Prompt#42 - Time Travel
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azraelz_angelTitle: Taking a Chance at Life
Summary: Darla is a given a choice between the torments of hell for eternity or a chance at a new life.
Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters and/or settings. If it looks familiar - I probably didn't invent it.
Rating: FR18, for now.
Spoiler Warning:
Buffy and Angel: Set AU after "Lullaby"
Anita Blake: Incubus Dreams (although I doubt I will use anything from that book)
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Chapter Three - Prompt#42 - Time Travel
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Not in Kansas anymore
**
I woke for the second time still in the comfort of a bed. My clothes were damp and clinging uncomfortably and in an unflattering manner, but they had allowed me my dignity by not changing my clothes.
I sat up, groaning at the sudden movement. My vision swam and it took a moment for the world to come to a complete stop. I forced myself to my feet, unsteady at best, but it was a necessary evil. Never show the enemy any weakness, and I had shown too much already.
The urge to pee hit me and my eyes searched for a bathroom. It had been a year since I had used the facilities. It seemed I was human enough so far. After I was done I put on a brave face and headed for the door. With any luck it would be unlocked and I could sneak out.
Luck, it appeared, was not on my side. The doorknob twisted silently in my grasp. The door slowly swung open to reveal a young blond man, eyes dancing with mirth and a huge grin, on the other side.
“Glad to see you woke up. Jean-Claude’s been waiting to talk to you,” he told me as he blatantly checked me out. I sighed, children and their over active hormones.
“I’m a little old for you, child,” I quickly cut him down, but instead of backing down he stepped a foot closer.
His aura slammed into me, and as I would later learn mine into him. Werewolf. The thought had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up, and an alarm sounding loudly in my head. The boy before me was part of a pack. It surrounded him with a warm blanket. What kind of world had I fallen into? Involuntarily I took a step back and put my hand to my head, steadying myself with the door. He looked absolutely intrigued when I glanced back up at him.
“Wow, no wonder he’s concerned. If you wouldn’t mind accompanying me,” he muttered and waved down the hall to the left. I walked past him, his aura sending tingles down my skin. He walked behind me for a few minutes, during which time the halls stayed eerie empty.
“Okay, we’re here,” he called out to stop our procession. He was glancing nervously at the door.
“What…?” I started to ask before I heard voices arguing inside.
“What do you mean she fell from the air? Just poof – there she was?” a female voice yelled just beyond the closed door. Clearly the woman sounded angry and not just with the situation.
“Yes, that is exactly what transpired,” the Frenchman’s tired voice replied.
“And you just put her in a room in the Circus? You don’t even know what she is capable of…and you just have her here…roaming?”
“She is heavily guarded, ma petite. Fear not,” he explained to her.
“That is crazy,” the woman grumbled. There was a tense silence in which the blond decided to knock and fully announce our presence.
“Enter,” the Frenchman called out and the blond pushed the door in and stood back for me to enter.
I walked in alone and the door was shut from behind me. Inside the room, which turned out to be an office, stood two people, the tall Frenchman and a short, pale, brunette woman with an angry look on her face. The world must bother her on a regular basis because she carried herself as if she was looking for a fight. The Frenchman stood near his desk, dressed in a blood red ruffle blouse over skin tight black pants tucked into knee-high black suede boots. He looked like he had stepped straight out of a seventeenth century romance novel.
“Did you do the time traveling thing or did I?” I asked before I thought better of it.
“Time travel?” the man asked and the woman started snickering. “I’m afraid I do not understand.”
“Your outfit Jean-Claude,” the woman managed to calmly get out. He looked it over and nodded slowly.
“I choose to simply dress as I was raised,” he gave as a vague explanation.
“What century is this?”
“The twentieth,” the girl answered.
“Okay, so…not really time-travel...although it would have been easier to explain,” I wondered out loud.
The Frenchman cleared his throat and changed the subject. “I am Jean-Claude, Master of St. Louis. Exactly who are you and what are you doing in my city?”
“My name is Darla, Darla Aurelius. And I’ve really no idea what I am doing in your city. Last I remember I was in L.A.”
“Los Angeles?”
“Yes.”
“And you entered my city without invitation?”
