Chapter 2 is up and as with all my fictions, it will updated randomly. In this chapter of "La Lune" you will find homework, one bored Eylon, an intruder and a kiss.
I've only watched one episode of WITCH... as you hard-core fans have probably noted by now. The rest of my knowledge came when reading other fictions of WITCH. Hey listen, if it's not your style, no one's keepin' you here.
Writing romances isn't really my style, but I found that I can write a mean fluff piece... Something's wrong with CJzilla. Anywho enjoy.
As CJzilla walks through an exploding power plant, alls I have to say is this: R&R you happy-go-lucky motherhopers! Flame me or fluff, love me or hate me, I don't give a care!
Irma found her pencil moving over her algebra homework and found the math actually sinking in this time. She'd better get above a B for this.
After getting some understanding from an evil villain, Irma was ready to take another shot at organization. Who would have thought that Lord Cedric was a pawn of the moon too? But his inclination was that of a better one.
Irma had just flirted with the guy! And evilly too!
She'd feel guilty and embarrassed about it later, but for now she could blame the moon for it.
As she and her prince swayed to the gentle music, and he dipped her, Irma could place a face on her knight.
As she rose, she looked into the warm blue eyes of Lord Cedric. Taking her hand in his, Cedric would lead her around the dance-floor as they grooved. Gliding to the center of the floor, Cedric would stop the waltz and look Irma in the eye. Smiling at her, he'd keep his eyes to her, reassuring her that he'd always be there for her. Understanding imitated from his blue eyes and…. a little love. Irma would smile back at him, excepting his offer of understanding and love. Then after a long second of an inaudible conversation, Cedric and Irma would lean in. Faces inches apart, lips coming in for a torrid kiss-
"Hey Irma?" the Water Guardian was dropped out of her world by the sound of Queen Elyon's voice.
Irma turned her head to the voice.
"Hey," the Water Guardian smiled. "Shouldn't you be in bed? Queens need their beauty sleep."
Elyon scoffed, shaking her head.
"What are you doing out here?" Elyon inquired on a laugh. "You're clear out here in the fountains."
Irma smiled at the teenage queen.
"Algebra," she answered holding up her homework paper. "It's a spot where I can sit and think. If I get another C- my parents are gonna flip."
Elyon laughed.
"Homework," she flinched and sat next to Irma on the stone fountain. "Of the math kind… Can't say that I miss it."
Irma smiled at her but continued on her algebra in silence. But she did feel Elyon studying her just as hard as she was studying her math homework.
"So," the Meridian queen began, "did you find anything interesting in the dungeon tonight?"
The Water Guardian looked over at the girl queen, who held an amused smile at her. Inside, Irma was just short of panicking but she had to keep her cool. Lest Elyon would be alerted to her Cedric issue and tell the other guardians. Then Irma would never be able to live it down.
"As interesting as every other inspection your highness," Irma lied, coolly avoiding Elyon's eyes by going back to her homework.
Elyon groaned and chuckled.
"You know what I mean Irma!" the teenage queen swayed back as she laughed. "You've been going down to the dungeon for every visit you've made to Meridian. What in the world is so fascinating down there?!"
Irma smiled a sly smile at the queen.
"Oh," she drawled. "Nothing."
Elyon rolled her eyes.
"C'mon Irma!" she groaned. "Seriously! What do you like so much down there?"
Irma shrugged and went back to her algebra. What was not the question, 'who' was. The Water Guardian heard the teenage queen huff.
"I didn't want to have to do this Irma, but you leave me no choice," Elyon stood. "As ruler of Meridian and your queen, I command you to tell me what takes you to the dungeon everyday!"
Was Elyon getting less mature with every passing second? Yep, you be your sweet bipy she was. Irma stood and set her homework calmly down on her seat. She looked over Elyon's face, before her mouth cracked into a smile.
"Must you know your majesty?" Irma cocked her head at the girl queen.
Elyon looked at her like she was stupid.
"Yes!" she threw her hands in the air. "You are in the dungeon, the DUNGEON! Not much good can come from a prison filled with smelly evil people."
Still Irma was smiling. She was deciding whether of not to be totally truthful with Elyon or to be partially truthful…
"Interest," Irma heard herself say. "I go down there because I found someone of interest."
Elyon's eyes widened in both curiosity and trepidation. Irma watched the young queen chew on the matter. Then Elyon beamed an excited smile.
"You LIKE someone Irma?" she asked, eyebrows raised in wonder.
The third degree was getting old now.
"Kinda, but I know… He's not really my type," Irma answered.
"Oooh!" Elyon made a jump that Evil Caneval couldn't even do. "It's Raythor! The captain of the guards!"
Irma's mind went blank. Elyon spun on her foot in an excited circle, giggling all the way.
"I know!" she cheered. "He's so cute! With those rippling muscles, masculine features, sparkling green eyes and ever fashionable elf-ears!"
Let's not forget he breathes air! Irma was relieved that Elyon put someone other than Cedric in the spotlight.
"I know what I'll do!" Elyon then made another impressive jump. "I'll set you guys up! You are obviously too scared to talk to him. But you can't avoid talking to him when you two arelocked in some obscure closet."
