Souls vs Blood 15

Souls vs Blood 15

The soul suckers weren't too happy with spotting a vampire in their territory, even though it was still in the human world. He was too near the portal. So was Rebecca. That's why the situation changed drastically so suddenly. The whole place had become tense and soul suckers were quickening their preparations. No matter what though, Harold was set on going out to meet Alice. There wasn't much trouble getting into the human world. Soul absorbing was still encouraged. Only thing was, you had to come back with souls or you wouldn't be allowed back in without facing some music. Harold hurried out of the portal. Hopefully, Rebecca had found out more about the glitter. The short notes sent by Mashup didn't have much information. Just as he was nearing the town area where the portal was located, a flustered little jar jumpily came up to him.
"Master Master! Do take this message marble!"
"Jar! Is it from Mrs Squavox?"
"Yes, yes! Oh siree! I was so afraid I wouldn't be able to catch up with you! With your very hurried steps! Oh my!"
"Haha sorry Jar. Thanks for the marble!" Harold smiles with apology.
"Sir sir!"
"Yes?"
The Jar made a big jump onto Harold's shoulder, then slid to his arm which quite naturally came up to let the Jar sit on it. The Jar approached Harold's ear. [Just in case you were wondering, the Jar doesn't have a mouth. sound comes out where water or whatever a jar holds is supposed to come out. Like, anywhere around the circumference would work. Or the whole circle, like a loudspeaker.]
"This one is a special marble sir. It has a lock on it!"
"A lock?" Harold was puzzled. Usually, there were two different ways of opening marbles. Many types, but opening them was similar. Either the low security ones that required soul, or the high security type that can only be opened in a marble opener owned by the receiver plus a bit of soul from that receiver. Harold had his own marble opener device from Mrs Squavox for his 5th birthday so he just assumed it could open this marble.
"Put it in a glass of water and place your mark on it! But you have to do this tomorrow, in the human world! Not today sir!"
"Oh... Ohkay... Thanks Jar!" Harold quizzically put the marble into his pocket and continued running to the portal after saying a quick good bye to the Jar who enthusiastically shook in farewell.
An eye on the marble opened. Mrs Squavox sat down in her comfy old sofa and swivelled about to look at a 180 degree view of Harold's surroundings. "Now lets see what Harold has to show us shall we Jar?"
Harold ran from the portal all the way to Alice's place, collecting bits of soul from people he passed and storing them into his soul bottle so he wouldn't need to go back empty handed. While guilt ridden, he finally reaches the door to Alice's house. It was in the afternoon and only Rebecca was home. The door opened.
"Welcome! Alice won't be back till a little later, but do come on in!"
"So... have you got any info?"
"Well... not much really. Except perhaps the other family line that also has the history of glitter..."
"What?"
"Well, the spell was cast twice somehow? I thought you mentioned the castor's life is taken when the spell is cast?"
"The creator of the spell had a friend who tested it before her. She greatly regretted causing her friends death. She was going to cast it on the one she loved, so she could be with him, but there was no point since she would die if she did, and she couldn't ask another wizard to give up his or her life for her romance. That's what I was told by Granny Squavox. You remember her?"
"That old hag?" Rebecca twinged in disgust.
Harold laughs, "yeah you remember"
At this point, Alice pops through the door and realises the laughter she had heard belonged to Harold. Rebecca noticed it, Alice was a little jealous.
"Hello Alice." Harold gives her a dazzling smile, truthfully grateful to see her after so long.
"Hello..." Alice forgets her envy and turns peach.
Harold looked as if he suddenly remembered something and reached into his back pocket.
"Here, for you." He said, dangling something glittering in front of himself. Alice started to approach him and he retracted his arm. "No, put out your palms" Alice stopped and did as she was told. "There." Harold threw it into her open palms.
"It's... it's pretty..." It was a little bottle sealed with a cork, a smooth silver string around the neck of the bottle was slung round it like a chain. Alice used two fingers to pinch the string and lifted it up, and the string unwound itself to the length of a necklace. In the bottle was a tear drop, not touching the sides of the bottle itself, sparkling like silver glitter. Alice looked up at Harold.
"Try looking through it."
Alice did exactly that, and what seemed to be inside the little tear drop was a family photo. One that included her and her parents, one that Rebecca had sent Harold. A tear fell from Alice's closed left eye. (Her right eye was open and looking through the teardrop) Rebecca took this as a cue and walked promptly into her room, ransacked a little to find an eye piece that allowed her to look through her closed door and spy at them...
"How did you..."
"Rebecca sent me a copy along with your letter the other time..."
Alice placed the necklace back in her hands and sat down on the sofa, just barely a meter from Harold. She looked down at it and Harold could see a real tear drop fall to her lap. He really wanted to reach out to stroke her hair or pat her shoulder but he stopped just before the boundary, that invisible sphere around Alice. Then Alice looked up at Harold all teary eyed and all, and with a smile, "Thanks a lot Harold. It's a really really nice gift ^_^" Then Harold gave in a little and patted her head real quick twice before making a long jump away from her. Alice was a little shocked at first, then her eyes found Harold again and she started laughing with her eyes wide in surprise. Her tears suddenly didn't look so sorrowful any more. Harold crouched guiltily at a corner of the living room. He could feel he had absorbed about a minute from her. But, it didn't feel bad. Well, how could it? It was a source of life! However, he couldn't shake off the thought that Alice could only be smiling because she didn't know what he had just did. "Hey, it's really quite fine!" Alice told Harold. Harold just looked away avoiding making contact with her eyes. "You, you don't know..." Harold sneaked a peek at Alice's face after that comment and she had a sort of pained expression so he was beginning to fluster and nonsense was coming out of his mouth... Alice just laughed again.

In Rebecca's bedroom, she was literally running on the spot but at the same height so as to keep a clear view and to stop herself from laughing out loud at the same time =D.

In front of the 180 degree view screen...
"AHAA,  AHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAH... ... AHAHAH AHHAAAAHAHAHA ... ... " Mrs Squavox was having a time of her life watching Harold's surroundings through his pocket. "Oh my Jar! It's been a while since I have been so entertained!" She said while panting a little.
"Yes mamm! Been a while since we've heard your... erm... this laughter ahaha!"
(really loud booming laughter that shook her jars, pots and tables etc.)
"Oh my... Rebecca Klar! Her reaction to my name! HAHH! This is truly as interesting as I expected! But, we have little time to waste. The war is coming, and I must help little Harold with his love interest! Let us set to work my cookery!"