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| Unnamed; Book 1 in The Thrill of the Hunt trilogy | |
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| Atrus Valentein | Jul 31 2009, 05:59 AM Post #1 |
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Author Note: The first part of this saga is meant to Confuse the hell out of you... You will not have any idea who anyone is in this first book, but it's necessary to get to know the characters a bit. Enjoy. For those of you expecting to play along with this fanfic, I'm sorry to let you down, but A) I won't have time to come up with a playalong game. It's not a Whodunnit fic... It's more Drama.C) Some of you may have seen my first (Abandoned) Version of this story on VHFF, however this is being revamped, and eventually it will be new, and not like what you'd seen there. D) I really do prefer writing scripts (And am far better at them), but that wouldn't work for this fic, so please bear with me... I actually haven't written in the traditional way we do for a long while... So I may be rusty. E) The first few chapters were written almost 2 years ago. F) Enjoy Book 1. |
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| Atrus Valentein | Jul 31 2009, 06:07 AM Post #2 |
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A/N: This Chapter is Dedicated to Damien/Raven because she wanted me to start a new story... I put this chapter up to whet her appetetite, Just so you know, the next chapter may not come for a long while because I had planned to take a break and focus on VH!Proper for a while (Since the sorting is so soon, and I have an ickle) With that said, don't read this chapter if you don't wanna wait) Chapter 1: Him and Her A small pop emanated from a dark alley lit only by the far off glow of an orange inner city street lamp as a tall red headed man appeared. He clicked his tongue a few times, since he couldn't whistle. “So... It’s safe than?” asked a woman, short in stature, who popped her reddish brown colored hair out from behind a dumpster where she had been hiding eating scraps that the nearby restaurant had thrown away. Both the man and woman were abnormally thin, and abnormally dirty, aside from those two facts there was a third odd thing about them. They were both wearing tattered black robes. “Yea it’s safe, for now anyway. Where are–” The man stopped abruptly, suddenly a group of shadows walked past the street lamp. One of the men in the crowd called in an Irish accent, “Get ‘Em.” “Run!” The Red headed man said to the woman, “meet me in the wilderness near where we spent our summers.” Immediately after he’d said this she nodded and both ran down separate forks in a road popped away in the same manner as they'd came. “Damn!” One of the men in the crowd that had been chasing them said, “We almost had them.” The crowd dejectedly scattered, but they were motivated now by the thrill of the hunt, and they knew that next time they saw some of 'The Other Half' that they would try much harder. While the crowd was dispersing somewhere far away it was near sunrise in a forest. All is silent for a moment than man and woman appear with a small pop. “I don’t think anyone will find us here.” The man said, “My God how I’ve missed you.” He said hugging the woman. “I’m glad you’re safe... But where are your traveling mates?” A tear spilled down the woman’s face, “They-“ She sobbed, “They’re gone.” She hugged the man in return. |
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| Atrus Valentein | Jul 31 2009, 07:18 AM Post #3 |
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This Chapter is dedicated to the reviewers... I don't know when I'll update again, but tonite was a preview night, depending on how much of a fanbase this story gets maybe I'll continue straight away... I dunno though, it all depends on fanbase. Chapter 2: Past Pretenses “Dear Merlin” the short woman said, “She looks positively gorgeous.” The woman was considerably cleaner, and in flowing purple robes with her hair done miraculously. “Gee thanks dear,” The man, who was now in a tuxedo said sarcastically, “If it weren’t bad luck for me to see her before the wedding I’d be with her now... No need to rub in that you’re her Maid of Honor, and can, therefore, see us both.” She laughed, “I was just trying to lighten the mood.” She said, “You’re far too nervous.” “Thanks... But your ‘Lightening the Mood’” Which he said in air quotes, “Is doing nothing to help me... Or my bride to be either I’m sure.” “Now... Run along, I saw your friends come in a while back, go greet them, and tell them I said thanks for coming.” He told her, she smiled at him, and went away, he smiled, glad that she was out of his hair. Sometime at an unspecified moment in the future the man snapped out of his daydream, so that he could console his wife's maid of honor. The woman was crying on his shoulder, “Do you think this hell will ever be over?” “I don’t know... I’m really sorry about you’re friends, I’ll miss them too you know.” he told her, bringing her in closer into an embrace. “I wish my momma could be here to help us, why did they have to take her... She wasn’t even magical!” The woman said, now crying even harder into the man’s chest. “The muggles will do anything for money... It will be their own undoing one day.” The man told her, and the two sat in peaceful silence with no fear of being discovered for the first time in months. |
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| Atrus Valentein | Aug 1 2009, 07:15 AM Post #4 |
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A/N This Chapter is Dedicated to Dante because he's pretty much pwnsome... And he's on to be able to read this...
