Phantom Cruise- Chapter 2

I thought I should clarify a few things before I begin this chapter. If you already know all the characters/have read the books/seen the shows or movies then feel free to skip this little mini history lesson, but if there are things you're not familiar with, I wanted to be able to keep you in the loop as much as possible without making you have to read an entire book just to keep up on one character. Everyone I've talked to/gotten messages from seems to be familiar with the Twilight characters so in the interest of saving time, I'm skipping over those and Harry Potter because, seriously- who doesn't know Harry Potter by now? Also, read at your own risk because this is probably going to be chock full of spoilers. You have been warned.

The True Blood Characters are as follows:

Sookie Stackhouse

Bill Compton

Eric Northman

Pam Whateverthehellherlastnameis

Sookie is a telepath who has recently discovered she has fairy blood. Her current lover is vampire Bill Compton, but they've had an entire saga's worth of relationship issues that would take too long to explain here and she's sort of involved with Eric Northman (or rather he wishes she was) who is essentially Bill's totally badass and amazingly hot 1,000 year old viking vampire boss. They've shared blood which means they're bonded meaning both Eric and Bill know what she's feeling, where she is and if she's in trouble at all times. Pam is Eric's progeny (meaning he created her) and she's only in the story solely for entrainment value. She has serious lesbian tendencies and is apathetic about almost everything. I heart Pam :) These vamps are more traditional- they can't come out during the day, they're scarier than Twilight vamps, ect. They can feed on people, but because of a synthetic blood (called True Blood) that's been created, it's no longer necessary. Oh and "Fangbangers" are humans who like to have sex with vampires and volunteer to be bitten by them.

All that^^^ is owned by Charlaine Harris (And the writers of True Blood) because if I owned it, I would certainly know it and I'd be rich and married to Alexander Skarsguard (who plays Eric on the show), thank you very much.

The Vampire Diaries Characters are as follows:

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Damon & Stefan Salvatore are daywalking vampires only because they have special rings that were bewitched by their creator's (Katherine- she may appear later) magically inclined hand-maiden in the 1800's. Damon & Stefan were both in love with Katherine, but she played them both in ways that are too complex to explain in a paragraph. Elena looks exactly like Katherine (apparently they are very distantly related) and Elena falls in love with Stefan, the good brother. Think of him somewhat like Edward Cullen. He's brooding, tortured, incredibly handsome and ridiculously sweet and only survives on the blood of animals. The badass brother, Damon (who I looooooove) also harbors feelings for Elena (of course. What would a vampire story be without a good love triangle?) but feeds on humans and delights in his more sinful nature. But don't be turned off by that very brief and inadequate description- The only thing he ever wanted was to have Katherine back so all the bad things he's done were-in his mind- in the name of love.

^Owned by L.J. Smith, the author and the writers of the show^

In the future, if I feel something needs to be explained, I'll mark it with a * and explain at the end of the chapter. If you read this entirely-too-long-bit-of-babbling…Bless you :) 

You can always comment with questions if you like.

xxx

Chapter 2


~Harry Potter~
"Why is that old, slightly unbalanced looking bloke staring at me?" I covertly whisper to both Hermione and Ron. Ron is too busy ogling what I'm guessing are sirens to even notice that I've spoken and Hermione, even as she fumes in Ron's direction is - as always - completely aware of the situation and tries to give me a logical and intelligent response.
"Either he recognizes you or he's hungry because I'm fairly certain that's a vampire."
"Vampire?" I choke.
Hermione looks at me like I'm touched in the head. "Honestly, Harry! We're wizards. You didn't possibly think that wizards and magic can exist, but not vampires?"
Hermione. She has an uncanny ability to make me feel like the dumbest person in a room and that's saying something considering I'm sitting right next to Ron who's currently drooling in ribbons over an empty plate in regard to a woman standing ten feet away wearing what looks to me to be a tablecloth and some rope. "I don't know, Hermione. I've never really thought about it before," I admit. Feeling a bit indignant I can't help but add, "maybe I was so caught up in the fact that the world's most vile and evil wizard is out to kill me the same way he killed my parents. That's bound to cloud any thoughts about whether or not vampires exist, don't you think?"

Hermione looks hurt only for a few seconds before she pulls her expression into one of contrition and whispers a hurried, "I'm sorry" as another one of those weird leprechaun guys comes forth holding a glass of water and a spoon. Really, they're not as ugly as goblins, but surely they're in the same family? Cousins, maybe, considering the height. I think goblins are quite possibly the product of in-breeding.

