Full Moon

[Lady Vulpix]

Interesting chapter. I'm not into fight scenes much, so I guess I must have blinked just like Martin did, but everything else was great! And I liked the introductions of the new characters, and the whole thing between Kayla and Teresa. And you're giving Greg a new dimension. It sounds interesting.

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

**Blinks a few times, causing his eyes to burn** Owwy! I didn't want to blink myself. That is something I would have paid to see for real. Keep goin'

[mr_pikachu]

Yeah, you're right, mistysakura. I am going to find more.


Sal shuddered at the hearing of her name.

This doesn't sound very good... you could just say "Sal shuddered at hearing her name," and I think it would be a bit better.


She wasn’t about to loose her temper fully, only one with no brain would loose their temper to the Alpha of the werewolf pack, and Sal had half a brain.

First, loose should be lose (twice). And, the half a brain joke was kind of... I don't know... very low compared to the normal power of your writing.


“Staying in packs is our only option now, otherwise the AWL will have found out where werewolves roam and we will be in great danger.”

Should be "will find out" instead of "will have found out", since the dialogue situation here is suited to present tense.


“If you really think I’m stupid enough to let myself be caught by the Anti Werewolf League then you’re wrong!”

Should be "Anti-Werewolf League", with a hyphen, like you wrote it earlier. Unless, of course, the way you wrote it earlier was incorrect...


“It is the perfect conditions to be targeted.”

Should either be "They are the perfect conditions" or "It is the perfect condition". "It" matches a singular noun, whereas "They" is for plural nouns.


“You will change your mind,” Canis called after us, her voice still piercing the air.

You're switching to first-person view with "Canis called after us".


“He’s really good friends with Sean Smith and Craig, but Martin gets along with him well.”

"but Martin gets along with him well," doesn't make sense, because it isn't unexpected, since we already know that Sean and Craig get along with Greg.


The Anti Werewolf League may find out she’s a werewolf.

"The Anti-Werewolf League," with a hyphen again.


“Whom you calling freak, tart?” she demanded. “Or to you, anybody who isn’t a tart is a freak, right?”

I really don't think Kayla would bother to say "whom" when she's angered like that. Besides, I don't think it makes sense in the sentence anyway, but I could be wrong. Anyway, it doesn't fit the situation.


“Well seeing you think you own this dorm, I wont come anymore.”

There should be a comma after "Well" and an apostrophe on "wont".


Nayia was beginning to wish she had brought some popcorn along, all these fights were quite entertaining as long as she didn’t have to get involved in one.

The comma should be a semicolon or a period, since it separates two independant thoughts.


“She deserved it, the stupid” and Sal adder her comment, with the usual stream of swearing and cursing.

and Sal adder her comment... what the heck?


And Kayla, Kayla fit right into the group and made herself right at home, being the third girl.

You don't need to say Kayla twice. Yes, someone's speech might be like that, but you're the narrator, and you don't need to use dialogue.


“Sal, let’s go,” Nayia announced cheerfully, her blond roots and her dense mind defiantly not preventing her from seeing that Sal would attack if provoked any further.

"Defiantly" doesn't fit into this situation. It's an improper use of the word, unless I'm missing something.


Evan’s head seemed to swing slow motion from the impact of Sal’s powerful punch, and he stumbled backwards into a desk, and leant against it rubbing his cheek.

Shouldn't Evan's head swing in slow motion?


Greg shut the door and pulled down the blind in case any passing by teachers peered in. Sal swung for him, but he stepped back and then punched her, landing squarely in her stomach. She grabbed her stomach and looked up at him, where he was preparing to punch again.

This sounds like Sal was attacking Greg. Wait, she wasn't was she? You never know with that girl...



Anyway, even with all that, this was an excellent chapter. The action was great, and you did a great job of moving the plot. And there were some awesome quotes, too...


“But it is breaking school rules and staining the carpet!”

Love it!


Great work, and it'll be even better when those errors are looked at and manipulated! I can't wait to see where this leads... even though I already know... *gasp* the twilight zone! Augh! Anyway, see ya!

[Craig]

I like how Greg is now, he adds more multi-cultural ness to the group :> LOL Anyways yeah, Furocity? I thought she didn't have that name and Fury was just her full name

I kinda liked this chapter, the introduction of Sean (a new character :O) And also the classic how Kayla ditched Teresa because she called her legs fat XD

keep up teh good workz


before you all kill me, my sig was a dare >_<

[EVme15]

Yay! I'm good again! ^_^ That was a good fight. Very interestin. I would have loved to see how it turned out... ah well...

^_^ Good job, keep going!

[PancaKe]

MistySakura: Mr Pikachu cloned you didn't he. Lol you and him are really good at finding mistakes!!!

Ryan: At my school its a school standard to get detention if homework isn't handed in, and if the teacher needs to give one out then she or he will. Its different in other schools but this is loosley (I used the right word, yeah???) based on my school and the way my school works. Except if we went dressed however we'd be in big ****. I got in trouble because I wore a dice necklace and it was locekd away for like three days, stupid teachers. *growlz*

Gabbi: Yeah I tried to give Greg more of a personality, but still keep some of his old traits. He didn't really seem to have much of a personality in the other one, as did Martin, Sal, Craig, Nayia, Ashley, Fury etc etc. He and Spike were the two bland ones in my opinion and I wanted to explore their characters more.

DK: Thanks. Fight sceens are hard for me to write, because I haven't actually experienced a fight, only verbal fights.

mr_pikachu: I hate you. ^.^ You make my stuff look sooo bad!!! so many mistakes!!! By the end of this fic there aren't gona be anything for you to pick on! - except the loose/lose thing.

Craig: Sean is actually a diff version of Spike. Had to keep him in the fic but couldn't name him Spike. Just think of Sean as Spike's replacement, if you may. ^.^ Its hard to xplain, but Spike had an, unrealistic personality if you get wat i mean. So i made him realistic. Oh yeah, I hate your sig. I DETEST YOUR SIG YOUR SIG SUCKS ***.

EVme15: Thanks! As i said, I dont like writing fight scenes because I cant fight and never been in a fight. Closest I've come to a fight is wrestling with my best friend, and ending up with his foot in my mouth. Yik! It tasted, toey.

~Mist

[Lady Vulpix]

Hey, you double-posted.
It's good to know you're planning to explore their characters more. You know how intrigued I was about Spike and all the unexplained things around him. It will be interesting to see what he and Greg really are like.

By the way, are you planning to post at Charmander Central?

[mr_pikachu]

So you're altering some of the characters, huh? It should be interesting to see the contrast between their current personas and how they were during LVH/LVH2. The name changes will be hard to get used to, though. And I hate Ms. Balloise even more, now that her name's been... er, shall we say, poorly translated into the real world. You really didn't have to keep the same sort of characters, pronunciation, etc. I would've been happier with "Ms. Umbridge".

And by the way, you still used the wrong word. It's loosely, not loosley. I know, you hate me, you're going to kill me. Believe me, I've heard it many times before.

[PancaKe]

*strangles mr pikach* *loosens grip* FAR OUT ... typo yeah it was a typo. Anyway, I kept most of the same character names because I find if i change names, I change their characters. I dont know why but thats how it works. And I didn't want to change characters that were already very well developed, so I just made minor changes like last names and apperances n stuff. Thats why this time Greg is a dark skinned guy with dreadlocks (which is totally sexy!!!) and why Craig has bleach blond hair that spikes everywhere. And anyway, thats also why I loosely translated names like Lady Blastoise to Ms Balloise. So I dont loose the character in the process.

Anyway, this chapter isn't really as good as I would have hoped, but it does have a few revelations... *shrugs*

~Mist

Chapter Seven: A Few Revelations

Although Evan had been in sickbay for most of lunch, and their entire group, including blabbermouth Nayia, had been in Jackie’s office, everybody in school somehow knew of the fight before the last bell rang. It was big news; a fight in Ms Balloise’s classroom didn’t happen everyday.

Especially a fight between the top boxer of the year and a street rat from Quentside Heights. This fight had woken something inside of Sal, she didn’t know what it was, but she suddenly felt more at home than she had ever felt before.

As if there was still a reminder of her old home, of old drugged out, litter lined, run down Quentside Heights. She was much happier than she had ever been, even cracking a smile at one of Martin and Craig’s constant pranks. Time passed quickly for the rest of the day, and even though Sal had grown sick of explaining what happened in the fight, she didn’t get sick of Nayia talking about the fight (or anything else) for quite a while.

They were relaxing after dinner in the common room on the second floor in Tower one. This common room wasn’t used much by others, as it didn’t have the facilities of the other common room. Nayia had unofficially named it their common room, as a piece of paper stuck to the door read in scrawled marker.

Nayia had seated herself on the couches next to Martin and Greg, and was talking to them at a rapid speed about something or other. Kayla and Craig had made themselves quite cozy in the corner on the floor, engaged in a soft and serious conversation. Nayia pointed in their direction and whispered something, which was met by a loud burst of laughter from Martin and Greg.

Sal sat, solitary, on the tables, just happy in her space. She was extremely calm, not edgy and nervous like her first two months had been here. Ashley would have been proud of her, very proud. “Hey Sal.” She looked over to her right. Sean had seated himself next to her and was smiling. “How’s that cut on your cheek?”

Sal shrugged. “It’s nothing,” she replied.

“Doesn’t it sting?” Sean questioned her, staring.

“I’ve had worse,” she answered. “Why, haven’t you ever had a cut before?”

“Yeah, I’ve had a few,” Sean replied. “But none like that.” He pointed to Sal’s cheek and winced. The cut, although still raw and bad, had stopped bleeding. “So is that what it’s like in Quentside Heights?”

“What’s like Quentside Heights?”

