Phew! Another chapter! And again I have no cool lines to start it off!
I do not own Van Helsing. If I did I wouldn't be writing fanfiction about it.
Toni's POV
The worst place you could ever be at 6:30 in the evening is Joshua St.
That's where all the yobs and skinheads meet up and start raving until gone 1 A.M. The other place you really have to avoid is Barence Island. That's were they hold a youth club for the criminally weapon-obsessed on a Thursday and were all the chavs go to rev-up their cars and have sex the rest of the time.
Funny, I was heading for Barence Island via Joshua St. I wasn't going by choice. I had to talk to ' 50 Pence', skinhead chief. And nine years old. You may wonder why me, Toni the Great (Yes, with a capital G), was making my way to talk to a boy with a crap nickname who was two years younger than me. Actually, it's none of your business (i.e. It's very complicated and potentially reputation crippling).
I rolled my eyes at a couple of ugly fourteen year olds who had decided to spend the remainder of the day snogging. Ew. Why can't we have coppers like off Ashes to Ashes or Life on Mars? That'd cut down the number of raving chavs!
Something distacted me from my highly philosophical musings. I backtracked a little and peered down a little side-alley. There was some sort of light peeking out from around the corner.
My mum says that if I've got a fault, it's my curiosity. Being who I am, I couldn't resist taking a look.
Everything went very cold when I walked around the corner. Something made me feel small and filled me with foreboding, like I was trespassing or something. Like I was breaking some sort of sacred rule. I took a deep breath and peeked round the corner, mentally taking a great big stick to my overactive imagination.
When I opened my eyes, there wasn't anything that could've cast a light. No, scratch that. There was no light. Period.
I opened my mouth to take a nice big lungful of O2 but ended up getting a mouthful of dust and other minuscule crap that ends up lying about the floor of an alley-way. No, not very nice at all, I know. That started my gagging and coughing and I had to put my arms up to shield my eyes from everything that was flying about. Like I was caught in a freak tornado. Tornado because everything was flying and it felt as though gale force winds were tearing me apart. Freaky, because there hadn't been any sort of wind before!
" Scheisse!" I yelled, narrowly dodging a spinning aluminium can that would have taken my head off. "Bloody hell!" I bellowed.
I went quiet. As suddenly as it had started, the freaky whirlwind had stopped, dropping all the rubbish it had picked up. Including the almost-murderous can. And my hat.
Wait, my hat!
I scrambled about a bit in the muck, looking for my hat while quoting my many foul-mouthed cousins. Both German and otherwise.
" Scheisse, scheisse, arselochs, crap, bugger..."
After a bit of disorganised footering, my cap was safely back on my head. Now, time to get out of here!
Okay, I'm not the proudest of this chapter. I'm not very good at first person but I try.
Changing the subject,who else watches Apparitions? I honestly feel like I'm the only one! And that would make for an awesome Van Helsing crossover. But the, so would Lara Croft but no one seems to be writing that one...
Twiggy: All right, don't get emotional
Me: ....Vimal was cute
Twiggy: Oh, have you got a crush?
Me: No! I just think he's cute! Or does that automatically make me fancy him?
Twiggy: Don't matter. He preferred guys any way. You're a girl.
Me: Doesn't stop him being cute!
Twiggy: facepalm.