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Post by <^>Krustine<^> on Oct 18, 2011 13:24:23 GMT -6
~Trudie's POV~
We were finally all together again. The last year I have been waiting for this day, but yet it doesn't seem to be as joyous as I dreamed it to be. Not anymore. Right when I saw Valkyrie and Taavi, I automatically felt jealousy. Rivers and I had been trying to get pregnant for months now, but this interrupted our plans for our life a little bit.
I didn't mind all being stuffed into the back of Cecil's grandpas car at all. At least I got to sit on Rivers lap and not one of the other guys. All I need to feel normal again is to be in the presence of Rivers, it naturally calms me down. Besides, the only thing that matters is we are finally off the chunnel, I was starting to get nauseous and I didn't think I could take it much longer. It hasn't totally gone away yet, but the feeling in my stomach is now starting to fade.
~Rivers POV~
After I finally got over the idea of what pain was likely to come by meeting Cecil's folks, I started wondering what was going to happen too us. I mean, we aren't even fully aware of what we are running away from.
I started to worry about Trudie even more. She didn't look to good on the chunnel and she still doesn't look like she feels too hot right now as we are all stuffed into this little car headed to Cecil's grandparents house. Maybe she is just feeling a little claustrophobic. I know Ethan is, he keeps kicking, or punching the back of my seat. But hey, that's his fault, who would want to ride in a fricking trunk?
"Are you okay? Am I squishing you?" I heard Trudie's voice break into my thoughts.
"No, your fine." I replied, then she smiled and leaned her head back into me, like she does when she is so stressed she almost can't take it anymore. "Relax honey, we have to be almost there." We haven't even been in the car that long, but when you are crammed, like sardines, into a car it seems to take forever.
"No Rivers, we are not. This journey is long from complete. This is going to be a long fight, and our life will probably never be the same." She whispered so only I could hear her anguish, as tears were forming in her eyes. I did the only thing I could, I just gently kissed her on the back of the neck, to let her know I was with her every step of the way. There wasn't much I could do while we were still in the car where everyone could hear us talking no matter how quiet we were. Hopefully we will be able to talk in private after we get to Cecil's grandparents house.
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Post by --Kyle-- on Oct 18, 2011 20:55:35 GMT -6
-- Ethan's POV --
As I lay in the dark, I wondered why I had asked to go in the trunk. I should have let Trudie do it. It just sounded like fun.
After kicking and punching the back of the seats, I realized no one was caring anymore about me. So I lay in silence except for the sound of the engine. The smell of exhaust was thick and my left leg was starting to cramp. Worst. Idea. Ever.
Finally, the engine stopped and I heard the other car doors open and close after everyone piled out. As the footsteps and small sounds of talking surrounded the car, someone came up to the trunk. I heard the sound of keys jingling and then finally the trunk door opened, letting in bright light and fresh air.
After stepping out of the trunk and a few smiles and chuckles from the others, I looked to Xian. He stood watching me, shaking his head. No smile on his face, no laughing, nothing. Like he was embarrassed for me. Or of me.
--Xian's POV--
I didn't know why he continued to make a spectacle of himself. Everyone already thought that he was an idiot, and doing things for attention didn't help. I knew the real Ethan; smart, caring, and yes, at times, senseless, and overly enthusiastic and dramatic, but it was how he was. But sometimes he pushed it too many times, making himself, and in turn me, look like an idiot.
Making it to Cecil's grandparents house, we all got out of the car. Following Cecil and the others, Ethan and I stayed to the back of the group.
"Why did you do that?" I asked Ethan, whispering so no one else would here. "Do you have to act like that every time we are around other people? They all think that we are useless anyway."
"What are you talking about? They don't think that." Ethan sounded hurt.
"Yes they do," I shook my head. "And you don't help with it."
Ethan asked back, "I was only having a little fun, trying to keep the mood light. Did you notice how everyone is acting like? Like we are about to drop dead or somethi-"
"Because they might be what is happening," I interrupted. "Don't you get it?" I grabbed on to his arm and pulled him back letting the others go on.
"We don't know what is going on," Ethan said. "We don't how serious this is yet."
I closed my eyes. Trying to breathe deep and evenly. "Okay, your right," I said. "But, it would help if you would just act serious for once."
Still holding onto his arm, Ethan grabbed my wrist with the opposite hand. His finger wrapped around the base of my hand, his thumb on the back of it. He held it there for a minute, looking into my eyes.
"Okay," he said softly. "I'm sorry."
"Thank you," I said. Parting, we caught up to the others that were just then reaching the front door.
--Corey's POV--
The airport was packed, especially for such an early flight. Hopping on a plane and leaving for London was something I had always wanted to do, but not under these circumstances.
Sitting at my gate, waiting for the plane to board, I typed furiously on the keyboard of my laptop. Searching for anymore information I could about the whereabouts of the mythical creatures I was looking for; where they were, and where they are.
Once I had gotten as much as I could, which wasn't a lot, I got up to go into the bathroom. Taking my laptop with me, but leaving my small carry-on of clothes with a woman that sat next to me. I had almost left it, but then realized that it wasn't allowed to leave bags unattended because of potential terrorists. At first I didn't think the woman would take it, in case it was a bomb or something, but she was old and gladly accepted.
The bathroom wasn't very full, only a few others inside. Grabbing my laptop, I went into one of the stalls. Opening my laptop, I erased everything on the hard drive. I heard that my plane was boarding over the intercom. I had to hurry.
Breaking the screen from the rest of it, and slipping it under my jacket I left the stall and threw it away in the trashcan. It didn't matter if they found it anyway, they couldn't trace it back to me, and I would be long gone anyway.
When leaving the bathroom, I could see a man and a woman, both dressed as though they were secret service for the president, or CIA agents. I knew exactly who they were. Johnson and Smith, MMC officials, here for me.
I tried to look down, blending in with the crowd, but they spotted me. Running back to my gate, realizing no one would notice, as if I were running to catch my plane, which I was.
Turning my head, I could see they were running too. People began to notice the chase, turning and looking at the three of us running down the crowded room.
Finally, reaching my gate, I could see that it was almost empty, except the woman, standing with my bag still on a chair. I ran up to her and she saw me and waved.
"Here," she said smiling. "I stayed behind for you."
"Oh, thank you," I said as nice as possible, catching my breath.
I tried to hurry her along, checking behind us for the other two officers. How they got passed security was beyond me, and I was just hoping that they wouldn't be able to get on the plane.
The woman finally went through with her ticket and I followed, still looking behind. Johnson and Smith just reached the gate, but were stopped by two security guards.
Going through the doors and having the flight attendant closing them made me feel safer. I was in the clear. Now all I needed to do was find the others.
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Post by ×|{å†ìe× on Oct 24, 2011 16:29:48 GMT -6
~<>~Kynaree's POV~<>~
Cecil's Grandparent's lived in an adorable house. We walked into the entryway, and some of us began taking off our shoes. "Don't bother," Cecil's Grandfather said. After we stepped into the kitchen he continued speaking, "I wasn't given any introduction by my grandson." He held out his hand and shook each of theirs, asking for their names. "I'm Harris Cooksley." Harris was of average height, had the same dark eyes shared by Rodger and Cecil, and a head of wispy gray hair.
Cecil's grandmother came in after hearing our entrance. She headed immediately for Cecil, and hugged him just like any Gramma would. She was a small, fragile-looking woman with hair that still had some of its natural brunette color showing, but was becoming over powered by gray. After her hug, she smiled and turned to the rest of us. Her smile made her glow, it reminded me of Cecil's. "I'm Mabel Cooksley," she said, she didn't reach out to shake anyone's hand. Everyone repeated their names and the introductions were over. "Cecil, could you show everyone where they'll be sleeping? I'm going to start dinner."
