Blaise awoke to the darkness in the room. She sat up and lookedat the clock. Midnight. She got off the bed and rifled thorough her shopping bags. she found the black t-shirt and hoodie she bought and put them on. Then she put on a pair of black skinny jeans and the knee-high black boots. She looked at her self in the bathroom mirror. Tonight was a new moon, it would be dark outside, therefore she wore black. 'The better to disappear in' she thought. The only thing you'd see would be her pale face and hands. She let the sleeves of the hoodie cover her hands, but she was left with the dilemma of her face. She decided she'd leave her hair down, have the hood up, and for extra measure, walk with her head down. She walked back into the room to the night stand and grabbed the scrap of paper with the address on it
Blaise stood out on the street in front of the house. It was quaint looking. Just two stories. All the lights were off. She walked around the house looking for an open window. Halfawy around, she spotted one. 'Perfect! There's even a trellis I can climb' Blaise thought happily
POV
Phil looked over at the clock on Poppy's nightstand. One O'clock in the damn morning. He had been working on Poppy's image for a whole thirty minutes. He sighed and closed his eyes again. He started with her feet, tiny and pink, then her jeans, her favorite pair of YMI skinny jeans. Next was her white t-shirt, her pale pink arms standing out against it. Then her face. This was the part he couldn't finish.
There was always something wrong. First it was her freckles, then her hair, and last time it was her eyes. They just weren't the right shade of green. A loud thud quickly brought his attention on the room before him. A dark shadow was moving. "Shit," the shadow said as Phil let out a high pitched scream of "Who the hell are you?"
BOV
Blaise slowly sat up. The power that had built up in the room, and caused her to fall ungracfully into the room, disappeared as the girlish scream found it's way to her ears. The room was suddenly blinded in a wash of light. She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the brightness. When she could see again, she saw a tall, blonde boy at the light switch. "That sound so did not come from you, did it?" she asked standing up and lowering her hood.
"Does it matter! Again I ask, who the hell are you and why are you in my sister's room. If your from that crazy so called sub-culture that James took Poppy to, I swear I'll stake you right now," the boy said as Blaise stared at him. He was good looking. Tall, but not to tall. Tan with blonde hair and a melodic voice. He looked younger then her, but she couldn't tell by how much.
"I am NOT a vampire, Thank you very much. Emphasis on the not," she said, her hand coming to perch on her hip, "and to answer your questions I'm Blaise Harman, James' cousin. No," Blaise said as the boy opened his mouth, "I'm not his real cousin. We are something like adopted family. And who are you to know so much about all of this? Of course your no regular human, nor are you a witch...that's something I would most definitely know. And no were or shifter could conjure that power...so the only other option is a lost witch?" Blaise walked toward the boy gazing at him. He stared defiantly back at her. She noticed his eyes were a beautiful green, like a leaf with sunlight behind it.
POV
Phil watched as the dark haired girl, Blaise, came closer to him. He stood still as she got closer. Her eyes were grey, like clouds right before a storm, but closer to the pupil they were like molten silver. He stared mesmerized in them. They were close enough now that his breath stirred a dark strand of hair on her cheek. "I'm a lost witch, yes, but I don't want any part of the Nightworld," Phil whispered so as not to break the spell. At the sound of her world's, for Phil knew that was where she was from, proper name Blaise turned around.
Phil got a whiff of her hair, vanilla and dahlia's, and closed his eyes inhaling deeply. When he opened them again Blaise was a couple feet away. "So, you know my name and now I'm at a disadvantage. I don't like being at a disadvantage," Blaise said crossing her arms, those grey eyes narrowing. "I'm Phillip North. Phil for short. You still haven't anwered my question," he said smiling. Blaise looked at him, "And what question was that?"
"Why are you in my sister's room? It's not everyday that a beautiful girl is in my house," Phil said gazing at her. He didn't understand why he was saying these things. This girl had only moments ago broken into his house, scared him silly, and now he was flirting with her. 'I may need help after all' he thought to himself. She turned toward the window, "I came to see if I could find my cousin, and to see if he truly did break the law over some filthy human girl." Phil couldn't see her face but he heard the scorn in her voice.
"Hey! My sister isn't a filthy human," Phil said, defending Poppy. Blaise turned back to him with a sickly sweet smile, "Of course she isn't. She is a lost witch after all, but I have a feeling James fell in love with her before even you knew what you and your sister were. He got lucky that she really belonged to our world." "Oh how I wish you didn't belong in it though," a voice from the window said. Blaise whirled to face the window, while Phil could only stare. "YOU!" Blaise cried.