Nova fiddled with the yellow post it pad, picking it apart into smaller and smaller little books, lining them on the table, sticking them all back together again.
She hated the whole idea of leaving a note. She wasn't Bobby's wife or his daughter and frankly she didn't owe him a damn thing. She hated that she knew he would keep it, that he was just stupidly sentimental enough to do that. She had been horrified, nauseated, to find a shoebox in their closet...his closet...whatever...filled with her little sticky notes. Even the ones that just said 'see you at 8' or 'I'll be late.' Her reaction had been blunt, as were most things about her.
'You keeping hairs from my brush too? Damn Bobby, this is creepy.'
Bobby didn't seem to mind, and didn't even care when she told him that she sure as hell didn't keep -his- notes.
Bobby. God. What a stupid name, a stupid frat boy college kid name. Odd that it was attached to such a -man-, and Bobby clearly was. Curly reddish blonde hair on his head with little hairs on his chest to match and rough, scratchy stubble. Quiet most of the time, easy going, and one would have never guessed he was a fucking demon in the sack.
Little drafts littered the table.
'Bye.' Why bother?
'Goodbye, Bobby.' God, too melodramatic.
'By the time you read this, I'll be...' No, a post it was too small for a note like that.
'I'm leaving a good thing, babe. I know it too.' Huh. Too...stupid.
'Come to Nachton. Cook me dinner.'
She smiled in spite of herself at that last one. Bobby was a damn good cook, even though most nights he was cooking for one. Well, that wasn't exactly true; he cooked for two even when he knew she wouldn't come home until late. He would leave her some leftovers in the fridge, and post its with instructions. They always ended with love, Bobby.
She finally told him she wished he wouldn't do that.
The notes disappeared. The food, however, did not.
It was kind of nice. Not in a 'hey, it's almost like we're married' sort of nice, not like that at all. He'd never asked, anyway, and if he had she would have told him to get the fuck out.
She might have smiled when she said it. But then, he had never asked.
She wasn't going to ask either. Not for a damn thing. The note disappeared in a crumple.
This was stupid. She had a plane to catch. People to meet, things to do. Oh, and Simon Huntington was going to turn her into a vampire.
It wasn't something you turned away from for a stupid boy. It wasn't even a choice, not really. She had barely thought of him at all when she made up her mind.
Fuck it. Stupid note.
She swept the pile into the trash, put her key on the hook, and picked up her bag.
Three Women, Three Stories
Theodosia stood as the division between the little ones and the older children, finding her position in the line was fittingly ambiguous and hopefully would keep her safe. She would, she reasoned, be the last choice for someone looking for a child to take home and raise and put to work, as she was too old to be brought into a family's ways. Likewise, there were plenty of older girls to pick before men looking for other uses got to her. She was content with that.
When the big man with the dead dogs on his shoulders looked up and down the line, though, she became worried. He didn't seem happy with the older girls and was coming dangerously close to looking at her. Theodosia didn't want him looking at her. She wished she could disappear.
What she wanted didn't seem to matter, though; he saw her anyway, and once he saw her he was done looking. He dropped the dogs on the ground, where two boys picked them up immediately, running back to the camp before the corpses could go stiff, and gestured to the slaver to cut the rope at her ankle. With an unceremonious shove, she fell in a heap at the strange man's feet.
He crouched down to regard her for a moment, then smiled and took a strip of leather from around his neck. There was an arrowhead tied to it, though it would be a long time before she learned that it had come from one of her people, that it had struck the man in the thigh and he had pulled it out with a smile.
"She makes a better prize than the arrow, I think."Â?
That odd statement made, he scooped her up off the ground and carried her off to his horse.
Theodosia had been so frightened that she hadn't even struggled.
She had seen his teeth.
Nova
18 years ago
Danielle
18 years ago
Dani sucked on the end of her pen as she browsed the newspaper, ignoring the chatter of her housemates. She had mixed feelings on leaving the co op where she had spent her first two years of college, but it was time to make room for new folks and she was ready to move on. It had been a good experience and a great way to live...but sometimes the other kids really seemed so...young.
