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The Thanks I GetIt didn't smell like Bobby's house. It didn't look like Bobby's house either. The old wallpaper was still there, as was the furniture, but all of the books and papers and glasses had been picked up and put away. It actually looked like someone had vacuumed. The house was so full you could hardly tell.
Everyone was there and they were all laughing and talking. It was as if they had forgotten that they were hunters, forgotten that the apocalypse was coming, and it was Thanksgiving. Jo and Rufus were telling stories by the door, but Jo shut up just long enough to give both Winchester's a hug and Rufus shook their hands and smiled. Ellen dragged Dean into the kitchen to try the gravy and he was then kicked out for trying everything else. Jodi looked lost as she cooked, this whole thing being her idea, but not knowing what anyone was talking about.
It was so full that it was almost impossible to tell who it was that was missing.
When they all sat down at the table, still talking and Ellen s
NaNo 2012 chp 9
When Sanks woke up he had no idea where he was. The trees almost blacked out the sun and he could hardly see it, his eyes crusted over with dried tears. He rubbed them away with his left hand and breathed lightly.
He could move, the pain no longer so unbearable that he could feel his ribs dig into his lungs with every breath. With a groan he pulled himself up into a sitting position, reminded of Crin's proximity by his whistling. He looked over at his back, slumped and facing him, the rest of him looking out into the thin forest.
Sanks could smell blood in the air, hidden under sweat and leather.
"Where are we?" Sanks inquired, his voice still a bit more rough than he was used to.
"Still in the forest." Crin absentmindedly informed him, "The crowd was shouting, directing the police towards us, so I dragged you over here."
"Dragged?" Sanks pulled himself the rest of the way up to his feet. He looked back the way they came, which wasn't hard to point out. He could see the trail of how he
NaNo 2012 chp 7
The road was smooth, the wind blowing hard as he sped. The horses were bolting, trying to get away from Sanks as best they could while still obeying his motions. His teeth were gritted against the breeze, insects stinging his face as he drove through them. The hood of his cloak had been blown off and his hair was whipping frantically, slashing at his skin worst than the insects, but he didn't care. He couldn't care.
The NHPF were somewhere behind him, having had to stop and discuss paperwork and who was going to follow and who was going to go out for backup. They were taking too long. Sanks couldn't have waited for them.
He could hardly see the horse in the distance, a tiny speck down the straight highway. There were a lot of obstacles in the way, including human beings and other animals, and they were shouting and shaking their fists at Sanks, complaining that he was a mad man and he didn't know the rules of the road.
He tightened his grip on the reigns and lashed them, reminding the
NaNo 2012 chp 6
The Tired Horse was a small inn on the edge of Avrad, where the rooms were small and not very well taken care of. The owner was a small and meek young man, who stammered and hid behind his messy hair. He took the in with a meager smile and only asked for two coin when he led them to their room. It was plain and not very well furnished and there was only one bed, but it was the best room that was in the Tired Horse and it would do.
Crin wasn't sleeping well, his eyes on Sanks as he lay down and tried to sleep himself. The bed was tiny and his body was almost completely pressed against Crin's as he lay beside him, both in their undergarments. He could feel the prince's eyes on him and the thoughts churning in his head and he tried desperately to ignore them.
Of course the boy had questions, wanted to know what that was all about and if he were in any danger. He was. Sanks couldn't tell him that though. He couldn't say anything. All he could think about was blood, that man's blood. He had
NaNo 2012 chp 5Avrad was the merchants Mecca, a place where they all came to sell their wares. There were weekly markets that people traveled days for, so many of them set up shop there instead of moving their tents constantly. There were those though with their wagons covered and their mules irritable that traveled through, stopping by and setting up shop in the market field.
If you needed something, no matter how rare or strange, you could get it in Avrad. Sanks had been there many times, a few back when he was a child, though he could hardly remember that time. He had seen animals for sale there, as well as fairy slaves and changelings, trinkets, food, jewels, and a few human children. If you went after hours you could buy women, or men, for pleasure, as well as many intricate ornaments or rods. He had asked about them and had received some very disturbing information about their uses.
It was a diverse community, those with their marks all positive members of society, none of the thieves and mongr
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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