Bleeding Soul
Written By: Kaede C.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all things Angel and BtVS. I only own Amara and Sairi as well as the plot. Wee.
Rating: PG-13 [Violence and Language]
Time-Line: Directly after season one and into season two.
Pairings: None
Summery: Wolfram and Hart is looking to become immortal, lucky for them an immortal just came to LA ...but, alas Angel got to the immortal first.
Authors Note: I hope you like this story, for me it's a big deal. This is where I plan on going for a stress reliever. When I mentioned Immortal in the Summery, I don't mean Highlander immortal...I am well aware some of you will probably assume that this story is a highlander cross-over. It's not, it's pure Angel fan-fiction. There are two original characters, and yes they are the main basis of this story. Hopefully you will like how they blend in with the Angel World. Also this story blends first person with third person, just to let you know. So please read and review, if you want to see images of the original characters or learn more about the story go to this website:
www.freewebs.com/bleeding_soul
First Person Speaking
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Prologue: Traveling
Once upon a time there was a teenager living the perfect life, and it was perfect....at least among her standards. She had a loving family, a stay at home mother who would bend over backwards to make sure the teenager had a happy childhood. Her father, a successful lawyer who when ever he was able to come home from the firm would make sure his time with his family was perfect. Then she had a sister, a mirror image of her...she had a twin. They were among the popular of the highschool crowed, they were athletic and beautiful...until one day this world shattered. My world...I'm Amara, and this...well this is my story.
"We're moving to LA?!" squealed the two teenagers sitting next to each other at the dinning room table. Mouths hung open, expressions on the two girls faces were priceless. It was a little after dinner, the dishes on the table had been cleaned off by a woman in her late thirties a kind smile on her face as she sat down next to her husband who was still in his work cloths, a perfect tailored suit. A smile was on his face as well, it seemed things were going perfect for him. He had the greatest life, a loving wife, and two children he adored as well as a career that was getting better and better.
"I was just hired by a law firm over there, more pay, a better house, and a better school." The kids seemed happy, that was the one thing he had been worried about when he had heard the news of the long move to L.A...would his family like the move? His wife had been happy about it, though she was happy about anything, and that's what he loved about her. Thank-fully, the kids liked the idea; both of them getting up and leaving the room slack jawed talking to one another about all the cool things they could do in L.A.
"I think you made them happy dear..." His wife spoke as she got up from the table, planning on doing the dinner dishes. He smiled and got up as well, pulling her into a hug which quickly moved into a slow dance, without the music.
"Did I make you happy though?"
"Of course you did Jake, it's a big deal. You've won every case in your career so far, you deserve this." She said with a smile as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Yeah...I guess I do." His lips curved upwards into a smile, he did win every case...he was ruthless when it came to that, he really didn't care if those he represented were guilty or not...it was his job to get them off...and that's what he did. That's probably why Wolfram and Hart had hired him, he was the best at what he did in Cleveland, and now he was ready to play with the big boys.
Then his world came crashing down around him, his wife had coughed...and gave a sound of shock...looking down they both seen the skewer that was poking through her stomach. Blood was pouring from her mouth as she looked at him in shock saying something to him before she fell to the floor, but it was too muffled for him to make it out.
What had killed her, what had been hiding behind her was the most horrifying thing Jake had ever seen. He wasn't even able to scream before his neck was sliced threw like butter. His body landing next to his wife, both lifeless corpses laying in a pool of blood. The demon smiled and looked up at the ceiling...his next targets were upstairs.
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If I had known that would have been the last day of my life I would have, well done something important...but, what? What could I have done? I was just a teenager, a shallow teenager at that. Who thought life revolved around if I was going to be going to prom with the hottest guy in the school. If I had known then what I know now...maybe I wouldn't have died in the first place. However, life really doesn't give you the second chance to relive key moments in your life...I guess I'm stuck, but I except that...
"Amanda, do you think dad will spring on a shopping trip once we get to LA? I mean we do need new clothes if we are starting a new school right?" Amara asked with a devious smile as she flopped onto her bed, laying on her stomach as pale slender hands thumbed the pages of a recent Seventeen magazine.
Amanda shrugged as she pulled her long reddish blonde hair back into a pony tail before yawning and plopping down in her bed which was opposite of Amara's. "I don't really care...I mean, we're goin' to L.A. I'll be happy with rags as long as I'm there."
"You will not be happy with rags and you know it." The magazine was tossed off the bed as the seventeen year old flipped back on her bed eyes open looking up at the ceiling.
Minutes later the room was silent and dark, filled with just the sounds of the twins breath being taken in and out, the door creaked open and light poured into the large room. It was the room of every teenage girl, or at least every teenage girl like them, posters of famous boy bands and rappers adorned the walls, clothes were everywhere along with make-up and hair ties. Something looking like a rather large dog crept into the room, leaving bloody prints on the green carpet.