“What happened today, because you seem more at home now than you did when you first came here. Is this what it’s like at Quentside Heights, fights and not taking any crap?”

“What do you mean, at Quentside Heights? There are always fights, and nobody takes crap of anybody for long, anywhere,” Sal replied, as if it were obvious. “You want to know what it was like at Quentside Heights? Today was just a little snippet of a simple street collision. Not everybody is like that, but if you don’t watch your back a knife is going to go through it, if you don’t watch where you tread you’ll tread on a nail. In Quentside Heights, you look out for one person only and that’s yourself.”

“What about your friends?” Sean wondered quietly, trying hard to imagine what it would be like to ditch Greg in a fight situation to ‘look out for one person only’.

“What about friends? You stay with them but you don’t sacrifice everything for them, it’s a weakness,” Sal snapped, impatiently. “Friends are a weakness. Someone sees you’ll do anything for your friends and boom; your friends are involved in any type of danger that you’re in. Whether you or they like it or not, that’s the way it works.”

“It must have been dangerous,” Sean contemplated.

“You don’t even know danger,” Sal flatly informed him. “You don’t know danger until you’ve lived in Quentside Heights, or Mount District.”

“I lived near the Mount District,” Greg piped up, turning away from the conversation with Martin and Nayia. Those two didn’t even notice him begin to talk to Sean and Sal.

“You do?” Sean and Sal asked together.

“Yeah, it’s a bit north of the mountains, but its horrible,” Greg sighed. “That’s why I was glad to come here, Kilbourne is such a lovely place, and it’s really a privilege to be here.”

“How did you get here then, if you’re from such a shonky area?” Nayia asked, suddenly interested. Martin sighed and rolled his eyes. This conversation, to him, was going to be a boring one, but with a glance over at Kayla and Craig, decided to stay anyway and not interrupt anything that was going on with those two.

“Shonky?” Sean asked.

“Crappy,” Nayia replied. “So are you going to answer my question or not? Because if you’re not then I’ll just talk to Martin again-”

“I’m sure he would answer your question, but you’re talking to much!” Martin yelled over the top of Nayia’s babbling. Nayia promptly shut up to hear the answer.

“I won a scholarship,” Greg explained. “My school was running a scholarship to Kilbourne Shorelines High, and there were only two that actually got high enough marks to even be considered for a position. Obviously, that was I, and another Asian girl. I didn’t really know her, but she got really good marks and you could tell that she really wanted to come here.”

Sal studied Greg as he spoke of this Asian girl.

“She was going on about seeing someone from an orphanage or something,” Greg continued. “I don’t know which orphanage but it was from a rough area. Anyway, we filled in applications and we both got letters back. I got in and she didn’t. She was so disappointed, she started crying and I felt really bad. I offered her my position but she refused to take it. I don’t know why really. If I hadn’t gotten this place I would have been disappointed too.”

“How come?” Nayia suddenly interrupted. “I mean, what about your friends? Didn’t you have any or something?”

“Nayia don’t be rude!” Martin scolded her.

“What?” she shrugged back.

“Who was this Asian girl?” Sal interrupted.

Greg, who had been about to answer Nayia’s question, stopped and turned to Sal. “How come? Did you know her?”

“What was her name?” Sal repeated, more threatening this time, her inherited temper rising.

“I’m not sure,” Greg paused, trying to think. “Anne? Ashton... no I think it may have been Ashley.”

*

The time would not pass. No matter how many times Sal blinked, looked over at the luminous red numbers on the digital wall clock in room four, the digits seemed frozen, only melting once every hour. Ashley was near Mount District; she was in a bad area. Ashley was no good all alone.

Worrying thoughts filled Sal’s heart, as she lay awake, the same worrying thoughts that ate away at her, never leaving her alone. She didn’t know what to do, or when she was going to get to sleep on the other hand. Greg hadn’t been much help, but luckily for her, Nayia had stepped in with impatience and demanded her questions be answered rather than bombarding Sal with a truckload of inquiries about Ashley.

Not able to sleep, Sal got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. The fluorescent light flickered on and off before remaining on and lighting the bathroom. A shower dripped from the corner in a constant pattern, Sal could hear it as she splashed water over her face to try and calm down.

She leant against the sink, feeling sick with worry and knowledge that Ashley may be in trouble, and stared into the mirror. The changed Sal stared back, the Sal who had just begun to settle into Kilbourne before becoming restless with news of old friends. The dark green eyes were tired and bloodshot, water droplets still clinging on to her eyelashes. Her lightly tanned face was flushed and pink patches were covering her cheeks, while her hair seemed to look worse than ever before, in desperate need of a haircut.

“Ashley,” Sal moaned to herself quietly.

Nayia looked over from her bed to the clock. She too, could not sleep and like Sal, desired to get up to the bathroom. Upon seeing the fluorescent light escaping from the cracks in the door, she got out of bed and tiptoed into the bathroom, glad she wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep.

“Sal, are you okay?” Nayia asked, scratching her thin blonde hair, which stuck up in all kinds of directions. Nayia looked trashed. Her pale face was extremely pale, her eyes dark, giving her the raccoon look. She shuffled over to Sal, tired yet in no mood for sleeping, her feet barley moving above the linoleum floor. “You look tired.”

“It’s freaking one forty five and I can’t sleep. No wonder I look tired,” Sal snapped back. She sighed and stared down the drain hole in the sink, not wishing to make eye contact. “How come you’re up if it’s so late?”

“Because I can’t sleep too,” Nayia answered mindlessly, looking around the bathroom in a state of confusion. She shuffled into a toilet stall and walked out again with no clue of what was going on. “So why are you up again?” she questioned, clueless.

“I can’t sleep, I already told you,” Sal growled. “Now why don’t you go to bed?”

Nayia looked at her. “You know, you look tired. Maybe we should both go to bed. That’s a good idea, yes? Or no?” She looked overtired, the raccoon rings around her eyes beginning to appear darker. An intimidating grin appeared on her face, as she beamed her white teeth. Her smile, did not reach her eyes, which remained dead and tired. “Yeah, lets go to sleep.” She took a shuffled step towards Sal, still smiling.

Sal took a step back and raised her fists. “You move any closer,” she threatened, wishing she hadn’t let her guard drop since the fight with Evan. Nayia took a step forward, and gave a huge yawn. She closed her eyes and fell to the floor, lightly snoring.

Sal stared at the floor where Nayia lay, extremely confused. She stepped around Nayia, not taking her eyes of her and left the bathroom.

*

The weekend was a time that Sal couldn’t help but enjoy. A two-day break from any schoolwork, classes and teachers was a good enough reason for Sal to be as happy as she could in a situation like hers. A situation where her best friends were both stranded in different areas in different situations of their own.

One was stranded in the middle of a forest, seeing Sal every other day, trying to avoid being seen by humans, the AWL and the threatening werewolf pack. Fury had to be very careful, only feeding off rats and small birds, trying not to cause any noticeable disturbances. The other, stuck in the middle of a town possibly worse than Quentside Heights had been, all alone and crying because she had not been able to travel to Kilbourne to see Sal again.

Just the thought of Ashley brought tears to Sal’s eyes, what was she doing? How could Sal stand up for her if she was not here to be stood up for? How could Sal let her survive on her own? Sal didn’t know the answers to any of these questions, but was determined to find out.

Nayia, on the other hand, did not see any reason to enjoy the weekend. She did not see any reason to be glad, and like Sal, was thinking of situations where she was left floating in the middle of an empty ocean with no answers. Nayia had woken that Saturday morning to find she was lying in the middle of the bathroom floor, with no recollection of going there to sleep Trying to compose herself, she had gotten ready and by mid morning was about to exit the dorm and face the day with a smile.

“A necklace!” she triumphantly cried, clutching her neck with her hand, coming to the decision that today would be a good day to wear a necklace. Opening her drawer, she tossed clothes onto the floor in search for a necklace.

Kayla entered the room to find Nayia sobbing on her bedspread. Concerned, she ran over to the sobbing heap. “Nayia! Are you okay? This is like, the first time I’ve ever seen you cry!” she exclaimed. “What’s the matter?” Nayia sat up, looked at Kayla and burst into tears as she grabbed Kayla and held her tight for security.

Kayla looked at the tear stained pillow, spotting a wooden photo frame, keeping a photo of Nayia and two guys safe. One of the guys was tall, with spiky bleached blonde hair, just a bit darker than Nayia’s, and the other was about the same height as Nayia, with a beanie and pale face with large eyes that seemed to sparkle with happiness. The three of them stood on what looked to be a ships dock on a sunny day, the sky bright blue and cloudless, the water deep cerulean and sparkling.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kayla asked, before rolling her eyes at her own question. This was Nayia she was talking about.

“It’s probably best,” Nayia sniffled, wiping her eyes and looking up at Kayla.

“Who are those guys in the photo?” Kayla questioned, pointing to the guys either side of Nayia.

Nayia’s eyes filled with tears once more, but she blinked them away hurriedly. “Andy and Steve,” she answered. “It’s a long story, but it’s a Saturday, there’s always time on a Saturday. Andy and Steve were very close family friends, and for years I had a crush on Andy.” She pointed to the beanie-wearing guy next to her. “He and I were close friends, same as Steve and I. With Andy, it was different though. Once I started coming to Kilbourne we hardly saw each other, and I used to go home every public holiday weekend and school holidays to catch up with those guys. They were like my best friends.

“But then, something happened, I’m not sure what, but I found Andy and myself alone one night while camping. It grew cold, and as my jumper had gotten wet when it fell in the toilet block of the camping grounds, Andy leant me his jacket. He was cold though, and before we knew it, we were sharing body heat in the playground of the camping grounds. We stayed up all night talking, and around four AM he shared a deep secret with me.

