with blood. Um, would you...by chance...happen to know how to get the stuff out of suede?" I ask with a regretfully hopeful, yet nervous tone. "No, why would you ask that?" Torn asks with curious ring to his voice. "My couch is suede...don't ask where I got it...fine, Kiera got it for me, okay...Torn, it's not that funny, I bet a lot of men have suede couches," I retort angrily, Torn having started to laugh. "Sure, sure. Seriously though, I bet Tess or Ashelin would know," Torn says after calming down a little. "Thank you, Torn," I grind out, then hang up.
I punch in Ashelin's number, begging the Precursors that she was awake. Ever since the last time I called her this close to midnight, she screamed at me, then proceeded to ignore me for the rest of the week, I've haven't called her at this time of night. "Hey, what's up?" I hear her answer immediately, relieved that she wasn't asleep. "Hi Ashelin, um, do you know how to get metalhead blood out of suede? Don't ask why," I say, not wanting her to laugh at my situation too, Torn was enough. "Uh, yeah..." she says, curiosity in her voice, "you use a mixture extra strength green eco-enhanced peroxide, cold water, & liquid dish soap that has bleach in it." she finishes, curiosity still in her tone. "Thanks, I owe you one, bye," I reply excited, & hang up before she can reply.
I sprint into the bathroom & look through the medicine cabinet, searching for the peroxide I needed. Realizing I didn't have any of the extra strength green eco-enhanced peroxide & only the normal stuff, I grab the bleach, rubber gloves I use with the a fore mentioned liquid, & a washcloth. I run back into the living room, set down the cleaning stuff on the coffee table, & run into the kitchen to grab the liquid dish soap & a large mixing bowl filled with cold water. I speed-walk as fast as the water-filled bowl will allow back again into the living room & set down my newly acquired cleaning stuff on the coffee table. I then proceed to squirt in the dish soap & lather it, pour in a good amount of bleach, put on the rubber gloves, & dunk in the washcloth. I pick up the now almost overflowing bowl & bring it to the end of the table closest to the couch, set it down, & begin to scrub.
For a good three hours I scrub the couch, all the while thanking & cursing the Precursors that my couch was already white to begin with. After finishing the couch at one o'clock in the morning leaving a large but barely noticeable pink spot, I head into the bathroom & take a shower, tossing all the now permanently blood stained clothes into the trash, not even daring to use the bleach. One long, satisfied shower later, I finally lay down in my bed, not a speck of metalhead blood on my skin or in my hair. I look over at my alarm clock to see it was one forty-five & groan, knowing I won't get enough sleep. As I begin to drift, my mind returns to what it had been on before I had cleaned the couch. Meldalvyna's image fills my head when I finally fall asleep, & just before I do, I happily realize I just might get enough sleep, especially now with her image putting me to blissful sleep.
Meldalvyna's POV
When I step inside my run down house, everyone immediately looks up at me. Just then, I realize why they are giving me such a strange look. I'm literally covered horns to tail-blade-tip in metalhead blood, carrying two mangled metalhead corpses, & probably faintly carry Jak's scent from when I pinned him. "Mel, what happened to you?" Sparx says worried. "Oh, I saw these two while hunting, & it ended up they weren't alone," I say, which wasn't entirely false, I did see at first only two metalheads when they attacked Jak & I. "It's no use lying to us, Meldalvyna. What actually happened, & I bet it has to do with the scent from that man you told us about yesterday on you again," my mother says.
"Uh, can I clean myself & eat first?" I ask, wanting to get rid of the blood turned red crust on my body & fill my empty stomach. "Yes, you may," Cynder replies with an exasperated tone while motioning Spyro to take the metalheads off my hand-paws. " Thanks mom," I say rushing up the stairs to get my pajamas. After doing so, I follow my step-father into the bathroom & wait for him to set up my bath. When the water is finally steaming, I shoo Spyro out of the bathroom & immediately get undressed & into the bath. A good thirty or so minutes later, I'm in my pajamas with not a spot of metalhead blood on my scaled skin & down stairs eating.
