Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of its characters, Disney does. I do not own Jo, ChocolateCoveredJockey does, I do not own Chef Ramsee he owns himself, Big Nose Kate was Doc Holliday's Girlfriend and belonged to himself , Morgan Earp belonged to himself, Julius Ceasar and Cleopatra belonged to themselves, and I do not own Robin Hood, Will Stutley, or Maid Marian. The Raiders were in Andersonville, they were far from heroes or good guys. Look up Andersonville Civil War Prison, its not pretty that I have to warn you of, but none the less its history.
"OK! We'se got da results!" Exclaimed Chimeny DaLaney as she walked into Spot's giant living room. The living room looked more like the grand hall of a medevial castle; the floor had a large persian rug that covered almost the entire floor itself except for the very edges where the floor met the walls. The furniture looked old and medevial though they were new and comfortable; the walls hung thick with tapestries, one of the tapestries was of Spot; before he had been turned into a vampire he had been King Richard's son and had fought alongside with Robin Hood. Back then his name had been Rothbart...Everyone understood why he changed his name to Spot.
Chimney pushed a strand of her short pale blonde hair out of her green eyes and took a deep breath, "The first male is Spot Conlon, the Second is Skittery, the third is Specs, the fourth is Creepy Monahan, and last but not least...The fifth is Knuckles Briggs!"
"Me?" Spot asked, pointing to himself, "I'se da leadah - I'se-"
Chimney looked up, "you said any five males with the qualities of leadership, strength, courage, and the wish for peace whose willing to sacrifice anything, that describes you and Skitts perfectly!" Several other voices agreed right along with Chimney, while a small group grumbled unhappily of the males that had been chosen.
Spot sat down in his chair, which resembled a large wooden throne, and scratched his head, "damn, I'se never thought of meself as bein' one of da chosen ones. T'ank youse all for havin' so much trust an' confidence in me an' Floats and going into dis peace plan wid us."
"Any chance for peace is one we'll take," Knuckles smiled as he pulled his long raven black hair into a pony tail and tied it with a small cord. His blue eyes looked at his leader, he smiled before his stomach rumbled, blushing he stood up and went towards the main kitchen to get a can of blood.
"Damn," whispered Skittery to Spot, "me an' youse, we'se gonna be datin' some of Trench's goils." He whistled, "I'se do hope dat Melinda is one of da chosen females."
"Can't have yer cake an' eat it too!" Snorked Creepy Monahan, Skitts bared his fangs and hissed at the other vampire. He wasn't sure what kind of qualities the other vampires saw in him. Creepy lived up to his name, he was an albino and seemed to have tattooed way too much eyeliner around his eyes. His eyes were black, a scar ran across the right side of his face in shape of a lightning bolt. He dyed his short and messy hair black. The vampire always wore complete black, even when he wasn't out fighting and he could wear different clothes...He never wore any color but black. Skittery had once suggested that he was the world's first goth guy.
Specs, meanwhile, sat over in a corner his face blushing beat red.
"Yo, Specs, youse alright?" Spot asked over to the vampire.
Specs looked up at Spot and pushed his glasses up his nose, "I'm fine...Just...Surprised, I-I never thought that...Anyone thought of me...As a leader and all..."
"What are you speaking of? We all think of you as courageous, strong, peace loving, and extremely intellegent as well as one to think before he does!" Exclaimed Shasta McLordan, back in the day her name had been Maid Marian.
"Which is more than we can say about most males," commented Athena LaPierre as she put her dark brown hair into a sloppy bun. She was half French and half Greek, she had been turned only five years ago; Spot found her wandering the streets lost and confused, he took her in, taught her how to survive, taught her of the war, and made sure she had made plenty of friends and quick. The more friends the better.
"I'se bet youse hopin' da Tuuli-Rah to be yer girlfriend!" Skitts smirked to Spot.
Shasta looked over and gave a small scowl, it was widely known that she had wanted to be Spot's Naga after Robin Hood's death; each time he turned her down and insisted they only stay friends. Other vampires thought Spot was nuts for turning down such a beautiful female; only Skittery knew why he always said no to Shasta. The reason being his respect for his old friend, Robin Hood, was high and he had sworn to the thief and hero on his death bed that he would protect the Maid Marian and help her find a true love that could provide her with a good home, life style, and more...Including safety. Almost fifty years after Robin's death himself, Maid Marian, Skittery (back then known as Will Stutley), and a handful of other vampires travelled to America. Hundreds of years later Christopher Columbus found the continent of America, well the Indies at first...Now Spot, Skitts, and Marian (Shasta) never let on about their true ages. The only other vampire who was older than the three was Charlie, the former Sheriff of Nottingham, and now a close friend to the vampires.