This was not funny anymore.
"Uh, Elyon?" Irma tried to interrupt.
"Don't worry your little head about it Irma!" Elyon was in her own little movie. "I'll take care of everything. I am, after all, QUEEN. Raythor HAS TO obey me. I'll make it look like an accident. But you're gonna have to play along Irma. Somehow, you are going to have to get trapped in that closet…"
All right, now this was totally not funny anymore!
"Elyon! I mean, your majesty," Irma interrupted. "You don't have to do this. I'd like to take this slow-"
"Don't be ridiculous Irma," Elyon swatted Irma's objection like a fly. "I'm sure if Raythor knew how you felt about him, he'd return your feelings. It's just getting past the awkward introduction, and then this relationship will really take off."
Irma's mind froze again and she starred at Elyon like a deer in the headlights.
Just then, saving her social life for yet another time, Irma's cell phone rung. It was Hay Lin, the friend she was supposed to be staying with.
"Hey Hay Lin," Irma answered her cell phone, "boy am I glad you called."
"Why? What's wrong?" Hay Lin's voice took a concerned tone.
"Elyon," Irma whispered back, walking a few steps away from the Meridian queen. "You're calling late, what's up?"
"I forgot to give you a message for Elyon," the oriental wind guardian began, "but since she's there and giving you trouble, can I speak with her?"
Irma couldn't have asked for a better distraction.
"Here," she handed her cell phone to Elyon. "It's Hay Lin, she has something to say."
Elyon took the phone like it was the last glass of water in a dry desert world.
"HAY LIN!" the teenage queen squealed. "How are you?"
Irma could kiss Hay Lin for her timing. The Water Guardian sighed in relief and sat back down on the fountain to finish her homework.
As Irma listen to Elyon and Hay Lin rack up minuets on her calling plan, the water guardian caught something out of the corner of her eye. Down a seemingly empty hallway was a shadow that immediately disappeared when Irma turned her head. With the last attempt on Elyon's life being only being days before, Irma thought it best to investigate.
"Creepy shadow, aisle one," Irma hissed closing her algebra book.
Elyon was still jabbering away and even failed to notice Irma fly out of the room.
Irma turned the corner, hoping to catch the intruder, but all she got was a glimpse as the prowler disappeared into another hall. The Water Guardian zipped after the trespasser.
"There's no use in running!" Irma barked as she darted down the hallway.
She turned another corner and saw no one, only empty suits of armor. But Irma was sure she saw someone and that someone was hiding from her.
"Come out, come out wherever you are," she said in a sing-song voice, though she was really irate. "Come out and I promise I won't hurt you."
Yet another lie for the evening. Dang, that moon was not letting her off on this one.
The Water Guardian fluttered through the hall, passing a glare at each suit of armor. She dropped to her feet and carefully inspected each piece of armament. Irma could feel someone in the walkway, but couldn't pinpoint the intruder's position. Little did she know, that intruder was aiming for her.
As Irma came to the end of the hall, she decided on letting the guards know that someone was in the palace. There was no way a prowler could slip passed her, so this person was a huge threat.
Then, the hair on the back of her neck stood high. The water guardian spun around, only to look into Lord Cedric's blue eyes.
"Good evening Irma," he cooed, with a devastating smirk on his face.
"Cedric!" Irma gasped, taking a step back. "Touring hours are over and I'm afraid you're going to go back to your cell now."
She took a fighting stance, just daring Cedric to try something. But when he did nothing but shake his head at her, Irma wondered.
"What are you doing?" Irma asked stupidly cocking her head at him.
Lord Cedric looked up at her.
"I've come to say goodnight," he answered calmly.
Like "gangster-goodnight"? Like "long walk into night" goodnight?
With Irma left speechless, Cedric smiled at her. And in an instant, his mouth was over hers.
Irma was floored, and for a moment her mind went blank. It was only after she ever so slightly, moved her lips that she found out she wasn't dreaming. Lord Cedric's mouth was holding hers in a most tender way.
It was exciting, having such a powerful villain kiss her and know that he could kill her with just a slash of his claws. Yet, she could taste the control she had over him. The water guardian felt total power over the shape-shifter. Irma snaked her arms around Cedric's neck and… kissed him back.
She wondered if this is how it felt to be evil; to kiss someone and leech off of their power. It was like Irma was sucking out all of Cedric's will and converting it into his servitude. Was she turning from a Guardian of Meridian to a harpy? It was scary, but Irma liked it.
As Irma held Cedric close, she could feel his heart thump under his chest. She never did think that anything evil, especially those she had battled before, would have a heart. An organ just like hers that pumped blood through the body and could throb with love. Irma could feel Cedric's heart throb like never before.
The water guardian found a pattern in the game of life. To those who use the cross-walk, tip their waitresses and live by the law searched for their opposite. And to those who'd rather tear out the last page of a book and rob a little old lady would seek out the right side of life.
Good and evil, evil and good, they'd search out each other. Opposites attract.
