SORRY! this isn't actually an update! I just realized I left the song verse out! but chapter 4 is going pretty dam smoothly!
CONFETION 1: the fallowing chapter illiterates pretty accurately how I got directions in France, Spain, and Italy when I went on holiday with my friends last summer!
CONFETION 2: while Fallowing is great, I like reviews better!
CONFETION 3: I have no Idea who I'm going to do with America in this story! Helpful suggestions are helpful!
CONFETION 4: My boyfriend is from Scotland and he calls every one Darling or Sonny, so that is why Scotland keeps calling people Darling!
CONFETION 5: Scottish accents do to me what British accents do to most other girls
CONFETION 6: My name is also Miranda! (my friends and I named all our OCs after each other so it would be easy to remember!)
CONFETION 7: My older brother's name is Antonio, and he just had a daughter and named Flora!
CONFETION 8: My 2nd Middle name is Frances and my younger brother's name is Arthur, and we fight all the time! My first middle name is Rachel
CONFETION 9 My mom is actually from France, but all her children have Spanish and/or English names!
CONFETION 10: My spirit pokemon is a Murcrow!
CONFETION 11: I've had a shot of sake, it was very delicious!
CONFETION 12: I'm 17 and a legal resident of Texas, witch makes that last statement illegal unless you take into account that Texas has a loop hole law that states that as long as a child under the legal drinking age is on the property of a consenting parent/guardian and that parent/guardian is some were on the property it is completely legal!
CONFETION 13: My GPS is programmed to talk like Darra O'Brean from Mock the Week
CONFERION 14: I'm not completely sure that's how you spell Darra O'Brean, but I'm too lazy to look it up!
That is all!
Go to sleep, ya little baby
Go to sleep, ya little baby,
ya mama's gone away, and your daddy's gonna stay
didn't leave nobody but the baby
"Um, Excuse me?" Francis looked up at a girl, obviously American, with long light brown hair and silver eyes, she was wearing a dark blue very low cut and tight fitting V-neck shirt that practically screamed "I have huge boobs look at my cleavage!" and a pair of boot-cut jeans in the middle of spring…so she was a southerner! "Do you speak English?" she asked, leaning forward so the Frenchman could see even farther down his shirt.
"Well, indeed I do!" Francis replied, most tourists he would have brushed off but she could prove to be quite a nice meal! "Can I help you with something?"
"Um, yes me and my sister got a little lost!" she laughed nervously, idly playing with a lock of her hair. "We were supposed to meet a few relatives of ours at a café, and for the love of God we just can't find it! You'd think we'd be used to confusing cities what with us being from Dallas and all!"
"Oh, please!" Francis laughed deciding to play along "You're much to sweet to be from Dallas, you're odiously from Fort Worth*!"
The girl laughed.
Arthur snorted, he wasn't completely unused to Francis's constant flirting, he understood that it was how he trapped his prey, but it astounded him, frankly, that he couldn't tell that the girl was trying to trap him as well.
Arthur had a gift -all vampires had some sort of gift- the ability to see a creature for what it actually was. You see, magical creatures could conceal their dark presence and appear human to everyone, even others of their kind, but Arthur could always see them for who -or what- they actually were, and Francis was currently flirting with a mermaid!
As harmless as the word "mermaid" sounds- what with the Disney movies and cute little stories floating about (no pun intended), they were blood thirsty flesh eaters and would most defiantly settle for vampire, even if it meant more of a fight.
So when Francis came prancing back to the table brandishing a slip of paper with a number scribbled on it and announced that he had just found dinner Arthur was more than ready to shoot him down.
"Pick again!" he snapped. "She was a mermaid! Did you really think a normal human was capable of wielding her sexuality that effectively?"
"What are you talking about?" Francis laughed. "You know I only have eyes for you, mon amour!"
"Really?" Arthur replied. "Then what color were her eyes?"
"a solid D-cup -oh, wait I mean…"
"See!" Arthur snapped. "Pick again, she'll be dead before your hair gets wet!"
Francis laughed. He leaned over and kissed Arthur on the cheek, making him turn bright red, "it's sweat that you worry about me!"
"How are the children?" Arthur muttered trying to change the subject, he knew Francis had the ability to since their wear-abouts no matter how far they were, it was one of the many powers a Sire had over his Victims.
"Well, the boys are all doing fine, but Miranda's getting strangled by your older brother in a dog park!" Francis replied.
"What!" Arthur yelled. "We have to do something!"