“I didn’t know I needed information. Listen, I just literally appeared. No ideas on that one. But I’d be more than willing to leave if you’ll let me,” I argued with him. I looked him in the eye to attempt to show him that he wasn’t intimidating me in the slightest. And I felt it. The man, or make that vampire, tried to roll me. What was wrong with this world? Master vampires and werewolves.
“Is anyone in this world human?” I let out a sigh. They both looked a little shocked at that. “That was a nice trick, but it isn’t going to work,” I added.
“You tried to roll her?” the woman yelled at Jean-Claude.
“Yes, ma petite, I tried,” he stated, staring at me. His voice and stare held a vague sense of annoyance.
“Why didn’t it work then? What is she, a vampire?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that outburst. I was far from a vampire. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was, but I wasn’t undead anymore. “What exactly are you?” I asked her.
“I’m human,” she instantly replied. I took a couple steps toward her. It happened again, just as it had with the blond werewolf. Her aura slammed into me and suddenly I was surrounded by death. Rather than backing away, I held my ground, and it was her that took the steps backwards to get away from me. Death was something I could appreciate.
“You reek of death,” I pointed out.
“She’s an animator of the dead,” Jean-Claude stated, with a glare from the woman at his comment.
“Again, any humans in this world?”
This time the question earned a laugh from the vampire. “Yes, there are plenty.”
“What Jean-Claude neglected to mention is that I’m also the legal vampire executioner for Missouri,” the woman retorted and took a step closer.
“You don’t seem to be doing your job,” I shot a pointed look at Jean-Claude.
“I don’t have an order of execution for him,” she said in way of explanation and Jean-Claude offered a hint of a smile. “Yet,” she added with an unhealthy looking smile in his direction. “And I can get one for you too, if I need to,” she told me.
I shook my head. “That won’t be necessary,” I assured her.
“We’ll see,” she shrugged off my comment. There was a tense silence while the three of us sized one another up. Finally Jean-Claude spoke.
“Please have a seat. We have much to discuss if you are to be allowed a continued stay in this city,” he informed me and swung his arm out to guide me into a chair in front of his desk. He moved, quicker than I imagined he could, and slid into the seat behind the desk. I nodded and sat down before him.
**
Summary: Darla is a given a choice between the torments of hell for eternity or a chance at a new life.
Disclaimer - I do not own any of these characters and/or settings. If it looks familiar - I probably didn't invent it.
Rating: FR18, for now.
Spoiler Warning:
Buffy and Angel: Set AU after "Lullaby"
Anita Blake: Incubus Dreams (although I doubt I will use anything from that book)
**
Chapter Three - Prompt#42 - Time Travel
**
Not in Kansas anymore
**
I woke for the second time still in the comfort of a bed. My clothes were damp and clinging uncomfortably and in an unflattering manner, but they had allowed me my dignity by not changing my clothes.
I sat up, groaning at the sudden movement. My vision swam and it took a moment for the world to come to a complete stop. I forced myself to my feet, unsteady at best, but it was a necessary evil. Never show the enemy any weakness, and I had shown too much already.
The urge to pee hit me and my eyes searched for a bathroom. It had been a year since I had used the facilities. It seemed I was human enough so far. After I was done I put on a brave face and headed for the door. With any luck it would be unlocked and I could sneak out.
Luck, it appeared, was not on my side. The doorknob twisted silently in my grasp. The door slowly swung open to reveal a young blond man, eyes dancing with mirth and a huge grin, on the other side.
“Glad to see you woke up. Jean-Claude’s been waiting to talk to you,” he told me as he blatantly checked me out. I sighed, children and their over active hormones.
“I’m a little old for you, child,” I quickly cut him down, but instead of backing down he stepped a foot closer.
His aura slammed into me, and as I would later learn mine into him. Werewolf. The thought had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up, and an alarm sounding loudly in my head. The boy before me was part of a pack. It surrounded him with a warm blanket. What kind of world had I fallen into? Involuntarily I took a step back and put my hand to my head, steadying myself with the door. He looked absolutely intrigued when I glanced back up at him.
“Wow, no wonder he’s concerned. If you wouldn’t mind accompanying me,” he muttered and waved down the hall to the left. I walked past him, his aura sending tingles down my skin. He walked behind me for a few minutes, during which time the halls stayed eerie empty.