“He told me he liked me, and I was just blown away because for years I had liked him to.” Nayia broke down, and waved Kayla away when she reached out with a tissue, preferring to sniffle whatever began to run out of her nose.

“So what happened, did you two begin to go out?” Kayla asked.

Nayia looked as if she was going to begin bawling again, but she started talking instead. Kayla couldn’t decide which one was worse. “No,” she struggled to continue. “We didn’t go out. Andy knew something very important, it was so important it changed the rest of our camping trip. Steve liked me, liked me a lot. I mean, like more than you like Craig.”

“I do not like Craig!” Kayla protested angrily. “I so don’t like him, he’s so not my type. And anyway, why would I like a punk like Craig? His hair is-”

“Anyway,” Nayia interrupted, wanting to continue with her story. “Andy and I began hanging out together more, but trying to make it not obvious. We would pretend to go to sleep, then meet up in the toilet block to talk and spend time together. Steve didn’t know a thing, which was good.

“Our families decided to go out for a last celebratory dinner, and we didn’t have anything against it. We went to this really nice five star eatery near the campgrounds, and Andy, Steve and I were having the best time. Steve seemed a bit distant though, as if something was bothering him. I didn’t care, I had to come back for fourth term in two days and I just wanted to be happy while I was with them.

“Later that night, Andy and I went outside the building onto the street. It was dark, I remember that much. And I remember telling everybody we were going toilet. Andy and I ended up kissing under the streetlight, and this was my first kiss right. Tongue and everything, don’t even bother asking Kayla. And then…”

Nayia burst into tears. Kayla leant over to comfort her, but Nayia waved her away with one hand, waving at the tears with another. “I have to get on with this,” she told Kayla. “Steve came out of the shadows and said something like, ‘Andy, Andy, perfect Andy. Gets everything, looks, attention, and now my girl.’ Andy and I were scared because Steve was never jealous. He looked so scary too. His face was all smiley like normal, but there was something in his eyes, a shadow behind them if you know what I mean.”

“Like when Sal gets angry her eyes have fire?” Kayla suggested.

“Like that,” Nayia agreed. “Anyway, Steve was so scary. He kept going on about how Andy was perfect. ‘You shouldn’t have stole my girl Andy. After all, you have to learn, you can’t have everything. You think you can, but I’m sorry. You can’t! Life lesson here! You CAN’T HAVE EVERYTHING!’ I was so scared I clutched onto Andy. Wrong move for me to make, Steve pulled out a pistol and aimed at Andy. ‘You like being first to have everything? You like ruining my life, don’t you! You stole her from me Andy, you knew I liked her! You did!’

“Steve was almost in tears now, it was like he was about to cry. He wasn’t smiling anymore, his hand was shaking, and the gun was shaking. ‘You want to ruin me so that I don’t become perfect. This is all some revenge thing isn’t it? ISN’T it?’ Steve was losing control. He kept on saying things and accusing Andy. ‘You’ve ruined my life, just like you planned. You stole her away, just so you could have everything I’ve ever wanted! I liked her first and you cant have her!’

“He killed Andy,” Nayia bawled, this time not bothering to wave at the tears running down her face. “Andy was dead before he hit the floor, Steve had good aiming. I screamed, but nobody seemed to hear me! I was all alone with Steve, and I was crying more than I am now. Andy was gone! I loved him, I swear I did. And Steve took him away. ‘What did you do that for?’ I yelled at Steve. I don’t know what I was thinking; after all, the guy had a gun. ‘Why’d you go and kill him! I loved him and he loved me and you went and killed him!’ Steve looked so hurt; I wish I had never said that. But it’s what I felt and I just had to yell, I wanted to scream and chuck a tantrum! Andy lay on the floor, bleeding, and I had gone and hugged him.

“Steve cried. Was the only time I’ve ever seen a guy start crying, and he was bawling his eyes out. He was sobbing, looking over at Andy. ‘What did I do?’ he asked me. The gun was lifted, and he pointed it at his head. ‘Nayia, I loved you. But Andy just took everything of mine, Andy got everything first. He even got to die first!’”

Kayla didn’t ask any more questions. She held the shaking, sobbing mess in her arms, trying to sooth her, but Nayia was too overworked right now. “Is this why you don’t get closer to Martin?”

Nayia looked up, surprised. Her eyes were red and puffy and water filled. “You’ve noticed?”

“It’s obvious you like him, and he likes you back so much,” Kayla told her. “But every time he tries to get closer to you, you back away. Is this why?”

“Yeah,” Nayia replied. “I’m scared to get close to another guy. The last time I did, Andy got killed. And what would happen if Martin got hurt too? I loved Andy, but I’m moving on. There are just some things you can’t forget.”

*

Craig eyed the writing on the bathroom stall. There really wasn’t much to do while sitting on a toilet if a book or newspaper was not taken in, as Craig had discovered. The only thing occupying Craig at the moment was staring at the scribbled graffiti and adding to the collage. He pulled out his marker and scrawled on the toilet stall wall C.C 4 K.M. He laughed as he read other comments people had made about his last addition.

‘Who the heck is KM?’ one had written, and drawn a disgusted face next to it.

Craig scanned the wall until he was finished his business and standing up, he flushed the toilet and went to exit. Something caught his eye on the back wall of the stall, and turning around, Craig burst out into a surprised laugh, which scared the other occupants of the bathroom.

M.J 4 N.W

[mistysakura]

Whee! Chapter!
By the way, "So I dont loose the character in the process." Oh dear.
Anyway, I liked that chapter. The thing with Andy and SEteve was a bit confusing, but I got the drift of it. The jump from Nayia trying to find a necklace to crying on the bed was a bit unclear, but I got it in the end, and I wouldn't have a clue how you'd fix it anyway.
Ashley was a surprise, although I guessed it at the "Asian girl". You probably expected that anyway. So Ashley misses the scholarship so narrowly again... poor girl.

[Craig]

cool :> Although the bit with Nayia and her story was a bit sad :< Only a bit.. :< Although the part where Craig was writing on the stalls was funny because it reminded me that I do that all the frickin time. LOL.

One thing got me.. wasn't Greg awake during Sal's fiasco in the class, where she is yelling out the name Ashley!? Wouldn't Greg have wondered.. o.O

Don't hate me Tara :< Its not my fault my sig is like this! Blame Link 10! BLAME HIM it was a dare, and I have to keep it for a few days longer.

[Darkmaster Kagemusha]

Yaaaaaaay! **Does the chibi dance** Very nice chapter. There's some evil stuff, which is always good , and the bathroom thing is just hilarious. Reminds me of a message board . Anyway, keep goin'

(P.S. Just call me Noah, it's easier than trying to pronounce my nick )

[Lady Vulpix]

Ooooh! Much more detailed than last time. This fic does have its surprises!
But... M.J.? Wasn't Martin's last name Naeco? I remembered it after you told me on AIM.

[EVme15]

^_^ Good chapter... and now the tragic past is back in a different form... poor Nayia. Again.
'Who the heck is KM?' lol, that's funny. ^_^ Keep going, this is the only fanfic I read that's being updated regularly.

[PancaKe]

Okay, I accidently deleted the fic from my computer -.- I know, smart move yeah. But this means that chapter eight will be posted like, later. Cuz I have to restart it. And I've got no idea where I want to go with this one, which is always helpful. :-P

~Mist

[mr_pikachu]

Nice chapter! The writing was superb, and it'd be just about perfect IF YOU TOOK THE TIME TO EDIT! lol. Anyway, I have a few things I'd like to point out. And as mistysakura said, that intro line was just... sad. Really, you should know by now, after I've ribbed you about in just about every chapter thus far.


This common room wasn’t used much by others, as it didn’t have the facilities of the other common room.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be "common rooms".


“I’m sure he would answer your question, but you’re talking to much!” Martin yelled over the top of Nayia’s babbling.

It should be "talking too much!"


“Nayia don’t be rude!” Martin scolded her.

Unless you're trying to show "speed talking", Nayia should be separated from the rest of the sentence by a comma, since it's introductory.


“I’m not sure,” Greg paused, trying to think. “Anne? Ashton... no I think it may have been Ashley.”

The word "no" needs to have a comma after it, since it's a natural pause in the sentence.


A shower dripped from the corner in a constant pattern, Sal could hear it as she splashed water over her face to try and calm down.

The comma should be a semicolon, since those are two independent thoughts.


Her pale face was extremely pale, her eyes dark, giving her the raccoon look.

You don't need to say "pale" twice.


She shuffled over to Sal, tired yet in no mood for sleeping, her feet barley moving above the linoleum floor.

The word "barley" should be "barely". Unless you're talking about agricultural products.


“It’s freaking one forty five and I can’t sleep.”

"Forty five" should be connected by a hyphen. "Forty-five" is correct.


Nayia had woken that Saturday morning to find she was lying in the middle of the bathroom floor, with no recollection of going there to sleep Trying to compose herself, she had gotten ready and by mid morning was about to exit the dorm and face the day with a smile.

Um... you forgot the period...


“A necklace!” she triumphantly cried, clutching her neck with her hand, coming to the decision that today would be a good day to wear a necklace. Opening her drawer, she tossed clothes onto the floor in search for a necklace.

Yeah, as mistysakura already mentioned, this transitioned very poorly. We went from Nayia trying to be happy and deciding to wear a necklace to her sobbing on the floor, with no explanation. You could have at least put something like, "Suddenly, her eyes grew wide, and she slumped to the floor as the memories rushed back."


The three of them stood on what looked to be a ships dock on a sunny day, the sky bright blue and cloudless, the water deep cerulean and sparkling.

"Ships" needs to have an apostrophe, since it's possessive.


