AN: This is like my other fic 'The House of Eragon'. Be warned, the characters are random and out of character. Anyway, it's just a bit of fun 'cause my other two GoT fics are a little serious, which is very strange seeing as I'm a really random person.
This is set after Mr Carter was imprisoned in the Demon pit but before the fall of the citadel, so Rochelle and the immortals are in it. I have added a very me-like Character but she doesn't have my name or look like me. But yeah… Enjoy…
Kyla
I'm not even in the room yet and I'm already in hysterics. Through the doorway, I can see that Marduke has set the oven on fire and is screaming for Lathenia. Dillon is trying to stamp it out but unfortunately for Dillon, stamping fires out only works if you're doing it on material, and definitely not when you're kicking the door of a burning oven. He breaks through the door with his foot, enabling the flames to lick his ankles. He screams as his trouser leg catches fire.
"Kyla!" He shrieks, running around the kitchen, setting other stuff on fire, including the table and Marduke. "A little help would be nice! Please."
That's me, I'm Kyla. I'm eighteen and I'm new to the Named. I'm the replacement for Marcus Carter. Boy, am I glad he's dead. The homework he gave me, and the hours of historical boredom. I mean, if you want people to like learning stuff you teach it well. So did Carter like history or not? That's the main question.
But anyway, I live in huge house with Ethan, Rochelle, Arkarian, Isabel, Matt, Neriah, Marduke, Lathenia, Lorian, Oh and Lady Arabella pops in sometimes to check that her soul mate hasn't gone completely insane yet and to see if he and his sister have made peace yet.
Lathenia comes down the stairs, yawning. She screams when sees the fire. "LORIAN! FIRE!"
"Again?" Is the sleepy reply as the leader of the Guard ambles down the stairs. Lorian points a finger at the room to quench the fire.
Marduke goes back to the oven and removes the black thing that was once something edible from the oven. "ALL RIGHT, WHO WANTS OMELETTES?" He calls up the stairs.
He gets no reply. None of Marduke's food is edible. It's always ruined in some way, even if he gets a takeaway he wrecks it somehow.
Lathenia rushes forwards, pulling Dillon, who's moaning on the floor with the pain of being burned, into a tight embrace. "Mine." She croons softly into his ear, glaring at her elder brother. "All mine."
I back away, very slowly. My plan to escape with no-one noticing fails miserably though, when I back into Arkarian by accident.
"Oh, sorry Arkarian." I apologise, but my apology is ignored as Arkarian too is glaring at Lorian.
"What is this? Glare at Lorian day?" Lorian jokes, trying to lighten the mood.
"Ooh! Glare at Lorian day!" I exclaim, joining in the glaring.
I shall glare at the immortal all day, until I get distracted or just plain forget. Glaring is good. Glaring is random. Glaring exists. Actually, why does glaring exist? Sure it lets people know you don't like something they've done, but why not just tell them. Seriously though, Why do they exist?
Drat! I got distracted again. I'm now sitting in the doorway, and I'm sure I was probably frowning, as Ethan is giving me a very funny look from the stairs.
I grin evilly. "You look hungry, Ethan. Do you want an Omelette?" With that, I leave the room to watch Big Brother. They think they live in a mad house. They should try living here!
A while later, Ethan comes in looking rather green. "I hate you." He says. "I'm gonna kill you for this!"
He then bolts out of the room. "Yeah," I yell at his disappearing back, "When you eventually get out of the loo, you might!"
I return to the kitchen to steal some chocolate from the fridge. I'm shocked to find Lathenia, Lorian and Dillon still in there. Isabel is rolling on the floor laughing. Lathenia still holds in her arms tightly and Lorian is trying to coax her into letting him go.
"Lathenia, Dillon is his own person. He does not belong to you. You have to let him go." He reasons.
"Mine." Lathenia threatens, giving Lorian such extreme Evils that, had he not been used to them, he might've melted under the pressure.
Lorian tries a new tactic. "Look Lathenia, Fire!"
Lathenia screams, jumping into the air and leaving Dillon behind. Dillon runs into the lounge yelling: "I'M FREE! I'M FREE! WOO HOO!"
AN: I shall make it funnier next chapter. It shall have Dillon and Kyla doing Karaoke and Arkarian being moody. Oh, and more of Marduke's lovely (Ahem) cooking.
Please review and tell me what you think. Also, tell me if there's a GoT character you want to be in house who isn't, and I'll either add them permanently or give them a guest appearance.
:-p Chuub to you all!