A/N - Hi! :)
I'll try to make this as short as possible. I promise. ^_^
Okay, so THANK YOU guys for reviewing! As of right now, I have 6 reviews! One more than my requested number of 5 reviews! That got me in a totally hyper happy mood. :D. And since this tidbit *growls at the word 'tidbit'* has more reviews (at the moment) than my first fanfic Starlight, I decided to do a short little chappy here...:(
So short...D:
So go on and check out Starlight if you haven't already and REVIEW! I'm not even halfway done writing the 4th chappy for it because...well...I get un-motivated easily. :p Plus, I've been really busy this past week. I would've updated sooner but I had camp and it was so TOTALLY AWESOME! Good thing I haven't seen any evil skunks invading there during my stay...
DISCLAIMER: Yeah, NOW I'm putting in the disclaimer because NOW I'll be introducing Stephenie Meyer's Twilight characters. *sniff* As you may know, I don't own any of the Twilight franchise except for my characters (which you'll find more about later on in the chappy). So yes, I. Don't. Own. Twilight. :(
I will continue the babble at the end of the chapter...so get reading! ;)
It seemed as if I spent a lifetime in the blazing pain, but in actuality, it was only less than a millisecond.
Once the blue light faded, I dared to open my eyes and I found myself in front of the Porsche. Except the Porsche didn't stop. It swivelled around me then kept speeding along until it was well ahead of me on the rocky road surrounded by the Tuscan view.
With a grunt of frustration, I prepared myself for another session of pain.
I was the Intelligence Agency's guinea pig, their lab rat, their science experiment. They tested on me multiple times when I was just a child until they came up with the end result they wanted. Teleportation. I was the only one tested for the teleportation experiments, under request from my father, Mr. Montgomery. He wanted me to be more special than I already was – but there was no need to make me more special. I was already the youngest spy-in-training in our history, mainly because of Mr. Montgomery, and I had one of the highest IQ's at the age of ten. I followed rules and regulations without a second thought and I was always eager for whatever mission was assigned to me. I never complained though, because that would be a weakness. Being weak makes you unemployable as a spy and I definitely didn't want to be weak.
But still, as I try, I can name at least one weak spot I had. Mom. She never committed a crime, never littered, never swore. One word that always popped into my mind when I thought of her was 'angel'. And if she weren't human, I knew she would be an angel or other high-being.
The Intelligence Agency, government and military all had their secrets. But one major secret they all shared in common was the supernatural – the things that normal people think as fiction. Let me tell you, most fictional things you hear about – like vampires, aliens, witches, shapeshifters, and other mythical beings – are all real. Some of them are being held captive in high-security areas like Roswell, and some are being tested for further investigation and whatnot. Most of the creatures seem to have a working brain though…
I pictured myself on the hood of the Porsche, which would be reaching the long line-up of cars to reach into Volterra. I gave my head a mental shove and the agony showered over me once more, stabbing everywhere with the process of teleportation, every molecule of my body separating and rearranging themselves into the specific location of my choice.
It took me years to master teleportation, and yet, I still haven't got full control over it. The side effects always get to me sooner or later – the pain, the exhaustion, the dizziness. For years I wished that the scientists who constructed this experiment looked at the side effects more carefully. But I didn't complain. Complaining is always definitely out of the question in my case.
The familiar blue haze made me squeeze my eyes and close my hands into tight white fists in pain. Next thing I knew, my hair was flying in clunky brown strands and cold wind was being whipped against my closed eyelids.
I inhaled a big gust of wind as I ducked flat down onto the yellow hood of the Porsche Turbo. My hands searched around the flat surface, groping for something to hang on to. When I did, I let only my fingertips grab onto the sides, careful not to let the car's passengers notice my presence. That's what my whole life revolved around. Secrecy.
I tucked my head down, making sure that I didn't swallow any flies or any passing bugs. Then I closed my eyes and tried to calm down my fidgety nerves to no point of success.
After some minutes, I felt the car slow down. I carefully looked up and saw the line of cars ahead of us slowing and one passenger of Mr. Montgomery's Porsche was getting out of the door quickly but urgently.
I tried to eavesdrop on the woman's conversation with the driver but the honks of impatient drivers drowned out their words. The woman who got out of the Porsche was pale for a normal human, with brown hair and frail limbs. She seemed about eighteen years of age and definitely an American. I allowed my gaze follow her as she ran away from the car, lips moving into words I recognized as 'the clock tower'.
Slowly, I slid down the back of the car and started to follow her, but a cold gloved hand grabbed my elbow and refused to let me go.
I looked back and saw it was a petit vampire. It had to be a vampire. She was paler than the teen, cold in temperature, ethereally beautiful, and was wearing gloves and a scarf. Who else would wear sweltering clothing in such burning weather? Other than myself but that didn't count – I didn't really check the forecast.
I tugged at my arm but the pixie vamp didn't release me. Her musical voice came sounding through my ears.