“Okay, we’re here,” he called out to stop our procession. He was glancing nervously at the door.
“What…?” I started to ask before I heard voices arguing inside.
“What do you mean she fell from the air? Just poof – there she was?” a female voice yelled just beyond the closed door. Clearly the woman sounded angry and not just with the situation.
“Yes, that is exactly what transpired,” the Frenchman’s tired voice replied.
“And you just put her in a room in the Circus? You don’t even know what she is capable of…and you just have her here…roaming?”
“She is heavily guarded, ma petite. Fear not,” he explained to her.
“That is crazy,” the woman grumbled. There was a tense silence in which the blond decided to knock and fully announce our presence.
“Enter,” the Frenchman called out and the blond pushed the door in and stood back for me to enter.
I walked in alone and the door was shut from behind me. Inside the room, which turned out to be an office, stood two people, the tall Frenchman and a short, pale, brunette woman with an angry look on her face. The world must bother her on a regular basis because she carried herself as if she was looking for a fight. The Frenchman stood near his desk, dressed in a blood red ruffle blouse over skin tight black pants tucked into knee-high black suede boots. He looked like he had stepped straight out of a seventeenth century romance novel.
“Did you do the time traveling thing or did I?” I asked before I thought better of it.
“Time travel?” the man asked and the woman started snickering. “I’m afraid I do not understand.”
“Your outfit Jean-Claude,” the woman managed to calmly get out. He looked it over and nodded slowly.
“I choose to simply dress as I was raised,” he gave as a vague explanation.
“What century is this?”
“The twentieth,” the girl answered.
“Okay, so…not really time-travel...although it would have been easier to explain,” I wondered out loud.
The Frenchman cleared his throat and changed the subject. “I am Jean-Claude, Master of St. Louis. Exactly who are you and what are you doing in my city?”
“My name is Darla, Darla Aurelius. And I’ve really no idea what I am doing in your city. Last I remember I was in L.A.”
“Los Angeles?”
“Yes.”
“And you entered my city without invitation?”
“I didn’t know I needed information. Listen, I just literally appeared. No ideas on that one. But I’d be more than willing to leave if you’ll let me,” I argued with him. I looked him in the eye to attempt to show him that he wasn’t intimidating me in the slightest. And I felt it. The man, or make that vampire, tried to roll me. What was wrong with this world? Master vampires and werewolves.
“Is anyone in this world human?” I let out a sigh. They both looked a little shocked at that. “That was a nice trick, but it isn’t going to work,” I added.
“You tried to roll her?” the woman yelled at Jean-Claude.
“Yes, ma petite, I tried,” he stated, staring at me. His voice and stare held a vague sense of annoyance.
“Why didn’t it work then? What is she, a vampire?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that outburst. I was far from a vampire. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was, but I wasn’t undead anymore. “What exactly are you?” I asked her.
“I’m human,” she instantly replied. I took a couple steps toward her. It happened again, just as it had with the blond werewolf. Her aura slammed into me and suddenly I was surrounded by death. Rather than backing away, I held my ground, and it was her that took the steps backwards to get away from me. Death was something I could appreciate.
“You reek of death,” I pointed out.
“She’s an animator of the dead,” Jean-Claude stated, with a glare from the woman at his comment.
“Again, any humans in this world?”
This time the question earned a laugh from the vampire. “Yes, there are plenty.”
“What Jean-Claude neglected to mention is that I’m also the legal vampire executioner for Missouri,” the woman retorted and took a step closer.
“You don’t seem to be doing your job,” I shot a pointed look at Jean-Claude.
“I don’t have an order of execution for him,” she said in way of explanation and Jean-Claude offered a hint of a smile. “Yet,” she added with an unhealthy looking smile in his direction. “And I can get one for you too, if I need to,” she told me.
I shook my head. “That won’t be necessary,” I assured her.
“We’ll see,” she shrugged off my comment. There was a tense silence while the three of us sized one another up. Finally Jean-Claude spoke.
“Please have a seat. We have much to discuss if you are to be allowed a continued stay in this city,” he informed me and swung his arm out to guide me into a chair in front of his desk. He moved, quicker than I imagined he could, and slid into the seat behind the desk. I nodded and sat down before him.
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