AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter should be done and up by Valentine's Day, which is a Monday this year. It's around 10pm here and it's Saturday, February 12, 2011 where I am right now. So, hopefully I will get this done. My apologies if this is a short chapter, and I thank everyone who will actually read this and won't just gloss over it and proceeding to the actual chapter. This chapter is in a new character's point of view. Just saying.
DISCLAIMER: Do I look like J.K. Rowling? *people point at Halloween costume* he he…that's my sister's…. I own only my OCs, no one else, oh, and the personalities, somewhat.
Chapter 13: Tabitha's Thoughts
She looked out of the top-story floor-length window, her ice-blue eyes watching the setting sun. Smiling, she watched the sky's darkening color erupt in gorgeous shades of violet, rose, and orange; she rarely had time to do such simple activities. She turned as the sun fully set over the horizon, leaving a myriad of colors shrouding the city.
As she turned, she caught her reflection in the vanity next to the windows. She saw a tired blonde-haired, icy blue eyed, 21 year old; nothing to marvel at, and yet she found herself being gawked at even with a notice-me-not charm applied. Of course she knew others saw her different than she saw herself. Others saw a young woman with golden hair that shone with the radiance of the sun, blue eyes that glowed with the intensity of the stars they mirrored occasionally, and skin that reflected the moonlight that only shone at night. Others watched her walk by, claiming she glowed, claiming her a child of the famed Goddess of Love, the lovely Aphrodite, if such a feat were possible. Her parents had chosen well when they named her. Tabitha meant beauty and grace from its original language.*
She offered her reflection a sardonic smirk. She went a corner, where she pulled a rope casually, causing dark purple curtains to fall over the floor-length windows, blocking the moon that shone down upon her.
Casually, she strolled to the center of the room and gracefully collapsed on the silky onyx colored bedding that layered her queen-sized bed. The sheets contrasted with her pale skin, blonde hair, and silver silk night-gown that only reached mid-thigh. Laying her head on a frost-rimmed obsidian silk covered pillow, she stared at her midnight-kissed bedroom
Her furniture was all made out of dark red cherry wood. It might not go too well, but she adored the color and insisted on it. Her bed frame had a canopy attached, where four charcoal curtains hung, ready to be drawn in order to give the bed's occupant privacy at a moment's notice. To the left of the bed was a door that led to her penthouse. Its handle was polished so the silver shone frostily in the darkness of her sanctuary. Across from her bed and slightly to the right was where the walk-in closet was.
She grinned at the thought of her closet. She was not vain; she was rather modest in fact. She supposed it came with being raised at an orphanage, she thought darkly. She knew she looked Veela-like to others, and had a similar allure that attracted men like flies to honey. She knew this, and she loved dressing up. She had never gotten the chance to before, so now she was taking it with everything she had. Her closet was an adolescent girl's heaven, she thought with a lopsided grin. It had everything. Different styles that appealed to the multiple seasons, weather conditions, comfort levels, temperature settings, etc…. She remembered one night she had thrown caution to the winds and rocked the club in an outfit that would get any man hot and bothered on sight.
She giggled at the thought of that outfit's effect on Declan. He had taken to stalking her until she agreed to his many date requests, so one night she wore the outfit and headed to the club under an inky black trench coat. When she reached the club, she disposed of the trench coat at a nearby coat closet and took one look back; she could've sworn that Declan had been drooling.
Declan, she thought, that one is more trouble than he's worth. Every time she considered Declan as cute, hot, or anything else pertaining to them in a 'romantic' relationship, she had reminded herself that Declan was named Striker for several reasons. One was strictly work related, he was an incredible marksman; he could shoot anything, anything, with perfect accuracy without using the thing before. "Strike 1, Strike 2, Strike 3, and you're out!" was Striker's catch phrase.
The other gave her a pause. Declan was a playboy, probably due to the nature of his upbringing. She had seen and pitied the girls that he would go out with, knowing the poor thing would get her heart broken within the month; but she couldn't blame them for falling for him.
Not when she herself had fallen for him. And she had fallen hard.
She sighed and gently drew herself out of her thoughts, pulling herself into a sitting position on her inky, shadow covered bed. She saw the shadows change shape when she wandlessly willed the curtains to let a bit of moonlight through the heavy drapery.