“He told me he liked me, and I was just blown away because for years I had liked him to.”

The word "to" at the end of the sentence should be "too".



And I noticed you didn't put any mention of "lose" or "loose" in the chapter. Smart thinking (I guess), but you'll have to remember those eventually if you want your introductory remarks to be normal! See ya!

[Last Exile]

Nice info about Ashley, but you did tread familiar ground again. But then agian, Nayia's story of tragedy is always moving. The toilet block scene was amusing though. Okay, the chapter was okay, but it didn't do as much for me as the last one did. Seriously, Tara, you gotta split from the original. It's holding this fic back. But hey, who am I to judge?! Look, it was an alright chapter, but this fic will really go places if you go on a different path to LVH, that's all.

[Lady Vulpix]

Well, Ryan, this is an adapted version of LVH, so it makes sense that the main plotline is the same.

[Mystic Latios]

This is really good so far. You just need to take the time to edit it. Can't wait to read the next chapter.

[PancaKe]

I know I should be taking the time to go over my writing, and to fix up little mistakes etc. And I know that chapter was almost exactly like LVH, and I know that it wasn't up to my normal standard. -.- Ive just been a bit sidetracked latley thats all, things have been going on that have had more attention than the attention I've given to this fic.

My best friend for the last three weeks has been hinting that he likes me, and my other friend had me convinced that he had. Then he went and asked this chick out and now they're boyfriend girlfriend, even though (and I've talked to both of them) they both arent taking it seriously. his girlfirend (a good freind of mine) is going on about how she misses him etc (because he left his fone at my house and he got messages) and like, he slept over my house and on wednesday night we pulled an all nighter and we were talking and he's only going out with her for the heck of it and although he likes her he doznt like her THAT much to be going out with her. And now I'm confused, because he doesnt really want to go out with her now and my other friend reckons that he likes me still and its just been taking all my attention.

And thats my reason. Lol.

But i wont be posting a chap next week as i wotn be here, and also, Mr Pikachu, if you DARE fix up every grammer mistake I'll have you banned

~Mist

[Last Exile]

Ay yay yay! Yes, you did tell me about that the last time we spoke! Hell, that is big if it's come to that! Arrgh, the crazy and many faces of love.

This coming from someone that's never been in love, fell in love or properly felt it. *sigh* I feel weird that someone almost half my age is having the experiences I should have by now.

[Lady Vulpix]

Originally posted by Mist But i wont be posting a chap next week as i wotn be here, and also, Mr Pikachu, if you DARE fix up every grammer mistake I'll have you banned

~Mist

And what about typos/spelling mistakes?

[mr_pikachu]

Whoa! That IS a lot to be dealing with, especially in addition to school (I assume it's in for you guys in Australia as well as this side of the globe)! Confront the lying sneak! Or just go out with Ryan for a day. Hey, hey! OW! It was only an - OW! - idea! OW! Stop it! OW! Please! OWCH! I'm begging you! OWW! No... PLEASE! OWWW! Not that! AIEEEEEEEE!!!



Anyway, were you serious about the banning thing? Lately with the chaos that's ensued in my life, I've lost the ability to tell the difference between sarcasm and a threat. But that's another story. Because if you were serious, there's a little thing LV missed in the first paragraph...

Anyway, good luck with your "friends"! (Yes, it's a bad sign when you have to put them in quotes. But don't worry, my "friends" are like that, too. ) See ya later! I could quote Bjarni for this situation, but I'd prefer not to. ^^;;

[PancaKe]

yeah I dont like him as in luv him but I think he luvs me or at least likes me. He dumped the chick right, and he was talking to me on da fone about how he liked da chick but didnt like her at the same time and also, he goes "i like u more than i like her" and imlike woah. And my spelling spacing and typing is bad right now cuz im on a laptop. ^^

And I wasnt' beingserious about the thing pika. Dude I luv u why would i want u banned?! *hugz* and oh yeah, i luv u 2 ryan, lets take the advice jk.

But i got an idea and i should have a chap up hopefully before i leave for dubbo on tuesday!!!


~Mist

[PancaKe]

No more chapter names! They're annoying me! Lol.

~Mist

Chapter Eight

“Reishe is a danger to this pack,” Canis announced, glaring around to the watchful werewolves. “Reishe and Furocity are young immature children who do not yet know the dangers of being independent werewolves! We clearly hold images of what happened nine years ago, when the Anti-Werewolf League captured Nade. We cannot let any more be captured! We must protect ourselves by getting them back!”

Werewolves listening murmured amongst themselves, nodding in agreement.

“For the sake of not only us, but werewolves around the country, we must make sure that Reishe and Furocity return to the pack,” Canis declared. “Is this understood?”

“Yes,” some werewolves replied, while others nodded. One decided to wolf whistle in response, but was met with glares and looks that could kill. He uttered a meek sorry, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

“And this must begin as soon as sun rises,” Canis continued. “I will inform each one of you what you will be doing in order to get her to rejoin, but rest assured, it shall be done. If not, she will be eliminated.” The werewolves did not know what to say to this.

Canis grinned, enjoying the authority that was held by being Alpha of the pack.

*

A tanned hand closed around the mug of hot coffee, and it was lifted to a pair of dark lips, where it was sipped and placed down again. Lucidia Balloise was seated nervously in the soft and comfy chair, but even with the comfort of cushions and padding, she twitched and shook uncontrollably. The person sitting across from her smiled, those dark lips rising up her face, and opening, allowing pearly teeth to shine out. “So Lucidia, how is everything going with the captured wolf?” she asked.

“The same as it was three months ago,” Lucidia answered, her hand unconsciously smoothing her skirt. “There has been little progress for the last six months, although I believe if we test a bit further we will uncover more results.”

“You know, I haven’t been president of this league for thirteen years for nothing,” the woman across from Lucidia informed her patiently. “And during this time, I will say that no doubt we have seen some significant progress, but really, we are in the same situation we have been for over a year now. Any longer and the government funding will cease to exist. Two years ago, I would have said no to any further testing, but right now, I wouldn’t be a true Hellensberg if I wasn’t going to go to the extreme.”

“Sandra, I’m just worried that’s all,” Lucidia replied. “What if the government finds out about this? Can’t we be jailed as it is, for keeping a human captive for so long? If the government finds out, wouldn’t they shut us down for actually capturing a person in the first place?”

“Lucidia, will you be quiet!” Sandra shouted, her fist flying down and slamming on the table. “The government are going to shut us down if they find out any of this, therefore we hide ALL information from them during government inspections! You know all this all ready, why are you even questioning it?”

“So, back to what I came to discuss.” Lucidia changed the subject conveniently. “What type of aim is the Kilbourne AWL taking? The other divisions are still hunting and baiting forests, but I do feel that we are above that. The countless times I myself have been involved in searches of the forest in full moon, and still we have come up with nothing. I am beginning to doubt that there are any werewolves in Kilbourne at all.”

“You will still be searching,” Sandra told her, shifting through files in her briefcase. She selected a manila folder and opened it on the coffee table. Out slid a wedding photo of two people, happily in each other’s arms. The male was taller, with a dazzling smile that made his dark green eyes light up and shine. His hair had been gelled into place, layers upon layers of gel molding his hair down at the back and on top of his head. The only part upwards was his fringe, which he had spiked. The woman next to him came up to his ears, and had a lighter shade of skin than he did; hers was more of a honey roasted peanut color, while his was tanned. The orange hair on her head was twisted at the front, all the way up to the back where it was flowing down nicely, the sun giving it a warm glow. Her blue eyes shone with happiness, as she held onto her husband.

“Emily and Kyle…” Lucidia whispered. Snapping out of her trance, she continued. “But what do the McGregor’s have to do with anything now? It was nine years ago that it happened. Nine years since the tragedy. Why bring it up now?”

“The bodies, as you very well know, were inspected and researched thoroughly,” Sandra began. “And the team came to the conclusion that they had been attacked by a wolf or numerous wolves. Now what night did this happen? It was a full moon and they were doing the intense lookout, both Kyle and Emily on standby. Emily and her daughter, Sally-Anne, found Kyle, and then Emily was attacked. Sally-Anne survived with only a bite on her leg, but the will had left no careers for her, and she was put into an orphanage.”

“I know this very well,” Lucidia nodded. “I was not very close friends with Emily but Kyle and I had gone to high school together, and of course nobody could forget the McGregor’s now. Kyle McGregor was there in the capture of the first werewolf.”

“But that’s not why we’re here,” Sandra interrupted. “Their daughter, Sally-Anne, she should be about twelve or thirteen now. We need to track her down.”

“Track her down?” Lucidia questioned, taken back. “Whatever for?” Her hand jerked, the biscuit she was holding falling to the ground and breaking.

“Because, not until recently has information been released,” Sandra continued, keeping her voice straight and serious. “Withheld information. There is a chance that the wolf or wolves that attacked may have been werewolf.”

Lucidia frowned on this. “So what does this have to do with Sally-Anne?” she asked, her foot moving up and down unintentionally. Whenever she was around Sandra, she was jumpy. People with more authority and power than Lucidia scared her, it meant that they had the power to boss her around, and make her do some things that she may not want to. When she was in power, she felt calm and relaxed.

“You have a very good AWL division. It is there job, as well as combing the forests, to search for Sally-Anne.” Sandra paused, and then smiled at Lucidia. Lucidia looked around nervously, and smiled back. “I want to question her.”

*

Sal swung back on her chair, landing her feet on the desk. Her arms remained folded across her chest, and she looked around the class room, almost smiling. Geography had changed, Lucidia Balloise no longer was the teacher of their class, and instead they had a short Indian teacher with a thick accent and such a gentle soul that she couldn’t possibly put any of them on detention. Therefore the class took geography as an opportunity to muck around and not do any work but sit there and throw paper airplanes at each other and giggle. Miss Kumar didn’t mind, she helped correct wrong paper airplanes when she wasn’t trying to explain work to them.