Dinner sounded like a great idea. I think everyone was getting hungry, the airport's fast food wasn't cutting it. I sat in the living room while Cecil lead the others down the hallway. There was two spare rooms. One was occupied by his aunt at one time. The other had bunk beds that Rodger and his brother once used. It was decided when we were at the airport, with nothing to talk about, that Xian and Ethan got the bunk beds. Nathan, Valkyrie and Taavi would share the room with the twin bed. That gave the family privacy. Rivers and Trudie would get the pull-out couch. Cecil and I would figure something out when the time came. Most-likely we would just sleep on the floor in the same room as Ethan and Xian.
Cecil's grandfather came to sit by me on the couch, and we made small talk. I liked Harris. He wasn't overly eccentric or too depressive. He was a well-rounded person who had a very good sense of his priorities. Family first, always. Unilke Harris, Mabel didn't talk to me as much. I could hear her clinking around the kitchen. I didn't offer to help, every time I ever had she refused my help. I got the sense she didn't really like me, not only for the refusing my help reason. She just didn't really notice my existence and whenever she did there was a certain tone to her voice. I tried not to let it get to me, which is why I remained in the living room.
We sat there talking for a couple of minutes until I realized the others hadn't exited the hallway yet. Our conversation stopped and we listened for them. I could pick out some muffled arguing. "Uhhm, I'm going to see what's going on," I said.
"That'd probably be best," Harris replied as he started flipping through channels on the television.
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Post by Kàylà on Oct 25, 2011 8:00:10 GMT -6
~Valkyrie's POV~
We had been at Cecil's grandparents for 10 minutes and already they were arguing...unfortunately they were arguing over who was going to get to hold Taavi first. The argument wasn't between everyone, mainly just two people. Trudie and Ethan. It was the first time any of them had seen mine and Nathan's son and now that we felt a little more relaxed, the excitement of Nathan and I having a child came over everyone.
"I wanna hold him!" Ethan exclaimed in a somewhat whiny voice. It wasn't very often that I let anyone hold Taavi as it was. Maybe it was still adjusting to being a human, but I was always paranoid to let anyone other than Nathan or I hold him.
"Why should you get to hold him first? I've been her friend for longer!" Trudie chimed in. I shook my head and with my free hand rubbed my temples. Nathan gave me a concerned look and I just smiled weakly at him.
"What's going on?" Kynaree asked as she came into the hallway which I started to realized we hadn't even come close to stepping out of.
"Ethan and Trudie are arguing over who gets to hold the baby first." Cecil explained for me.
"Maybe we should worry about something a little more important right now, as in finding out what is going on." Nathan suggested. I shot him a grateful look and he smiled at me. Ethan and Trudie sighed simultaneously realizing Nathan was right.
We moved into the living room where Harris was flipping through channels on the TV. When all of us walked in he shut the TV off and waited for someone to begin. Just as I was about to speak up and ask the millions of questions that had been on my mind ever since I had received that first phone call, Cecil's Grandmother Mabel came into the room.
"Dinner is ready" She told us with a soft smile on her face. We followed her into the kitchen, everyone ready to eat.
The meeting was going to have to wait.
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Post by <^>Krustine<^> on Oct 25, 2011 13:40:30 GMT -6
~Trudie's POV~
I was so jealous of Valkyries baby, I have only dreamed of holding my own baby for so long, and none of my friends in France had children. I wanted to hold Taavi, but right when I asked Valkyrie if I could, Ethan though he should hold him first and I guess that's when I lost it.
I started arguing with Ethan because I don't know why I wouldn't be the one to hold him first, after all, I was the first to ask. After arguing for a while, Kynaree interpreted and then Nathan decided we were gonna drop the subject, and then we were told dinner was ready.
I wasn't really in the mood to eat, besides, I never eat food I don't cook myself.
We all sulked our way to the kitchen and sat around the table. Rivers looked at me worried. I didn't even give him a smile, I don't care if he worries anymore. Even though he shouldn't be worried, I'm just stressed, but I will talk to him later, and it will all be fine.
"I made British Sausages, Sausage Rolls, and Pork Pies, I hope you enjoy!" Mabel announced with a sly smile forming on her face, and I wondered what she was up to.
"Dig in." Harris said trying to soften the tension in the room.
Valkyrie set Taavi down on her lap and started braking up some of a sausage roll for him, but he just pushed it away. Xian and Ethan did just as Harris said and dug in, but everyone else seemed a little uneasy about the meal that was prepared. Everyone just sat there picking at their plates trying to eat it, only to have some substance in their stomach.
Kynaree didn't even try. She was a vegetarian, and they didn't even have any side dishes prepared for dinner. She grabbed a dinner roll and started to nibble at it. "Whats the matter Kynaree? You don't like the food I have prepared for you?" Mabel asked.
"Gramma, Kynaree is a vegetarian, you didn't really give her an option." Cecil proclaimed.
~Rivers POV~
This wasn't exactly starting off well. I had a feeling Mabel wasn't a big fan of Kynaree. This isn't going to be as easy as everyone had hoped.
Their conversation was interrupted when Trudie abruptly got up and ran to the bathroom. "Excuse me." I said as I got up and followed her to see if she was okay.
When I got to the bathroom, she was hunched over the toilet bowl vomiting.
"Don't let anyone else in." She cried embarrassed.
I locked the door and wet a washcloth and gave it to her, then knelt down and held her hair back as another round of this sickness she had came through.
She must have felt it was over, because then she sat back against the wall and held the washcloth to her mouth and started sobbing.
"Honey, what's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't know," She cried in between sobs.
I sat down next to her concerned. "Do you have the flu?" I asked.
"I don't know." She cried raising her voice.
Trudie hated being sick, but she never got mad at me for asking, maybe it was something else. I don't know, but I guess now I do have a reason to worry about her even more than I did before.
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Post by ×|{å†ìe× on Nov 10, 2011 21:35:45 GMT -6
~<>~Kynaree's POV~<>~
I nibbled at a dinner roll, attempting not to look too pathetic. I really didn't want to be a bother. It's not their fault I don't eat meat. Although I tried to hide, it didn't take Mabel long to see there was a problem. "Whats the matter Kynaree? You don't like the food I have prepared for you?" she asked.
Cecil immediately came to my rescue, "Gramma, Kynaree's a vegetarian, you didn't really give her an option." Mabel, Cecil, and I all exchanged glances. Mabel's expression was one of innocence, Cecil's was indifferent. I tried to smile a shrug it off. Our face-off was interrupted by Trudie bouncing out of her chair and running out of the kitchen. Her mouth was covered with one hand, and her eyes were so wide they looked as if they were about to burst out of her skull.
Rivers cleared his throat, "Excuse me," and followed Trudie to the bathroom. An awkward silence was left in the room.
A moment passed, "I'll make you something," Cecil offered. We both knew that Cecil was no cook, but he could make a grilled cheese if he had to.
"That's okay," I said. "I'm not really that hungry anyways." I begged my stomach not to growl as to indicate otherwise. I took another bite of my dinner roll and continued my smiling. I glanced at Mabel, she was smiling also. She did this on purpose, I thought sadly. She tried to serve this meal almost every time I came over. I should've expected it. No, she's just a sweet old lady. Besides, Cecil never gets to eat like this at home. Its just a treat for him. I nodded to myself. I was over-dramatizing things. Not everything was about me.