They all thought they were pretty great. Living on their own, many for the first time, surviving the day to day trials of money and food and a world that seemed pitted against the young hippies who called this place home. It was sort of self important, really, though Dani didn't really fault them for it, any more than she faulted herself. She had loved it here; the dinners around the table when they played at being a family, the meals on the counter when they wanted to act like college kids. The messy rooms, the noise...she honest to goodness loved the noise. Heated arguments and music and laughter, clatter and chatter she called it when put together, and the house was always filled with it, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.
She would miss the people, too. She actually preferred them once they had all gotten passed the initial phase of proving they were intelligent, politically correct, aware, creative, when they had started going about just living their lives and leaving so many dishes in the sink that there were house meetings to deal with the problem.
But...heck, she liked her nice shoes and her clean rooms. She liked her nail polish and her barrettes and she didn't see why one had to wear clothing made entirely of home grown hemp in order to change the world. She was also getting pretty tired of living like a pig.
Maybe, when she got her own apartment, she could even get a dog.
First, though, she needed a job. Probably an internship of some sort, for now. Something that might grow into a better position.
Hmm. Meridian.
She made a big circle around the want ad.
They all thought they were pretty great. Living on their own, many for the first time, surviving the day to day trials of money and food and a world that seemed pitted against the young hippies who called this place home. It was sort of self important, really, though Dani didn't really fault them for it, any more than she faulted herself. She had loved it here; the dinners around the table when they played at being a family, the meals on the counter when they wanted to act like college kids. The messy rooms, the noise...she honest to goodness loved the noise. Heated arguments and music and laughter, clatter and chatter she called it when put together, and the house was always filled with it, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.
She would miss the people, too. She actually preferred them once they had all gotten passed the initial phase of proving they were intelligent, politically correct, aware, creative, when they had started going about just living their lives and leaving so many dishes in the sink that there were house meetings to deal with the problem.
But...heck, she liked her nice shoes and her clean rooms. She liked her nail polish and her barrettes and she didn't see why one had to wear clothing made entirely of home grown hemp in order to change the world. She was also getting pretty tired of living like a pig.
Maybe, when she got her own apartment, she could even get a dog.
First, though, she needed a job. Probably an internship of some sort, for now. Something that might grow into a better position.
Hmm. Meridian.
She made a big circle around the want ad.
Theodosia
18 years ago
Theodosia wrapped her furs closely around her as the carriage pushed onward, finding herself very nearly too warm except where small patches of pale skin were exposed, which were freezing in contrast. Wilhem’s faithful servant, Nestor, had objected to bringing her along, a fact for which she was not a little resentful, but fortunately Wilhem had ignored him, saying that his ‘little barbarian’ had the right to see. Even so, she was to stay behind, at camp, while the battle commenced. Theodosia had not been happy about this pronouncement, but Wilhem had promised her a spectacle if she behaved, and so she sat quietly in the carriage as it made its way North.
To Adrianople.
When the carriage stopped at last, Wilhem touched her lightly on the face, and Theodosia was good and did not cringe. It was always this way with him; calling her ‘little princess’, ‘little angel’, ‘little barbarian’ with gentle touches when he wanted compliance. Calling her ‘little whore’ and pulling hard on her hair when he wanted something else. She was, after a year of this prison, used to it.
She had no idea she would be caged for a thousand more years; already she could not even see the bars.
When Wilhem left, she wiggled out of the furs and rubbed her hand roughly against her cheek, glaring at Nestor. Nestor simply glared back, daring her to start screaming again.
Theodosia was still trying her hardest to be good, and so she simply narrowed her eyes even further, even with the voices rising to a crescendo in her mind.
Hit him! Gouge his eyes out! Scream! Don’t just sit there, stupid girl!
She was gritting her teeth by the time Nestor turned away, and as soon as he did the voices changed.
Wicked, wicked girl! Repent, repent, repent!
Making a soft whining noise, she fell to her knees, muttering to herself, digging her nails into her cheeks as she prayed, rocking back and forth.
She did not see Nestor’s cold regard.
It seemed that her prayers had been heard, or else Wilhem had simply made good on his promise. Even that whoreson could be an instrument of God, after all. After calming down from her earlier fit, Nestor had silently wrapped her up in her furs and led her to the edge of camp.
