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Sometimes, I think witches really exist.
No, really.
I swear I do.
Like… when you know you put your keys on the table, but despites how much you look and look, they never appear? Witches. Or freaky poltergeist working for the witches, anyway.
Or when you feel someone staring at your back, but you only have a wall on your back?
Witches! … Or stalker.
Anyway! I'm going off the point. Sorry.
First of all, I should introduce myself.
Hi! I'm Tallulah McKoy, I'm 21 years old, tall when I wear heels, but not a midget without them, with long red hair that curls somewhere around my ears, and the other thing I love about me are my legs. They long, lean and… well, if you go by Mark's words (who is my ex boyfriend, mind you), too sexy to wear skirts with if I don´t want to cause mayhem. I'm proud of them, and that's why I love to wear shorts. However, I don´t like my belly too much, or my arms. I'm not a skinny bitch, and I always had a thing with that. Being fat, I mean. So I hate bikinis, for example.
I'm a drop out of collage, where I was studying sports journalism while I was working on a mechanic's shop. I met my last three ex's there, which I think it's why they didn´t last. I'm so not blaming it on me and my patron to get bored easily. And I met a cute blonde boy and his brunette friend too, who, after some time of chatting trough IM and SMS and phone calls –becoming two of my best friends in the world, and yes I know I trust people too easily when it's about friendship-, offered me the job of a lifetime.
Well… at least that's how they put it.
I was going to be the wonderful reporter for the new tour of the band Blondie was managing and Brunette-y was photographing, a pretty big band for what I heard. And it seemed great, I swear; I was going to write a book, I was going to write a book about them. What else would a girl studying for reporter want, right? Full pay jet set life of some sort, great money… oh, and yeah, I had to leave school. But I could deal with that, seriously.
And it wasn´t something really hard to do, because I wasn´t really comfortable with university. So I accepted without really thinking, and found myself behind the tour of pop band extraordinaire McFly.
It was fun, and I got used to it quickly. I mean, there were some things I wasn´t used to, and some things I really didn´t like –like following to their interviews and keep it all in my mind so I could write about it later-. But I could deal with it.
I could deal with everything, actually. From Danny's thickness, to Harry's pervert antics, to Tom act all lovey-dovey with his fiancée, to Dougie's Guitar Hero, to Maggie, Danny's wife, trying to cook. Everything.
Well…
Everything except this.
I squealed when I felt something slid past my thighs.
"Tall, are you ok?!" Dougie, who was in front of me, asked scared. I could almost feel his smirk from behind. I swear I could.
"That wasn´t a ghost." Harry, Asshole extraordinaire said from my back, putting his hands on my waist.
"Yvette!" I exclaimed. Everyone had stopped with my squeal, so I slapped hard his hand out of me and moved past some cameramen and Danny and Dougie to the front of the line, trying not to touch the dirty walls of an ancient dungeon.
I'm sure you're wondering where the hell I was that had a dungeons and ghosts in. Well… you should know by now. Doesn't Yvette tell you enough?
Don´t tell me you don´t know Yvette Fielding! You are deranged. She's that weird lady of Ghost Hunting. Does it ring the bell now?
Well, then where do you think I would be, huh?
Just fucking GHOST HUNTING!!
And not only with perfect boy number one (who is Harry, if you were wondering, and I say it with as much sarcasm as you can mustered in a word) and the whole McFly, but Busted too. Some… pop bands glory revival or so.
And me, who wasn´t a pop star at all. I didn´t have the slightest clue what the hell I was doing there, but they had forced me to go –they being Mike and Fletch-. It was part of the tour (a blatant lie) and I needed to experienced it myself to explain it. Or that was their excuse, anyway. When I said I didn´t need to get in the stage to write, Fletch and Mike, Blondie and Brunette-y Extraordinaire, just smirked and nodded.
Fuck. I should learn to keep my mind shut.
"What's wrong? Do you want to go to the cab?" Yvette's calm voice said to me. I glared at her. I so wasn´t a coward like this supposedly men!
"No!" I snapped. "I want to go in the front. Can I?"