"Like what? I don't like it either, but she's across the ocean in America, there's no way we can intervene!" Francis replied. There was a slight pause before Francis got another idea "Well there's one way, but you won't tolerate it!" he snickered prodding Arthur's foot with his own.
"What the" gasp "hell" wheeze "man?" Miranda managed to get out as Ian choked the life out of here.
"Sorry, Darling, you're in league with a slayer! I can't in my good conscience let you live!" Ian laughed. "But don't worry! I'm being a lot more merciful than the others would be!"
flashback
Miranda had opted to be left on her own when Francis and Arthur finally left the mansion on the hill. A lot of time had passed. Her father was dead, her siblings had moved on, and her child hood house reduced to rubble, but she had been craving independence and freedom. She had envied the boys who had gone off on their own and done what they wanted.
So there she was, in a ghost town, standing on the door step of a house that no longer existed, looking for some sort of momentum to keep with her, something to remind her of the family she out lived.
Francis had cursed her with eternal youth, she would stay in her mid twenties her entire life, consequently she would out live everyone she would ever meet. She was drowning in that fact. She couldn't understand why Francis would do such a thing!
Suddenly a glint of black caught her eye, she walked over to it and picked up a small cross bead that had at one time belonged to her mother's rosary. She remembered her father always carried it with him, so he could remember his wife and the mother of his children, who had died from the Spanish flu when Miranda was still a young girl.
The bead almost felt heavy under the enormous amount of emotional weight it carried, serving as both a reminder of Miranda's mother and father.
She allowed herself to cry as the memory of her fathers stories hung heavy in the air, about the beautiful Italian woman with a firry temper, who pretended to be cruel but underneath the façade loved more than any other human being alive.
Miranda staggered out of the skeleton of the house and plopped down on the curb, she rested her head on her knees and wondered what exactly she was going to do. She sat like that for a long while before she felt a shadow fall over her.
She looked up quickly in surprise to see a man with silver hair and red eyes, with what looked to be a chick perched on his shoulder. "Well, well, well" her said slyly "looks like I just found myself a little lost birdie!"
end flashback
Miranda opened and closed her mouth like a dieing fish, she dug her finger nails into Ian's hands, drawing blood in a last ditch effort to get him to let go.
"You even killed one of us!" Ian hissed, ignoring the pain "That's an unforgivable offence!"
flashback again
"Were are we?" Miranda asked she looked around at the majestic red mountains, she had never seen anything like it!
"Arizona!" Gilbert replied, opening up the hood of his old beaten up truck revealing a large plume of white smoke. "God Dammit!"
"Move!" Miranda commanded, grabbing the wrench out of Gilbert's hands, she leaned over the hood and began to tinker with the engine.
"Hey! Be careful! We're Miles away from civilization, if you break it more we're going to die!" Gilbert snapped. "And that would be totally un-awesome!"
"Shut-up!" Miranda replied slamming the hood down. "Try it now!"
Gilbert sniffed and climbed into the drivers seat, very skeptical of the girl's mechanic skills considering that she couldn't even drive, he turned the key and low and behold the truck sprang to life. "That's amazing! How did you do that?"
"I'm just good at fixing stuff!" Miranda replied rubbing the geese from the motor onto her jeans before getting in on the passenger side and Gilbert drove away. "I had a lot of practice!"
"Oh, here we go!" Gilbert laughed reaching over to ruffle Miranda's hair, but she scoffed ducked out of the way "are you going to tell me a few happy memories about how the blood suckers were kind to you, so you don't feel there's a justified reason to kill them!"
"Well, yeah! I mean you don't see cows banding together and killing every human they come across!" Miranda replied.
"You would, if cows were as smart as vampire slayers!" Gilbert replied. He pulled the truck into the parking lot of a full service station.
"I thought you said we were miles away from civilization!" Miranda said warily.
"I'm not quite sure one gas station constitutes as civilization." Gilbert replied. "Besides, I'd rather not find out if you're a shit mechanic or not 12 miles outside Sedona with no food or water!" Miranda puffed out her cheeks and sulked, at the suggestion that her craftsmanship was anything less than extraordinary. "When you're done pouting, why don't you go inside and get something to dink?" Gilbert chuckled, holding a 5-dollar-bill in front of Miranda's face.
"Fine, maybe I will!" Miranda sighed snacking the money out of her travel companion's hand.
When she entered the store the fist thing she noticed was that it was very cold. Which was strange, considering nothing could get colder than about 70 in the middle of the summer, and it felt like it could have been about 40. Miranda ignored it and walked over to the cooler at the back of the room expecting to find something cold to drink, instead she found something much worse: a human arm, floating in about 6 pints of blood.
