Angel shifted her weight to one foot, ready to fight. "Alright," She murmured to Advent. "But I really didn't want you to have to see this." OOC: i like the first one better!1one XD lolzzzz............jk ^.~
OOC: I was lazy! >.< They told me not to write them! BIC: "Dwergi," Anna smirked at Van Helsing's reaction. "They're Dracula's drones. Small, but deadly if you let them get to close. And...," She paused. "He's also very good at controlling werewolves. One of his werewolves killed my brother." Hannah carried a tray with stew and water back to Edward's room. She noted how quiet Beatrice had gotten and wondered what she was thinking about. She doesn't trust me... Beatrice watched the floor pass beneath her feet. She really hates me since I.... She grit her teeth. She knows she wants it too! Why does she have to get mad at me when she would very well go and do what I did if given the chance?! She just jealous that I can get away with it.
"What's the matter with him?" Danny pressed, sitting up straighter. "Got a thing against ghosts?"
'They' as in our characters, or 'they' as in the movie's character? ^^'
Angel tried to smile hopefully at Advent, but failed miserably. "I know he will," She spoke. "Now let me do what I have to. And... could you tell Claire that I did what she asked me to? I don't want her to think I let her down."
Danny still eyed 'Johny' suspiciously. "So, what do you think of Danny Phantom?" He asked, placing the finished bowl of soup onto his bedside desk.
*nods* Yup! It was a shabby, run-down, old building. They went to the 2nd (I think) floor, and to the first door on the left. That room had all...
"You'll first have to tell me what you want to know," Anna told Van Helsing. "Specifically."
OOC: It's the Holidays! Slow is acceptable! BIC: "You don't have to do this," Angel told Advent. "I'm tired of trying to change my visions. I know what happens here... let it happen." Gently, she placed her hand on Advent's arm and pushed him aside to stand ready in front of the attacker. She then rested her hands on her daggers' hilts, preparing to use them if needed. Though she already knew what it was that she had to do.
Thank you!!! :glomp: And with several hours to spare! Now I can get this gift done!
Daine was about to say something back to Sam, but her cell phone started to vibrate in her pocket. She took it out and looked at the Caller-ID. "Oh, it's my dad," She told Danny. "I'll be right back." She left the room. Danny just looked at Sam and shrugged. "What is it?" Daine said into the phone. "Yeah, I did. ... He's sick, I think. ... No, I don't really know. ... I know! I'm doing my best, but his girlfriend's in the way. ... Okay, I'll try. ... Now? Or do I wait for her to leave? ... Oh, you're sending him? ... Okay then. Bye."
"Yup," Daine kept up the perfect act. "I'm very good at what I do." Danny twirled the spoon around the bowl.
Daine shot Sam and false smile. "Of course. Danny'll be better in no time with me." Danny looked back and forth between Sam and Daine. "Uh..."
Daine followed Sam to Danny's room. Danny being sick was an added bonus for her. Danny smiled, embarassed. "You didn't have to, Sam." "But she wanted to," Daine said, sitting in Danny's desk chair. "And when she's not around, I'll take good care of you." "You won't have to," Danny told Daine. "My mom'll take care of it." He knew this possed a problem for his ghost fighting.
"Sam," Danny protested. "I'm alright. Besides," He lowered his voice. "I've got to find Ember and Johny 13 and his Shadow."
"It's kinda private," Danny told Sam gently, and then shivered. "Danny!" Daine called, coming into the kitchen. "Oh, hi, Sam." She smiled. "What's wrong, Danny? You look pale." She asked though she already knew the answer: too many ghosts for Danny to deal with. With his ghost sense always going off, he was getting to cold. "Do you have a fever?" Danny leaned against the counter. "Maybe."
Danny glanced over his sholder at 'Johny.' "Maybe later," He said to Sam.
Danny rubbed his head as he followed Sam. "You don't have to. Jazz'll be home soon and she'll freak over me enough." He laughed. "I'm probably just getting sick or something; must've been from Nasty Burger this morning."
"Y-yeah," Danny answered. "Kinda cold though."
"Okay," Danny murmured at last. He looked at the sky for a moment, noting that the sun was out; so why was he so cold?