She smiled as the flames leapt high into the night sky. Nestor watched with a set jaw, the fire reflected in his dark eyes, but she paid him only passing notice, too entranced by the sight in front of her.
She was asleep when Wilhem returned, pushing aside the flap of the tent and shaking her awake. She jumped up and scrambled back, crawling like a crab, but he held a bloody finger to his lips and she clamped her mouth shut before a scream could escape. Still, she was panting hard, like an animal, as Wilhem approached her.
‘Shh, my little barbarian. It is time to go.’
Uncertain of what he meant, she stayed still, letting him close the distance between them. She wasn’t sure if he was reaching up to hit her or to take her hand and drag her to where she needed to be, and was surprised when he simply pressed his bloody hand to the side of her face, letting his thumb sweep over her lips.
‘I kept my promise. What do you say?’
Theodosia hated it when he asked her questions. She never knew the right answer and it was usually all a trap anyway, a stupid test she would always fail. This time, though, she sensed that he was not expectant, that there was no hidden hatred and contempt behind the question, and that meant she could say what she liked.
And with the sticky blood on her cheek, with Wilhem looking into her eyes, for a moment, she thought he was the most wonderful thing in the world.
She turned her head, like an infant rooting for a breast, and sucked the blood off his thumb.
“Thank you.”
To Adrianople.
When the carriage stopped at last, Wilhem touched her lightly on the face, and Theodosia was good and did not cringe. It was always this way with him; calling her ‘little princess’, ‘little angel’, ‘little barbarian’ with gentle touches when he wanted compliance. Calling her ‘little whore’ and pulling hard on her hair when he wanted something else. She was, after a year of this prison, used to it.
She had no idea she would be caged for a thousand more years; already she could not even see the bars.
When Wilhem left, she wiggled out of the furs and rubbed her hand roughly against her cheek, glaring at Nestor. Nestor simply glared back, daring her to start screaming again.
Theodosia was still trying her hardest to be good, and so she simply narrowed her eyes even further, even with the voices rising to a crescendo in her mind.
Hit him! Gouge his eyes out! Scream! Don’t just sit there, stupid girl!
She was gritting her teeth by the time Nestor turned away, and as soon as he did the voices changed.
Wicked, wicked girl! Repent, repent, repent!
Making a soft whining noise, she fell to her knees, muttering to herself, digging her nails into her cheeks as she prayed, rocking back and forth.
She did not see Nestor’s cold regard.
It seemed that her prayers had been heard, or else Wilhem had simply made good on his promise. Even that whoreson could be an instrument of God, after all. After calming down from her earlier fit, Nestor had silently wrapped her up in her furs and led her to the edge of camp.
She smiled as the flames leapt high into the night sky. Nestor watched with a set jaw, the fire reflected in his dark eyes, but she paid him only passing notice, too entranced by the sight in front of her.
She was asleep when Wilhem returned, pushing aside the flap of the tent and shaking her awake. She jumped up and scrambled back, crawling like a crab, but he held a bloody finger to his lips and she clamped her mouth shut before a scream could escape. Still, she was panting hard, like an animal, as Wilhem approached her.
‘Shh, my little barbarian. It is time to go.’
Uncertain of what he meant, she stayed still, letting him close the distance between them. She wasn’t sure if he was reaching up to hit her or to take her hand and drag her to where she needed to be, and was surprised when he simply pressed his bloody hand to the side of her face, letting his thumb sweep over her lips.
‘I kept my promise. What do you say?’
Theodosia hated it when he asked her questions. She never knew the right answer and it was usually all a trap anyway, a stupid test she would always fail. This time, though, she sensed that he was not expectant, that there was no hidden hatred and contempt behind the question, and that meant she could say what she liked.
And with the sticky blood on her cheek, with Wilhem looking into her eyes, for a moment, she thought he was the most wonderful thing in the world.
She turned her head, like an infant rooting for a breast, and sucked the blood off his thumb.
“Thank you.”