Irma had put thought to this after she caught herself listening to a harder type of music and starring intensely at any villain that would pass her. Maybe she was looking for more badness, more evil in her life. Cedric had confided to her that she was a brightness that shone in the dark. So maybe he was looking for something better than evil.
Irma and Cedric found each other and were now feeding off of each other.
"Irma?" Cedric's lips parted from her for a moment.
Irma reached out for more of his sweet, sweet evil. She grasped his lips for another time, but he pulled away again.
"Is this what could be Irma?" Cedric asked. "You and I?"
The water guardian rested her head on his shoulder, her eyes still closed.
"Yes," Irma sighed out of bliss, "at least for four days out of the month."
She could feel Cedric's chest rise and fall with every breath he took.
"And afterwards?" the shape shifter inquired. "Will there be "us" when the moon is not full?"
Irma sighed again, still out of bliss.
"Look inside you Cedric," she returned. "What does it tell you?"
He paused, then Irma felt his chest jump in a chuckle.
"Then we better make these four days count Irma," Cedric told her. "Because come the next time we see each other, we'll be on the battle field."
Irma grinned.
"Mind you Lord Migraine," she kissed his neck. "I do love me a bad-boy and I've had my eye on you even when the moon is not full. But I'm not gonna blink to throw a punch at you."
Cedric chuckled again and captured her lips in a sweet peck.
"I'd be lying if my eyes have not strayed and my will not swayed by you Irma," he told her. "But that doesn't give you a free pass. You better watch yourself."
Irma grinned again.
"I wouldn't have it any other way Cedric," she stated.
She lifted her head up and captured his lips again. His kiss was like morphine, to numb the dullness in her life.
Irma would admit it; it was around this time with the moon that she was at her most volatile. It seemed like everyone was there to annoy her. She could feel their judging stares heat up her back when she turned to walk away. They wouldn't acknowledge that she had more than one setting. They all looked to good ol' Irma to liven up their dismal lives with a wisecrack or joke. And when she didn't they would sneer and accuse her of being grumpy.
Please.
Anymore Irma kept her humor to herself, only to reveal it when around those who were worthy of her charismatic attitude. And as a result, she was labeled as a recluse, an egotistic teenager with a rebellious streak. Like they could place such a label on her. Irma was many things but never could she be condensed into such muddy stereotype.
Cedric wrapped his arms around her waist and let her kiss him. To the hardened shape-shifter, the lips of this sea nymph were warm and added life to his black heart.
That's what Irma Lair was to him, a sea nymph. A mischievous fairy of the sea whose charms would lure sailors upon sharp rocks, thus sealing their doom. But Irma was not a just a simple fairy, Irma was Cedric's equivalent to Daphne.
Daphne, the beautiful and playful water nymph of earthen Greek mythology. Her allure lead a Grecian hero to fall in love with her. But the jealous gods sealed her into a tree, preventing the hero from ever loving her…
Such a sad tale, yet Daphne's charms hit home in Cedric's heart. Irma was Cedric's beautiful and playful water nymph that lured him dangerously close to evil ship-wreck. There were times the shape-shifter would have forsaken his evil ways just to be with her. Yet, Irma was always just out of his reach. But Cedric doubted whether it was really her that was fleeing from him, nor did believe her title as Water Guardian frighten him. Cedric feared that the problem lie deep down within himself.
Maybe, by observing her under the face of someone else, Cedric had figured that she was too good for him. Not that Irma ever alluded to his insecurity; Cedric just knew she deserved someone better. Someone who was human, someone who was hansom.
Cedric wrapped his arms tightly around Irma's frame. He could now see a light shine through his dismal blackened world and it was Irma. Even though they battled constantly in a most hostile way, Cedric believed that Irma kept him alive, kept him human. She kept him form transforming into the Darkness and thus disappearing. Cedric could love her for that.
And he kissed her back.
Cedric kissed her back, delighting the Water Guardian. Now she was tasting and feeling something else in his kiss. Cedric's lips had a flavor to them now. Instead of a dead hunger, Irma tasted sweetness. And a strength was in Cedric's kiss. It was foreign to her, yet it seemed familiar. Was this the rare and elusive kiss that spoke the person's heart? Was what Irma was tasting and feeling… love?
Then he let up and pulled away. Cedric must have known he had dazed Irma, because she made no action to continue the kiss. The shape-shifter opened his eyes and found Irma in a state of stupor. She looked so cute with her eyes half open and expression like she was dreaming. Cedric pecked her lips again, savoring her flavor like a fine wine.
"I have to leave now Irma," he told her, kissing her cheek. "By now, they must know I've escaped."
Irma sighed happily and bowed her head with a smile.
"I'll give you a head start Cedric," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him one last time.
She held his lips for a moment, before the Water Guardian released him.
"I'll see you around my little water nymph," Cedric whispered to her.
"Sayonara Lord Migraine," Irma grinned. "Until our next battle."
Cedric laughed.
"And la Lune brings us together again," he told her.
And with that he released her and dove out the nearest window.
Dang. I've never written something so syrupy! CJzilla now has to go rip apart a city to make up for it! R&R.