"Of course." She said, probably excited someone accepted her invitations apart from Danny. I walked briskly trough the hallway, the dark space of rocks on the dungeons of the Leap Castle. We were in the hidden dungeon now, and it was quite a scary place with the lights on. We kept walking until Yvette thought it was good to stop.
"Tallulah, do you want to make contact?"
I picture me, and my finger, touching with E.T.'s long bonny finger and I snickered. "Sure, why not?"
"Because the ghost it's going to get turned on by you and then he's going to take you to his cubicle and rape you?" Harry offered from the back.
I glared at the dark. "Don´t blame the poor ghost of your desires. Isn't he the one who attacked viciously if provoked?" I said to no one in particular. Then, I turned to the boy holding the camera that had just being pointing a little low of my head. "This gets edit, right?"
He nodded, but I was sure his eyes were on my legs. Great! I'm surrounded by perverts!
"Can anybody hear me?" I said out loud, surprising everyone. Nothing happened. "If you hear me, please knock!" I exclaimed. Again, nothing happened. "Come on! Please?" I asked. James Bourne laughed in the back. "He's laughing at you, I swear!"
Then, the most scaring thing happened.
I saw Harry's face without make-up on.
…
Fine.
Well, no, not that.
But a loud knock in front of us, and then silence. I knew for sure there was nothing right in front of us but a wall. And instead of being scared, I was thrilled. I wanted to see. I took one step toward the noise, but stopped as soon as it started again.
"It wasn´t at you!" James exclaimed suddenly, and I couldn´t help but burst out laughing. What the hell?! I laughed so hard I tried to get my balance by grabbing the wall, but I didn´t reach it and I ended up falling on my butt.
Believe me, it's not a pretty thing to have your butt (and your really tiny lace thong) completely wet with god knows what and your legs too because you're wearing shorts.
"KYAAA. Take them off, take them off!!!" I yelled when I feel something moving trough the thin cloth of my jean shorts. Some of them started to yell when I did it. And that made me yelled harder.
Until someone yanked me off the floor and into a pair of strong, fit, muscular arms.
"Oh." I said when my head bumped into his.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked really near my ear. I felt goose bumps over my arms and a thrilling sensation all over my body.
What the hell?
I wasn´t supposed to have thrills over Harry.
"Yeah…"
When I looked up toward Yvette, wondering how the hell Harry had walked to me so fast, since now he was standing in the front with me on his arms, I saw her trying hard not to laugh. Surely I was a mess and I was going to be on you-tube like this… Funny how the thing it mattered to me the most was my hair and not whose arms I was on.
"Well, Tallulah here did her first contact." Yvette chirped. "Are you ready to go on?"
I was starting to hate her, really.
She took us to the ballroom and made us sat on the floor. Yvette explained what was going to happened now. She was going to take us in groups and make us stay all by ourselves on some of the places in the castle, and make us wait for some time.
"I'm taking Matt and Danny first." Yvette announced, and both boys went behind her saying her farewells. She left us alone with the three cameramen that were going to go with each group.
"I swear, if she wants to take me to the ubliete, I'm going to ran away to the other side." James announced in a low voice. He was cute. Did I mention that? Yeap, cute. We had talked a lot while we wait for everything to start, and he was also funny. Not the kind of member of a boy band I thought they would be.
Cool.
"It's oubliette." I corrected. It was easier to do that than to actually think on what was going on.
… I know I could have found a way to get away of this, really, I could. But it was the perfect excuse to get away of my own thoughts. I didn´t need to cry, right? Not again. It was stupid and once was more than enough for my own ego.
"Oh, shut up. It's your fault the ghost wants me dead." He stated, but his voice sound as if he was laughing inside.
I laughed.
Just so you know and you get some background, Harry hadn´t let go of me, and I was sitting between his legs, with his arms around my waist. I didn´t complain, though, because, actually this whole place was really spooky. And this way the only thing moving down my back would be his member and I'm not worried about it now.
"Where do you think she's taking us?" Dougie asked in a whisper. I had heard him muttering to himself I don´t know why I'm here again, I don´t know why I'm here again, OH FUCK WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! before, so I knew he didn´t like this. I felt sorry for him.
