Author: Loredana Carini PM
Power is something Kate is all to familiar with, but when an old memory is resurected Kate looses everything...Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Supernatural - Kate D. & Curran L. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 9,674 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 12 - Updated: 05-01-13 - Published: 09-03-12 - id: 8494668
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"Oooooooooh you are the music in meee" a voice practically screamed.
"What the fuck?" I slowly dragged myself into an upright position and looked at the clock beside my bed.
What the fuck is she doing at this time of the morning!
She came running into the room with a knife clutched tightly in her hand.
"What is it? Should I call Curran?" her voice was steady even though her hands were shaking like a leaf in the wind.
"No, you should not call Curran." What was her fascination with the ass anyway? "What were you doing in your room?" I practically growled at her.
"Oh" red crept her usually pale neck and cheeks. "I was… well, you see Kate… there's this talent show at school, and one of my dorm mates heard me singing in the shower and signed me up for the show." Her cheeks were practically scarlet by the time she'd finished.
I couldn't help but smile. I never knew Julie could sing.
"You know I've just finished a case at the order and would appreciate it if you kept it down just the biggest bit ever!" I said through the smile.
She looked at the floor, not even trying to meet my eyes.
"Sorry Kate. I just really want to get that song ready for when I go back to school next week."
She looked up from the floor and gave me the biggest puppy dog eyes I'd ever seen from a human.
"Julie, if your eyes get any bigger they're gonna' take off." My smile gone now that I remembered she'd woken me up. "Now go and do something that won't wake me up again".
And with a "huum" she turned and walked out of my room.
"Pfffft, kids" and then I rolled over and went back to sleep.
CRASH! I woke with a jolt, immediately reaching for the throwing dagger that I kept under my pillow.
Silently, I slid out of bed and padded to my bedroom door. It was closed. I never close my door because the handle makes a sound if I open it. Julie must have shut it when I was asleep so she didn't wake me up. Julie! If someone was in my house they might be after Julie.
I wrenched the door open and sprung out into the hall. Looking round I saw nobody there. I padded up the hall to Julie's room. It used to be Greg's room but I couldn't face living in his old room so I gave it to Julie instead.
I poked my head around the corner of her door. Nothing there either. The only places left were the kitchen or the bathroom seeing as I slept where the living room should be.
Walking silently towards the bathroom I considered what might have made the crash. Best case scenario Julie had dropped something worst case scenario something had broken into my apartment and Julie tried to fight it.
"And she'll have died and it'll be your fault. Just like it was with Greg, Voron and you mother. Because you're weak and everybody you know will eventually die."
That annoying voice was back again. Always dripping poison in my ear. Almost hoping that I'd fail. I told it to shut up and carried on down the hall. I felt a bubble of fear well up inside me. Fear was good; it would keep me sharp… but what about Julie?
Finally I reached the bathroom. I heard something move inside. As I reached for the door handle the door opened revealing a torso that blocked the whole frame. As I carried on looking up I saw that it lead to a broad pair of shoulders and sitting a top those shoulders was an all too familiar face.