The only person that did work anymore in their class was Greg, who would slave away copying notes from the board, highlighting and answering sheets, and studying in his spare time. Only once did he not study after his work was done, and that was after an exam.

“So how much work do you actually do?” Nayia bombarded Greg with her countless questions. “Like, I never see you in our common room. Is it because you’re always working? Do you reckon that they’d let us take a computer into our common room so we can talk to you while you work? Or do you think they’d just tell us to clear off?”

Martin gave her a punch on the shoulder. “You shouldn’t ask so many questions,” he told her.

“Why not?” Nayia demanded.

Greg sighed. “I’ve got to finish an assignment for English, I guess I’ll see you guys later.” Nayia began to protest his departure, but he was gone before she finished her yelling. Nayia shrugged, and began to talk about something else.

“Where’s Craig?” Kayla asked, looking around.

“I don’t know,” Sean replied, shrugging.

Nayia pointed to the doors of Tower One. “Does that answer your question?” Martin punched Nayia’s shoulder harder this time. Kayla turned to look, and her mouth dropped open in dismay. Teresa walked in, holding Craig’s hand, talking earnestly to him.

“Nice one Nayia,” Martin hissed. Sal stared in confusion, not understanding fully the concept of going out and holding other peoples hands. She did understand, however, what Kayla assumed.

Kayla’s lower lip quivered, and she took a deep breath in, her hands shaking slightly. Teresa saw her, and pulled Craig over to gloat over Kayla. “Hey Kayla, how are you?” Teresa asked. She was acting so sweet it was making Kayla sick to watch. She leant forward and did the girly ritual of kissing on the cheek as a greeting. Kayla returned this with a glare. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good,” Kayla replied. “How are you two? I can see that you must be going out, who asked who?” She showed no emotions on her face, and her reply was as stiff as cardboard. Teresa didn’t deserve Kayla’s respect, and Kayla made that clear to everybody.

“We’re-” Craig began, but was cut off by Teresa.

“Oh I don’t think you should go sticking your nose into anybody else’s business.” Teresa turned around, her dark hair whipping around behind her, and pulled Craig off. Kayla stared at them, breathing deeply in and out, before turning out and storming out the doors, despite the fact that it had started to rain. Craig turned his head back, and glanced at Kayla walking out, a look of agony upon his face.

“Okay, this is a girly job,” Nayia told Martin and Sean. “Come on, Sal.” Grabbing Sal’s forearm, she pulled Sal out the door and after Kayla in a hurry.

“Trust Nayia to pull a stunt like that,” Martin sighed, shaking his head.

“Craig doesn’t like Teresa, does he.” It wasn’t a question from Sean but a statement. Martin nodded. “I think he likes Kayla more and I think Kayla feels the same way,” Sean continued.

“Dude, its obvious that those two have got a thing going for each other,” Martin grinned, walking over to the stairs and going up to their common room. Sean followed him. “Nayia is just so insensitive to their feelings.”

“You talk about Nayia a lot,” Sean observed.

Martin rolled his eyes. “Do you wish to question that any further?” he asked, sitting down in an armchair. Seam sat across from him, and studied Martin with his dark eyes. Neither talked to each other very often, they didn’t have many things in common and ended up with nothing to say most of the time.

Today was different; Sean had become more inquisitive to this particular topic of discussion, and wanted answers from Martin. “Yes,” Sean answered Martin’s question. “Do you like her?”

“Like her as a friend? Heck yeah, she’s one of my best friends!” Martin exclaimed, his eyes lighting up at the topic of Nayia. “Even if she does talk too much, and even if she does have a big mouth, I still love her as a friend! Heck, if she didn’t talk as much as she did we wouldn’t get any talking done.”

“What about more than a friend?” Sean pressured, smiling. Something about the way Martin smiled nervously and bit his lip made him enjoy his position. “You do, don’t you?” Martin avoided eye contact for the moment.

“If I do, then too bad,” Martin finally answered, trying to act cool about it. His face began to flush. “Anyway, do you like her or something if you’re so interested in whether I do or not?”

Sean looked back at Martin, shocked. “No way do I like Nayia!” He answered honestly. “Anyway, she’s such a blabbermouth. Sometimes she can be such a-”

Martin stood up slowly from his chair, giving Sean a menacing look. “Such a what?” he growled. “Are you going to finish that sentence?”

Sean cowered down, not as strong or big as Martin was. “No,” he replied meekly, scared.

Martin frowned, then beamed at him. “Good.” He sat back down. “You know what though, whenever I try to get close to her, she always backs away. I wonder why that is? I mean, I’ve never hurt her in the past – physically I mean. Sure I’ve punched her but you know what I mean, don’t you?”

Sean stared at Martin, shaking his head. “You talk almost as much as she does,” he replied.

*

“Kayla, please don’t cry,” Nayia whispered, holding her. “You know that Teresa just wants to get back at you for dumping her friendship.”

“I know, but what if Craig really likes her?” Kayla asked.

“Why are you crying over it? Craig is just a guy and if he doesn’t like you then too bad,” Sal shrugged.

“Sal, there are a lot of things you need to learn about guys,” Nayia replied. “When somebody special comes along, who is able to make you feel as though you would float away if they weren’t holding onto you, then you’ll know why Kayla is crying.”

“I don’t understand that,” Sal replied. “Craig is just a guy, don’t freaking cry when he holds some other girls hand.”

“I like Craig a lot though,” Kayla told Sal. “I like him a lot, and it hurts to see him holding another girls hand because it might mean that he likes another girl, and then that means that there is no chance of him liking me.”

“Yeah, what she said,” Nayia agreed, nodding.

Sal pulled a face that plainly read, how pathetic. “That is so pathetic, if he doesn’t like you then there’s nothing you can do anyway. It’s just the way it is. But why waste your time, I mean, what’s the chances of two people falling in love? If they fall in love then that’s just luck.”

Kayla decided not to bother to respond. Nayia rolled her eyes. “You’re not really helping, Sal,” she replied.

Sal shrugged. “It’s the truth though, that’s just pathetic and stupid.”

“You don’t understand! You’ve never loved before!” Kayla yelled at Sal.

“Don’t yell at me!” Sal yelled back, standing up to advance on the crying mess of Kayla. Nayia gave her a warning look, which was met by a glare from Sal. “Don’t you yell at me, just because you’re upset over some stupid guy who holds some stupid girls stupid hand!”

“Wow, you say stupid a lot more than I do,” Nayia commented.

Kayla ignored Sal’s outburst, and wiped her eyes with a tissue instead. “You don’t understand, Sal, that’s all. You haven’t experienced it yet; you haven’t experienced the pain of somebody who you care deeply about being taken away. Ever second I spend away from Craig, he’s on my mind, I think about him, I feel him in here,” she touched her heart while pouring this all out to Sal. “I feel him inside of me, and I need him to be beside me all the time. I need him to hold me down so I won’t float away when I’m with him, he is my world and I need him to be here with me. And seeing him with Teresa just tears me inside. It breaks me, and I just don’t feel like its worth being here now.”

“Over that?” Sal exploded, losing the plot totally. “If you leave then what do you think is going to happen? If you like Craig as much as you mush on about, then you’ll stay, and anyway, once you go that Teresa is going to be able to get closer! Right now, you’re about the only thing that stands in their way, and if you go, then you might as well go jump!”

“That was nice,” Nayia input pointlessly.

Kayla scowled at Sal. “You’ll never understand,” she told her. “You’ll never love anybody to know what it’s like.”

*

Sal contemplated these final words from Kayla for days, pondering on the meaning behind them. Of course, it would have been much easier to ask Nayia or Kayla, but it would show a sign of weakness, and she didn’t need them to explain anything. Those words though, they had been hanging over Sal’s mind, and they were the focus of her stray thoughts.

“You’ll never understand; you’ll never love anybody to know what it’s like.”

Did she mean that to be true? Sal couldn’t climb over it; it bored into her thoughts, driving her crazy. Did it mean that Sal would never find love; did it mean that Sal would never know what it’s like to lose somebody? Because Sal knew that much already.

Sal had been through so much more than Kayla could have ever guessed, her parents had been ripped apart in front of her when she was four, her best friend was on the other side of the country and she was all alone, no matter who was around her. Sal would always be alone, whether she was surrounded by Nayia’s group, or with Fury on another full moon night. Sal always felt alone.

She felt alone in yet another geography lesson. The weeks seemed to crawl by, only pausing for long enough for somebody to become upset, hurt, happy or have a geography lesson. The classroom roared with noise around her, as she sat in a silent shell at her desk, her feet resting on the desk, her chair against the back wall of the classroom.

Greg plowed on through his work like usual, but this time, instead of Kayla talking to Craig, she sat there, making little conversation with Sean, glaring over at the sight of Teresa talking to a nervous looking Craig. Craig was sitting rigid in his seat, glancing around nervously, while Teresa talked to him sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes and twirling her hair. Craig looked over to Kayla to see if she was looking at him, but she looked away and began to talk to Sean, trying to ignore Craig.

Nayia blabbered on with Martin as usual, talking at the top of her voice and laughing hysterically with him at the jokes he made. Sal could barely hear herself think as she sat there, quietly observing everybody else.

The door at the front of the classroom swung open suddenly, and Miss Kumar jumped in surprise. Two women entered, one identifiable to Sal and the others as Ms Balloise. The other though, Sal had no idea who she is, though she looked vaguely familiar, as if Sal had met her somewhere else.