"If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna see if Trudie's okay," I said after finishing my second dinner roll. I was tired of everyone poking their meat with forks and Cecil's concerned glances. Not waiting for a reply, I left the table. I heard voices and noises coming from the bathroom in the hallway. I knocked, "Trudie, are you okay?"
"She's just a little... vomity" Rivers called through the door. "I've got it."
"Okay," I said, feeling useless. I stood outside the door for a couple of seconds before heading to a bedroom. I entered Anne's old room, and then laid on the bed so I my face was buried into the pillow. Maybe I could take a nap. Yes, a nap would be nice.
~<>~Cecil's POV~<>~
The table was cleared and with little effort everything was piled into the dishwasher. After complaints from those with weak bladders, Trudie and Rivers left the bathroom and joined us in the living room. It was already getting later, so my grandparents decided to head off to bed. My grandfather would watch the telly in bed while my grandmother read.
"Where's Kynaree?" Valkyrie asked. Wasn't I supposed to ask that? "Didn't she come to see if you were okay, Trudie?"
Trudie replied, "She talked to us about ten minutes ago. I don't know where she went."
"I'll go find her," I said, taking my role of concerned boyfriend back from Valkyrie.
"That's okay, I'll go tell her I'm okay," Trudie responded, "I feel kind of bad for just shooing her away before." Valkyrie and Taavi followed Trudie into the hallway.
"I wanted to talk to you anyways," Nathan said to me. I sat on one of the armchairs, while he faced me from the couch. "How did you find this out?" For some reason it sounded like he was skeptical.
"Work..." I tried not to sound too condescending. "Its kind of hard to keep secrets there. I overheard things, I may have hacked a few emails, until I got the gist of what was going on."
"Are you sure you're not overreacting?" Rivers asked, "Isn't the MMC, or whatever, supposed to help with the protection of mystical creatures?"
"They're purpose is to protect humans from mystical creatures. Keeping them secret just benefits both parties."
"How are we causing harm to humans?" Xian demanded, "If anything, we should be rewarded for defeating Oni and Dr. D."
"They have absolutely nothing against us," Nathan added. "Are you sure, you're not being a little... Paranoid?"
"This is happening. You can quit denying and get on board with me. Or you can go do your talking to them and get yourself killed." I replied letting my anger get the best of me.
"We're not doubting you Cecil, we just wanted to understand," Ethan said softly.
"I don't think it will ever really make sense. It's a crime of hate."
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Post by Kàylà on Nov 11, 2011 14:39:50 GMT -6
~Valkyrie's POV~
I followed Trudie into the hallway with Taavi on my hip. There was something abnormal about the way she had all of a sudden ran to the bathroom to throw up. She had been feeling fine before, or so she claimed to the others. "Trudie wait a second before you talk to Kynaree." I called after her. She stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked at me with a confused expression on her face.
"Why?" The confusion was clear in her voice.
"Are you sure you weren't feeling sick earlier today? Are you positive that it just randomly came up?" I asked her.
"Yes I'm positive!" She snapped at me. I put my free hand on her shoulder to calm her down.
"Shh Trudie you don't need to snap, I'm just making sure. I know the feeling of sudden sickness way too well." I told her, hoping that maybe she would get the hidden meaning behind my words.
"What do you mean?" I hoped wrong, I sighed and readjusted Taavi on my hip.
"What I mean is, I think we need to pick you up a pregnancy test." I told her grinning. "Ouch! Taavi don't play with mama's hair." I yelped after he grabbed a big wad of my hair and decided to pull. He let go and giggled grinning a slobbery grin at me.
"Are you sure?" Trudie asked me, sounding hopeful.
"Better safe then sorry. We should bring Kynaree along too." I suggested not wanting to leave the purple haired faerie out of the excitement. Trudie and I searched the multiple rooms until we found Kynaree asleep in one of the guest rooms. Since Taavi was going through his hair pulling stage I set him on the bed and he crawled towards Kynaree. He had always been fascinated by Kynaree's purple hair. It wasn't long until he grabbed a fistful in his tiny hands and yanked.
"Owwww!!" Kynaree yelled, immediately waking up. "Valkyrie that's mean! You're supposed to teach him to not do that!" She yelled at me rubbing her head. I couldn't help but grin.
"I am teaching him not to do that, but it seemed like an effective way to wake you up." I told her. She glared at me in return.
"Why did you wake me up?" She asked slightly annoyed that we had woken her up.
I looked at Trudie waiting for her to explain. "Valkyrie thinks I need to buy a pregnancy test." She explained to Kynaree. Kynaree's face immediately went from annoyed to big eyed and filled with excitement.
"Oh my gosh! You're pregnant Trudie?" Kynaree yelled in excitement.
"We don't know for sure yet Kynaree, calm down." Trudie exclaimed.
"Well what are we waiting for? Let's go get that pregnancy test!"
"We have one problem." I reminded them.
"What's that?" The asked in unison.
"I highly doubt Cecil, Rivers, and Nathan are going to let us go venturing off on our own." I told them.
"Well then they'll just have to come with us." Kynaree reasoned.
"I kind of wanted to surprise Rivers with the news if it turned out to be true." Trudie admitted. I thought about this for a moment. How could we get the test without Rivers finding out, but also keeping the guys happy by not going by ourselves. An idea that would work hit me quickly, I just had to hope for once Nathan was actually listening to my thoughts.
"I could ask Nathan to take me to get it for you Trudie, that way we keep the guys happy, and you can still surprise Rivers if you'd be willing to watch Taavi for me for a short time while we are gone." I offered.
"I'll gladly watch Taavi....so long as he doesn't yank all my hair out." Trudie joked, her mood improving again.
"Just lightly tap his hand so he gets the idea and he'll usually stop." I told them. Nathan Nicholai come here." I yelled my thoughts louder than before so even if he wasn't listening he couldn't help but hear them.
It wasn't long till he was in the room with us. "Shout your thoughts a little louder next time? I was actually listening this time because I wasn't sure where you had gone." He smirked at me.
"Well, I wanted to make sure you heard me. Did you hear the whole conversation or just me shouting your name?" I asked him wanting to know how much I actually had to fill him in on.
"All of it. We'll be back in bit." Nathan told them, taking the moment to ruffle Taavi's hair. We left Trudie and Kynaree to watch Taavi, and headed out the door so we could get Trudie her pregnancy test.
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Post by --Kyle-- on Nov 11, 2011 16:35:21 GMT -6
--Xian's POV--
With everything going on, I had become exhausted. Not wanting to talk to anyone else, I went and found the room with the bunk beds where Ethan and I would be staying. The room smelled of dust and it was cold, as if no one had opened the door to let any heat inside.
The bed was small and my feet hung just slightly off the edge of it. The sun was still not quite down yet. Curling up, slipped my head underneath the pillow, blocking the light from the window.
Just as I was about to fall asleep, the door creaked open. Whoever had opened it stepped in, then stepped out, then back in again as if contemplating whether or not to bother me. I stayed silent, hoping they would just walk away.
The door closed again. I sunk further into the bed knowing they had gone, but then I heard foot steps. They hadn't gone, just closed the door when they had finally come in. The bed sunk a little down as whoever it was sat at the end of it.
"I'm scared you know," Ethan's voice said, breaking the silence. "I'm scared too. And because of it I want to get something off of my chest."
I said nothing. Waiting for him to think he was asleep.
"I know that you might be sleeping, or ignoring me because you are still mad, but I don't care," Ethan continued. "I need to say it aloud no matter if you hear me or not."
