A/N i'm not too fond of the 'new' quizilla, but since i can't no anything about it...so at long last here's part 7...i'll try to post more often and clean up the other chapters...thanks for reading rate and message please.
Chapter 7
Miles, My (Not Dead) Brother
"We're lost." Dilyn chuckled from behind me. My pride wouldn't let me acknowledge him. I was leading the two around the rural out lands of the city hoping to come across the mysterious tunnel entrance. "Naomi," He said again, "Are we lost?" His words were drawn out and each carefully pronounced as if talking to someone from a foreign country that was just learning English. I bristled with anger but still ignored him, a feat that was becoming increasingly harder. "We are lost, aren't we?" He sighed when I didn't answer.
"No!" I snapped spinning to face him red faced with embarrassment and anger. "I know exactly where we are."
"Where?" He smirked crossing his arms over his chest.
His smug attitude only increased by frustration. "Here!" I stomped my foot. Admittedly I was in fact lost beyond all direction.
We'd taken only a few days rest in the cathedral. During that time Dilyn had emptied the backpack and taken it to do some…shopping, five-finger-discount style. I didn't agree with thievery…but we needed to eat and it's not like any of us had any cash.
What really got me angry was when he came back wearing new clothes Well they weren't actually new, he'd picked through a bag near an overflowing charity donation bin. I don't know what's worse stealing form a store or charity. I'd grudgingly accepted his gift of clothing when he dumped a pile of said charity steals in front of me. Anything was better then those colorless hospital uniforms. We'd each even gotten a pair of shoes that were just a few sizes too big of fitting. Beggars couldn't be choosers.
I now sported a pair of worn boy's blue jeans, (non of the girls stuff fit, but it wasn't like you could tell, whoever owned these before was some stick man or something.), a black shirt with three quarter sleeves that were striped in black and red, dirty canvas tennis shoes, and a black zip-up hooded sweatshirt.
Saffy had amazingly found clothes that fit her, the twig she was. Her long hair was pulled into a pony tale and she wore a baby pink t-shirt with jeans, almost white sneakers, and a dirty jean jacket. Dilyn showed off his find of brand name, almost new, jeans, shoes that nearly fit, a band t-shirt and a suspiciously new looking pull over sweatshirt. I didn't ask about it and he didn't tell.
Well we'd been looking for the entire day almost. I had no idea if we were hot or cold or even lukewarm. You had to give me some credit for trying, I mean I hadn't even been to this place in months, and it's not like I paid attention to my surrounds, it all looked the same anyway. Damon had led and I followed, (it was pathetic how I followed him without question most of the time, not that he'd given me much choice.)
"Why don't you just use a portal again?" Dilyn suggested. I almost smacked myself, I hadn't thought of that.
"She can't." Saffy spoke up from the back of our little group.
"Why?" We both asked in unison.
"Library Oblivion doesn't exist, so nothing there exists either." We gave her questioning looks. "So, you can't open a portal to a place that doesn't exists. There's nothing to go to and no way to get there. You have to find the place on your own, it's the only way to get there."
"How do you find something that doesn't exist?" Dilyn was clearly struggling with frustration, trying to make sense of Saffy's speech.
Weirdly enough I knew the answer to her question. "You stop looking for it." I muttered.
"What?" He sounded doubtful.
"Exactly!" Saffy cheered.
"How do you stop looking for something you're trying to find?" he was still fighting confusion.
"You stop trying to find it." Saffy explained again with a giggle.
"That's bull!" Dilyn roared.
"You're just mad cause you don’t get it." I accused.
"You only get it cause you're lost!"
"That makes no sense!"
"It makes perfect sense!"
"Does not!"
"So what!"
"What's your problem?"
"I don't know!" He stared at me angrily, his breathing heavy.
"Are you two done yet?" Saffy interjected putting her hands on her hips like a scolding mother.
Dilyn let himself fall backwards to the ground letting out a grumpy "Yes."
I sighed and sat down too. Saffy took a place next to me.
"Sure, take her side." Dilyn murmured.
"There are no sides." She scoffed, "I wouldn't even call that an argument, it was more of a shouting match."
My stomach gurgled, "I'm starving!" I whined.
Dilyn sighed and slid the backpack from his shoulders tossing it at me. It landed with a thud inches out
of my reach. "Now you have to carry it." He grunted as I struggled to pull it closer. I glared at him and pulled out a candy bar when I dragged it on to my lap.
Saffy shook her head at us and leaned back on her hands gazing at the sky. "That one looks like a duck." She giggled watching the clouds. I tilted my head to the sky and cocked it in several directions.
"I think it's a penguin." I declared unable to see the form of a duck within the puffy white clouds.
"You're both wrong." Dilyn said arrogantly, "It's a platypus."
"I think your right." Saffy laughed turning her head. I hmpfed and continued to delight in the chocolaty goodness of the candy. (I still say it was a penguin.)
Dilyn and Saffy continued to discuss the shapes of the clouds and I examined our surroundings. Something nagging at the back of my mind told me that this place was definitely familiar.