Nova
18 years ago
Nova rolled over in bed and smiled, not quite ready to brush the dreams from her subconscious just yet. Weird dreams, for sure, but good nonetheless. Walking barefoot in the desert, in the heat of the day, hard packed sand baking her feet and dry air chapping her lips. She had met the strangest people, but they turned into friends when she started talking to them. And then one had turned into a rattlesnake, which Nova thought was pretty cool. Nothing much really happened in the dreams, or single dream, she wasn’t sure, but damn it was good to feel the sun.
Reluctantly getting up, she dressed slowly and made her way to the lab, where her colleague, Mandy, was waiting for her.
“I had the strangest dream today.”
Nova raised her eyebrows. “You too, huh?”
Mandy nodded. “Yeah…man, I haven’t dreamt of the sun in years.”
Nova wandered over to her computer and booted it up. “No shit? Guess for you it’s been a while, no?”
“Yeah, eighty years. What was really weird was there was this rattlesnake…”
Nova listened as Mandy recounted her dream, which was remarkably similar to her own. Okay, scratch that…it was the same dream.
And if that wasn’t some heavy shit right there, she didn’t know what was.
“I think we’re spending waaay too much time together.”
Deciding the whole damn thing was just plain unsettling and she should put in for a transfer as soon as vampirically possible, Nova slid into her chair and got to work. Of course, she realized after about fifteen minutes that her concentration was shot to shit today and decided to go about figuring this dream thing out in a scientific manner. Someone was definitely screwing around with the other’s dreams, but determining who was doing what to who was the trick.
She sure hoped Mandy wouldn’t mind.
Reluctantly getting up, she dressed slowly and made her way to the lab, where her colleague, Mandy, was waiting for her.
“I had the strangest dream today.”
Nova raised her eyebrows. “You too, huh?”
Mandy nodded. “Yeah…man, I haven’t dreamt of the sun in years.”
Nova wandered over to her computer and booted it up. “No shit? Guess for you it’s been a while, no?”
“Yeah, eighty years. What was really weird was there was this rattlesnake…”
Nova listened as Mandy recounted her dream, which was remarkably similar to her own. Okay, scratch that…it was the same dream.
And if that wasn’t some heavy shit right there, she didn’t know what was.
“I think we’re spending waaay too much time together.”
Deciding the whole damn thing was just plain unsettling and she should put in for a transfer as soon as vampirically possible, Nova slid into her chair and got to work. Of course, she realized after about fifteen minutes that her concentration was shot to shit today and decided to go about figuring this dream thing out in a scientific manner. Someone was definitely screwing around with the other’s dreams, but determining who was doing what to who was the trick.
She sure hoped Mandy wouldn’t mind.
Danielle
18 years ago
Dani knew that watching the towers collapse over and over was of no help to anyone. The news showed the disaster from every angle and any distance they could manage. So close you could see the people that jumped out the windows when they realized there was no escape. Far enough away to see the dust that would cloud the city for days rise up from the ground.
Going to the bathroom to have a good cry was also not in the least productive. She’d been at work for twenty hours so far and could probably blame most of her emotional outburst on exhaustion mixed in with grief, but knowing the problem hardly solved it.
Dani took a deep breath, pulled herself together, and stepped out of the ladies room. She probably should have bothered with making sure she could see straight before she started walking; it would have avoided an embarrassing incident. That incident being walking smack into a six foot five wall that turned out to be Arin Bjorn.
As if the poor man hadn’t seen quite enough from her. She had cc’ed him on a dozen emails today for Meridian’s part in the 9-11 relief effort and whether he knew it or not she had written a lot of the business side of the flying emails as well. It was hard to think of what this meant for the American dollar and plan a blood drive, which was pretty complicated considering where she worked, at the same time, but she had thrown herself into everything at once.
In short, Dani had worked her butt off today when only a few hours away people were running into burning buildings. She did what she could with a keyboard and knew it couldn’t possibly be enough. She was vocal, she was insensitive, she had pushed aside everything but getting that next phone call made, that next letter written, and she was probably the last person Mr. Bjorn wanted to see right now.
All she had wanted was a good cry in peace before she wrote the next proposal.
She muttered her apologies and walked through the nearest door.
She was back in the ladies room.
She grabbed some toilet paper, blew her nose, and splashed some water on her face. Then she told herself to stop wasting time, and went back to her desk.