"The results are in people, sit down and shut up!" Hissed Racetrack Higgins as he sat down beside Blink. The vampires were all crowded in Trench's attic, all hoping the floor wouldn't cave in on them.
"Hold on, before we start," Floaty exclaimed standing, she reached into her duster's pocket and took out her wand, "aholdius barfomulenus unfallous!" She whispered loudly, she sent her energy and magic up into the wand causing it to glow bright gold, then sent the magic into the floor to make the floor stronger so it wouldn't cave in...Until everyone was safely in their rooms or on Neutral Grounds. "Ok, now you can read," Floaty smiled.
"Smooth move, sis," Jo smiled to her sister; the two sisters had been the daughters of Julius Ceasar and Cleopatra. How Floaty got her red her, however, was still a mystery to herself and Jo.
"What can I say?" Smiled Floaty, "I cast the spell when there's need."
"Alright here's the names of the five chosen females: 1. Floaty, 2. Jo, 3. Melinda, 4. Arts Laughlin, 5. Tanya," Race read off.
"ME?" Floaty hissed.
"And Me?" Jo asked, wide eyed.
"Dat shouldn't really be a shock to youse guys," whispered Blink to the two females, "Floats youse came up wid da plan for peace and set it in motion, Jo youse brave, helped Floats, and youse two ah natural born leadahs."
"I don't know how I am going to get away from Trench," Sighed Melinda as she stood up and walked a few feet away from the crate she had been sitting on. Her sandy brown hair was in a bun, she wore a black suit jacket, a white blouse with a 'v' neckline underneath, a knee lengthed black pleated skirt, tights, and black high heeled shoes. Her ocean blue eyes were slightly hidden under her small square glasses' lenses. "I'm his book keeper for Tasara's sake!"
"I'll cover for you," offered Kirsten, Melinda's twin sister.
"Thanks, remember be tough, nod, don't be all over Trench, let him oogle you to keep his trap shut and to keep him happy, and don't flirt, check out, or even glance at any males making deals with Trench. He gets jealous easily."
"I still say the male deserved to be castrated," Jo exclaimed, rolling her eyes. He had already proposed to her three times tonight. The record of marriage proposals in one night from him to her was twelve.
Floaty smirked, "he's going to be worse than castrated if all goes right."
Jo laughed, "yea, oh to be human again, human again, human again," she sang, reminded of that Beauty and the Beast song.
Floaty paused when her phone binged, she took the small black and orange Samsung Slider phone from her pocket and saw she received a text message. She pressed the key and read it, "we got the result on the males too. Spot, Skitts, Creepy, Knuckles, and Specs."
"That means we all get our men!" Melinda smiled, she had a large crush on Skitts; there was something about that male that made her weak at the knees. She wondered for a moment what Skitts would think if he ever found out she had once been Doc Holliday's girlfriend, Big Nosed Kate.
"Not all of us," muttered Tanya, "there is no way I'm dating Creepy. Specs or Knuckles, fine."
"I'm not dating Creepy!" Hissed Arts.
"This isn't pick and choose!" Floaty exclaimed, "this is peace we're talking about. Sacrifices have to be made, ok so Creepy isn't your cup of tea! If it doesn't work after you both tried then you can see if another male would date you or you can come back home. You all have to remember Creepy has been through a lot..."
Jo nodded, "he was in Andersonville, a Raider nearly killed him."
"In fact he was accused of being one of Raiders' ring leaders and he was nearly hung alongside with them until a twelve year old drummer finally spoke up and said he was one of the Raider's victims, not a ring leader," Floaty finished.
"Poor guy," frowned Melinda.
Arts sighed, "well, I'll try to get along with him then. I'll really try. I mean that too."
"So, are da females over dere excited?" Spot asked Floaty, watching as the red head sat across him at Diomedes, she was snacking on sweet pickles.
Floaty paused and took a quick sip of her water, then nodded while she swallowed. "Sure are, I texted you the list of the chosen females, so...I guess we're dating now," she smiled.
Spot beamed, "Ise dont mind dat none, I'se know Jacky-Boys estatic," he commented looking over at Jack who had an arm wrapped around Jo's waist, he was hugging her close. Jack was really Morgan Earp, he hadn't been killed after the O.K. Corral Gunfight like many thought; he had actually learned that the sunlight hurt him and he had been forced into hiding in a cellar until night time. Apparently his wife wasn't a very 'humane' person.
