Chapter 46

Bartimaeus

I had watched them from the observatory window the entire time; I had set everything up from the time Kitty told me her secret.(1) It had struck me on more then one thought that I had done the wrong thing, but I wanted to find out just how in love Kitty was with Ptolemy, and if he felt the same.

Apparently he did, for if he didn't he wouldn't have held her close and whispered, "You're still loved." I have to admit that part brought tears to my eyes.(2) It was so sweet and lovey and touchy…I couldn't help myself.

I had taken the guise of the smallest possible creature I could and stared down at them for another few moments. Kitty looked up to Ptolemy and whispered(3), "Love hurts." She buried her face into Ptolemy's chest and just sat there for a moment. Ptolemy allowed her, being the person he is, and waited for her 'tantrum' to tire itself out.

Ptolemy nodded, held her closer. I could tell he was enjoying this, for he had never had anyone truly love him—and he had most certainly never had a woman cry over his shoulders! Something in me just knew Ptolemy was enjoying every minute of this somewhere beyond his pity for her.

Kitty looked up to Ptolemy, her eyes still producing tears, and gave a soft smile. He fingertips gently rested on Ptolemy's cheek for a moment, leaned her head in closer to his. Her lips met his. I have to admit that it was all very touching. After a minute, Kitty drew back and wrapped her arms around Ptolemy, fell back into him as she had before. Ptolemy again held her, looked up to my spot as though he knew I was there. He stared at the spot for a moment, and I began to wonder if I had made myself visible. A second later my question was answered when Ptolemy looked away. He must've prayed to the gods or something.

Ptolemy looked back down to Kitty, his eyes glowing. He finally felt that warm fuzzy feeling. I have to admit I was happy for him.

Well, getting back on grimmer purposes, I still had to find possible cures for Jane Farrar's disposition. I doubted that we'd be able to cure her—seeing as she'd been this way since she was five years old. She's been this way too long to be curable. It was my opinion—Kitty shared my thoughts as well—but Ptolemy was determined to at least make an attempt. That meant I had to go out and get the necessary ingredients. It also meant that Kitty would have to put together the spells, potions(4) and the many other things. That would be a tremendous strain on her, seeing as she still had to support Ptolemy and myself in this world.(5)

So, where to start the search? I thought for a moment, then realized there was one place everyone knew was the best place to get cures and diagnosis' for all sorts of magical things. Transylvania. I hadn't been there since the massacre of Count Dracula.(6) The only thing that made me so reluctant to go was remembering Dracula. He still had family out there, and I honestly didn't want them to recognize me. They defiantly wouldn't take me too lightly if they were to recognize me.

With some reluctance for my own safety, I flew off in the direction of Transylvania. ………………………………………………………………………………………………

(1) I know, I know. How wrong of me. Well, what do you expect?

(2) I've told you before that us Djinn can in fact cry. We just don't like it, and I'm no exception. But seeing this…I couldn't help myself. And face it, if it were you mortal fools you'd be balling your eyes out.

(3) I was reading their lips. It's not hard for a trained djinni.

(4) Although the usage of potions were highly disregarded in the wizardly community after the discovery of djinn, sometimes it was still necessary. Lycanthropy was one of the few things that still required potions.

(5) Actually, just me now. We know now that Ptolemy was summoned and not resurrected, so Kitty wouldn't have to worry about his essence pulling on hers to stay here; he's already stuck here again. I on the other hand, still needed to be held down. Poor Kitty, everything was starting to get to her again.

(6) I was commissioned to fight against him by some of the rebels. I was the only djinni in the team and pulled most of the weight of the humans. Needles to say, we eventually got Dracula and saved Transylvania. I'd never seen so much blood and cannibalism—don't forget the insanity—in one human being as I did in Dracula. I was thankful for getting to take a part in taking him down.

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A/n

This chapter is 100 original. That's odd for me, since I usually write it up in the comp book and then let it sit there for a few weeks before I post. Hmm, I've been showing signs of the apocalypse lately…EVERYBODY RUN!!!!!!!!!