"So," Sparx starts, "what happened?" I look up at him with a mouth full of metalhead meat & an angry glare before I swallow. "Yes, what did happen," Spyro asks, a curious, yet scornful look on his normally gentle face. "And tell us the truth, or else you'll be grounded from not only outdoors, but also from your art supplies & all of your books for a whole month," my mother adds with a predatory growl in her voice & a scowl all mothers get when they are threatening their children with groundings. I swallow what was left in my bite of metalmeat & take a drink from my cup. After doing so, I tell them all of what had happened except for the part where Jak asked me if I'd be there again the next day & where the fight with the metalheads had occurred.
"And that's what happened. After the last metalheads were killed, I grabbed the two I came home with & took off," I finish with an exhausted huff, leaving out the aforementioned parts & when I told Jak my name. "So do you trust this Jak, seeing as you & him fought together & all," Sparx said with a suggestive smile since he knew about the drawing I had done of Jak. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, he saved my life just as much as I saved his," I answer truthfully, ignoring Sparx's little smile. "Well, I guess it's a good thing to have at least one human we can trust in this world," Spyro says fully believing my story as it was told to him. "Yes, & I suppose it would be good for her to learn a little bit about the human side of her blood," Cynder adds, also believing my story, but still with an unsure tone. "Wait, does this mean I can go into Haven City more often?" I say excitedly, realizing just what my mother said.
"Yes, but only on occasion," she replies with a small, forced & still unsure smile. "What kind of occasion?" I ask, now a little less ecstatic about my mother's answer than I was at first. "Such as shopping for food we can't get out here, getting art supplies, & getting things as gifts for upcoming birthdays if you have the money," Cynder says. I look at her in disbelief, as this was like letting me explore the tombs under Warfang than what I was originally allowed to do in comparison. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I screech excitedly, bouncing up & down in my seat. Too excited to stay in my seat, I jump up & run over to my mother & give her the tightest hug I can manage around her rather thick neck, considering she was nearly three times my size,& a full grown dragon.
After I finished eating & doing the dishes for a half hour with Spyro, I walk into the bathroom & grab my dried-blood covered steel clothes from the pile they lay in & begin to wash them. "Metal is so much easier to get blood off of than cloth is," I think to myself, happy I didn't decide to wear a lot of cloth clothing earlier this morning. A good twenty minutes later, all of my clothing I had worn when the metalheads attacked is all perfectly spotless. I grab all of my clothes & go upstairs into my room. As I walk in, the candles in my room light up thanks to my step-father's magical power to reveal an unchanged room from how I last left it. I look at my alarm clock, the only working piece of human made technology in the house, to see that it was eleven twenty at night.
I set down my clothes on my desk next to the pile of books which lay upon the first drawing of Jak I had made the night before. After setting down my clothes, I lay down & attempt to go to sleep. About an hour later, I am still awake, not able to find any peace from my raging mind. I look up at the clock to see it is twelve thirty-seven, already the day I'm supposed to see Jak. "Jak," I think to myself, "maybe thinking about him will ease me to blissful sleep." As soon as I begin to think about him, I can see his kind face, hear his gruff yet gentle voice, & even feel him under my hand-paws & feet-paws from when I had pinned him earlier & begin to fall asleep. Just before I finally drift off to the sanctuary that is sleep, I think to myself "I can't wait to talk to him later, heck, I hope his little animal friend is there too, he seemed like he'd know how to make someone laugh."
Author's note: Sorry it took me so long to get this up, but like I said, I've had very little chances to get on the internet. Well, I hope you guys liked this little short one, & I hope the next chapter ends up getting out a little bit sooner than this one did. Also, Veemon fan683, Meldalvyna's looks pretty much exactly like Cynder from Spyro Dawn of the Dragon. All you'd have to do to make Cynder from Spyro Dawn of the Dragon into Meldalvyna is give her four finger-toes & a thumb on each paw in the front & four toes in the rear, hair that fades from blue to red down to where her wings come out of her back, a slightly smaller tail-blade, pupils that can go from human-like to cat-like, the ability to walk on her hind legs, a Laura Croft's breast, & the ability to use her thumbs. Easy to remember, right? Now that you have a basis, you'll really begin to see her character in action. Well, see you the next time I post a chapter, Tigre.