"Skitts looks like he's about to either die from happiness or just worship the ground Melinda walks on," Floaty commented with a raised eyebrow. Spot looked over and laughed.
Jo smiled to Jack, "wow...You were really Morgan Earp."
"Yep," replied Jack with a smile, "I'se look a lot different since da pictuah of me was taken. Da camera always made me look old," he wrinkled his nose, "so I'se grew me hair out and found Spot's clan an' joined, since den Spot, Skitts, and meself have been best friends. So who were youse actually?"
"My real name was Aphrodite, my dad, Julius Ceasar, named me that when I was five he said I was the most beautiful little girl in all oll of Greece and Egypt," Jo smiled, "I changed my nickname to Jockey, then shortened it to Jo about hundred years ago, mostly just to piss off Trench."
"So da name Aphrodite-Rah suits ya," smiled Jack, "what about Floats?"
"Her real name is Athena," Jo replied, "sometimes I wonder if she really is the Goddess of War and Wisdom. Well, not really the war part since she despises war, but she's really smart. I thought her peace plan was kind of...Well...Not ever going to start or even be able to start, she proved me wrong."
"Did youse dad name both of ya?"
"Yes," replied Jo, "our mother gave us names too, my mother's name for me was Anck Su Namun, Floaty's was Nefertiri."
"So youse two were the Princesses of Egypt," exclaimed Jack, wide eyed.
"Yea," Jo chuckled, "and Greece. Sometimes we still go by our Egyptain and Greek names. Not often, but sometimes."
"What did Trench think of youse two when he first met youse both?"
"Well, according to Floaty he fell for me the second he saw me. We met in a tavern," she exclaimed with a shrug, "when he saw Floaty I think he saw power of knowledge as well as beauty as well." She paused and her eyes saddened, "she almost died when he finished changing her...she was so...So close to death. I remember shrieking and crying, begging for her to live and wanting to stake Trench right through the heart...My little sister..." she paused.
"Then," she continued, "Trench yelled at me to shut up and stay calm, he sent the tavern boy out to some address and brought back an old man. When I saw the old man I was wondering what he could do for my sister, he was old, gaunt, and looked like he should have been dead years ago, only through all that in a way he looked...Healthy. It was then I learned he was Merlin, King Arthur's Merlin, the most powerful wizard ever, from what I hear he's still alive today. I'm not sure if that's true or not, Floaty wont tell me, but anyway, he took my sister and vanished with her, literally. I didn't see again for...God," Jo whispered, "fifty...seventy years. I thought for sure my sister was dead. Those years," she whispered shaking her head, "they were unbearable...Then one day years later in America I was about to be pounced on by a cougar when this gold light beam shot out of nowhere and there stood my sister, staff and all."
"I'se thought she was only gone for a few days or weeks," Frowned Jack, "Dat's what we'se were told."
"That's what we tell people," Jo replied, "we don't want anyone feeling sorry for us."
Jack nodded.
Trench sat at his long black wooden desk in his office going over his monthly earnings with 'Melinda,' "how much has the Rainbow Inn brought in this past month, Melinda?"
Kirsten looked up, she had worn a bit of extra make up to hide the birth mark near her right ear that was in shape of a tear drop so Trench didn't know she wasn't Melinda, "three thousand dollars, it seems it's very popular amongst the tourists. Perhaps you inviting Chef Ramsee to eat there was the best thing you could have ever done for the resteraunt."
Trench nodded, "I believe it was, or Earl would be out of a job." Earl was one of Trench's employees and a gangster, he wasn't very smart, yet he was terrified of Trench knowing what Trench would do to him after one slip up.
"Chef Ramsee seemed impressed with the cooking," Kirsten replied.
"You're very chatty today, Melinda," smiled Trench, "I like this side of you."
Oh shit, Kirsten thought to herself, he's going to know who I am if I don't answer this next thing right!
"I'm just a little hyper, I had the A positive blood that's been sitting in my fridge for a few months."
"Perhaps you and I should...Be hyper some place else?" Trench asked, giving a smile that most human women and vampire females fell head over heels for.
"No thank you, sir, you remember I don't date," Kirsten replied.
"Ah, well, at least I tried," Trench smiled, his dark brown eyes showed no thoughts of suspicions that he wasn't talking to Melinda. Thank Tasara! Thought Kirsten.