The skewer ejected from it's hand, bright silver eyes reflected the light that shone into the room as the creature crawled under Amanda's bed. She turned onto her side as it crept under, a muffled noise from her mouth was given as she fell back into a nice calm sleep. The skewer was pushed through the bed, and into Amanda's body. She uttered not a sound, as her eyes popped open and blood poured out of her body, dripping off the bed and onto the floor. It was a whisper, it couldn't really be heard as the creature crawled out from under the bed.
"Am...ara." Was the last word Amanda had said.
She bolted upright, inhaling breath so fast as if she had just been smothered with a pillow and she was trying to take in as much air as she could. Blue eyes looked around the room...something wasn't right. She felt it in the pit of her stomach, throwing the covers of her bed onto the floor and over the creature who had frozen with hope it wouldn't be seen, she jumped up off the bed and ran to the light switch.
A scream echoed through-out the quiet night, a neighbor had been awoken and called the police in concern. It wouldn't be enough to save her though, the young woman was the only one left of her family. Eyes were wide as she looked at the blood covered bed her sister was on, Amanda's eyes were still open holding that same expression of fear that Amara's now held.
"DAD!" She screamed as she ran down the stairs, knowing that neither parent would be asleep yet...they normally were watching the news in the den. They weren't there. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would explode out of her chest as she ran to the kitchen. The light was still on, the table still in the same manor it was when they left...why didn't her mom clean it up yet? She moved so slow, afraid to see what she already knew. They were dead...all of them. Her thoughts were confirmed when she seen the head of her father at her feet. Another scream was let out as she ran for towards the front door of the house, bare feet skidding in her parents blood she tripped and slammed her head hard on the door frame.
Vision doubled for a moment, her breath caught in her chest as she tasted the salty tears that she didn't even know were falling from her eyes. The creature stood in front of her, skewer in its claw like hand. She struggled to get up, but her feet just slipped on the blood covered floor. She could barely hear the sirens in the background. She shut her eyes, the creature moved forward with a ferocious growl as the skewer was dragged across her neck, blood pooling out slowly she found it hard to breath...and then there was nothing...
I had died... My family was gone, and so was I. As far as I know I was dead for three months. I don't know what happened during those three months, I don't remember if I was in heaven or hell or somewhere else. The last thing I remember is dying. My family was killed because of me...because of some damned prophecy that determined that I was going to be a demon slayer when I got older...and a good one at that. So the demons killed me. That should have been that. I shouldn't have been brought back. I as I'm told however has a destiny I need to fulfill before my deadly slumber. I have to do what I was meant to do. Damn-it...it's not fair!!! Why me? Why my family? Why?
It had been raining for most of the afternoon, it always seemed to rain at funerals. This was a funeral that many had attended, four people. A mother, a father and twins had been killed in their home. Case still open, and killer not found yet. Four bodies were put into the earth next to one another, to be together...forever.
The funeral was over but two men were still there, standing under umbrellas. Both clad in the best suits money could buy.
"I'm surprised that they sent someone to come here..." The larger of the two men said, looking back towards the recently placed headstones. "I do have to say you guys did miss out on the best lawyer around."
The shorter man nodded, "Wolfram and Hart didn't send me, I came on my own accord." As he spoke the words, his head was turned in the direction of the grave site, he had known all of them..."Though they were going to send someone, I just thought it best that I go in place of anyone. After all, I did know them." [AN: I know Lindsey is actually from Oklahoma, but for the sake of this Fic, he's from Cleveland.]
"Oh...really?"
"Yes, Jake was...well, a good friend of mine. He taught me everything I know..."
"Hmm, that's good to know Mr...?"
"McDonald...Lindsey McDonald."
"Ah, yes...Well, I have to be off...the court system unfortunately doesn't wait even for things like this." The man turned and started walking away towards his car.
"Don't I know it..." Lindsey mumbled under his breath with a sigh, as he started towards his car as well though stopped once his cell phone chirped. "Hello? Oh...yes, it doesn't look like a human did it. I found out from the local investigators that there had been footprints that looked like 'extremely large dog prints to them. No sir, the family didn't have a dog...yes I'm sure. We have a team looking into it. No, I'm planning on staying around here for awhile. Yes sir...I'll be in next week."
The phone was turned off and placed into his jacket before he set off for the car that was waiting for him. He took one look back at the graves. His head gave a slight shake, "Lawyers shouldn't have to die...they should really be immortal in this line of work..." He spoke under his breath as he walked out, with a sigh.
Sometimes I wonder why people wish to be immortal... I think it has to do with fear of death, I know I was terrified of death. It can't be that bad...after all everyone does it. Hmm, bad joke. I'm not really good at those now-a days. Immortality isn't all it's cracked up to be...