The leprechaun-goblin-cousin climbs onto a raised platform in the middle of the room to garner everyone's attention by tapping the spoon against the glass. Apparently, they don't only do that at weddings. "Attention. Attention please." The little green, bearded man looks as if he's getting ready to say something exceedingly important and waits until a complete silence has fallen upon the room and he holds everyone's rapt attention. Then, he spreads his stumpy little hands out in a grand gesture and quietly, but imperiously says, "dinner is served." Naturally, that's what he'd say, right?

Immediately, more little green men come out of every entrance in the room carrying silver trays laden with every type of edible - and some not so edible - product you can imagine. As if by magic, they glided the trays to exactly the right person or creature. Vampires got blood, humans got food and I even saw a minotuar being brought some kind of live and incredibly large wild animal. Those goblin-leprechaun crossbreeds are pretty strong. Maybe I'll call them "Goblichauns" from now on. I rather like that, Goblichauns.

I notice the blonde girl sitting by the vampire that was staring at me earlier eyeing the minotaur with utter disgust and possibly a hint of fear in her eyes before a tray of battered and fried foods is placed gently in front of her. She says "thank you" to the Goblichaun and I distinctly hear an American southern accent in her voice. I should have known- there's enough grease on that plate to power a hybrid car.

Hermione, Ron and I are served all kinds of things like Bubble and Steak, Toad-in-the-Hole and even good old fish and chips. It's a marvelous dinner and I think by the end of it each of us must have eaten a week's worth of food. Throughout the dinner, most mouths are too busy chewing and/or swallowing to do too much conversational hurtling, but after the meals are mostly finished, people begin introducing themselves and conversation commences loudly and enthusiastically while a flood of goblichauns swiftly and silently remove the empty plates.

The unbalanced vampire introduces himself to me as 'Bill' and I immediately find this amusing because - seriously- Bill? Vampire Bill? My brain to mouth filter isn't functioning so I say as much and it surprises me a little when he doesn't try to fang me. He simply says, "I get that all the time" in a very formal southern accent. After talking with him for a time, I find he does know who I am surprisingly and - also surprising - he's quite nice while the big blonde vampire he's with, I find rather intimidating and frightening.

Hermione clearly doesn't share this opinion as she sat through most of her dessert staring at him and sighing whenever he looked in her direction. I'm sure he heard her and much enjoyed the attention because he kept winking and smiling at her. I wanted to point out that no matter how young he looks, he's old enough to be her great-great-great-several-times-over grandfather, but getting scolded and possibly slapped in the back of the head didn't seem an appealing end to my evening so I kept my mouth shut.

What I did find interesting if not outright entertaining - when I finally noticed it, that is - was the pretty blonde with Bill and the bloke with the golden eyes constantly glancing at each other during dinner and then, afterwards, openly gawking at one another. At first, I thought I could sense some kind of definite drama unfolding and in that case, I would have had to retire from dinner early, but as it turns out, they're both telepaths. They were silently exchanging their life stories while their partners sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence, obviously worried what the content of their significant others' conversation entailed. Insecure much?
Eventually, the girl whose name I learned was Bella, moved over closer to Vampire Bill so that golden-eyes and blondie could "chat" without having to lean over anyone else. They got to talking in no time and swapped horror stories with words in them I couldn't even begin to understand. I caught some things like "maenad", "fairy blood", "werewolf" and something called a "volturi", but even Vampire Bill didn't know what that was. I heard Bella explain that a Volturi was apparently a group of nearly royal vampires that kept everyone else in check and she was audibly surprised that Vampire Bill didn't know anything about them. He educated her on vampire kings and queens and sheriffs. Who knew vampires walked around with boots, cowboy hats and badges?

Admittedly, I didn't hear much of that conversation because I couldn't stop staring at the blonde beauty that was sitting by some big burly vampire. He called her Rose, which seemed appropriate since she was so beautiful and no, I don't care how gay that sounds.
Did I mention that there are way too many vampires at this table? All the other tables were full of fairies, sirens, minotaurs, leprechauns, nymphs, talking animals and other such creatures, but we had to get stuck at a table with the undead.  Bloody Super.