Ethan sighed heavily. I was about to stop him, saying that I was awake, but he started again.
"I don't love Luana," Ethan said. "I married her because I thought it was what I was supposed to do. I had been living my life the way I thought it was supposed to be," I could here that he was on the verge of tears. Wanting desperately to stop him, but didn't want him to know I actually heard, I stayed silent.
"I don't want to be with her anymore," he continued. "There is only one person I want to be with. Before all this I thought it was impossible after we had moved to Seattle. But I can't help that I have feelings for—" A knock on the door stopped him.
I stayed as quiet as I could as Ethan walked out of the room.
I didn't want to jump to conclusions because he hadn't finished what he said…but I couldn't help but wonder if he was about to say "you". If he had, I didn't know how I felt. It was enough of a shock to find out my best friend had never loved the woman he married, let alone he had always been in love with me—stop, that is an assumption. You don't know for sure, I reminded myself.
Sitting up, I tried to clear my head. For a long while, I sat trying to figure out how I felt about it. But after a while, I decided I shouldn't think about it. I should let it go. He had thought I was asleep and even still he didn't say anything.
Not knowing how I felt and not knowing what else to do, I lay back down and tried to fall back asleep, which I found was a useless attempt.
--Corey's POV--
For two moths I had traveled around London and the surrounding areas. It wasn't until I walked down a street during the night, street lamps leading the way as I searched for the pub I had heard about.
As I neared where I thought it had been, I realized I was in a very peculiar part of London. Everything seemed shady and out of place, but I had a feeling that in the pub, I would find who I was looking for.
While searching around I had heard of a man who had his eye out for a faerie with purple hair that had visited him in a dream. Immediately I had thought of one of the creatures I was searching for. When I had asked about who had told the tale, I was pointed in the direction of the "Ship Anchor" pub, looking for the man with a black glass eye.
Finally finding it tucked behind between an abandoned storefront and a disgusting looking barber, I walked inside the door. Immediately getting we-will-kill-you-looks, I pretended I didn't notice, walking in and not backing down. Slowly they had all turned away going back to what they had been doing.
I sat at the bar and pointed at something that looked drinkable. The bartender, a large man with a beard, slid it to me from where I sat. Taking a sip, I choked it down; it tasted horrible. It resembled nothing that I had ever drank. Setting it down I slipped the bartender some money.
As the bartender reached for it, I pulled it back. "I need to know some information," I said, trying to sound tough; I ended up sounding moronic, but let it go.
"I don't want any trouble in here," he said slowly and quietly.
"No, no," I said. "No trouble. Just tell me where I can find the man with the black glass eye."
The bartender looked around to make sure no one was around. He nodded quickly over to the man at the end of the bar. Looking at him, his left eye glistened from the reflection of the dim light. The eye that wasn't glass stared back at him.
Gulping, I gave the money to the bartender, grabbed my glass and headed over to the man, hoping that I wouldn't be killed.
(The Ethan and Xian thing I planned to do in my MM short story, but never got around to writing that. It may or may not be true. Either way it will be more funny than serious.)
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Post by <^>Krustine<^> on Nov 19, 2011 23:19:30 GMT -6
~Trudie's POV~
Nathan and Valk left to go get the pregnancy test and I was left with Kynaree to watch Taavi. I was still a little shocked, this was great news, if it is true. I couldn't help but think of the terrible timing that it came though. If this is true, I'm now not only fighting for my own life, but for my baby's as well. What would River's say if I told him I was pregnant?
I left Kynaree and Taavi in the bedroom and went out and sat on the couch by Rivers. I didn't want to say anything about the pregnancy, not yet anyways.
"It's gonna be okay, I think this is all just an overreaction anyways. We probably didn't even have to leave the house--" Rivers ranted until he caught my look on my face.
"If you think that it is safe to be at the house, why don't you just go back there then? You didn't even need to come in the first place, you wanted to." I exclaimed, my hormones must be getting the best of me. I got up and went back in the bedroom where Kynaree and Taavi were right where I left them, and I slammed the door behind me before he could follow me in.
Kynaree tried talking to me, asking me if I was okay, but I didn't answer her. I just laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling tile.
"Trudie, let me in! You know what I meant!" Rivers was yelling in the hallway, while pounding on the door. "Trudie, lets talk."
"Want me to let him in? I can go in the other room." Kynaree said moving towards the door.
"Don't open that door." I demanded, and after taking a deep breath I continued. "Sorry, I just don't want to talk to him right now. I can't."
"Did you tell him about the pregnancy?" She whispered as for him not to hear it through the door in case I hadn't.
"No, he doesn't want to be here. He wishes he would have stayed back home. He thinks this is all an overreaction, but he doesn't understand."
~River's POV~
"Trudie, let me in!" I said one last time before giving up on the hope that she was going to talk to me tonight.
Nathan and Valkyrie walked through the front door. Valkyrie was holding a small brown paper bag that was folded at the top.
"Hey Rivers, where's Trudie and Taavi?" Valkyrie asked.
"In the bedroom, I wouldn't go in there if I were you, shes in a bad mood." I said, but she walked in anyways.
I went back into the living room and sat on the couch. A few minutes later I heard the creaking of the bedroom door opening and when I looked over, Trudie had the brown paper bag. I caught her eye but only for a split second before she looked away and went into the bathroom. I got up and went into the bedroom where the door was still open.
"Whats going on?" I asked Valkyrie and Kynaree who where sitting on the bed playing with Taavi. They both just shrugged. I left the bedroom determined to get into the bathroom to talk to Trudie. I need to know whats going on.
~Trudie's POV~
The directions on the box says it will take at least 2 minutes before I will get a response. It hadn't even been 30 seconds before Rivers knocked on the door.
"Trudie, can I come in?" His voice softly seeped through the door. He sounded scared, did he know what was going on?
"Not now Rivers." I said, with one hand on the door handle, trying to force myself not to unlock it. I so badly wanted him in here with me, but I didn't want to give in.
"Please. Trudie, whatever is going on that you don't want to tell me, I think I should be by your side in it. I know you're mad at me, but please, forgive me?"
I unlocked the door so he could open it and sat on the closed toilet seat, still holding the pregnancy test in my hands, I said. "It's open."
He opened the door and first looked into my eyes and followed my glance down towards my hands, then looked at me again.
"Is it-- Are you--" He whispered not able to finish his questions.
"I don't know yet."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
I stood up and looked up into his hazel eyes. "I couldn't, not after you told me you didn't even want to be here."
"Trudie, I didn't mean that I didn't want to be here with you. I mean I didn't think that we needed to be running, I was just mad that we weren't at home by ourselves." He wrapped his arms around me to comfort me.
"It's not your life that we are running for. Its mine..." I looked down at the pregnancy test that a little blue plus sign showed back at me and continued. ".. and now our baby's." I said showing him the test.
After our long embrace I went to the bedroom to show Valkyrie and Kynaree. They both responded excitedly, but I broke the excitement when I ran to the bathroom and vomited.
I'm not sure I'm going to like this.
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Later that night, after everyone had settled down for sleep, I had nothing to do but think about all that was going on. I tried to distract myself, to not think.
Instead, I laid there watching Rivers sleep. For the most part it worked, it got me to stop thinking about the little creature growing inside me.
Early morning came and people started emerging from the different rooms. Mabel went to the kitchen and after a few minutes I could hear the coffee start to perk. I decided to take this as an opportunity to talk to her.
"I'm sorry about last night." I said when I got to the kitchen.