“What is all this noise?” Ms Balloise bellowed. The class instantly stopped their talking, and even Teresa, Ms Balloise’s favorite, stopped her chattering in interest to find out what was going on. “Thank you.” Ms Balloise looked around the classroom before continuing. “For those of you who do not know, I am president of the Kilbourne District of the Anti-Werewolf League.”

Something froze inside Sal’s chest, most presumably her heart or stomach. Perhaps both, she felt as if there were a big block of ice freezing a knot in her stomach, and her heart seemed to be beating at a faster rate.

“This next to me is the president of the Anti-Werewolf League for Warroga, Ms Sandra Hellensberg. This week she is visiting the school on a business trip to talk to me about private business matters. While she is here, she is taking this opportunity to talk to the classes about the Anti-Werewolf League and inform you all that there are werewolves out there and…” She glanced over to Sandra Hellensberg, who was giving her an impatient stare. “And I’ll let Ms Hellensberg continue on,” Ms Balloise finished.

Sal felt her temper rising, but she knew inside her that there was nothing worse for her than losing control and exploding. It would raise suspicion for one thing, she may be kicked out of school (although at this current point in time, Sal could not see the downside to that), and what would Fury think?

“Thank you, Lucidia,” Sandra Hellensberg began, her voice sounding not at all thankful, if not, annoyed with the fact that Lucidia had talked for so long. “I want you to all pay attention and listen closely,” she began. “Werewolves roam this country, whether you like it or not. So you can either be attacked and bitten by a blood thirsty werewolf with an appetite and hunger for normal people, or you can learn from what I am about to say.” The class looked mildly interested in this, although not everybody cared. Sal, obviously, was close to exploding, close to picking up the nearest thing to her and throwing it right at this Sandra Hellensberg’s head.

“The Anti-Werewolf League has been, for years, researching and studying werewolves, and even has a captured werewolf captured in one of the AWL buildings. The AWL is all over the country, because we know that just as we are everywhere, werewolves are everywhere like us.” Sandra looked around the classroom while talking, catching Sal’s eye. Sal looked away instantly, not wanting to even look at her in fear of blowing up. “Werewolves come out at full moon, so before and after full moon, the werewolves act strangely, perhaps a bit more secretive, perhaps a bit nervous. If you see a werewolf you are immediately to report it to the nearest AWL worker, for you it would be Ms Balloise. If you have any suspicions then they are to be reported immediately.”

“We should move onto the next class, Sandra,” Lucidia whispered from the doorway. She took a step back out the classroom, and observed Ms Hellensberg from the corridor.

Sandra looked over the class once more, her eyes resting upon each and every student seated. She paused briefly as she saw Sal, staring at the familiar crop of carrot orange hair, green eyes and fierce attitude. “Remember, any weird werewolf suspicions and report them immediately at once!” she concluded, before walking out the room.

Sal felt a shiver travel down her spine as Sandra Hellensberg exited the room. She defiantly had seen Sandra before, but the answers to where, when and why had all escaped her. She did not know anything but the fact that a feeling deep in her gut was telling her that she knew Sandra, and that Sandra and Lucidia were both dangerous.

They were both involved in the Anti-Werewolf League.

[mistysakura]

Surprises. Nice to see that Balloise isn't a werewolf -- shouldn't be, since she goes wolf-hunting (presumably in a group) at full moon. Who would canis be then? Or maybe she's somehow a werewolf after all... thoughts.

I liked the bit with Sal totally not understanding Kayla, and acting blunt as usual. it really showed her personality, and how... well, she doesn't know the feeling of attachment, except maybe in Ashley's case. I wouldn't call even that a "best buddies" friendship, though.

I didn't find any mistakes in this one, but just wait until mr_pikachu comes along (if he dares.)

[PancaKe]

Lol. If he dares. How blunt. ^^ Yeah its kind of hard to make the Ashley-Sal relationship work, I mean I should have had more time in the orphinage between them but I think I'll be able to work something out, how she feels torn etc etc. And also, thanks so much for your replies. It shows me that Ive been able to accomplish what I wanted through my writing, which is so cool!

~Mist

[Lady Vulpix]

Wow, an all-new chapter! And a very interesting one at that! Poor Sal, things are starting to look bad for her again. But her life was hell for most of LVH too.

[Last Exile]

Yahoo!

Now this is what I was waiting for!

Rock on, Tara, rock on!

Keep it amped up with suspense and all!

And congrats on snagging 10 awards!

[mr_pikachu]

First of all, congrats on the awards! Second, this was a great chapter! The plot worked out nicely! And third, OF COURSE I DARE, MISTYSAKURA!! Of course I'd want to risk getting banned by a mod of the forum I want to mod someday! Why wouldn't I?

Anyway, here we go once again!


“The government are going to shut us down if they find out any of this, therefore we hide ALL information from them during government inspections!”

You also did this in the previous paragraph to this (it’s a bit less subtle there), but you mention “the government” and then use a plural word (“are”) to describe it. That doesn’t seem to make sense logically. Correct me if I’m wrong on this one, because I think I might be able to understand why you put it that way, though I’m not sure.


“You know all this all ready, why are you even questioning it?”

“All ready” should be “already”.


“The countless times I myself have been involved in searches of the forest in full moon, and still we have come up with nothing.”

This sentence doesn’t seem to make sense to me, though I can’t quite place why. It just doesn’t seem like it has all the elements of a sentence. Where’s the action taken in it, for instance? If you’re using “have come up with nothing,” as an example, then what about the part BEFORE the comma? Is in an independent thought? Hmm?


“But what do the McGregor’s have to do with anything now?”

“McGregor’s” should not have an apostrophe, since it is not possessive or a contraction.


People with more authority and power than Lucidia scared her, it meant that they had the power to boss her around, and make her do some things that she may not want to.

First, the first comma should be a semicolon. Second, you started the sentence in past tense, and ended in present tense. Now I KNOW you didn’t mean to do that.


“It is there job, as well as combing the forests, to search for Sally-Anne.”

The word “there” should be “their”… *sigh*


“I’ve got to finish an assignment for English, I guess I’ll see you guys later.”

Those are two independent thought. They should be separated by a period or a semicolon.


“Oh I don’t think you should go sticking your nose into anybody else’s business.”

“Oh” should have a comma after it, since it’s introductory.


Seam sat across from him, and studied Martin with his dark eyes.

Uh, excuse me… “Seam”?


“Craig is just a guy, don’t freaking cry when he holds some other girls hand.”

“Girls” needs an apostrophe; it’s possessive.


“I like him a lot, and it hurts to see him holding another girls hand because it might mean that he likes another girl, and then that means that there is no chance of him liking me.”

Same thing again…


“Don’t you yell at me, just because you’re upset over some stupid guy who holds some stupid girls stupid hand!”

For the third (and hopefully final) time… USE AN APOSTROPHE WITH POSSESSION!


“That was nice,” Nayia input pointlessly.

It should be “inputted”. Make it a past tense verb.


Sal had been through so much more than Kayla could have ever guessed, her parents had been ripped apart in front of her when she was four, her best friend was on the other side of the country and she was all alone, no matter who was around her.

The first comma should be a semicolon to transition into the list.


“Remember, any weird werewolf suspicions and report them immediately at once!”

“Immediately” and “at once” create a redundancy.


She defiantly had seen Sandra before, but the answers to where, when and why had all escaped her.

It should be “definitely”, not “defiantly”. The former is “for sure”, the latter is more like “standoffish” or “resisting”.



All in all, this was a great chapter, though it could have been better with a bit of editing. And again, PLEASE learn these grammar rules! It scares me to see such a great writer miss those all the time! *shudders* See? That's proof, right there!

[PancaKe]

“Immediately” and “at once” create a redundancy.

Thats how whatzitsname, Sandra talks. She has a habit of repeating herself and saying the same things over and over again. So if she is talking bout the 20th century she might go...

"in the 20th century of 100 years" or something.

Get what i mean? Its just her flaw and habit. Like some people have a lisp (what cruel person decided to spell lisp with an S???) and others just i dunno, talk really fast like Nayia.

And just as I was hoping it would be good, mr pikachu comes and ruins it XD are you like, an english teacher or somethin?????

~Mist

[Lady Vulpix]

Tara, don't get mad at those who make corrections. We all know you're a great writer and we love your fic. That's why you have so many regular readers and so many people comment on your fic all the time. So, you've made some mistakes, everyone makes them. If you correct them, then the next person won't find them while reading and the fic will be even more enjoyable.
I often make a lot of typos in my fic (mainly due to an unwise chose of names for characters and races, some being too similar to each other), so when someone points them out, I fix them and then the chapter looks better.

[EVme15]

The plot thickens... Mwahahahaha...

But seriously, this is getting good! I mean, now the AWL is after Sal, they know it, she knows it, everyone else is completely oblivious.
Don't be mad when someone corrects your fics. I used to write these huge fics in my notebook. When I showed them to my friends, they'd be like "Hey, you said 'I to do this' instead of 'I need/want to do this'" and I'd get all annoyed. It does nothing, really. ^_^ My only problem was I had written it all in a notebook, which meant corrections were about 300% harder. Lol.

Keep up the good work! </overused encoragement statement>

[PancaKe]

^^ I'm not mad! Lol I'm just like, how do I explain it? Um... when someone offends you and your not really offended yet you act it? I'm doing that. But lol I really dont mind ur stuff sir pika. ^^ its just fun complaining about it and how I think I'm so good. What's the bet that I cant go the whole fic without having you correct every chapter lol. That'd be so funny, but I really REALY hope that by the final chapter he wont have to correct anything!!!!

Bwah. I think I can do that ^^. And btw I do like this constructive critizism thingy goin on. its sooo kewl cuz like it just is.

~Mist

[mr_pikachu]

L! O! L!