Well… No, not really.
"Well… If we say Yvette took them to the oubliette, then we have the bloody chapel, the dungeons, and the dinner room." Charlie explained. I had had one too many psychology curses to know he was trying to act cool to cover what he was really feeling. Like me. Except I was so morbidly interested and curious for this things, it's not even funny.
"I'm not going to go to the dinner room." Tom said.
"Why not?" I asked, moving a little out of Harry's arms. I was starting to feel uncomfortable because million of people in the entire world were going to see that. "I mean, " I added when everyone looked at me as if I was more than stupid. "- it's a cool place. So many possibilities of seeing ghost…"
"I'm not going with you either." James and Tom said at the same time.
"Oh, grew a pair. I'm going to ask her to take me alone, since you're so chicken to go there." I said like a bratty kid. I smirked.
"Asked her that, and when we get a corpse instead of your hot body, then I'm going to laugh." James nodded.
"You would get a body anyway. But… Does that mean you think I'm hot?" I asked with intension. He looked surprised until he realized his mistake.
"I meant warm! Warm body. As in, already cold and dead." He corrected.
"Fine, fine." I grinned. That was when Yvette came, and took Dougie and James first, and, some minutes later, Charlie and Tom, leaving me, poor, poor me, and pervert, pervert Harry alone. Yvette went for us a while later. We started walking trough the castle, all through it toward the Chapel. But she didn´t stopped there, and dragged us to the oubliette. Harry was tense, but, in fact, I was worst than him. But I had never being able to accept I could be scare of things. I had to pretend. Yvette leaved us there, saying she was coming for us in less than twenty minutes, and abandoned us without light.
We stayed in silence for so long, I started to get anxious, and I moved toward the place I thought Harry was.
I found the wall.
"Ouch!" I complained, falling back from the strong force with which I hit it. He caught me, or at least that's what I supposed.
"Are you ok?" He asked smirking. "Why do you keep falling? It's your way of saying you're in love with me?"
"No!" I yelled. Right after that, a knock silenced us. I was so scared I didn´t think, and I hugged Harry.
Slowly, he put his arms around my waist, putting me to him. He was shaking too. "It's ok…"
We sat on the floor where it wasn´t wet, and made up conversation to not hear the noises. We were next to each other, practically crashed together, and the noises continued. Like chains against the door or the floor, and wind. When I was starting to think they were letting us here far too long, I heard him.
"I'm scared." He confessed.
Harry, not the ghost.
"I'm scared too… And I really would like to see Mister Ghost here."
Harry laughed softly. "You're something else."
"Come on, aren't you interested? Is he big, short? Mister Ghost?" I laughed.
And then…
I'm never going to be sure what the hell that was, but someone or something whispered back to us. "It's Teige O'Carroll, actually."
We didn´t think much.
We started yelling and we ran away of that place, passing in front of a surprised Yvette, but we didn´t stopped until we reached the cab. And then I collapsed.
Of laughter.
"That was amazing!!" I yelled, rolling over the grass. It was just so funny.
But it didn´t finished. I was still needed to get inside the cab, get filmed, and talked about my experience. I would love to know how that's in my contract, because I'm quite sure it wasn´t stipulated. And besides, what should I say? "You know… I kinda freaked out there, by ourselves, but Harry was quite good, and I think I'm having a thing for him?". Yeah right.
Not that I'm having a thing for him, but that sounds like something I could totally say.
The man inside the cab, the shrink, I don´t remember his name, talked to all the boys, while they laughed out loud and joked as if they weren't scared the psycho ghost from downstairs would kill them or eat them.
HAH!
I almost snorted when James said he was just a little scared. He glared at me, but instead, arched an eyebrow quite sexily and smirked. "Well, I wasn´t the one with something to entertain myself." He said with full intension. My glare was worst than his.
