Hello guys. Here's the next chapter so I won't bore you with a crummy author's note. Apart from a Sorry for the delay. For some reason, the N key wasn't working. And neither were any of the vowls, come to think of it.
And another thing: I'VE MET JONOTHAN STROUD!!! GO ME!! Seriously, I did, it was a meeting thing organized by he schools. If you were there also, I would dearly like to know. For those of you who don't know who he is, he wrote the Bartimaus Trilogy. And I got his new book, Heroes of the Valley. Heck, the fanfiction for that ought to be good.
PEACE OUT, PEOPLE!
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Who else apart from Steven Sommers owns Van Helsing? I don't. Wish I did.
Toni's POV
I scrambled out of that little street corner and onto the road. It had changed. The concrete and Tarmac had been replaced with cobbles. The ugly fourteen year olds were nowhere to be seen ( thank god).
The landscape, or cityscape, whichever you prefer, had changed. I couldn't regonise a thing. The sound of cars had gone there were none of the street lamps that I swear were there before.
Wait....That couldn't be right...That looked the Eiffel Tower except... No pointy bit...It was still under construction..
Where the hell was I? Or when?
Someone screamed, and it didn't sound too far away. I ran to it's source. It'd come from just around the corner, much nearer than I'd thought. Not may people would have heard it, then. But I had. And I had to be the good Samaritan and come running. Heh, pretty stupid of me, eh?
The first thing I saw was a big, black, manky coat. The coat had originally been made for a regular sized man but the bloke wearing it must have bee about seven foot or something. All I knew was that he was big, ugly and...er...scuddy. Apart from some really minging, raggy shorts. And the shorts kept slipping down his bum. Would it've killed him to get a belt?
On the cobbled floor was a young woman, barely out of girlhood and extremely dead. 'Incredible Hulk' moved away, holding a phial of glowing stuff and I could see the girl properly. She was proper white, not pale, white. I shuddered violently, as I saw just how she'd died...
I took an instinctive step back, wincing as something crunched under my heel. Hulk's cousin turned sharply. So much for my hope that he wouldn't hear. I didn't know what to do. My gaze kept o flipping from the mangled girl to him. He had a smug, evil look on his ugly mug. He plodded towards me, dropping his mingy smelling fag. I had a hunch that I was heading the samr way as the dead girl.
" Come here, little girl..."
Thinking of what got me into this mess, I screamed...
Normal POV
A figure peeled a poster off a wall. He peered at it indifferently before a girl's scream pierced the air. He made is way to the source.
Toni's POV
This was a weird way to travel, I thought. I was being held very easily with one hand by this guy. He was holding me completly clear of the ground with the buildigs and stuff just flying past in a monochromatic blur. It was like he was King Kong or something. I would've been exhilarated if I wasn't so terrified. As it was, I was just trying not to be sick or think about what he'd said earlier or that poor girl.
" Hmmm....Fresh meat...And I'll be hungry later..."
Dammit!!
Normal POV
The scarfed man squatted beside the body of a young woman, made the sign of the cross and picked up the still smouldering remains of a cigar.
A distant cackle caught his attention. He turned around in time to see the creature scale Notre Dame cathedral, light in one hand, a small indistinct figure in the other. Full of purpose, he strode towards the great structure...
Well? What do you think? I didn't get any reviews for my last chapter. Hits are all very well but I want to know peoples opinions on what I'm writing.
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