Shadow…
Her full red lips curled into a soft, fond smile, pearly white teeth sparkling in the sable night, as she thought of her favorite little patient. Shadow was only fourteen, the youngest member the Hunters had ever accepted, and would ever accept. She had sensed the boy when he had only been four years old; his elemental magic had been so strong for her to sense him so young. The poor boy had been neglected by his mother, and his two triplets had been spoiled beyond belief. Their disbelief at the base had been palpable when she had returned with a four year old clutching her aéropostale hoodie sleeve.
Well, the disbelief vanished after he introduced himself. There had been a shocked silence after he had informed them that he was Harrison Black-Riddle, and I'm 4!
They were all in a state of shock that the powerful elemental they had found was the son of the missing Dark Lord. None of them had dared seek for spies within the camp of the Dark Lord of Britain; they admired the Dark Lord and feared his army and what he could do. All they had tried to do around the man was seek refuge away from the battles. Until the mysterious disappearance of the Dark Lord three years earlier, the support for the Dark had increased to the point in where even Hunters, who had sworn to be neutral in the conflict, had begun to pick the man's side.
And then to find out that the boy was Magic's heir, and Slytherin's heir. The heads were frothing at the mouth at the amount of power the boy held. And he was only four. No attempt to manipulate the child had followed, the child saw through anything they tried. She had been picked to be the boy's unofficial guardian, and the boy saw her as a sister.
She groaned when she remembered Declan's call from earlier in the morning. He had gotten a good rant started, yelling at the teen was a good emphasis as to how much something effected them, when he had paused and a silky, deep, and dangerous voice spoke from the phone that was most assuredly NOT Harrison. When the man called Harry his son, she had almost fainted. That was not meant to happen; she had thought repeatedly, Declan had paled to the point where she had been afraid he would pass out. They had hung up immediately, knowing Harrison would be in trouble when he woke up because of what Declan had yelled out.
Gracefully standing up from her position on the bed, she reached over to grab her ice-blue silk robe and slipped into it, walking over to the desk towards the left side of the room.
Covered in books, her desk wasn't the most organized ones on the planet, or in the city, but she knew where everything was. Reaching underneath the stack of Hardy Boys books, she withdrew a BlackBerry Bold which was a replica of Harrison's. Carefully, she dialed Harry's cell number, hoping that it wasn't his father who would answer. She waited patiently until she heard someone's voice.
"Marley?" a sleepy voice asked. She smiled, it seemed she had forgotten the time difference; how though, was a question she didn't even know the answer too.
"Sorry Shadow, forgot the time difference, call you later sweetie." She said in her melodic voice. Shadow was a sweetheart, an adorable little angel.
"No problem, Lee, later." And she could hear him fall asleep before he hung up.
She chuckled as she walked over to her bed and removed her robe, ready to try and sleep again. Then she heard the doorbell ring. Sighing and muttering about insane people who would try and wake her up at two hours 'til midnight, she opened the door that led out of her bedroom and into her penthouse. Walking through the darkened penthouse, she reached the front door and opened it cautiously.
"Tabs!" she jumped lightly as she heard the familiar voice exclaim that dreaded nickname.
"Declan!" she yelled, watching as the brunet seemingly flinched from her yell while grinning (Declan), "It's 10pm, and I was about to go to sleep! What happened to calling before knocking?" she asked angrily. But Declan wasn't paying attention, he was staring at her.
"What!" she asked, annoyed.
"Tabby," he begun seriously, and her annoyance lowered slightly as she studied him.
"What?" she asked, more curious as to what would draw out his serious nature.
"You're hot." She stared at him and then looked down at herself, blushing slightly as she realized she hadn't worn her silk robe when she left her room. Meaning she was wearing the very short and slightly transparent nightgown in front of a playboy who had a major crush on her, and whom she had fallen hard and fast for.
This was an interesting situation that she would ponder on later. She had things to discuss with Declan. Not for the first time, she wondered if Fate hated or loved her.
*in an outrageously childish gesture and sing-song voice*
I'm finished with the chapter! *end sing-song voice* Okay, so I finished at 9:23 am, meaning my mom made me go to sleep around 12:45am so I couldn't finish writing. So, I woke up and finished typing it. Here's your chapter just in time for Valentine's Day! Em =)
Chapter Completed on: Sunday, February 13, 2011
*Did you know that I really hadn't planned to make Tabitha's name mean anything. I just thought it was a pretty sweet name, and it was nagging at me. I was curious as to what it meant and looked it up, and my grin split my face when I looked it up. I was so shocked. It was the greatest coincidence I could've imagined.