"About what?" She replied with a smile on her face.
"About dinner, I didn't mean to be rude." I apologized.
"Oh, sweetheart, don't worry about it. It wasn't your fault." She walked over to me and put her hands on my stomach. "You have a child growing inside you. You are doing a beautiful thing."
We walked back into the living room together and she told me to get some rest, so I laid down next to Rivers, but I knew that I couldn't sleep.
It seemed within a few minutes almost everyone was awake and were sitting in the living room. Kynaree was the only one still sleeping, but she enjoyed sleeping in. I made Rivers get up so that I could put the couch back together. Not only was it being messy bothering me, but it also made more room for everyone to sit.
We were talking about what we were planning on doing, and how no one had a plan, when the phone rang and interrupted the conversations that were going on, and Harris got up to answer the phone.
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Post by ×|{å†ìe× on Dec 2, 2011 21:46:20 GMT -6
~<>~Cecil's POV~<>~
My grandfather silenced the shrill of the telephone. "Hello?" He made eye-contact with me and lifted a finger to his lips. His expression was one of worry. I shushed everyone and put the television on mute. I moved closer to the kitchen as he put the phone on speaker.
The voice was instantly recognizable, "Hey dad, how are you and mum doing?"
"We're fine," my grandfather replied. Everyone else was silent. We all knew that the phone lines could be tapped by the MMC at any moment. My father could purposely be recording this for them. “What about you? What've you been up to?” he was trying to make the conversation as casual as possible.
I wasn't the only one inching closer to the telephone. Valkyrie, Trudie, Rivers and Ethan were almost breathing down my neck. Nathan sat on the couch with Taavi. He was listening intently too. Xian and Kynaree were still sleeping – missing out on the conversation entirely. My dad cleared his throat, “I'm okay. I was just checking up on you both.” It felt like he wasn't just talking to my Grandparents. He knew we were here. It was just a matter of time before the rest of the MMC figured it out. “Uh, have you had any visitors lately? I mean...” he tried to gather the words, “old friends?” The conversation was getting extremely suspicious.
Was he referring to us? Did he actually think my grandfather would betray us after taking this risk in the first place? My father continued, “You used to go out with your friends all the time. I was just wondering if you or mum have been out lately. Just sitting around your house isn't healthy for you.” He was trying to cover himself now. My father was usually an excellent liar, but this time it wasn't working well for him.
My grandmother cut in,“Rodgy, don't worry about us. Your dad and I are fine.”
“I don't think you're fine, mum. I think you need to get out of the house...” he paused, “for some fresh air.”
My heart rate started to accelerate. He definitely wasn't talking to his parents. I traded expressions with my grandfather, and then turned to the people beside me. We all wore the same mask of worry and confusion. Knock, knock, my breath caught in my throat, knock, knock, knock. “Harris?!” an old man's voice was muffled behind the door.
“Looks like I have some visitors. I'm going to have to let you go,” my grandpa said as he hung up. Everything that happened after was quick. “Go to the basement now. Its through that door, then go to the back of the wall. Behind the third bookshelf there's a place to hide. Stay there. Make no noise.”
“What about Kynaree and Xian?” Ethan asked immediately.
“I'll get them. Go now,” I whispered fiercely. I went in the opposite direction towards the hallway. Quickly – but quietly – I rushed into the bedroom. Kynaree was still passed out on the floor, while Xian was reading his Kindle on the lower bunk.
~<>~Kynaree's POV~<>~
“Errmm,” I wasn't on the floor anymore. Why was I being picked up? Voices slowly started to register in my head. “Get into the damn closet.” That was Cecil.
Then Xian, “What? Why? What's going on?”
“Quit asking questions. Just listen to me... Kynaree, wake up.” I was sat upright inside of a dark space. I opened my eyes and waited for them to adjust to the dark. I was in a dark closet with Xian. Cecil shoved the bedding from the floor into the closet too. He managed to make his way beside me and shut the door behind him. “Okay,” he began, “My grandparents have some visitors. It is highly-likely that these visitors are MMC employees. Actually, I'm positive that they are members of the MMC, and that they're spying.”
We all did some adjusting to get as comfortable as possible. “What happens when they find us?” I asked.
“They won't,” Cecil replied.
“You don't know that,” I argued. “There's signs of us being here throughout the entire house, and that's without looking in the closets... Where's everyone else?”
“They're in the basement.”
“Oh, you don't think they're gonna look in the basement either?” I normally wasn't cranky when I woke up in the morning, but this was a very stressful situation. “There gonna see all mess around the house and know there are extra people here.”
“Kynaree, Trudie is here. She doesn't sleep. There is absolutely no mess in this house.” It was odd playing reversed roles. Wasn't I supposed to be the one reassuring him?
Xian joined, “There isn't any way they won't find us.” He was on my side. “Especially if we don't shut up. Besides, if these people are anything like Cecil then they'll overlook and over-think everything.”
“... What happens when they find us?” I repeated. “Will they find us first and leave the others alone?” If anything happened, I hoped it was this. Trudie and Rivers had a baby on the way, and Nathan and Valkyrie had Taavi. Ethan had, his wife, Luana.
“They won't find us or the others.” Cecil refused to answer my question.
Silence.
I wasn't annoyed often, but right now I was angry. How did he think it was still okay to treat me like a three-year-old? I should know what to expect. My eyes began getting wet, and I wiped angry tears from my face. I didn't want Xian and Cecil to see me cry. It made me thankful the closet was so dark. Inside I knew what Cecil was keeping from me. He didn't want to tell me that they were going to torture us, or kill us. I don't know why I bothered asking.
“I'm sorry,” he finally said, “you need to believe me though. Do you hear how sincere I'm being?” I sniffled, but said nothing. “What will make you believe me?... Here.” He grabbed my hand and slid on a ring. I felt it. The realization hit me that it was on the ring finger of my left hand. Was that on purpose? What was going on? “There, I promise, we'll have a future and a happily ever after and all that stuff.”
“Wait, did we just get engaged in a closet?” I wasn't sure what my reaction should be, but I couldn't help but start giggling. I heard Xian mutter something that sounded like annoyance.
Cecil paused, “I didn't really think this through.” I covered my mouth with my hands to keep laughter from escaping. “Give me the ring back, I'll do it later.”
“No, it's mine now.” I tried to admire the ring with the light that shone through the crack of the two doors. I seen it glimmer, but it was too hard to see with such little light.
“Can I be the first to say congratulations? Now, shut up,” Xian whispered.
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Post by --Kyle-- on Dec 2, 2011 23:48:36 GMT -6
--Xian's POV--
It was silent then. The darkness covered us. I tried my hardest not to breathe. I couldn't think of anything else but Ethan. Where he was. If he was alright. I needed him with me. I couldn't do this without him. If the MMC member's found us in here, there was a possibility I would never see him again.
That is what scared me most. The fact that I thought of that at all. I didn't love him. I still didn't know that he loved me. I mean I loved him, just not in that way…sort of. I didn't know and that was also the scariest part. I didn't know what and there was a chance I would never find out.
My knee was lodged into my chest, making the trying-not-breathe thing a lot easier. I didn't know whose foot was underneath me, but my leg was starting to get all tingly.
"Did we just get engaged in a closet?" I heard Kynaree say, it caught my attention. I didn't know that they were talking about, know one had asked to get married. That's when I saw the ring glint in the light. "No, it's mine now."
If they didn't shut up they would find us. "Can I be the first to say congratulations? Now, shut up."
It was silent again.
