SOoO… This is my first sequel to anything and I got to say, sequels are harder to rite than originals. Well, please read it and so forth. I'm, also open to suggestions. U know, things you wanna see happen. Yes ive got a plot laid down, but nothing's set in stone.
Brooke's P.O.V.
Brooke stood there in her wedding dress, gazing through the mirror at the man with long black hair standing behind her.
She found it funny that most women on their wedding day, had there moms, or friends in the room before the ceremony. Her, she had a 1500 year old Heylin mastermind with her.
It was a very small room with only a dresser, a chair, and a mirror in it. The shape of the room was essentially square-like and was very boring.
"I'm sorry Chase. I've got too many people I care about," she said sadly, now averting her gaze from his.
"You're as stubborn as ever," Chase responded, his sight never faltering. "Very well. I have warned you and that's as far as my control over the situation reaches."
Brooke turned around so that she was now facing Chase directly and pulled down the veil which lay upon her head.
"The ceremony starts in ten minutes." She said and made her way past Chase towards the door to leave, but as she came side by side to him, he stuck out his arm and she crashed chest first into it.
"Chase, what're you-"
"Just as stubborn as ever." He interrupted her.
OOPS, IM SORRY, let me rewind here just a second.
Brooke Soyan was at work, sitting behind the clerk desk of the antique shop that she owned. It was in a building with two rooms, a front and a back. The front was typical of a shop. Front glass window and the rest of the walls were covered in shelves that held all sorts of trinkets.
It was actually just a bunch of junk she found in the family's storage collected over the two millenniums they had been about.
My family.
Brooke let out a groan of frustration as thoughts of her family flooded her mind.
It had been five years since her family crisis…and Chase. A lot had happened since then.
Ace, as well as the rest of the family who had been pulled into Hiranu's trap for Caliph and Brooke, apologized a million time and begged for forgiveness. Once it was granted, they resumed their normal lives as though nothing had happened. Ace continues to dislike Caliph.
Caliph was now head of the family, as planned, and he regrouped everyone in the clan to good ol' New York. He was in charge of the family business, which Brooke wanted nothing to do with at all. He was also married to a woman named Yukiko with a one year old son named Ryo. He had long since removed the mark that hindered her powers, but Brooke still hadn't used them often since then, though for an entirely irrelevant reason.
Hiranu had died just a little under a year ago, and Brooke was surprised he'd made it that long in such a frail state, but before he went, he got his revenge on Brooke for foiling his plans.
As his dying action, he had left a curse upon Brooke, and not just your everyday, run of the mill curse, it was serious.
"Hiranu," Brooke yelled at the dying man, "What did you do to me!"
Brooke's body was glowing the vibrant yellow that didn't seem that it was stopping any time soon. Hiranu had just sent her flying back into the wall of the tiny bedroom they were both located in. It hadn't even been two seconds since Brooke picked herself up.
That old, wrinkled face wore a smirk of malice as he stared up at Brooke from his head.
"A curse," he spoke weakly, "I've been saving up all my energy for months now. It's one I know is going to eat you up inside." He paused and his smile widened as Brooke's look of disgust deepened. "You have a year to decide. At the end of this year, you will die, unless you use your magic in any way, shape, size or form. However, if you do use your magic within the next 365 days, you become immortal. So you have a choice. You can die, or you can watch everyone you love die.
"DAMN YOU!" Brooke hissed at him, "You are truly an evil bastard! You think you can scare me with this decision? Think again."
Hiranu died right after that, leaving Brooke with one hell of a decision to make.
She was down to her last month. In thirty days, she would either die physically or spiritually.
Resting her elbows on the desk, and her head on her hand, she snapped out of her rather depressing thoughts and resumed her bored disposition.
She watched people passing by happily outside of the shop's windows, none of them sparing a glance. Most of her business came from either museum, or old rich people with weird taste in home decorating.
She only set up the shop to kill the daytime hours. Occasionally a customer would walk in and by a little something for their grandparents.
Lost in her thoughts once again, Brooke barely noticed when a rather tall man walked through the door, carrying a tiny bag in his hand.