English teacher?! Are you out of your mind? I HATE English teachers! Of course, this could be due to the fact that I'm usually the one who corrects them, but yeah. To be honest, English is NOT my best subject. However, I do have a major penchant for writing and reading these fics, so I've learned a lot from you guys, as well. Since I've been on practically constantly during my free time for the last several months, I've learned just about everything about grammar, and am now teaching you guys. Makes you sick, doesn't it? I know, it does for me, too.

But yeah, I really hope that by the last chapter, I have nothing to correct. I know you have the capabilities to do that. You just need to really apply yourself and EDIT, EDIT, EDIT!!! (Yes, I know, there was a triple redundancy. It's called repeating for effect. So shaddup. ) And we all know constructive criticism is always good. That's what we're all here for, anyway. We all want to learn more and become great writers. Or run our mouths off. Whatever.

And don't worry, I know you're not mad. Please tell me in a PM or something if you really do get POed, 'cause I don't exactly want to get banned. And yeah, I'm glad you're having fun complaining about my editing. Of course, you could act in other ways... y'know, like actually making a few changes? Well, this was a very long post to not be replying to a chapter, so see ya!

[PancaKe]

Lol I do change my fic, but i dont edit it on here, i edit the master copy therefore when it gets reposted and when it gets put on my site then it shall be beautiful.

BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~Mist

[PancaKe]

I had writers block. And besides, I couldn't be bothered editing the chapter. I dont know why, I'm not in the mood tonight. And besides, it gives Mr Pikachu something to do Its okay mr pika, i luv ya neway.

~Mist

Chapter Nine

The wind blew coolly through the trees, the leafy tops waving in the breeze, rustling. The moonlight became scattered as the canvas of leaves and branches above moved in and out of the way of moonbeams. The air and surroundings were wet from the light rain earlier on, and although it was not raining now, the clouds still hung overhead, blocking the light every now and again. It was cold, as the months had turned from warm sunny February to cooling March, cooler April and now, preparing for winter, May had sprung upon them.

Sal would have been chattering her teeth and shaking if she had not had the thick furry wolf coat on her. Fury still felt the cold biting into her skin, although she too had a thick coat of shaggy fur covering her. Sal had once again turned to the only person she could turn to, the only person whom she could trust and seek for advice. The only one left, Fury was her guidance on how to survive now that she was equipped with the knowledge that Lucidia was a member of the Anti-Werewolf League.

“This means that you have to be very careful now,” Fury advised. “I mean, of course, if you want to go ahead and be an experimental piece for the next twenty or so years for the AWL then go ahead and just stroll up to this Balloise and go ‘Hey look what I do at full moon.’ That would be so smart.”

Sal growled softly. “You’re too sarcastic for your own good,” she pointed out.

Fury grinned. “I know.”

“But what the freak am I supposed to do? You’re supposed to know what to do, you always do! And now you’re just telling me to go show them I’m a werewolf! Are you so nuts?” Sal exploded violently. Her temper disappeared as quickly as it rose; she sat there awaiting Fury’s response to the sudden outburst.

Fury rolled her eyes. “You know, this is a totally different kettle of fish,” Fury began. She gave a small laugh at the sight of Sal’s expression, angry and intolerant to beating around the bush. “I think that you should have told Ashley all those years ago your secret. You can trust her, and I know that she thinks of you all the time. Not a day goes by when Ashley doesn’t think of you.”

Sal frowned disbelievingly at Fury. “How do you know?” she demanded.

Fury sighed. “Honestly Sal, what do you think I do in the months when you’re normal and I’m still wolf?” she asked, grinning. Sal looked at her then looked away.

“Ashley still thinks of me?” she asked.

“You bet,” Fury nodded. “She’s further than the Mount District though, small town. I cant remember the name of it, but I can get it too you in about a week or two if you wait."

Sal snorted. “Why,” she began, “do you think I need to know the name of her town?”

“I don't know, maybe because you have no intention of knowing where she is, or what she's doing? Maybe because you don't really care where she could be, and maybe you're just rejecting this information because you're being smart?" Fury sighed. "Sarcasm, my dear Sal. Sarcasm is the key to life. You want to know little things about her, so you can still feel like there is a part of her with you."

Sal turned her back on Fury. Why did she even bother to waste her time? But she knew that Fury was right, Fury was always right. Somehow, Fury had a way of knowing everything that was going on in her life, without Sal having to keep her up to date. Sal didn’t have time to think about this conspiracy that was happening anyhow. She decided her own life was interesting enough without having to go wondering about other people’s lives.

And she hated admitting that Fury was right. Fury knew this and smiled to herself, watching Sal grumble and ignore her for the moment. “You know what I should do?” Sal suddenly exclaimed, turning around to face Fury, her green eyes burning with determination and excitement. She didn’t sound happy excited, to Fury it was more of a determined idea that she should follow out, and was excited about following it out. “Train timetable.”

Fury stared, a blank upon her face. “What about the train timetable?” she asked. And then Fury caught on, and a loud groan escaped.

Sal ignored the groan and continued speaking. “If I catch the train up to wherever Ashley happens to be, then I’ll be staying with Ashley and the freaking AWL wont know where to find me! And then neither will the pack.”

“Sal, you can’t do that,” Fury sighed. “Its probably such a good idea you should rush ahead and do it, after having so many fights about why Ashley wasn’t brought to Kilbourne, wow, they may never know where to look for you! And besides, where are you going to get money for a train fare, where are you even going to find out where Ashley is right now?”

“Stop acting like a smart mouth,” Sal snapped. “Just because you don’t have to go to school, just because you get to do whatever you like does not give you the right to even THINK you can tell me what to do.”

“You don’t even know what I was saying,” Fury pointed out, not feeling like battling a difficult temper this particular night. Fury stared Sal directly in the eyes. “You would be stupid to even think of running away. You run, they chase you, and they are everywhere and will catch you. It’s much safer here while you’re at the school, and if things become to dangerous, there is always the pack.”

“You try living as a human for once!” Sal shot nastily, and instantly wished that those words could be reversed back into her. She felt torn when she desired to rip Fury up. Her intense rage was telling her, screaming at her mind to lose it and just go for Fury. Her heart, well, that spoke otherwise. Every time her temper, her instinct, instructed her to attack, her heart began to tear itself into two, slowly and painfully. She couldn’t bear this fight, the fight with not only her best friend, but also herself.

“I think that it’s best you go back to the school,” Fury told Sal quietly. Sal looked up again, and into Fury’s eyes. The golden brown irises were cut; they bled from the inside with a hurt that Sal had never realized she could inflict. Fury was sending Sal away, for their own good.

Sal turned, not knowing what to say; her pride stopping her from saying anything close to sorry, her arrogance stopping herself from admitting that Fury was right and she was wrong. Perhaps if she could remove these faults, then nothing would have happened. But Sal knew that she couldn’t just make them vanish. They were a part of her that she had to deal with.

Her pride told her otherwise.

*

Sal’s bed was empty the next morning. Nayia brushed this off, not really bothering to wonder why Sal did not lie, asleep, in the bed next to her. Nayia didn’t even remember seeing Sal’s empty bed until it was mentioned after the school day had finished.

“Hey, you know, Sal hasn’t been here all day,” Sean commented, looking around, his black hair falling in his eyes. He moved it aside, making a mental note to get it cut.

“I knew something was missing!” Nayia exclaimed, throwing her hands around in the air to try express her feeling. “When I woke up this morning, I looked at her bed and wondered where she was, and was meant to ask you guys but I forgot!”

“Do you think Nayia would forget to breathe?” Craig asked Martin, grinning.

“Hurry up, hurry up!” Martin urged Nayia. Craig laughed as Nayia stared at Martin, glaring fiercely at him. He grinned back. “I’m sorry, Nayia.”

Nayia refused to stop her glaring. “I do not accept your apology, Martin Jackson. I am VERY offended by the fact that you wish me to cease breathing and consequently collapse onto the ground, most presumably dead due to lack of oxygen!” She finished her long string of words, before beaming at him in a childish way. “I used long words!” she giggled.

“So am I forgiven?” Martin asked.

“Yes,” Nayia sighed. Martin hugged Nayia, whose face clearly showed to everybody that she did not appreciate it. Kayla was the only one who understood why. Nayia, unsure of what to do, looked around nervously, before coming to the decision to push Martin off her.

Martin stared at Nayia, hurt and confused. “Why did you push me away?” he asked.

Nayia looked around at the group, who were all watching, waiting for Nayia’s response. “Because…” she began, unsure of what to say for the first time. “Because… I have to go now.” She nodded to reassure herself that she truly did have to leave, before turning and walking off, her flip-flops flapping with every step.

“I don’t understand that,” Martin commented.

“I do, but she asked me not to say anything,” Kayla replied. Martin stared at her, confused. “Look, I can’t tell you what she asked me not to tell you, but there is a very valid reason for that strange behavior.”

“What about her other strange behavior?” Craig asked, grinning cheekily.

“Now’s not the time dude,” Martin replied quietly, before following Nayia.

“You know, every time our group gets together, we end up splitting up,” Craig spoke, out of the blue. Kayla, Sean and he began to walk towards the canteen. Greg joined them along the way.

“Hey guys, what happened?” Greg asked.

“We split up again,” Craig shrugged.

“Speaking of splitting up,” Kayla began, beginning to frown at Craig. “What’s this about Teresa going out with you and dumping Trent Faulkner?”

“What?” Craig asked, shocked. “What? Who said that – what’s – what’s happening? Why didn’t I know about this?!”

Kayla glared at him; in similar fashion to Nayia’s deathly stare to Martin. “You think you’re such a good actor, don’t you?” she whispered, before turning and stalking off, her eyes filling with tears.