When she returned, there was an email waiting in her inbox.
Arin Bjorn wanted to speak with her at her earliest convenience.
Going to the bathroom to have a good cry was also not in the least productive. She’d been at work for twenty hours so far and could probably blame most of her emotional outburst on exhaustion mixed in with grief, but knowing the problem hardly solved it.
Dani took a deep breath, pulled herself together, and stepped out of the ladies room. She probably should have bothered with making sure she could see straight before she started walking; it would have avoided an embarrassing incident. That incident being walking smack into a six foot five wall that turned out to be Arin Bjorn.
As if the poor man hadn’t seen quite enough from her. She had cc’ed him on a dozen emails today for Meridian’s part in the 9-11 relief effort and whether he knew it or not she had written a lot of the business side of the flying emails as well. It was hard to think of what this meant for the American dollar and plan a blood drive, which was pretty complicated considering where she worked, at the same time, but she had thrown herself into everything at once.
In short, Dani had worked her butt off today when only a few hours away people were running into burning buildings. She did what she could with a keyboard and knew it couldn’t possibly be enough. She was vocal, she was insensitive, she had pushed aside everything but getting that next phone call made, that next letter written, and she was probably the last person Mr. Bjorn wanted to see right now.
All she had wanted was a good cry in peace before she wrote the next proposal.
She muttered her apologies and walked through the nearest door.
She was back in the ladies room.
She grabbed some toilet paper, blew her nose, and splashed some water on her face. Then she told herself to stop wasting time, and went back to her desk.
When she returned, there was an email waiting in her inbox.
Arin Bjorn wanted to speak with her at her earliest convenience.
Theodosia
18 years ago
She almost didn’t recognize Nestor when he showed up at the house with the pear tree out front. It had been so long! Ten years this time, ten years since Wilhem had dropped her at the Evenhet safe house. Good years, every one of them, but filled with anticipation for –his- return.
There were –babies- here. All the babies she would never have, all for her to take care of until they had to leave. She didn’t understand why they had to leave; sometimes, though, she would wake up and find her door locked from the outside, and then she knew it was time for a baby to go somewhere else.
She got upset when they had to leave.
But while they were here! She could hold babies, and feed them, and change them, and sing them little songs. They were all such good babies, every one of them, because when she held a baby she felt lots of good feelings, and over the years she had learned to push those good feelings so that the babies felt good too.
Nestor did not understand when she told him that she had to say goodbye to the babies. He was always, in her opinion, a little slow. It wasn’t his fault, there was just a lot he didn’t understand. When she tried to explain again, he just grabbed her arm and told her she was going to the basilica. She knew that was the Evenhet headquarters in Venice even though she’d never been there.
She also knew that she had better be good, because Nestor coming meant that Wiheim was coming too. He was probably waiting for her at the basilica. And in spite of being very sad at leaving the babies, she was excited to see her Clan’s home. Plus, she heard the voices the best in churches, and sometimes when she pushed she could make the priests see visions from God, and then they believed everything she said.
They arrived in a carriage and went inside, and Nestor talked –forever-. She noticed that he lied a lot. Nestor was too stupid to tell good lies, so he told bad lies instead and they believed him anyway. He told them that Wilhem had left Evenhet, and they bobbed their heads, up and down, up and down, like they already knew. He told them Wilhem had no use for her. Up and down went their heads. He told them that he wanted out. Out out out, stupid Nestor, out from what?
He took her to a room in the basement and made to leave, then, and she looked at him in confusion.
‘When is Wilhem coming?’
Nestor turned and stared at her for a long time. Theodosia stared back. Then his hand suddenly snaked out and yanked hard on the leather strap around her neck, breaking it away. She wailed in protest but Nestor clapped his hand over her mouth and moved so close that their noses almost touched.
“You pray he never comes, girl.”
She bit at Nestor’s hand, shoved at him, screamed. Nestor hissed and pulled his hand away, though otherwise he stood still as stone. The voices were so –loud- here, it was suddenly unbearable, and she flung herself at Wilhem’s servant, tore at his clothes, pounded on his chest with her fists, hoping that would silence them.