Inwardly, Brooke smirked, but on the outside, she looked just as bored as ever.
The man had short, brown hair and grey eyes. Even through his business suit, his athletic build was evident.
"Can I help you, sir?" Brooke asked lazily as he made his way toward the front of the desk, randomly glancing at objects on the way.
"Yea," he said, suddenly turning towards the entrance to the area behind the desk. "I've got something I want to donate to the owner of this establishment."
Now swinging the little half door open, he was just two feet away from Brooke, who was a little alarmed at this point. Slowly, she began to back away.
"Sir, only staff is allowed behind he-"
She was cut off as he set the bag down on the counter and yanked her so that her body was pressed flat against his.
He smirked and peered down at her.
"Can you make just his one exception?" he asked raising an inquiring eyebrow at her.
Brooke didn't even have time to respond before the man's lips caught her own in one swift movement.
Caught off guard, it was a second before Brooke reacted by kissing him back. She slipped her arms around his neck and they stayed there like that for about a minute before breaking apart.
"No," Brooke responded shortly, "go away."
"Okay," he sighed, backing away and reaching for the bag.
"Hey!" Brooke snapped, "Leave that bag alone."
The guy quickly threw his hands in the air in surrender and kept backing up.
"Geez, no wonder you never get any customers,"
"Whatever," she breathed and reached for the bag once he was on the other side of the desk.
Reaching into it, she pulled out a tiny box not even as big as her palm.
Brooke looked up at him eagerly and he smiled in response.
Practically squealing, Brooke opened the box and saw shining up at her was a white gold 16 carat diamond ring.
"They're finally finished!" she squeaked at him.
He chucked and nodded as she pulled the ring out and turned it upside down.
Engraved on the inside of the ring band read:
I'll love you F.A.A.D. –Chris
"F.A.A.D.?" Brooke asked in a perplexed tone.
"Forever and a day." He responded, casually slipping the ring out of her palm and onto her ring finger.
Brooke gave h9im a quick kiss over the counter and then threw the empty bag at him.
"Get that trash out of my store." She said turning around to put the box away.
The guy, apparently named Chris, playfully scowled at the woman and snatched up the bag.
Chris Stonewell was the heir to his family's successful newspaper company in New Jersey. He and Brooke met while he was in town (NY) on a business trip and happened across her store. They had been dating for a little over a year now, just a little.
"Remind me why I'm marrying you again." He said folding the bag into a size small enough to slip into his pocket.
"Because you're never gonna do better than me." Brooke retorted with a smirk.
Meanwhile in Chase's Citadel
Chase Young was staring down at the pathetic excuse for a being three feet in front of him at the bottom of that ginormous staircase of his.
"Be gone Wuya," Chase spat mercilessly at the 1500 year old Heylin witch in front of him. "Never show your face here again."
"Wait Chase!" she pleaded in her raspy voice, "I can tell you something of Brooke!"
Chase suddenly froze.
"You've got some nerve saying that name in my presence!"
It had been nearly five years since he'd heard that name and all the emotions he'd sought to rid himself of came flooding back just at the sound of her name.
"I promise, let me stay and I'll tell you a very valuable piece of information."
"You are in no position to compromise," Chase said icily, "Speak at once."
Flames encircled both of them as Chase closed his sentence.
"SHE'S DYING!" Wuya exclaimed in fear, "ONE MONTH, SHE'S GOING TO DIE IN ONE MONTH!"
The flames suddenly subsided and Chase had to do his best to keep his calm. This woman had an uncanny knack for frustrating him beyond belief.
"Get out," he hissed dangerously and she immediately scrambled to her feet and exited through the giant door.
Chase was still trying to subdue his anger and process that information.
He suddenly wished he hadn't acted so rashly. He needed to know more. How? Why? Chase slammed his fist in to the ground and soon followed in Wuya's direction.
Hmm…Let me know what you guys think. I have a serious urge to discontinue this and work on something else, especially if you don't like the way things are going. Well, please Review. Toodles!