Kynaree continued to look at her ring in the light coming through the door. Dust motes floated past and I could just make out the shape of Cecil's silhouetted face.
Minutes passed as I tried to think of anything else but Ethan. Then it all clicked together. I had been with Aurora for so long before, who knows? I had always been with her. I grew up with her and the relationship just developed. I had never even thought of being with anyone else—whether it be a man or a woman.
The silence and darkness started to push down on me in away that made the small space even smaller. My palms were sweating and I felt heat all over my body. My head was spinning and I just wanted to get out to breathe.
I wanted to scream. To kick and yell and punch and fight my way out of the closet. I didn't care if I hurt Kynaree or Cecil in my fight to get out.
Just as I was about to break, my hand in mid air to push forward at the doors of the closet when the sound of the bedroom door opening stopped me.
It was a small jiggle of the handle and creak, before it swung open.
I held my breath and I could feel the others do the same.
One set of footsteps walked slowly around the room, then suddenly they stopped just in front of the closet.
They opened quickly and Kynaree gave a loud yelp of fear.
I looked up and saw Cecil's grandmother standing over them in the door frame.
"There you are," she said. "I found them." She called over her shoulder. Harris popped his head through the door.
"Oh good," he said going back into the hall.
"Are they gone?" Cecil stood immediately following his grandfather. "What did they want? Who did…" He continued further down the hall.
"What? What is the matter with you?" Mabel asked Kynaree, concern on her face.
I turned to Kynaree and saw the creepiest grin I've ever seen. It was like the Grinch on crack. I stepped backward away from her.
Kynaree held up her hand to show Mabel the ring.
Mabel took one look at her hand and turned around and walked out of the room without saying a word.
Kynaree's grin went down to a slightly less creepy level, but I still stayed away from her.
Together, Kynaree and I walked out of the bedroom into the hall. I wanted to find out who had been here, but most of all I wanted to know where Ethan was.
Then I saw him in the hall walking toward us. I panicked. It was like seeing Ethan differently. It was still him, but it wasn't at the same time.
"Hey," Ethan said. "You guys alright?"
"Yeah, fine—good—um, yes—" I stopped before it got worse.
"Okay," Ethan looked worried. "Where were you guys? I was getting worried."
"You were?" I sounded to happy. I coughed and tried to make my voice sound deeper. "I mean—Yeah, we were in the closet."
Valkyrie, Nathan, and Rivers had walked in the hall then, all from different directions. They stopped from passing through to listen.
"You were in a closet?" Ethan asked. "The three of you?"
"Yeah," I said. "But we aren't any more. Well, I am…not. I'm not in the closet. Sort of—I—am here now. Out of the closet. With you—no closet. Just…what?"
"Are you alright?" Ethan asked looking at me weird. I didn't blame him. I closed my eyes and nodded.
"Mhm." I mumbled with my lips tight. Don't speak. Don't speak.
"Are you okay Kynaree? You weren't scared were you?" Ethan asked concerned for her.
I just stayed quiet. Idiot, idiot, why do I even open my mouth? I should just die.
"No I'm fine," Kyanree said, the grin returning to its creepiest. "Look."
She held up her hand to show the ring.
"Oh wow, Kynaree!" Valkyrie said excitedly.
"Yeah, wow," he said, awkwardly. "That's great. Cecil right?"
"Who else would have…?" Kynaree looked confused.
"No, that's wonderful." Ethan said.
He was acting awkward because of me. I was making him uncomfortable. Oh, god he knew that I was looking at him. Should I look at him? I want to. Or do I? I don't know. This is so irritating I just want to—
"I'm going to go see what is going on," I blurted.
"Yeah," Ethan said absent-mindedly. He walked away into the bedroom.
Kynaree had already skipped away, her grin killing the souls of babies, Valkyrie following her. Rivers and Nathan looked at me funnily as I passed them.
My paranoia reached a new level, one higher than that of Kynaree's grin.
I ran into the bathroom, the first room I found where no one was occupying. I threw up in the toilet.
--Corey's POV--
The man's voice was gruff and dry as he answered my question of what he knew of the purple haired faerie.
"She came to me," she said. "In a dream."
"Did she say anything to you? Do you remember where you were in the dream?" I asked. If he knew anything it would be helpful. But most of all I was curious to know why he even knew about the girl faerie named—Kynaree, I remembered.
"She said nothing," he said. "Just walked by me. I was in a rural place, real quaint."
"Rural," I repeated quietly, scribbling on the bar napkin.
"Why you ask?" he drank another gulp of his beer.
"I was looking for her, actually," I explained. "She's very important for something."
"Not real ya know," he said.
"Sure," I shrugged. I knew how he had seen her then. He must be a creature himself. Not one that was well-known or even that different from humans.
He was a Fate. A demon human cross-breed that could see into the future. He appeared completely human but his eye. I realized it wasn't a glass eyes at all. It was a demon's black eye. He wouldn't probably know what he was or anything else existed.
"Have you had similar dreams? Ones that may have come true…like visions?" I asked tentatively. If her didn't believe Kynaree existed, he would never believe about what he was.
He didn't answer.
"Are you sure you haven't?" I slipped wad of money toward him.
He looked at the money and then back toward me.
"Maybe one or twice," he said shrugging, grabbing the money and pocketing it. "Nothin' really."
"Do you know where exactly this place was that you saw her?" I asked, getting impatient.
"Yeah…I saw it before," he said, taking the napking, writing down an address. "I drive by it erry'day. Thought it was a coincidence."
"Thank you," I said grabbing the napkin. The man grabbed my wrist before I could pull away.
"Don't think this means you heard anything from me," he spat.
"Wouldn't—No, never," I stammered. I then realized he had known all along. He knew what he was. He must have been testing me to be sure.
He nodded shortly and went back to his pint.
I left the bar with the address in my hand. Taking the streets back to where I was staying that night, I looked down at the address. I knew where it was, roughly. Cranleigh wasn't too far.
But it was much too late to go now. I would wait to in the morning. But soon I would be able to go back home to be with Luciana. That was what kept me going on this quest for her. It was all for her.
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Post by Kàylà on Dec 6, 2011 13:19:36 GMT -6
~Valkyrie's POV~
Rivers, Trudie, Ethan, Nathan, Taavi, and I took refuge in the underground bunker that was behind the bookcase in Harris's basement. When he built the hideout he must have realized that at some point more than just 2 people would have to hide in here. Thankfully we all had enough arm and leg room. We couldn't really move around but at least we weren't pressed in together like sardines in a can.
I had to do my best to keep Taavi quiet. He had just woken up from a nap which is when he is the most ambitious. "Shhh Taavi, be quiet for mommy okay. We can play in a little bit okay?" It wasn't working and I was getting frustrated. Normally I had the utmost patience with Taavi, but I was scared and anxious. I was scared that the MMC would find us and anxious because Cecil, Kynaree, and Xian weren't with us, so we didn't know if they were safe. I was also worried for Mabel and Harris. What would the MMC do to them if they knew they were hiding us?
"Valkyrie give Taavi to me." Nathan said outstretching his arms to take his son. I gently handed Taavi to Nathan, knowing it was a good idea for Nathan to be holding him instead of me. Nathan was able to keep Taavi quiet better than I was and I was relived by that. 20 minutes passed until Harris and Mabel came downstairs to get us.
"Doesn't seem like they did a very thorough job." I exclaimed. I hadn't even heard footsteps come down the basement until just now.
"There was only one of them, and while he didn't appear to be with the MMC, he had asked about a woman with purple hair. So of course we couldn't take any chances until we knew for sure that he had left." Harris explained to me.