"Hi, I'm Alice and you need to come with me." Alice said, dragging me backwards into the passenger seat. When she registered I wasn't cooperating, she spoke with more volume and urgency. "Now! You have to come with me now!"
"No, I can't. Sorry Alice, but I have my own business to finish here." I grunted. I looked towards the crowd of tourists and shook my head, frustrated. "Just give me the keys to this Porsche. Or else I'm going to contact the authorities for theft of an automobile. A very important automobile, in fact."
"I'm sorry, but I won't give you the keys unless you. Come. With. Me." She tugged me harder this time and I finally fell into the comforting presence of the black leather seat.
Right before Alice slammed my door shut, she froze. Another cold touch sent shivers up my arm and I looked towards Alice. She hadn't moved an inch. Reluctantly, I rolled my head the opposite direction and found myself looking into another vamp's face.
He was also pale and beautiful, with his wavy black hair getting in the way of his golden eyes. The vampire was wearing a red cloak, presumably to protect himself from sparkling and giving too much info about vampires away to the human community. He was also touching my other elbow.
"May I introduce myself?" He gazed at me until I nodded. "I'm Nathaniel Sullivan and your father wanted me to assist you on this mission. And I see you don't need my help right now, do you?" Nathaniel smirked smugly and he stretched out his hand. Either to shake my hand or to pull me out of the car; both could be his intentions.
"No, I don't think Mr. Montgomery wanted you to assist me, Nathaniel. I'm doing quite fine if you ask me." I said with all the dignity I had left as I forced myself to climb out of the Porsche. Once more, I spared a glance back at Alice. "Alice, I'd better have those keys back by three o'clock or else…you know."
I returned my attention back to a smirking Nathaniel and put on my poker face, ensuring my face betrays no emotion.
"So now that I introduced myself, would you do the same?" Nathaniel's golden eyes probed mine with visible interest.
I shook my head. It's best if I didn't have much people knowing my true identity.
"A name at least?" Nathaniel persisted, smirk widening.
Sighing, I racked my brain for fake names I had used in the past.
"Adrianna. You know the last name so I won't repeat it."
Looking around, I felt a bit lost. How am I supposed to finish my mission if I didn't know where to start?
"Adrianna Montgomery. Nice name…" Nathaniel trailed off, face lost in thought.
My head started to throb as I searched through the crowds. I knew I didn't have much time before the side effects caught up with me.
I started to run to my left after seeing the clock tower looming in the horizon, but Nathaniel's restraining hand stopped me.
"And where do you think you're going?" He said. Nathaniel's tone told me he was clearly amused.
"I'm going to finish what I started. That's what I'm going to do." I retorted.
"Well, ahem, if you want to accomplish your mission, I suggest you turn the opposite direction." Nathaniel laughed, tugging my hand gently in the right direction.
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Clearly Nathaniel knew where he was going. Me? Not so much.
All I knew right now was that father sent a gorgeous male vamp to assist me in this mission. And the mission was important to Mr. Montgomery. And I still needed the keys from Alice to the Porsche Turbo.
A/N - Yes, it's not much of a cliffy but I've got writer's block and no spare time at the moment. :S
My request: 10 reviews in return for the next chappy. Now that doesn't mean I want 10 more reviews (although that would be fantaboulous! :p), it simply means I want my review count to jump up from 6 reviews to 10...which means I actually want at least 4 reviews for this short chappy. That's not too much, is it? If you really want the next chapter faster, then you ought to review. One or two words will do...:)
If I do get 10 (OR MORE!) reviews, then I bet my fingers will get over-excited and start typing super fast that there might be some typos here and there. There hasn't been any typos so far, eh? ;)
And I still haven't got a name for the spy...*sigh* I feel so darn dumbfounded right now and REVIEWING is the only cure! Please? :O
So why did Alice need (_insert name for spy here_) to come with her so badly? Why is this mission so important to Mr. Montgomery? What is this mission? These are some questions that I'll let you ponder for now until I get the next chappy up and running...I may seem to have to ponder these questions as well...:p
Back to the point: 10 reviews! PLEASE? I accept any reviews: good reviews (would make me really REALLY happy) and bad reviews (will accept reluctantly but surely :[). Comments, questions, suggestions? Make it into a review! It would all do and make me so ecstatic! :D
So...I'm really busy this month. And I mean REALLY busy. Partially because of the homework and tests teachers (darn them...) are piling up on me right now (and no, I don't mean that literally, else I'd be a walking pile of junk and knowledge :p) and partially because of the extra stuff at school. Example: I have the end-of-the-year trip coming up a week prior to the release of Eclipse (YES! I'm so totally going to watch Eclipse several times I'm sure :]) and I get to go camping once again. Which means I won't be available for about three days. Which also means that if I already finished writing the chappy before then and I'm not motivated to post it (because the lack of reviews), you'll have to wait three days extra. And we don't want that now, do we? :(
My most used word in here as of yet (other than the basics like the, a, an, of...) is:
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Ronnie - who is combing her hair for the hundredth time. Now it's one hundred...and one. :p