Chapter 3: An Unexpected Visit The tall man with short messy red hair, and unkempt facial hair sat on a tree stump in the woods next to his companion, they both sighed, “How did we get here?” the woman asked. The man shrugged, “It all started when theyfound out about us. The newly elected minister had way too much trust in the muggles. At first the two cultures peacefully coexisted, and then the muggles decided to try and exploit our magic, and they began to hunt us down. You and I joined the group that was trying to get the ministry to do mass memory charms world wide, we were dubbed as resistance, and as antimuggle zealots. Of course I’m talking about you and the friends you got to join up, and me and the friends I got to join in The Wood’s Resistance... By the way, where are they... I thought for sure your group would still be together, especially you and–“ He cut her off by putting a finger to his lips and pointing. A twig cracked, the two ducked behind a forest of thick oak trees, when an elderly man came down the weathered path brandishing his wand. He said in a gruff intimidating voice, “Who’s there, show yourself!” The man behind the Oak tree gasped audibly, which caused the older man spun around looked for the source of the noise, once satisfied that it was not a noise to cause alarm he turned away and quickly scampered back down the path to where he came from, afraid to be outside too long. “So... Where are they?” The woman said once he was gone. “We must have set off their anti intruder spells... It makes me feel so weird that I’m so close to the place I was able to call home for all those summers in school, and that I can’t see my caregivers, you know what I mean?” The man asked. “Quit changing the subject.” She said, crossing her arms. “They... Well you know... We parted ways along our journey.” “Well... Gee.” She said, “I’m really sorry.” “Don’t worry, I’ll be reunited with them someday. It’s getting dark, we should be going to bed.” He said, then tapped his stick on the woman’s head and his own, and they faded away, then lay on the ground and went to bed, sleeping for the first time in a long time. |
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| Atrus Valentein | Aug 2 2009, 06:57 AM Post #5 |
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A/N: I'm not french, and I don't claim to be, I'm certain that the locations in this chapter are no where near each other... But pretend they are. Incidently, from here on out I will be jumping from location to location, and showing the perspective of different (but relavent) Characters involved with this story, mostly members of 'The Resistance' however there may be others... And this chapter is Dedicated to a girl from my high school Rachel, who was originally my beta when I attempted to write this for the first time. Chapter 4: The City of Love A thin woman of an average height with dirty unkempt brown hair who was dressed in tattered purple cloths woke up one evening in a park with a start. She had been having the most wonderful dream. It had been back at her wedding day, it was the moment of her husband’s vows, which he had written himself. “I knew from my fifth year,” The man said to her, “That you were the one just for me. I love you and adore you. I promise that I will stick with you no matter what happens, in sickness, health, pain, suffering, sadness, happiness, and every other time in between. No matter what I will be there for you.” He finished, and she looked over to her maid-of-honor, noticing how choked up she was, she smiled, tearing up as well, it certainly had been eloquent. “You may kiss the bride.” The minister said, and they did, and then she woke up. A tear was now falling down her face, “Where are you now? You promised to always be there for me...” She smiled sadly, then looked down to her ring finger, than looked around certain no one would be in the park this time of night. She was clearly satisfied that no one was around so she tapped the ring on her finger with a stick which she had hidden in her boot, her ring was sparkling again, she smiled, but it was an empty smile, it was about as meaningless as the ring on her finger was now that her husband was Merlin knew where... If even alive. Just after she tapped her finger a woman, who clearly had been in wait for someone like herself jumped up from the bushes and yelled, “Sorcičre” The woman in purple cursed, and ran. All the while the other woman kept yelling, “Sorcičre” and giving chase. Unfortunatly a mob was rapidly growing, and joining in the hunt. The woman ran, she was approaching the Eiffel tower, however that was not her destination at the moment. She decided to try something else, and search for a sanctuary much like she’d seen in a movie growing up. Eventually she reached her destination, and threw open the doors of the Ancient Cathedral at Notre Dame and called out as loud as she could, “Sanctuary! Sanctuary!” She sat in a pew near the front of the church, breathless, she began thinking about her husband, and how little time they’d had before all this had began. Just than a nun came in, from the same entrance she’d just entered from, and pointed at her with a scowl. Speaking in English, with a heavy french accent the nun walked up to the witch, and said, “Go. Out you fowl demon, return to the pits of hell from whence you came, you shall get no sanctuary here! Sorcičre!” The nun called, out the open window. The witch sighed, and ran up the bell tower, sure that she wasn’t being followed she disappeared, it was commonly known among members of the resistance that the muggles hadn’t caught onto apparating yet, and that was one thing that was best kept as a secret. Someplace Safe... She thought as she apparated, hoping that it would work, even though she wasn’t being specific. For the first time in a long time it seemed as though fortune had smiled upon the young witch, and she disappeared, to the safest place she knew... And the last place she would possibly think of. |
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| Atrus Valentein | Aug 2 2009, 07:16 AM Post #6 |
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Chapter 5: The Longest Drop Meanwhile, halfway across the world a man was sitting atop the Statue of Liberty’s crown, he was out of breath, and he had clearly not slept for a very long time. It appeared as though he had been recently crying. “What should I do now?” He said to no one, however he seemed to be expecting an answer. “The only woman I ever loves is... Lord knows where... I should just end it now...” He closed his eyes and pushed himself off the crown towards the water below. |
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| Atrus Valentein | Aug 4 2009, 05:45 AM Post #7 |
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A/N The first time I wrote this story I didn't like this chapter, and nothing has changed, but it is imperative to the story, this chapter is dedicated to anyone who is a fan of the valenteins, I want to apologize to you in advance... Chapter 6: The Spanish Explanation Spain: a few days later, a man awoke in a bed, he got dressed in soft, flowing black robes, went down a winding staircase and sat down silently and stared at the girl across from him and the older couple on the other sides of the table. What he was about to do could have drastic repercussions, not just for him, but others in the same situation he was. “I know I’m not related to you by blood,” He said to the girl, “ And I know that I’m not even technically related to you two, but I want to thank you for your hospitality, it has been a great honor and privilege to stay here. To express my gratitude I want you to have this.” He said, pulling a stick out of his pocket and setting it down on the table. The three gasped, the girl than said, “You want us to take your wand?” “But why?” The old man asked him. “You won’t be able to defend yourself dear, and in this day and age that’s imperative.” The old woman reminded him. “I’m not going to need it where I am going.” He said, then took a deep breath, “I’ve decided... To marry one of the muggles, they aren’t all bad... But perhaps when all of this blows over I’ll come back.” He told them. They all looked as if he had just stabbed them in the heart, “Leave.” The old man said, “Leave now, and don’t bother to come back.” He illustrated his point by snapping the man’s wand. |
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It's not a Whodunnit fic... It's more Drama.




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