"Thank you. I know the amount of danger we are putting you and your wife in by taking us in." Nathan told them sincerely.
"We should probably go find Cecil, Kynaree, and Xian." Trudie suggested, worry shown across her face even though we all knew that for now..we were safe. We followed Harris up the stairs and we each took a room to search for the rest of our group. I took mine and Nathan's room, Trudie checked the living room closet. Nathan checked behind the shower curtain in the bathroom. Rivers checked Harris and Mabel's room, and Ethan checked Cecil and Kynaree's room.
Harris was the one that eventually found them hiding in the closet in Xian and Ethan's room. Kynaree let out a loud yelp when Harris opened the closet doors, but once she saw it was us Kynaree had a creepy grin on her face. When we all looked at her questionably and Mabel asked her what her what was wrong, Kyanree help up her hand to show us the engagement ring that proudly sat there.
Xian started making a fool of himself once he saw Ethan. I looked at Nathan and raised my eyebrow wondering if he had any idea as to what was going on between the two of them. He just shook his head, as clueless as I was. I frowned in frustration. I never thought I would miss being able to hear everyone's every thought. I hadn't realized how helpful it was until I lost it. I missed being a vampire in general...I still remembered my life as a vampire but it was slowly fading, since a human memory wasn't as good as a vampire memory.
Kynaree skipped away happily from the group and I decided to follow her. Everyone then followed us into the kitchen. Apparently it seemed like it was meeting time now that the supposed danger had passed.
"We need to figure out a plan of where to go next, and what to do next." Cecil told everyone.
"I think we need to gather more information on why they are really after us. And who is after us. We know the MMC but why now? Why after two years are they bringing this up? If we had really caused such a disturbance shouldn't they have gone after us 2 years ago? There has to be someone higher up in the MMC that is ordering this, and I don't think it's for something as easy as trying to keep the mythical world a secret." Xian chimed in, he had finally pulled himself together again after his episode in front of Ethan.
I still wasn't sure what that was all about, maybe he was just afraid that he wouldn't be able to see Ethan again, I mean they were best friends after all. Trudie seemed like she was about to add something to what Xian and Cecil both had said but quickly ran to the bathroom before she could.
Rivers stood to get up but I made him sit back down. "I'll take care of her Rivers, trust me, we don't like you males seeing us like this." I quickly went after Trudie who sat clutching the toilet, sweat running across her brow. I took the glass on the sink and filled it with water. "Swish your mouth out with this, don't drink it." I told her.
She did as I said and handed the glass back to me. "Ugh, thanks. How long did the puking last for you?" She asked me in a tired voice.
"Unfortunately it lasts quiet awhile...during most of the first trimester. I suggest keeping gum on you." I joked with her. She laughed weakly and then had to lift her head to throw up again. I rubbed her back, knowing that had always helped me feel a little better. "Let me know when you feel less pukey and I'll get you another glass of water to swish your mouth out again."
She nodded her head in response not wanting to speak again just in case she had to vomit once more. We sat there for about another 5 minutes before she asked me to get her another glass of water. She swished her mouth out and I took a better look at her. Her color had returned so I knew the worst of it was over.
"Here." I took a piece of gum out of my pocket and handed it to her. I hadn't been able to break the habit of keeping gum on me after I had stopped having to worry about morning sickness.
"Thanks. Help me up?" She asked putting the piece of gum in her mouth.
"Yup, stand up slowly though, otherwise you'll get massive head rush and be dizzy." I slowly helped her up and kept a loose grip on her until I knew she was fine to walk by herself again.
"Thanks Valkyrie."
"Anytime Trudie." I smiled at her. We rejoined everyone in the kitchen and Rivers look of worry lessened when he saw that Trudie was okay again. One thing was for sure...pregnancy was a bitch.
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Post by <^>Krustine<^> on Dec 6, 2011 14:49:52 GMT -6
~Trudie's POV~
Everyone tells you that morning sickness sucks, I still don't know why it is called morning sickness. I do know that everyone is just lucky I held in the puking until after we left the hiding place in the basement, that could have been ugly.
I was lucky to have Valkyrie there to help me through this pregnancy. When she is in the bathroom while I'm puking she knows how I am feeling because she has been through it not long ago. It's not that I don't like having Rivers take care of me when I'm sick, its just that he continuously asks me if I'm okay and it gets annoying, I'm puking, no I'm not okay.
Rivers looked relieved when we went back out into the kitchen where everyone else had been waiting.
"Are you okay?" He asked me, as he normally does.
"Can you please stop asking me if I'm okay? I just puked my guts out, do you think I'm okay?" I responded and suddenly felt guilty. "I'm sorr--"
"No, its okay. You don't have to apologize, I understand. It's the hormones." He replied, but still looked a little saddened by my response to him.
"You know I love you, just remember that when the hormones continue to take over my body."
He stretched out his arm and gently placed his hand on my stomach. "I know you love me, but I love you more, and I love this little baby, be it a boy or a girl."
"I'm not even gonna start the 'I love you more' war. I'm not in the mood for arguing, even if it is just silly arguing." I turned to Kynaree, "Hey, you wanna tell me how you got that ring on your finger?" I asked and we went into the living room to talk where it was quieter.
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Post by ×|{å†ìe× on Jan 9, 2012 21:08:34 GMT -6
~<>~Kynaree's POV~<>~
Trudie took my hand and we walked into the living room. I was giddy with excitement. It wasn't like I never thought it was going to happen, but it was still really great that it did. Especially with all my friends around to congratulate us. I examined the ring in the light of the lamp nearest the couch. I had to slide it off to appreciate it properly. It was perfect.
The main stone was shiny, and smaller shinnies extended from the stone around the silver band. The ring had little what-looked-like etchings of leaves, or maybe they were petals. I decided they were leaves and stems, because they were holding the little stones which must've been the flowers.
"Its beautiful," Trudie commented and then added, "So, um, story?" Valkyrie came over to engage in our engagement story. I tried to gather my thoughts, so that I wouldn't leave anything out.
"Well, Cecil carried me into a closet, and Xian happened to be there too. Then I was told what was going on, so I was kind of freaked out. Actually, I was kinda having a minor panic attack. Which doesn't normally happen, and Cecil was all like, 'Kynaree, you need to calm down.' And I was all crying and stuff. And Cecil was still all, 'we're gonna be fine.' I was still pretty freaked out... Anyways, eventually he said 'I promise to love you forever and that's all that matters.' then he paused all dramatically and said, 'Will you marry me?' And without an answer he slide the ring on my finger." I smiled.
"Its about time," Valkyrie said. "We all knew it was bound to happen."
~<>~Cecil's POV~<>~
Kynaree immediately began showing off her ring when we were released from the closet. Then she skipped away and we all decided to follow. It was meeting time in the kitchen, “We need to figure out a plan of where to go next, and what to do next.” I was up for any ideas. I was tired of having the responsibility to come up with the plans.
I think we need to gather more information on why they are really after us. And who is after us. We know the MMC, but why now? Why after two years are they bringing this up? If we had really caused such a disturbance shouldn't they have gone after us two years ago? There has to be someone higher up in the MMC that is ordering this, and I don't think it's for something as easy as trying to keep the mythical world a secret,” Xian said. He looked tired, and paler than normal.
Trudie ran out, and Valkyrie came to her aid. I ran a hand through my hair, “Maybe some of us need to dig deeper into this, and try to find the key players.”
“Are you suggesting we split up?” Ethan asked me. “That's how horror stories start, I say we stick together.” Everyone seemed to agree with this. They wanted to stay close to their loved ones, but I wanted to protect mine.
