Skulduggery Pleasant: Death's Dawn

"I grabbed the axe off of one of them, snapping it with a sharp crack, twisting around and driving it into the skull of another. These guys were easy to kill, but we were being overwhelmed. I was almost at Tihana's side again, when I felt the rock hit my head.

"Oh bollocks." Blood trickled down the side of my face, and then I passed out."


3. Chapter 2

Shadowwolf - Tihana

I tapped my foot. Honestly. Could Tyrian not even get here on time? He was always late. Always. No exceptions. Always, but never this late. What does everyone say about 'respecting your elders'? Yeah, I wouldn't call this respecting your elder. Leaving her standing out in the rain in the middle of a foreign country was definitely at the other end. I mean, I have nothing against the Irish, but sometimes you just wanted to sit down and have some tea with your fellow Englishman. You don't want to be stuck on a park bench beside the road in Dublin City, waiting. I mean, you look homeless, for god's sake!

I leaned back, cursing Tyrian in a hundred different ways. I hate the rain. Clouds are OK. Snow is OK. Sun is OK. But rain? No thanks. Sure, England was rainy, but not this rainy. This was just... over the top. How can the Irish stand this rain? I didn't even have anything to stand under. Nope, I was just being rained on. Just god damn rain. God damn water. Yeah, we've got the picture, god. Now stop raining on us. Please?

Or maybe give me something to do? I didn't have a child's book with me, let alone something to satisfy my reading expectations. I looked around, searching for shelter. Surely there's got to be something? Finally. A tree. It's not perfect, but it'll do. It's better than being rained on. Standing, I glare at the road again. No car. Nothing that Tyrian could take me with him in. No sanctuary car, nothing. I mean, you can't be late to something like this. Not when you're the two representatives from the English Sanctuary to the Irish. Just... no. But yeah, Tyrian was making is both late. I would understand him, but me? Nah. He shouldn't do that. I reach the cover of the tree. Too bad it's early spring. It barely had any leaves on it, just a few buds, but at least it kept me out of the most of it.

Stupid rain.


A car pulls up. A Bentley, by the looks. I could see Tyrian exiting. I storm up to him, fuming. How dare he leave me out there? By the looks of it, he's had company. Right. Did he decide he could just... pick up some friends on the way. I don't bother to look at the driver or passenger. I only have eyes and ears for Tyrian.

"How dare you! I know you're normally late, but an hour late? Tyrian? Really? You know I hate the rain-" I snarl at him. Literally. My words are like swords, jabbing into his side. To be perfectly honest, I don't care about what he feels.

"Excuse me." I whip around, searching for the new speaker. My eyes rest on a tall man, the one that, by the looks of it, had just climbed out from the driver's seat. I watch him carefully, suddenly completely alert. I scold myself for letting my anger lash out at Tyrian. I can't loose control. Not now. Not after so long. The man speaks with an Irish accent. I glance at Tyrian, and receive a nod. Good. The man has magic. At least Tyrian didn't get a mortal to help him. I tilt my head, instincts getting the better of me. He's wearing a suit- very well tailored, if I did say so myself. A hat is placed carefully on his head. He wears gloves, the top of which are hidden by the cuffs of his shirt. Now I look at him, he looks thin. Way too thin. My eyes narrow.

"Skulduggery Pleasant, I presume?" My tone is cold and harsh. I've heard of this man. Now whether he's heard of me, is a different matter. All I know is that I should be careful.

He nods to me, tapping his collarbone to reveal the skull beneath. A girl steps out from the passenger side, and comes beside the skeleton detective, ready to move into action as soon as she got wind of trouble. I almost laugh. It's so cute when they think they'll be able to react to me. "Indeed I am." He gestured to the dark-haired girl. "This is Valkyrie Cain, my partner."

I look towards her, curiosity sparking in my eyes. "Tihana Arlette." I say, without waiting for the question. "It's a pleasure to meet the pair I've heard so much about." I stick out my hand, which the skeleton takes and shakes. I can feel the bones beneath. Hunger grows inside me.

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