I stood up crinkling the empty wrapper in my fingers and discarding it into my pocket. The sun looked close to setting, we were going to have to find a place to spend the night soon. I slumped my shoulders in defeat, I hadn't expected it to be easy, but now it was seeming impossible. Find a place that didn’t exist, what a stupid idea. I kicked a empty can that lay forgotten on the ground. I skidded across the ground with a scratchy noise.
"Failure." I muttered to myself, I was a failure. To my self, my brother, my mother, and now to Damon.
"You're not a failure." The whispered sigh caught my attention as if a gunshot had just sounded. My head jerked up and I searched for the source of the whisper. "I thought I taught you better then that Naomi." There it was again, the voice, that painfully familiar voice.
"Wh…who's there." I chocked, "Show your self."
"Or what? You gonna stutter until I die of laughter?" The voice held a teasing humor, nothing about it was hostile.
I spun in a circle trying to find it's source, there was no one to be found.
I was going crazy that was the only explanation, I'd finally cracked.
"Naomi, I'm over here, don't make yourself sick." I stopped spinning and my vision wobbled my head still going in circles. I finally focused on a man standing twenty feet away.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was just no possible way. I was crazy, crazy or dead, that was the only way to explain this.
"Hi Miles." I jumped suppressing a frightened squeal as Saffy appeared at my elbow and beamed delightedly at the man in front of us.
"Do I know you?" Miles asked the little blonde, smile never leaving his face.
"Nope." She rocked back and forth on her heals as Dilyn showed up at my other side.
"This guy bothering you?" He whispered loud enough for the man to hear.
I shook my head no, it was the only movement I could make. Dilyn turned to me. "Hey Naomi, you all right? You don't look so good, your face is pale kinda like…"
"You've just seen a ghost or something." Saffy finished with a giggle.
"You see him too?" I could barely hear my own voice as I uttered the words without moving my lips, afraid any sudden noise would scare the apparition away.
"Duh." The one word was worriedly sarcastic. "Who is this guy?" He asked more forcefully.
"Miles, it's Miles, he's my brother." I could practically feel Saffy's joy, and understood well Dilyn's confusion.
"The dead one?" he asked bluntly. I nodded a yes in response. "Well holy shit." Was his awestruck reply.
It was Miles in every way I remembered him, only living, breathing, and talking. He was alive. I couldn't believe it. "How?" I was if anything asking myself but Saffy chimed in with an answer anyway.
"Damon did it."
I barely hear her. I was still wrapped up in my brother's reappearance. His face was the same perfectly chiseled structure, his eyes the same piercing blue. His hair was styled in the same short soft spikes and the lopsided smile he gave me was unmistakable. This was my brother. He was back from the dead and Damon was to thank.
Miles began to walk towards us. We both probably knew that if I took a step I'd fall flat on my face.
Dilyn whispered me another quick question. "You sure it's him?" I could understand his nervousness. Miles always had dress in a street punk badass style. Torn dark clothing and studded accessories, one of his ears was even pierced. But beneath all that he was a real nice guy that couldn't hurt anyone even with all his tough talk. In all the fights he'd been in he had never once thrown the first punch, I'd always admired him for it.
"Long time no see." His deep, but childish voice rumbled around me and ended the shock.
"You were dead, now you're alive." I babbled between hiccups and tears.
"You're not easy to find." He hugged me and broke my paralysis. I wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could, afraid that if I let him go he'd slip away from me again, like mist. He patted my back as I sobbed into his chest.
"Hey, hey, calm down." His voice was soft and comforting, it mad me cry all the harder. "Sssssh." He whispered over and over again, rubbing my back until my eyes dried and my breathing evened. "Better?"
I pulled away and examined him, eyes still glossy. "How'd you find me?" I tried to make my voice steady.
"Now? Chance really, but I've been looking for you for quite sometime." He took a deep breath, "Sit,
I'll tell you."
It didn't take much effort for me to sit, I was already half way down before he'd even asked. My legs were weak and my whole body was shaking.
"It's getting dark." Dilyn observed.
I jumped, I'd forgotten that he and Saffy were still there.
"We'll stay here for the night." I said.
"There's a cave tunnel thing not to far away." Miles pointed over his shoulder. "How about we move there?"
I nodded and he helped me back to my feet. Saffy skipped happily into the lead and Dilyn grumpily brought up the rear as my brother supported my shaking form in the middle.
"This is it!" Saffy sang spinning in front of the entrance.
My mouth fell open and if my brother hadn't been holding me up I would have fallen over.
"You okay?" He asked worriedly.
"Uh huh." I nodded wide eyed.
"What's up then? You're white as a sheet."
"It's…the tunnel…to the library." I gasped.
"Yes." Saffy cheered spinning again.
"Sure?" Dilyn asked amazed, but slightly disappointed.
"Positive." I gaped.
"Library?" Miles questioned.
"Long story." I breathed.
"My story for yours."
"Deal." We smiled like old times and shook hands. It was good to have my brother back.
A/N: I realize that it might be just a little late to add this, but this is a picture for Naomi, if you prefere your own, image (consideringthre's been so much without a picture)i won't hold anything against you for it...forthoes of you less imaginative (JK)you can use this as a refreance. 