Miranda covered her mouth to muffle her sudden shriek of terror and jumped backwards, knocking over a flimsy shelf. Quickly recovering from her near panic attack, Miranda quickly shut the cooler right before a tall creaky man with jet black hair and a sinister stair entered the room.
"Can I help you?" he asked his voice was unsettlingly deep and way too smooth, which did little to help Miranda's growing since of dread.
"uh, I'm sorry, my friend and I are having a little car trouble, I was looking for a part, and I kind of knocked over your shelf, I'm sorry, I'll set everything back!" Miranda said, trying to cover her panic as best she could, she was starting to feel like a cornered animal, witch was fitting, considering what he was.
The man gave her a way too charming smile, showing his long fangs. "Don't worry about it!" he said, he moved over to her and set the shelf back upright, before placing a hand on the small of her back. "Now what can I help you find?"
"Oh, we should ask my friend, he's really the one who's good with cars!" she said, feeling very nervous at the close proximity. All Miranda really wanted to do was get as close to Gilbert as possible. This Vampire was different, scary- I mean, yes Francis could be very scary when he wanted to be, but this guy wasn't even trying and she already felt like a mouse in the lions den!
"Of course!" the man replied but he made no to leave. "May I ask you your name?"
"M-Miranda!" she muttered, realizing that he wasn't interested in letting her leave.
"Your eyes are very interesting!" the vampire replied. "Might I ask how it happened?"
That was when a handy bit of information came back to her, something Louis had told her back when they were young: "The scar on your neck signifies that you're Francis's property, most vampires will respect that and leave you alone"
"I already belong to some one!" she hissed filled with a new confidence, she pulled back the collar of her shirt, to revel the jagged pink scar on the crook of her neck.
The Vampire smiled in amusement. "I don't care!" the whispered, holding a shard finger nail against Miranda's throat. "rules are for the weak! I think you'll find that I'm nothing of the sort!"
Miranda narrowed her eyes at him, before bringing her foot up and kicking him as hard as she could in the stomach, sending him staggering back a few steps. He looked up at her with a mixture of shock and rage before he lunged.
She ducked out of the way, and made a break for the door, slamming into it with her shoulder with a loud THUD! Locked!
Miranda wasted no time, frantic to get away from the evil creature with an unhealthy interest in her, she kicked in the glass window and dove out. "Gilbert! Vampire!" she screamed, as she realized how stupid a plan that was, as a puddle of blood formed under her hip were the glass had sliced clean threw her flesh. She staggered to her feet, resolving to carry a knife with her from that moment on if she happened to survive, and staggered towards her friend, who had grabbed a big ass knife out of the truck bed. She didn't need to turn around to know that the vampire had recovered from his tumble in the motor oil cans, and was gaining on her, very quickly.
Suddenly Gilbert up and threw the hunters knife. In her dizzy haze Miranda was surprised she managed to catch it, she spun on her heels and sank the knife straight into the Vampire's heart, right as he reached out to gab her. His contorted into an expression of intense pain and he let out an inhuman shriek as he dissolved into dust and blew away with the wind.
Miranda collapsed out of both relief and blood loss. "hospital!" she murmured.
end flashback
"Self -Defense!" Miranda choked, she wondered were everyone was, she could have sworn the park was teeming with people just a moment ago, why had they all disappeared the moment Ian attacked.
"That's enough!" a familiar and very welcome voice commanded. Ian immediately released his hold on Miranda's throat. Though he didn't move from is position as the girl gasped for breath. "What's the meaning of this?" Bridget snapped, though the little white parasol she was holding really took away from her threatening demeanor.
"I was taking care of the trader!" Ian hissed, he sounded like a small child, who had just been caught smashing the dinner plates.
"I gave you no such order!" Bridget snapped grabbing Ian by the collar. "explain yourself!" Unfortunately for Ian, he didn't have an answer, so he just refrained from making eye contact with his unhappy master. Bridget's ghostly green eyes grew cold and hard. "You thought you were in the dog house before!" she said lowly her eyes narrowing. "but I'll deal with you later!" she muttered pushing him down and turning to Miranda. "I haven't seen you in a while!" she said sweetly, the sudden change of tone was enough to give a person whiplash. "How have you been, dear?"
"Lately?" Miranda chuckled. "on the edge!"
"Good way to live, well, I guess not considering the circumstances!" Bridget laughed, helping Miranda to her feet. "So, were do you live? I'll walk you home!"