I didn't have time to worry about it much, however, because that's when the music started and everyone started pairing off to dance or "take a walk". Hermione even managed to pry Ron away from his food- yes, he was still eating- to dance with her. She was especially careful not to take him too close to any sirens.
I was left alone at the table with some dark haired guy, the blonde girl and the vamp with the weird eyes who were still "talking"- which, by the way, is really awkward to witness because they kept laughing for no apparent reason and their body language was the same as if they'd been talking aloud. I sat there for what seemed an immeasurable amount of time feeling like a complete arse and saying absolutely nothing before some big Indian guy came in very late dressed in only a pair of cut off shorts. I automatically take notice of my thin and gangly physique in comparison with Mr. Abs. Once again, I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm feeling completely inadequate and I briefly consider lifting weights.

Abs walked right up to our table not wasting any time and demanding information. It was the first time I'd seen weird eyes make a move to acknowledge someone else since he and blondie started having their little party for the telepathically inclined.

"Bloodsucker," Mr. My Abs Are Better Than Yours So I have To Flaunt Them By Walking Half-Naked Everywhere I Go said in the way of a greeting.

"Dog," replied the bloodsucker. "What are you doing here?"

"Making sure you don't kill Bella. Where is she, by the way- while you're sitting here making eyes at some blonde?" No one missed the accusation in the larger boy's tone or the ridged posture that the vampire assumed at the mention of him killing Bella.

Suddenly I found myself thinking that a fight sure would make this whole thing a lot more interesting.

"This is Sookie. She's a telepath and Bella is with Bill Compton."

"And just who the hell is Bill Compton?" the other boy demands to know.

Bella's boyfriend just smiles smugly and says, "another vampire."

"Sonofamothercocksucker-!" the big guy exclaims as he goes running off, presumably to find Bella. On his way out the door I distinctly hear him muttering something about "-doesn't trust me with her, but he'll send her off with a bloodsucking leech."

"Edward, it was real nice talkin' with you tonight, but I reckon you better go find your girlfriend," Sookie says out loud, probably for the benefit of those of us still at the table who've been out of the loop for so long.
"She's fine. They're out on the deck, but I guess I'd better go mediate so your boyfriend doesn't kill Jacob. Although, my feelings wouldn't be hurt if he did."

From the look on his face I can almost see Edward picturing Jacob's throat being ripped out. I don't miss it when his eyes flicker to mine for a nano-second and the almost imperceptible curving up of his lips, as if to confirm my thoughts.

"It was wonderful meeting you, Sookie." Edward stands and makes a slight bow in her direction.
"Send Bill back for me, would ya?" she says brightly.

"Certainly." He nods his head slightly in my direction and then at the dark-haired one. "Harry. Wish we would have had more time to talk. Next time, hopefully. Damon." And just like that he's gone.

"Goddammit!" Damon exclaims for no reason that I can see.
Both Sookie and I, startled, turn our heads in his direction.

"That bastard. Did you see that?" He points in the direction Edward just left in. Sookie and I glance at each other and nod our heads infinitesimally. I'm still wondering what this guy's problem is while Sookie has a slight smile on her face. Why is it that I'm surrounded by all these people with incredible extra abilities and all I get is a bloody wooden stick?

"He can run. That smooth-talking, pretentious bastard of a vampire can fucking run."

"FAST!" he adds incredulously, as if we're not intelligent enough to have caught that on our own. "Faster than me. The telepathic,  glittery fucking vampire runs faster than me and I'm older by at least fifty years!"
He lost me on the glittery part. What in the bloody hell is that all about? He sits and fumes for a few moments while Sookie explains what Damon meant, but I can tell she's distracted by something she's heard that I haven't quite caught on to yet.

"What do you mean he horns in on your girl? I am not yours by any stretch of the imagination and Edward didn't 'horn' in on anything. He's madly in love with Bella and I'm with Bill. We just happen to share a particularly difficult set of circumstances, which has nothing whatsoever to do with you!"
I'm definitely missing something here.

"Difficult circumstances? Oh I see, because it must be so hard to know what everyone around you is thinking," Damon responds cynically.

"Don't you even pretend you know anything about what it's like to have everyone's darkest secrets come barreling at you for no reason at all. You don't have a clue what it's like inside my head!"
"Or your dress, unfortunately," Damon responds coolly, crinkling his eyes at the corners a bit and curving his mouth up in a two-millisecond long smile.

Sookie leans effortlessly over the wide table and slaps Damon so hard that it seems to reverberate through the room. For one small second, I see the inside of her hand light up as if she just hit him with an electric bolt. Brilliant. He recoils from the slap so quickly and violently that his chair flies backward and he almost lands on the ground.
Almost.