They only grew louder, demanding penance, resolution, answers, questions. Frustrated, she threw herself on the floor, pulling at her hair, clapping her hands over her ears, screaming nonsense that turned to words that faded to weak sobs.
“I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.”
The world went dark for a time, and she might have fallen asleep, face down on the floor, though she wasn’t sure. When she woke up, the voices were silent, and Nestor was gone. He had taken her talisman with him, and in that moment of clarity she realized that he needed proof that he had killed her, as Wilhem had ordered.
She never saw Nestor or Wilhem again.
There were –babies- here. All the babies she would never have, all for her to take care of until they had to leave. She didn’t understand why they had to leave; sometimes, though, she would wake up and find her door locked from the outside, and then she knew it was time for a baby to go somewhere else.
She got upset when they had to leave.
But while they were here! She could hold babies, and feed them, and change them, and sing them little songs. They were all such good babies, every one of them, because when she held a baby she felt lots of good feelings, and over the years she had learned to push those good feelings so that the babies felt good too.
Nestor did not understand when she told him that she had to say goodbye to the babies. He was always, in her opinion, a little slow. It wasn’t his fault, there was just a lot he didn’t understand. When she tried to explain again, he just grabbed her arm and told her she was going to the basilica. She knew that was the Evenhet headquarters in Venice even though she’d never been there.
She also knew that she had better be good, because Nestor coming meant that Wiheim was coming too. He was probably waiting for her at the basilica. And in spite of being very sad at leaving the babies, she was excited to see her Clan’s home. Plus, she heard the voices the best in churches, and sometimes when she pushed she could make the priests see visions from God, and then they believed everything she said.
They arrived in a carriage and went inside, and Nestor talked –forever-. She noticed that he lied a lot. Nestor was too stupid to tell good lies, so he told bad lies instead and they believed him anyway. He told them that Wilhem had left Evenhet, and they bobbed their heads, up and down, up and down, like they already knew. He told them Wilhem had no use for her. Up and down went their heads. He told them that he wanted out. Out out out, stupid Nestor, out from what?
He took her to a room in the basement and made to leave, then, and she looked at him in confusion.
‘When is Wilhem coming?’
Nestor turned and stared at her for a long time. Theodosia stared back. Then his hand suddenly snaked out and yanked hard on the leather strap around her neck, breaking it away. She wailed in protest but Nestor clapped his hand over her mouth and moved so close that their noses almost touched.
“You pray he never comes, girl.”
She bit at Nestor’s hand, shoved at him, screamed. Nestor hissed and pulled his hand away, though otherwise he stood still as stone. The voices were so –loud- here, it was suddenly unbearable, and she flung herself at Wilhem’s servant, tore at his clothes, pounded on his chest with her fists, hoping that would silence them.
They only grew louder, demanding penance, resolution, answers, questions. Frustrated, she threw herself on the floor, pulling at her hair, clapping her hands over her ears, screaming nonsense that turned to words that faded to weak sobs.
“I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.”
The world went dark for a time, and she might have fallen asleep, face down on the floor, though she wasn’t sure. When she woke up, the voices were silent, and Nestor was gone. He had taken her talisman with him, and in that moment of clarity she realized that he needed proof that he had killed her, as Wilhem had ordered.
She never saw Nestor or Wilhem again.
Nova
18 years ago
“Damn but she’s a beauty.”
It was probably not all that bright to show how impressed she was with the car, as the dork who was selling it probably saw her as easy money now, but, unsurprisingly, Nova had spoken without thinking.
And it really was. Sure, the beauty was mostly potential right now, but with some good books and a lot of time…
“She’ll fly if you let her. This girl was –made- to fly.”
Nova rolled her eyes.
“Save it. I’m a buy her.”
Of course she haggled on the price, but she didn’t think the ’69 Firebird would mind.
It wasn’t until she got to her temporary dwelling under her lab and stretched out on her bed that she realized she had no idea what in the hell she was going to do with the damn thing when she left Arizona. Hopefully she could sell it without too much trouble, as in three month’s time she’d certainly be bored with her impulsive project.