After a while, Yvette announced we were going to our next stage, and we went to the buses of the show. I grabbed my laptop and started updating my blog with stupid stories about this and that. I couldn´t say the boys' real names because I wasn´t that much of a bitch, but instead, I called them D, T, Do, and H. And the Busted boys were now J, C and M. When you see it like that, they're even cooler than McFly in their initials.
Next place to visit was St. Michan's Church, the only parish church in Dublin north of the River Liffey. It was a place I had always wanted to go to, but never had the chance. Yvette paired us up again in our way to the vaults under the church, and as we approached the long narrow galleries containing the coffins trough a dark stone stairway, I didn´t hesitate in graving Dougie's, the boy at my side, hand in mine.
The galleries stretched before us, and the coffins in display were a spooky sight. Dougie was too scared for his own good.
"It would be ok." I assured him, nodding. "Come on." We were on the back, and Yvette has guided us to one of the open galleries, to see the gruesome remains of two women and two men in open coffins, covered with dirt and dust. I turned around, still with Dougie's hand on mine. It was so… horror-movie-esque.
In the other galleries, and all trough the place were coffins scattered haphazardly, bursting at the seams with an arm or a leg sticking out.
"Are you scare, baby?" Harry said in a really low voice to me from behind me. I decided to ignore him, hearing weird noises and some whispering. I was getting scared, more than before, and it didn´t help the sight in front of us.
Three of the coffins laid in a row, a woman, a man without a hand and with both feet cut off, and a nun. I was so curious, thinking of how the nun would have ended next to someone who was either a thief, or not really cared for by the one burring him. Yvette explained that the coffin along the rear wall was known as that of the Crusader, and he had his body cut in half so he would fit into the coffin. He had one of his hands lifted in the air, right next to where I was standing, with Doug at my other side. I wanted to touch it, to see how it felt, but didn´t reached it.
Instead, someone intertwined their fingers with mine. For a moment, I thought the Crusader had waked up and choose his bride, and I was going to be need in the Averno to marry him.
Until I realized it was just Harry.
But he didn´t even looked at me or made any motion of what he was doing. He kept facing the front, with Charlie at his side, and the only thing he did was take one step behind, so our hands would be hide from others. It was something so Harry-esque…
This time, we didn´t experienced nothing except for the murmuring and the sounds of things being dragged across the floor.
We got inside the buses again after the mandatory talk with the shrink, and this time, we went to London. It was dark by now, and I was really tired. But I couldn´t sleep (only the little less than two hours against James' shoulder, with Dougie's head on my lap in the back of the bus where we were supposing to be playing poker). I felt Harry's eyes on me even when I was sleeping, and it made me… anxious. It was more than clear he wanted me in a pure sexual way. But the way he looked at me since that time in the backstage of their concert… He looked at me as Edward… No, no Edward. He looked at me as James would look at Bella. From Twilight. As if he was going to eat her whole.
The last stop was a London Ghost Walk, with the one and only, Richard Jones. I had read almost all of his books, and I loved him. That had being the thought keeping me able to endure the whole day.
"I'm going to meet Richard Jones, I'm going to meet Richard Jones." I chirped as I walked out of the bus. The boys mocked me, but I just ignored them, resisting the sudden urge to hug the man wearing a black cloak in front of me.
Richard Jones…
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD…
Ok, stalker-y fan girl enough.
"I'm your biggest fan." I blurted out, laughing softly when he looked at me surprised.
"It's always great to meet a pretty fan." He joked. I had Harry at my back right there, glaring at Richard Jones.
He couldn´t say a thing because Yvette interrupted us as the filming started with an introduction. Then we walked to the Blackfriars Underground Station. But I was too thrilled by Richard Jones to actually care about what we were doing. Jack the Ripper, Dick Turpin, Shakespeare, the Pendle Witches, the Witch Finder General Matthew Hokins… Every single one of them went past me without scaring me. I was bewitched by the story-telling of this man. We walked past the House of Detention in Clerkenwell, the Clink Prison Museum in Shouthwark ad the Viaduct Tavern on Newgate Street. It was fantastic.