Craig sighed. “You know, sometimes I think this group is just together to spite everybody else,” he muttered to himself.

*

Sal did not know what to think, what to feel or how to act. The train station drew closer, the train slowed down and Sal stepped off, sneaking out the platform in her usual stealthy way. The Mount District was behind her, ahead of her lay the town Greg once went to school at, the town where Ashley lived.

But wherever could Ashley be found? Sal had no clues, no leads to where she should start looking, aside from at a boarding high school. Sal struggled with her feelings of intense fury and annoyance, trying to decide what to do, where to go, what her next move was.

“Can I help you, miss?” a stranger asked, smiling a thin-lipped smile at her. She looked up at the stranger, a tall man with gray chin stubble and ripped clothes. He smelt strongly of body odor and urine, and gave Sal the familiar feeling of arriving home, although she had never been here before.

“Yeah, piss off!” Sal yelled in his face. Her anger rose, along with it a strange feeling that grasped her stomach in an icy hand. She lashed out, before turning around and walking off, her anger subdued but the icy grasp still tugging her. How could she explain it? She couldn’t. There was no way of explaining why there was the pulling feeling, as if something was constantly bothering you, pulling you in a different direction.

Darkness crept up on her, the sun set to let the moon do a poor job of lighting the area Sal was walking. This absence of light did not stop her, she continued walking, searching, and looking for something that she did not know. Why she was still continuing to look when she did not know where to begin, she failed to know the answer. But as the hours rolled by, wearier and wearier Sal became, until she gave in. She moved slowly down the alleyway, searching for a warmer area, before curling up in the corner and sitting there.

She did not sleep. The iced hand still clutched her stomach, dragging her into an angry feeling of question. Too many questions bombarding her, no answers to counter with, Sal was at a point of limbo. She could either return, or continue on in finding Ashley. Ashley Lien, the girl Sal had not seen for almost five months, her Ashley, the Ashley that had always been there for her.

The tear slowly traveled down her soft cheek without notice. She could remember, clear as crystal, Ashley always being there for her, always guiding her and protecting her from her most dangerous enemy, herself. And now, Ashley was not here, Ashley could not protect her from her mind, her mind and her memories.

They dragged Sal down, and Ashley was not here to pull her up.

*

Lucidia Balloise surveyed the school records on the monitor, frowning slightly. This was the third time that Sal had failed to respond to a message to report to her office, and wondering why, Lucidia had turned to the school records for answers. Sal had a dorm here and did not reside in sickbay; that was certain. But this evidence was twisted, there was a gaping hole to the story; Sal had not attended any classes for the past two days. None of her friends understood why either, but Lucidia had to know why.

“Where is she?” she demanded.

Greg, Martin, Nayia, Kayla, Craig and Sean all shrugged. “Got no idea, how bout you?” Nayia replied cheerfully.

“When was the last time she talked to you?” Lucidia asked, this time not as bossily as the last. The group stayed silent, not wishing to answer this. Lucidia sighed, realizing that this would take some bargaining. “Look, I’ll make you a deal,” she reluctantly began. “You talk, you tell me everything you know about Sal and where she could have gone, and I’ll let you…”

“Let us not have to go to geography?” Nayia asked, her eyes lighting up in hope.

“We don’t do anything in geography anyway, Nayia!” Martin told her, hitting her on the back of the head.

“No, not missing out on classes,” Lucidia replied, her patience beginning to wear thin with Nayia. “Come up with something you want and let me know, and I’ll let you know if it is possible. But in return, you must answer all questions I ask, without hesitation.”

Nayia shrugged. “What do you guys think? Because I don’t mind doing that.”

“I think we’re getting no where,” Sean muttered.

Lucidia’s eye twitched, realizing she was slowly loosing her authority.

*

Long black hair swayed as the young Asian teen walked through the courtyard. A bin had toppled over, and on the tips of her toes, the young female avoided every piece, her dark eyes flashing around on the ground in front of her. “Hey! Hey Ashie!” a voice yelled from behind her. Pausing, Ashley, or Ashie as she was called, turned around to see who it was that shouted her name. Shielding the sun from her eyes with her hand, she smiled.

“Hello Ling,” Ashley smiled, as Ling ran up to her. “How are you?”

“Oh, I’m SO great!” Ling exclaimed, her ponytail bouncing up and down, her brown eyes dancing with happiness. “You know what, it’s so cool, do you remember that guy who asked me out, Juan?” Ashley nodded, not really that interested but looking as if she cared. “Well, apparently he’s going out with Trisha, you know that dark one with the curly hair? I love her hair!”

“Me too,” Ashley agreed, not entirely thinking of what Ling was talking about. Ling’s voice soon faded into the background, as Ashley carefully avoided rubbish.

“Ashie, are you in there?” Ling suddenly exclaimed, waving her hand in front of Ashley’s face. “You know, I’ve never really seen you be anything but quiet. Are you ALWAYS like this quiet?”

Ashley looked up at Ling, and gave a small smile. “I never was before,” she admitted quietly. “I used to be as bubbly as you are-”

“Thank you,” Ling replied, smiling.

“But then something happened, and I just am never going to replace the person I lost,” she finished sadly, looking away from Ling.

Ling scratched her neck, in a state of confusion. “What happened?” she asked bluntly.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Ashley answered softly.

“Come on,” Ling said, pushing Ashley playfully. “What happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it!” Ashley replied with much more force in her voice.

“Ashie!” Ling began.

Ashley spun around and looked up to Ling, her eyes burning with a fire that Ling had never seen before. “I told you already,” Ashley started, saying each word clearly and separately. “I do not want to TALK ABOUT IT!”

Ling fell quiet, staring at Ashley with a blank expression upon her long face. The blank expression vanished as quickly as it appeared, and was replaced with a wide grin. Ling slapped Ashley’s back playfully. “Come on, be serious!” she exclaimed.

Ashley turned around and walked off. Ling stared after her, confused.

*

Sal found the school in a short time, after getting directions from a stranger. She found herself looking through the fence into the grounds, before grabbing onto the chicken wire and climbing up and over. Wherever Ashley was, Sal had to find her, and at the same time avoid being seen by any of the teachers or workers who would know she didn’t belong there.

She kept a low profile, walking around, searching for Ashley or any sign of Asians that might know Ashley. In the middle of the courtyard, walking through a pile of rubbish was a tall Asian with black hair in a ponytail. Sal walked over to her, and stopped her in her tracks. “Right, do you know Ashley Lien?” she demanded angrily.

Ling looked surprised by this sudden outburst but shrugged anyway. “Yeah, we just had an argument,” she replied. “I know her.”

Sal looked shocked, how could Ashley get into an argument? “So where is she?” Sal questioned fiercly.

Ling pointed over behind her shoulder. “Went that way,” she replied. “Anyway, what business is it of yours?” she asked, frowning.

Sal ignored that last question and ran off after Ashley. Ling frowned. “Something isn’t right,” she commented to herself, before following Sal.

*

“Damn Sal, acting so secretive around her friends!” Lucida cursed, pacing Jackie’s office. “If she wasn’t so damn protective we could have found her already, it’s been two days!”

“Two little days,” Jackie shrugged. “We have to find her, I don’t deny that, but it’s not worth going psycho about it.”

Lucidia stopped her pacing. Turning, she stared at Jackie, her eyes cold and hard. “The AWL is after her,” Lucida informed Jackie. “They need to find her, she may have a link to the deaths of Emily and Kyle McGregor.”

Jackie sighed. “Why don’t they just give up?” she asked. “Why don’t you just give up? She’s only a child, one day she’ll grow up and give you any information you want.”

“She’s stubborn,” Lucidia answered.

“I know that,” Jackie replied. “Sometimes I wonder whether it was best bringing her here instead of Ashley.”

Lucidia frowned at Jackie. “Ashley… Ashley who? She was on the list to come down here, wasn’t she?” Lucidia asked. “Sal was screaming at me about Ashley, about how she was at another school across the country…”

Jackie, who had been typing on her computer, looked up. “Got the list of who signed up,” she replied. “Ashley Lien, twelve years of age, turning thirteen shortly. Was in Quentside Heighs Orphinage up until the age of twelve, now instead of coming here she is somewhere else.”

“Where though? WHERE?” Lucidia yelled at Jackie.

“I don’t know, but you’re welcome to find out,” Jackie replied. “I don’t want any part in your Anti-Werewolf League chases, thank you very much. What you decide to do with the AWL is none of my business and I would appreciate leaving it that way.”

“Well good, because you have your own things to run,” Lucidia commented. “Now leave please, I need to do some research.”

Jackie frowned. “In case you didn’t notice, this happens to be my office,” she informed Lucidia. “It even says my name on the door.”

Lucidia scowled at Jackie, her eyes hardening. “Get out of the office,” she ordered, her voice low and threatening. “Get out, I need to use it.”

Jackie stood up to defend herself, but sighed instead. “Fine, I couldn’t be bothered to have an argument over it,” she replied, throwing her hands up in the air and walking out. “I’ve got better things to do.”

[Lady Vulpix]

Great chapter!
I think Ling redefines the term 'tactless', doesn't she?
I'd make more comments, but I have to go now. Anyway, it was great.

[EVme15]

It's supportive, not really helpful, same-as-last-and-last-and-last-time posting time by me! ^_^ Don't we all love it?

I hope Sal actually runs into Ashley. It would be such a letdown if she didn't! And the AWL's getting closer to finding Sal... oooooo, suspense! Um... I'm running out of comments now... ^^; this is why I can't write fanfiction...

Keep up the good work! ^_^ </prettymuchsamecommentaseveryotherpost>

[classy_cat18]

Sorry I haven't replied in a while. Your fic is going along great! I hope the AWL doesn't find Sal while she's there with Ashley.