Book 6: The Bar Part II

Hey everyone! I hope you like the next part... I was struggling to see who I wanted to be in the spot light, I was giong to do Blake, then I wanted to give Chris a chance, but I figured they would have their turn... I hope you enjoy it from Marie's point of view!

Ellie

Marie watched Lance growl at the elderly man. "How old are you? And you still cannot talk properly!" Lance snapped at the old man the man smiled.

"Come now, that how ya treat ya father?" the man asked laughing with wicked smile.

"You know that you aren't really our father," Blake answered back.

"Well, be the best ya two mismatched brothers got, I did basicly rasie ya since, how long has it been?" the man smiled again.

"Too long, I raised Blake when I realized that you were a bad influence on him... and besides, you did not really have to rasie us," Lance added. "We would have done fine on your own," he added. Marie watched the three argue in silence.

"Fine?" the man asked. "Fine? Who took ya both in when ya were tossed out?" he demanded. Lance and Blake sighed and both poined at him with a finger and answered together.

"You Father John," they answered dully.

"Father John?" Marie asked suddenly. The turned and looked at them as if they had forgotten they were there.

"What? Why are you... Oh yeah you followed us..." Blake remembered. Marie looked at Tevor and Chris confused.

"You forgot we were here?" Trevor asked.

"Well, we are different then most people..." Lance sighed. "We tend to forget time..." he added.

"Yeah, and ya Miss Vicotria can call me Grandfather John, or Grandfather, same goes for ya ta idiots," John smiled at them. Lance glared at him.

"Her name is Marry, not Victoria," Lance snapped.

"Well... she looks like a Victoria!" John snapped. Blake snikered a bit and looked at Marie. "Well lets go inside, it be about ta snow," Marie looked up at the sky as Lance took her around the arm and escorted her inside. Who are these people? she asked herself. They seem young but act so old, they sound different, their voices their actions... Am I just noticing nothing? She asked herself.

"Do not worry m'lady," Lance smiled as she sat down on a stool at the bar. "Do not think too much," he added. "There is nothing to worry about," he gave her a warm gentle smile, it felt like a memory. Just like when she had looked into her eyes. She found herself craving to look into his green eyes once more. She watched Trevor and Chirs look around the bar.

"What is this place?" Trevor asked.

"A bar, for people like us," John answered. "But ya wouldn't understand," John added.

"What do you mean 'like us'?" Chris quoted. "Who are you guys, how did you notice us tailing you?" he added.

"Like Father John said, you guys will not understand, you will figure it eventually," Lance answered back. "Would you like something to drink?" he added. The three spies looked outside and saw snow falling and a cold draft coming in.

"I would like..." Marie started onlyto find herself fut off by Lance.

"Tea, black eral grey tea with two cubes of sugar, and two spoons of cream," Lance said pushing a steaming mug infront of her.

"How did you..." Marie started again. Lance sighed and cut her off.

"I am good a guessing," he answered back. She watched him exchnage a glance with Blake and then looked at Trevor and Chris.

"Um... I would like a cup of black coffe please," Chris ordered Trevor nodded for the same. Lance nodded and started to pour two cups of coffee for them and pushed it infront of them. Marie took a sip of the tea, it was... familliar there was something different in this cup of tea.

"What else is in here?" she asked.

"Well... the sugar has a hint of cinnamon in it," Lance told her with a smile on his face. "I have had that sugar for a long time, I make it myself accutally, but I never have time or the right supply to make it," he looked at her and smiled.

"Enough with ya love talk," John snapped. "Miss Vicotira, is he a bothern' ya?" he asked.

"Father John I was only telling her what is in the tea," Lance told him. "I was not bothering here, and her name is MARRY," Lance snapped. Marie looked at Lance and once again found herself catching his green eyes.

"Victoria, please, please," came the pleading voice again.

"Luke... no... I am sorry, I simply cannot be with you..." Marie heard herself say as she kept walking away from the voice, wishing, wanting to look back.

"No... Bane don't keep be back! LET ME GO! VICTORIA!!!" the voice that belonged to Luke yelled. Tears fell from Maire's eyes as she looked back to see a young man being held back by another man. She caught the young man's green eyes.

"Luke she made her choice, maybe next time..." came the other man's voice.

