Hey everyone! Chappie two is up! Please R&R!
The Bulldog, an English pub, was very busy that day. All the regulars came in as they usually did, but a busload of tourists had shown up at the last minute, and they were all parched from the long ride.
A couple was making out in a corner booth. A few men were exchanging stories about the war. Everything was calm.
Then the door opened and a gust of wind came in. A man raised his fist feebly to the source of the sudden chill and shook it.
The man who stood in the door raised an eyebrow slowly. The drunkard who had shook his fist blanched and went back to his drink.
The stranger had dark brown almost black hair that was slightly longer than his shoulders. It was pulled into a slight ponytail in the back. He looked around the pub slowly, his icy silver eyes surveying everything. They roamed over the pub, not missing a single detail. One woman left decided then and there to stop drinking because she was sure that he was an avenging angel sent to take her for her sins, of which thre were many. It was quite ironic really. He put his hands casually in the pockets of the long coat he wore.
He looked at each woman in the pub, (for only they really interested him) and stopped on a woman lounging alone in a booth.
His eyes smoldered for a minute. Jaryd wondered how much fun he could get out of this one before "discovering" she wasn't the Tsurya.
This thought reminded him of something. Jaryd knew that for some reason, he couldn't find love. He had tried. Lord knows he tried. But he never succeeded. For this reason, he took a different woman home every night.
It wasn't the same, but when you were lying together in the dark, it was easy to imagine that the one next to you was enough. And anyway, Jaryd would never admit it, but he was terribly afraid of being alone. It was one of the only things that could scare him.
The woman that his eyes had fallen upon suddenly smiled, noticing his attention. Her teeth were sharp as needles and her eyes swirled red for a moment. Her glamour slipped long enough for Jaryd to recognize the her. He quickly surveyed all possible exits and selected one. He tensed to start running, but stopped suddenly. He remembered.
"Oh yeah." He said softly. "I'm a good guy now." He frowned. There was no way around it. He would have to get everyone out of here. Damnit! WHy'd he have to choose now to get a conscience?
He snapped his fingers sharply, the sound ringing throughout the room. It echoed and grew, sounding more like a chorus of church bells than a snap. The people in the pub looked around, but most were to drunk to care. One man got up on the bar and started to sing Carol of the bells.
Hark how the bells,
sweet silver bells,
all seem to say,
throw cares away
At this the sound swelled and echoed.
Christmas is here,
bringing good cheer,
to young and old,
meek and the bold. Ding dong ding dong
that is their song
with joyful ring
Several patrons started to notice and look around to find the source of the sound.
One seems to hear
words of good cheer
filling the air.
Oh how they pound,
raising the sound,
o'er hill and dale,
telling their tale.
The sound grew to an almost unbearable volume. The patrons clapped their hands over their ears trying to escape it.
Gaily they ring
while people sing
songs of good cheer,
Christmas is here.
Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas,
Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas.
On on they send,
One person vanished.
on without end,
More and more are gone now.
their joyful tone
to every home.
The last patron was vanishing. It was the man who had shook his fist at Jaydn earlier. He looked up, frightened, "What did you do?" he asked in a squeaky voice. "I'm saving you." said Jaydn in a "DUH." sort of voice.
Ding dong ding... dong.
At the last dong, a gong sounded and a slight wind whistled through the room. Some occupants were deposited at the bus station, some were deposited in the parking lot. And some of the more drunk patrons were deposited in the middle of an AA meeting. When they woke up, they would all think that it was a dream. Jaryd turned to the woman in front of him. He flipped his coat aside to show a sword sheath.
He grinned slightly, with a feral edge. His eyes glowed. He spoke brightly.
"Alright sis, shall we dance?"
AJ, b/c you reviewed anonymously, I couldn't reply. Hopefully this gets to ya. The other guy in the beginning runs away b/c he's afraid of the cops. He took the guy who stayed with her to the site where she was.
It makes more sense later. I promise.