“We should discuss this more after everyone has settled down,” Nathan said. It was a good idea. Everyone was a bit shaken up after our close encounter with the MMC. I wanted to talk to my over-delighted fiancée anyways.
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Post by --Kyle-- on Jan 18, 2012 21:26:00 GMT -6
-- Xian's POV --
I hated discussing plans. It made me feel ill—even more ill that I already did. I wanted to go back to our room to get away from everyone. I had already puked twice and didn't know why. I wasn't the pregnant one. Regardless, feeling this way wasn't good. I needed to take my mind off of it.
This, however, was impossible. It seemed that Ethan was everywhere and I couldn't seem to get away. "Would you like some tea?" Ethan had asked, I looked away from him, mumbling "No."
I turned back to him, watching Ethan take a drink of his tea. He stared, seeing the way his lips pressed against the rim of the cup; the way his muscles moved in his neck as the tea slipped down his throat; his eyes looked down at the paper he read, his lashes long and—
Stop. I like women. Women are beautiful. They have breasts and hips and—that wasn't the problem. All of these things were, yes, attractive, but the way Ethan was, the way most guys were, was that not attractive either? I hadn't noticed before, but like women, men were just as beautiful. Carefully crafted in a way that was meant to be attractive for another. What was the difference? I cared for Ethan just as I had for Aurora. They were, in my eyes, only different in how I found them attractive. I had been blinded by the fact that I was meant to be heterosexual, based on what society had given me. Even then, I had spent nearly half my life with Aurora. It was natural for me to end up with her. I had never had a chance to experience anything but her.
But Ethan was different. Ethan was a new experience. A new type of attractiveness that I had never known before. It was new territory, and I think that is what had scared me the most.
The entire day went along that way. Me trying to avoid Ethan speaking to me, and when he had to, I would mumble something and make an excuse to leave the room. I spent a lot of time in the bathroom alone. This irritated Trudie and I had to find a new hideaway.
I found my way back into the closet—an ironic situation indeed, I had come to realize as I sat there. The blanket Cecil had pushed in there was still laying on the ground. Now without the others, it had become much roomier.
As I sat, I tried to think of anything that would help either situation. The first, the fact that the MMC was after us for a reason we were unsure of. The second, I was quite sure that Ethan was in love with me, and I was completely confused on whether I love him back.
The closet felt very small and dark then. Without having thought of an answer to either situation, and despite the fact it was still daylight for another few hours, I fell asleep.
--Corey's POV--
It was strange, being turned away from the old couple. I had thought that I was sure on the address. I was quite sure to be exact, and so I waited. Still near enough to be able to see the house and what was going on, but far enough away that no one would notice.
Then, somewhere during the day I had seen her. She was quite pretty and her hair a brilliant purple color. She stood in the window, her arms crossed. The old couple had lied.
I waited longer still, until just before dark. It was nearly twilight, the field surrounding the house nearly blended all together. Unless they were specifically watching, I would not be seen.
This time I wouldn't be fooled. I would not knock on the door again. It was a stupid plan, I knew, but it was all I had. Luciana made me promise that I would find them and tell them what they needed to know—or at least what they could understand.
It took only a minute or so to reach the house. As I reached it, darkness had completely concealed my attempts to reach the house, but the lights of the inside shone down through the windows, making it more difficult to find what I needed.
At last, I saw the glint of the glass. The window at the base of the house to the basement. I took off my jacket and wrapped it around my elbow to silence the break as best I could. Tapping the window with my covered elbow as tightly and strong as I could. It shattered, the glass ranging down onto the cement floor inside.
Quickly, I slipped inside, using my hands to support my descent. The jagged glass edge sliced my hand, causing me to slip. I fell hard to the ground, knocking something over that crashed onto the ground. Great.
--Xian's POV--
I woke with a start, kicking my leg out against the wall of the closet. My shin had hit the wall just right and pain shot up my leg. I cursed, trying to find my bearings. I hadn't meant to sleep inside the closet.
Opening the door, I saw that it was nearly dark now. It was still early, everyone would still be awake. Standing, I staggered out of the closet and used the bunk bed to balance myself before I fell. Then I saw him. Ethan lay on the bottom bunk, clearly asleep.
It was still early for him to have gone to bed and I noticed he still wore his clothes. He had also taken a nap, I noticed. The time on the clock said it was nearly seven in the evening. For a moment I had a mental debate whether to wake him or not. A long nap into the evening would mean he would be up all night if her were to awake in a few hours. But even still, he would be awake for much longer if he was awakened now.
For a moment, I thought of letting him sleep, giving me time and reason to avoid him. But a second thought told me something different. He was still my friend. I shouldn't avoid or try not speaking to him. Even after everything. It didn't matter if I thought he loved me, or if he really did. It didn't matter if I loved him back or not. Because I did. In a way I would never be able to understand. If it was in a brotherly way, or a friendly way, or much, much more than that. It didn't matter. He was my best friend and at the moment, he was all I had.
I went over to the bed and sat down beside him. Ethan lay on his back, on arm at his side, the other bent near his head. His legs sprawled in two different directions, his jeans pushed up on one leg, revealing the hair that stuck upward at the edge of his sock. The other sock was missing completely.
Hesitantly, I took my hand and placed it on his shoulder to wake him. But once my finger connected to his skin at the base of the sleeve of his shirt, I paused. Like electricity spinning through my body, I wanted to pull away but at the same time I wanted to hold it, keeping the feeling.
I found my arm having a mind of it's own, gliding over his skin, onto his neck, feeling the scruff from not shaving for two days. Down to his chest, moving up and down with his breathing. My hand stopped at his heart, feeling it beat slowly as he dreamed. For a moment, my mind raced with the thoughts of him being there. He was living and breathing and he was real. He was a person just like me, and he existed. The sheer beauty of another person being there made my heart nearly stop. I wanted him. More than a brother. More than a friend. More than anything in the world, I wanted him.
My other hand reached around and touched the base of his neck, moving up to the side of his face. My fingers laced around the hair by is ears and my thumb pressed against his lips.
What was I doing. What was I doing? He was asleep. I had to stop, I should stop but I couldn't.
Crash.
My hand jerked, jumping at the noise, pushing his head. I pulled my hand away. Ethan's eyes fluttered open and jumped as he saw me. I held my breath, hoping he would think he was dreaming.
"What?" Ethan asked, concern on his face. "What's the matter?"
He must have seen the fear on my face. "Uh…" I said, searching my brain for something. "A noise. I heard a noise. Downstairs. I think we should investigate." Thank God for whatever made that noise.
"Oh," he said, rubbing his eyes. "Okay."
I followed Ethan out of the room, walking into the hallway. Valkyrie was there, along with Nathan. The four of us—God knows where the others had been, I didn't think or care to ask—walked over to the basement door. I took the liberty of going first, followed by Ethan and Nathan. Nathan had told Valkyrie to stay behind him.
At the bottom of the stairs, I reached for the string that would turn on the hanging light bulb. My heart still beat fast from what had happened minutes ago in the bedroom. I pulled the string and the light flickered on.
Lying on the ground, blood pooled around his arm, a young man—no older than me—writhed in pain. "Please!" he said, holding out his good hand, which also was stained red with blood. "I just—I need something for my arm."
"Who are you?" I asked. "Are you with the MMC?"
"I am," he said. "But—But, not like that. I work for them yes, but—"
"But what?" Nathan asked from behind me impatiently.
"I'm here to help."
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