The bloody bastard manages to catch himself and he even manages to grab the chair before it clatters to the ground. He sits the chair back upright and looks at Sookie with shock and excitement in his eyes, obviously not the least bit bothered by the fact that she just electrocuted him. Not giving him time to respond, Sookie speeds off in that dramatic way that women tend to be partial to.

By the time I look back at Damon, he's straightened his clothes and looks just as calm and casual as ever. Ron and Hermione return just as Damon is leaving and on his way by he claps my back - gently for him, but hard enough to almost push me out of my chair.

"You know" he trails off making his this-just-occured-to-me-and-I-have-to-tell-now-even-though-I-haven't-thought-it-all-the-way-through-yet face. "You could be one badass vampire wizard. Imagine how easy Voldemort would be to take down if he can't use the killing curse on you because you're already dead."
I'm not sure if this is supposed to be a compliment or a death threat. He winks and gives me that two-second smile before doing this flirty eye thing in Hermione's direction. I'd never seen Hermione forget how to breathe until that moment and Ron looked like he might have been a bit constipated. I was just jealous. If I could do that, I wouldn't need to be 'the chosen one' to get a date.

Just as my friends and I are about to leave, we hear a series of boisterous crashing noises, followed by a deep howling, some snarling and then two creatures bursting through the wall into the dining area. One looks to be a reddish-brown wolf and the other is moving in a blur of motion so fast that I can't tell who he is. In the background, I'm hardly aware of the fact that there's possibly more than one high-pitched female scream emanating from the direction of the broken wall. Everyone who was dancing or had taken a walk out to the deck is magically there to see the show. Damon is back standing next to another pretty brunette girl who's clinging to what must be another vampire. I'm sure that it isn't Bella because I can see her standing in the new entrance that's just been ripped out of the wall. I assume the vampire fighting the wolf must be Vampire Bill because I can see Edward now, carrying Bella off to what he probably thinks is a safer place. A second later, he's back and he jumps in the fight with the wolf and Vampire Bill. I can make nothing of his form out because he's moving so fast that he isn't even making a blur. It's like he's not even there at all. I peek over at Damon just in time to see him rolling his eyes. My attention is called back to the fight by something white flying towards me. Threat of decapitation is imminent. As it zooms passed my head, I'm aware that it's an arm. Hermione screams, grabs hold of Ron - who even in the mist of all this calamity still manages to look smug about that fact - and then looks at me as if begging me to do something.

Oh yeah, I forgot. Harry Potter here. Chosen One. Great wizard, blah, blah, blah - all that rubbish.  Bloody hell, I think in irritation as I raise my wand and shout "impedimenta!"

The ball of action freezes with the wolf half rolling over, his upper back closest to the table they were half a second from crashing into, but still not touching it. His bushy tail is curved upwards in the air and his hind legs outstretched in a kicking position. Directly above his clawed feet is Vampire Bill who has his fangs bared and one hand clasping around the enormous wolf's muzzle. I notice he's missing his other arm. Both are scratched up and bloody with huge gashes on nearly every surface of their bodies. Edward is positioned on his back, hovering in the air directly between the two. The only part of his appearance that is the slightest bit out of place is his hair and his clothes that were each clearly blowing from the speed at which he was traveling. *There are a few spots of blood on his white shirt, but somehow, I'm sure it's not his own. There's not a single other mark on his body and it's obvious he's been running interference between the two creatures, trying to keep them away from one another. One hand is outstretched towards Bill while the other is going for the wolf's throat. I imagine more of Bill's body parts might have been separated from him had Edward not been jumping in between, slowing and confusing them both. Everyone is completely still and silent, staring intently back and forth between me and the scene before them. I'm entranced as well, but I'm also the first to come to my senses.

"Well, alright then. Show's over. Let's get this mess cleaned up."
And just like that, the room is a frenzy of motion.

*"There are a few spots of blood on his shirt…not his own". Twilight fans are probably aware of this, but Stephenie Meyers' vampires don't bleed since they're pretty much made out of solid stone. If Edward was hurt (and he wasn't) it would be more like cracking a brick than slicing skin.
So….review? Let me know what you think :D And possibly what you think might have happened to make the fight take place or anything you might be curious to know more about. Hopefully I can update again over the weekend. We shall see :P
Thanks for reading! xxx