When it ended, I wanted more. I think I was the only one. Dougie, James and Tom had decided they wanted to get in the cad faster than the real tour, and soon after our third hearing of weird things and Danny getting touched by something, he followed them. So in the end there was only Yvette, Richard, Harry, Charlie, Matt and me.
I was so happy I skipped back to the cab.
"Ok, you're crazy." James stated, and I just smiled.
"Probably." I joked, sticking my tongue out at him. "And you're only talking 'cause you're a chicken!" I laughed. "I'm going to dress like a witch and haunt your dreams!" I stated, jumping like the Witches in Macbeth without caring I was not only being filmed, but also stared at by a somewhat large audience.
"I wouldn't mind having you haunting my dreams." Guess who said!
"Well, too bad. I do mind."
Yvette asked us to get inside the cab (I don´t have the foggiest how did they manage to get us all inside it… Maybe it was like the bag of Mary Poppins?), and did the last interview. Then the producer took us to the one of the alleys were Jack the Ripper had killed prostitutes, and asked out opinions about the whole deal one by one. This time, I didn´t care to be filmed, and I smiled all the time, talking about how much I was scared, but how much I loved and how much of a great story-teller Richard Jones was and just how much I would love to do it again.
And then, we were finished.
I didn´t go too far when I had James and Harry attached to me.
"What do you say, huh?" James started, acting sexily.
"About what?" I wondered, ignoring his arms on my shoulders and Harry's arms on my waist. Seriously, these two were really horny. Maybe they took Viagra instead of their happy emo pills this morning?
"You, us, together…" Harry purred. I admit it this time, it did turn me on. But I blame to my asshole of an ex boyfriend for leaving me last week. Can you tell me what kind of a bloody excuse is I think I have… herpes!? When I know he doesn´t!! Bastard.
I pretend to think it carefully, and then smirked at both of them, licking my lips sensually.
And then I started to sing. "Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Double, double toil and trouble, something wicked this way comes!" I said, and then pushed them apart and started jumping in circles, and running like the witches in the play. I kept on singing, ignoring the weird glances, skipping and jumping and dancing.
"Why again did Fletch hired a crazy woman?" Danny asked, tilting his head to the side, watching me. I only smirked and sang lauder.
"I know why." Charlie stated with shinny eyes full of mischief. I sang a little softly just to hear his explication. "Because she's hot and couldn´t say no! I mean, look at her legs! If she keeps jumping like that, you might see her-… Hey!!!"
I stopped grinning, right-shoe-less.
Because I had threw it to his head with perfect aim.
Hehe.
"Were you saying?" I smirked.
"Cat, you're a shrew." James said, pointing at me with a finger.
"Go find a sidekick, James. Like Robert Ford."
"Are you calling me Jesse James?"
"Nope. I'm saying that you're nuts." I smirked. And I know it didn´t haven't much sense.
But… all in all.
It wasn´t a bad day. I didn´t think about what I didn´t want to think about.
Maybe I can start to like this a little more.
Or at least not want to kill them for being such a guys every once in a while.
Like… once a week?
…
Yeah, that's perfect.
So.... A little more clearer now?? Hehehe.
I like this chapter, I don´t know why because it's not my best writing. But it's cute, right? Riiiiiiiiiight???
Next chapter up tomorrow, probably, if you all review a lot -and read my other stories! yeap, taht too XD-.
Thanks a lot to mcflygirl3 -here you have, more and more for you!-, Alexis Gage -it's a little more clear now? Or I just confused everything more?? XD Oh! And I'm reading the first part of the trilogy, and today I'll review. It's really great!-, Arizona Alexander -Did I clear something?? Glad you like it!!!-, Fletcher x -Now I can tell D is Danny, actually hahahahaha-, and PrincessJellyBabies -Hopefully, now you can understand one of the first previews I sent! The one with the ghost, the witches and the dungeons XD-. I love you all, you rock!!! And I'll give you all virtual oreos and blueberry pies because you deserve them!!
Oh! I just remembered.... I'm doing a one shot about Danny -all PrincessJellyBabies inspiration, actaully-, so if any of you wants to read the first part and tell me what you think, just send me your email, or an email to my email that's on my profile XD.
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