Maire opened her eyes and gasped, she felt tears falling from her eyes. "What?" she asked.

"Are you alright?" came Blake's voice. "You passed out all of a sudden it scared us, everyone else is waiting for you in the bar," Marie slowly sat up. She was on a bed.

"I... what? I was... nevermind," Maire sturggled to remember what had happened. One minute she looked into green eyes and then she was having a dream. A painfull memory like dream. And the green eyes, she knew who they belonged to, "Lance!" she said suddenly. "He was in my dream!"



© by Ellie S.

Book Three: First Sight

Marie walked into her first period class after drving to school. She wore a light grew blouse and a pair of blue jeans. She pushed a piece of her golden brown hair out of her face and silently stood by the door, feeling a sense of fear, her first day of high shool, ever. She looked around the room to see students walking to their desks and sitting down, talking with each other, wishpering about the new kids.

"Did you hear? The blond one is American, why does he live with them?" one girl whispered.

"I heard their father is a mafia boss," another girl wispered back. "Why else would they have that nice of cars?" she added.

"I heard they are a part of the witness protection program," a boy muttered to them. Marie sighed, they had only been their for an entier 20 minutes and there were already rumors flying around about them. She ignored the gossoping wishpers and turned her head towards the door. A man walked in and the class fell silent.

"Marry Smyth I presume?" he asked. Marie nodded at him and the man turned. "Class, meet Marry Smyth, she moved from England with her family," he introduced. "I am Mr. Cooper, ask me anything you need to know," he added. Suddenly the door opened and a boy walked in. Marie noticed that it was the same boy she had seen in the parking lot. He walked in with a shinning smile on his face which seemed to make all the girls sigh with wish. Marie rolled her eyes and looked away from him. "Mr. Lance," Mr. Cooper started. So his name is Lance... Lance... she repeated the name in her head over and over. "Being late..." he paused and seemed to go into a daze. "Just don't let it happen again..." Marie looked at Mr. Cooper.

"Of corse," Lance shone his smile again and walked off to one of the empty desks and sat down.

"Right..." Mr. Cooper seemed to snap out of his trance and turned to Marie. "Marry, sit next to Lance over there," he added. Marie nodded and walked over to one of the four empty desks around Lance. She wondered why he sat alone like that and shyly sat next to him. She heard a hiss echo through the classroom and wondered what she had done. She looked at Lance who looked back and smiled.

"Hello, I am Lance, what is your name?" he asked. Another hiss echoed. "Ignore them, they are jealous," he smiled.

"I don't see what they are jealous about," Marie answered back.

"Ah, I am handsome, beautiful, all around loved," he whispered back. Marie rolled her eyes. She did not like him already.

"Yeah, right, arrogant, is more like it," she snapped. Lance thought for a moment.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he smiled at her. "Anyways, what is your name?" he asked.

"Marry, Marry Smyth," Marie answered back to him. He smiled at that.

"Marry, is that your real name?" he asked in a low whisper.

"What?" Marie asked quickly. He shock his head and gave a gentle laugh. The entier time they had been talking he hadn't looked at her. "Why don't you look at me when you talk?" Marie asked. Lance sighed and turned his face towards her. Their eyes caught again. Marie held his gaze and saw something.

"Vicotria, why are you leaving me?" came a soft hurt voice.

"I can't be with you Luke," Marie felt herself answered. Suddenly warm arms wrapped around her. The dream was so real. Lips suddenly hit hers and they held there for what felt like for ever, the adenline rushed through her, her face flushed. "Stop," she pleaded when she had a moment to breath. But the kiss came again and she felt herslef kiss back and then she pulled back.

"Don't tell me you do not love me too," came Luke's voice. Marie looked up to to see his face and looked into green eyes.

Marie's eyes flew open and felt warm arms wrapped around her carring her. She looked up to see Lance carring her. "What happened?" she asked.

"You feel asleep during class, I told Mr. Cooper that I was taking you to the nurse to rest becuase you probally wheren't over jetlag yet," Lance smiled back. "How are you feeling?" he asked as he opened a door. Marie shrugged nd felt herself be plaecd on a bed.

"Well, the nusre will be back soon, I will see you later," Lance smiled and walked away.

"Why do I feel like I have met him?" Marie asked outloud as the door closed behind Lance.

© 2009 by Ellie S.