Chapter 5
I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED IN AWHILE! :( I've just been so busy, and I also ran into a point where I didn't want to write this anymore because I lost interest in it. So I finally got moving and finished this chapter. I really hope that you guys understand :/ Anyway reviews are great because honestly that's what keeps me going. Knowing that you guys like it gets me through all the annoying nights that I keep checking my facebook because I have horrible writer's block. So review, review, review, and without further ado chapter 5! :D
"So what is this place exactly?" Nathaniel questions, peering around at the wide marketplace set before us.
"Earth in 4693. Pretty great, huh?" I respond with an excited grin. His mouth gapes at the hundreds upon hundreds of high-quality metal stands.
"Yeah, kind of. I just- I just…" he stammers before running over to the nearest trash can. Nathaniel becomes violently ill, coughing up every last crumb of toast he ate for breakfast. Rose sprints over and rubs his back as he continues to gag noisily. He head emerges from the trash can, his face extremely pale and nervous looking.
"And this is the human you fell in love with?" The Doctor mutters under his breath. I elbow him in the ribs, and my face blushes a light scarlet.
"Knock it off. Not everyone is as easily adapted as Rose you know," I scold as Rose and Nathaniel return. He jams his fists in his pockets bashfully, and stares at the floor with embarrassment.
"Are you okay?" I ask trying to gain his eye contact. He shrugs his shoulders and mumbles,
"I'm fine. Can we just move on?" I am taken aback by his slight bluntness and nod.
"Yeah, sure. Come on let's shop!" I exclaim summoning everyone to follow. Rose and Nathaniel join me at my side, while the Doctor remains standing at the entrance. He pushes his dorky glasses up the bridge of his nose, and squints trying to make out something in the distance.
"You guys go have fun, I'm going to track down…you know…something," the Doctor states absentmindedly. He lunges forward to take off toward the source of his interest, but I catch his arm.
"Can you please forget whatever is circulating that thick head of yours? This is supposed to be a fun and relaxing day," I sigh. The Doctor lays my arm back down at my side.
"Go on relax, I'll just be checking out that stand over there. There's something interesting about it," he clarifies, pushing me in the opposite direction.
"Fine. Go play with your little screwdriver, and investigate to your heart's content. Just please, please, please be careful. I don't feel like bailing you out of a world domination scheme," I reply.
"Oh shut it," he grumbles taking off in the opposite direction. I laugh, pushing back the hair hanging heavy over my left eye. I turn back to Rose and Nathaniel and beam.
"Shall we?"
*Nathaniel's Point of View*
Her smile explodes onto her lips with such utter joy that makes my heart skip a beat. Her eyes glisten with youth and mischief, yet behind the twinkle they are dull with years of heartbreak and anguish. Her confident walk commands the room, and her irresistible charm captivates half the men she crosses. The moon and stars sparkle upon her with such envious rays knowing that they could never outshine her. Waves cascade down her shoulders, glimmering a rare and stunning deep red, much deeper than even the darkest blood. Her skin is pale as porcelain and pure as fresh daisies, while her pink, plump lips are victim to her cute, constant lip-biting. My angelic temptress. My devilish angel. My sinful dove. My corrupt goddess. My love. My Avani.
"Are you alright, love? You are looking a little down," A woman plump woman asks from behind a stand. I look longingly over at Ava as she and Rose peruse a stand with gorgeous shoes made of the universe's most precious gems. I feel a small smile spread across my lips at Ava's childish squeals as she picks up a pair of sparkling, dark, wine-colored heels. Her eyes soon dart from the expensive shoes up to me. Her beaming face plummets and turns to one of discomfort. Ava's eyes fall back down to the four-inch heels, and she stares at them as if I am invisible. I glance back at the hefty woman with brown, beady eyes gazing back with a smile.
"Yeah, just peachy," I sigh, shoving my hands deep into my pockets. Her smile merges into a frown.
"You're in love with her aren't you?" She inquires tapping her sausage fingers against the metal stand. I snort, and cross my arms defensively across my chest.
"Yeah, so?"
"She doesn't love you back, right?" I shift my weight from foot to foot, my brows furrowing in annoyance.
"You're quite perceptive aren't you?" I scoff, my blue eyes narrowing.
"No, you're just an open book my love. Now if you want I can help you," the woman replies with a thick Scottish accent. My eyes soften, and I lick my lips with anticipation.
"How so?" I ask trying to keep the hopefulness from leaking into my tone. The woman struggles, but eventually bends down to retrieve a tray of assorted bottles and flasks of all different shapes and sizes. She sets the silver tray before me, and grins.
"Tonics, some would call them potions, but I prefer tonics. Anyway I have just what you need, a love tonic. One drop of this in her drink will make her instantly fall in love with the first man she sees. She will be following you around like a lovesick puppy and there are no side effects whatsoever," the woman explains holding up a glass bottle with a narrow top that rounds out to a sphere at the bottom. A sparkly, gold liquid swirls around in the flask, sealed by a dark brown cork. I finger the bottle, a deep bang of desire bubbling from the inner depths of my core.
"How much?" I question.
"Only 350 coins," the woman states, sweat dripping down her pudgy cheeks in the expectance of a sale. Her unflattering forest green dress is damp with perspiration under the arms, and her awful body odor chokes me. I delve into my pockets and retrieve the money Ava gave me prior to shopping. I slap it down on the counter.
"Here you go, love. Go get her," she responds with a wink. The woman hands me the bottle, and I begin to walk toward Rose and Ava. I slip it into my back pocket, a feeling of excitement vibrating in my bones and muscles. My beautiful siren. My love. My fiancé. My Mrs. Thayer.