Okay, I lied... This isn't a Fabina one, nor is the next one. This is a tiny bit Amfie, but not much... Mostly Alfie's POV of what happened afterwards, and I couldn't really figure out how to add in Amfie... Sorry to disappoint. ):
I glanced down, staring at the very powerful Mask of Anubis, the real one, and saw the gem still in the center between the eyeholes. I lowered my hand cautiously, wondering if it was going to breathe fire at me or turn to ice before my very eyes. But it remained the same as I plucked it from its position, watching the Mask change and lose its power.
I chuckled, looking at the little purple gem. I wondered why on earth Robert Frobisher-Smythe would put so much power into such a tiny thing. I shrugged off the thoughts and muttered, "I know where this belongs."
About to give it to my roommate, I realized I had no idea where he was. "Hey, where's Jerome?" I asked, glancing around.
I heard someone say, "I don't know."
He was nowhere to be found. Maybe he'd gone back to the house for the Exhibition party? I stared down at Jerome's father's gem, tracing its little ridges with my finger, while I walked around idly. Hearing a heavy sigh, I lifted my head to see Amber facing me, appearing as though she needed to get something off of her chest.
"So, you were pretty brave today, Alfie," Amber stated.
"I know," I replied. Turning to the gem once more, I decided to just go and do it. The worst she could do was say no. I began, "Um, maybe 'Amfie' does have a certain ring to it."
"I think you mean 'Alber'?" Amber argued.
"Although I may have certain conditions . . ." I began, but she interrupted me.
"You have certain conditions?" she protested. I raised my eyebrows at her, keying her in to what I was hinting at. Amber caught on, and took a deep breath, murmuring to herself, "And I'm calm."
Another deep breath. "Okay, let's hear them," she said. She put an arm around my shoulders, propelling me towards the other side of the room.
"For starters, I was thinking of matching monster masks," I listed off.
"What?" Amber exclaimed, sounding horrified.
I laughed and shook my head. "It was a joke, Amber," I said. We climbed the stairs, toward the second floor of the library.
"Oh." She smacked my shoulder. "Not funny, Alfie."
I was about to say something, but I heard Nina say, "You knew it would happen to Rufus when he put on that mask. Didn't you?"
We both froze. Crouching down, we hid behind the banisters, watching the scene. Nina and Victor were talking, something about Rufus, and the mask.
I glanced at Amber and put a finger to my lips, in a silent motion of "be quiet." I waved my hand, telling her to follow, and on all fours, I began to creep toward the staircase. Nina began to talk about Victor's father, for some reason, and I crawled down the stairs, one step at a time.
When I was at the bottom step, I turned back to Amber and nodded my head. She began to go down the steps as I hit the floorboards. I raised my head to make sure that Victor wasn't going to see us, and he had his head in his hands. His shoulders were shaking, and soft noises were coming from him. Was he crying?
I didn't even know Victor could cry. I always thought he was an alien . . . Well, then again, aliens don't cry, so that rules out my list of creatures that Victor might be. I mentally checked that off of the long list.
Yep, next up: vampire. Victor was a vampire; a creepy one like Dracula, not one of those sparkly vampires like that Robert Pattinson guy that Joy was obsessed with.
I stood up slowly, and saw over my shoulder that Amber was now standing up, with her heels in one hand. We both tip-toed to the door, and I noticed Victor clutching a ring in his hand. He was crying over a ring? Wow, never knew Victor would be so emotional over jewelry, of all things.
I gripped the doorknob, turning it slowly and opening it up. I waited until Amber was through the door to gently close it. Amber slipped on her heels and we ran back to the house.
When we were about three houses away, with stitches in our sides, I had to stop running to catch my breath. I heard her footsteps stop, and ragged breathing, probably coming from her.
"You okay?" I panted, cutting her a sideways glance.
She nodded as she tried to regain normal breathing. I bent down, hands on my knees and tried to slow down my fast heartbeat. I whirled around when I hear Amber's scream.
"What?" I exclaimed, grasping her forearms and looking for any sign of injury.
There was nothing wrong with her, that wasn't the problem. "Ugh, I am so sweaty!" Amber whined.
I groaned, but a bit happier that she was worrying over that, rather than complain about a broken heel or something. If she had done something to her shoe, guess who would have to replace those expensive things? Yep: me.
I rolled my eyes at her complaint. "That's the problem?"
"You have no idea how terrible I look! This is why I don't like running!"
"Amber," I chided. "Don't worry, you can change when we get back." I stood up straight and offered her my hand.
"True," she admitted. "Okay, let's go. I need to get out of these gross clothes. And you should change, too. Not only is that shirt sweaty but it is not suited for a party."
And I replied with another eye roll, but added an "Fine." And we continued on toward the house, to the house and whatever crazy things Amber had planned for the party.
The next one is still going to be Alfie's POV, but it's what happened when Alfie and Mick saw Jerome and Mara kissing. Sorry, these two are going to be mostly humor and some drama. (Mick's true nature is revealed in the next one! O_O)
Sorry it's been so long... I've been really MIA lately, mainly because I was studying for my permit test (passed with a 92% :D) and I just needed a few days to relax. Plus, my computer wasn't working for an entire day... (it wouldn't turn on or off or do anything!)