On the other hand, maybe it would be nice to have a car in Nachton. Not that she stuck around long enough for it to be worth it, really, but the domicile had plenty of parking space so it wasn’t like it would cost her anything. Still, it was weird to think about something more permanent than her tee shirts to come home to.
Home? The hell?
Yeah, Nova. That place where your ‘dad’ of sorts, and your brother, and your clan live.
Nova decided she was officially going soft. What was next? Missing people back home? Thank god she wasn’t there yet. Sure it was nice to think of them. That sure as hell didn’t mean she was missing anyone like some stupid sappy girl.
She’d sell the stupid thing tomorrow before it tied her down.
It was probably not all that bright to show how impressed she was with the car, as the dork who was selling it probably saw her as easy money now, but, unsurprisingly, Nova had spoken without thinking.
And it really was. Sure, the beauty was mostly potential right now, but with some good books and a lot of time…
“She’ll fly if you let her. This girl was –made- to fly.”
Nova rolled her eyes.
“Save it. I’m a buy her.”
Of course she haggled on the price, but she didn’t think the ’69 Firebird would mind.
It wasn’t until she got to her temporary dwelling under her lab and stretched out on her bed that she realized she had no idea what in the hell she was going to do with the damn thing when she left Arizona. Hopefully she could sell it without too much trouble, as in three month’s time she’d certainly be bored with her impulsive project.
On the other hand, maybe it would be nice to have a car in Nachton. Not that she stuck around long enough for it to be worth it, really, but the domicile had plenty of parking space so it wasn’t like it would cost her anything. Still, it was weird to think about something more permanent than her tee shirts to come home to.
Home? The hell?
Yeah, Nova. That place where your ‘dad’ of sorts, and your brother, and your clan live.
Nova decided she was officially going soft. What was next? Missing people back home? Thank god she wasn’t there yet. Sure it was nice to think of them. That sure as hell didn’t mean she was missing anyone like some stupid sappy girl.
She’d sell the stupid thing tomorrow before it tied her down.
Danielle
18 years ago
Dani turned off her electric tooth brush and gave the mirror a foamy smile before rinsing out her mouth and setting the bathroom to rights. She gave the light bruise on her neck a brush with her fingers, still somewhat amazed at just how quickly a puncture wound could heal, and headed to her bedroom, slipping between the covers with a sleepy sigh.
So this was day three.
Arin, sweetheart that he was, had given her the rest of the day off, though she had insisted it really wasn’t necessary. She was, however, tired enough not to argue after the fact and had meekly gone to her room.
She was going to have to start carrying around cookies or something.
Of course, she was quite healthy enough to be someone’s familiar. She was small but that was okay, Arin didn’t need all that much blood and he was responsible enough to be careful. That kind of trust was really what it was all about, in her mind.
A loud snore interrupted her musings and she groaned.
“Faaaatty! Out!”
Apparently ‘out’ was, in dog speak, synonymous with ‘jump on the bed, please.’
Life was good. Crazy and different than she had ever expected, for certain. But good. Funny how little her outlook had changed when everything else had; Dani supposed that people were basically people after all.
Now all she had to do was help the rest of the world see things that way.
“We’re gonna change the world, Fatty.” She looked over and regarded her puppy, grinning. “Don’t worry; you just gotta look cute, I’ll take care of the details.”
So this was day three.
Arin, sweetheart that he was, had given her the rest of the day off, though she had insisted it really wasn’t necessary. She was, however, tired enough not to argue after the fact and had meekly gone to her room.
She was going to have to start carrying around cookies or something.
Of course, she was quite healthy enough to be someone’s familiar. She was small but that was okay, Arin didn’t need all that much blood and he was responsible enough to be careful. That kind of trust was really what it was all about, in her mind.
A loud snore interrupted her musings and she groaned.
“Faaaatty! Out!”
Apparently ‘out’ was, in dog speak, synonymous with ‘jump on the bed, please.’
Life was good. Crazy and different than she had ever expected, for certain. But good. Funny how little her outlook had changed when everything else had; Dani supposed that people were basically people after all.
Now all she had to do was help the rest of the world see things that way.
“We’re gonna change the world, Fatty.” She looked over and regarded her puppy, grinning. “Don’t worry; you just gotta look cute, I’ll take care of the details.”