Three Months Later:
The pale moonlight shone down upon the cemetery, shadows being cast from it's light. It was spooky, like something out of a horror movie. Everything was silent, except for the occasional breeze of air which entwined in the leaves of the trees causing them to rattle and a few of the leaves to fall. A lone figure was walking along the paths of the cemetery, looking at the passing headstones. It was obviously there for some reason, it's ear twitched as it stopped in front of a headstone.
AMARA EMILY THOMPSON
1980-1997
Playing Piano in Heaven Now.
It stepped towards the headstone, stopping right in front of it. Coal black eyes looking around in the night making sure no one was around before it pawed at the headstone. "Wake up already will ya...I got thing's ta do...places ta be..." it's voice was lighter then the average grown mans...though that might be because it wasn't a man at all. It was a dark orange colored fox, who currently looked very odd sitting on the headstone looking down in boredom...waiting.
This fox, hadn't always been able to talk...nor had it been intelligent in any sort. It had been... a regular fox, in the woods doing what normal foxes did rather then waiting at a headstone for a girl to crawl out of her grave. Now, however he had been 'taken over' so to speak. The Powers That Be used the animal now to be a guide for the person he was waiting for. He was, what a fox would be if it had human intelligence...he was Sairi.
A yawn was given, his muzzle opening wide for a moment...boredom had set in an hour ago...How hard was it to dig yourself out of a grave? He rolled his eyes and shook his head before falling asleep on the headstone.
Sairi was awoken by a small noise, dirt covered fingertips were poking out of the green grass. He jumped off the headstone and begun to dig around the hand which was caked with blood, though no cuts were there...apparently she cut herself in digging threw the coffin, and already healed herself...well the powers healed her...but who cared. Right now all he wanted to do was to get her out and have her take him to get food. That was the first thing on his mind. After all, he was still a fox.
It took another half an hour for the girl to get out of the grave, her burial clothes caked in dirt, her long tresses tangled around her face. As she breathed in fresh air, laying on her back with Sairi looking her over. His head tilted in confusion, she wasn't much....it looked like she weighed nearly nothing...why would they bring someone like her back? She didn't seem the type, but that wasn't his choice...he didn't get to choose who came back and who didn't. He was just a guide.
Her eyes slowly opened as she sat up, looking around in fear. Sairi nudged her hand slightly to let her know he was there and she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Don't worry, yer safe." His accent was clearly none anyone could recognize, though that was probably due to the fact that he learned to speak watching the television...
She had curled up in a ball, next to her grave stone and lightly whimpered at the confusion...a talking fox...a cemetery...dirt everywhere...the air hurt her lungs, vision was blurry and she...was...alive.
I didn't know what was going on at that moment, and Sairi wasn't really a help. Though, Sairi is never really a big help. In some ways it was comforting however when he told me I was safe. I didn't believe him though. What happened to the monster that was after me? Why wasn't I at home...I wept....so confused...I just wanted to curl up in my parents lap and have them tell me it would be okay. It wouldn't be okay though...they were dead.
Six Years Later
"Damn it Sairi...why does it have to be there?" Amara asked in a harsh tone, though she didn't mean for it to be directed to the fox that was sitting on the sofa in the small apartment...it had meant to be directed towards the Powers That Be. For six years she had been traveling the world, getting her ass kicked as she followed orders from Sairi who received cryptic messages for her.
"Well...look at it this way, mebbie you'll meet a movie star" Sairi, the ever jovial fox told her as she sighed and flopped down on the sofa next to him. She shook her head and kicked the wooden table in front of her, causing it to fly across the room and break against the wall. Each year she got stronger, was another year of painful exercises to control the strength she had.
"I was just getting used to life here...it's nice, quiet..." They had been living in Ireland for some time now, in a small coastal town called, Chifden. A place they had come to in order to destroy a whole population of Zombies. Which hadn't really been that hard, ever since it was quiet. Sairi hadn't received any messages until now, meaning Amara had time to get a job to make some money so they didn't have to live on the streets while they were there or go hungry. Staying there also meant she was able to train for awhile, her skills with the sword had been getting better.
"Well...you have a"
"Duty to uphold" She finished for Sairi, after hearing the speech many times before hand.
Sairi just shook his head and nipped at her hand which had been resting on her denim clad leg, "Hey! Don't do that..."
"Well then, don't interrupt me when I'm talkin' to ya." He said with that self satisfying voice that said he would be smirking if he could smirk. "We have to leave for LA as soon as possible, the higher ups are making it loud and clear that we need to get there as soon as possible...and by loud and clear I mean my head is splittin'"
L.A. A place where I didn't want to go. Not anymore at least, I don't want to go there. That's where I was supposed to already be if I didn't die. Where I was meant to go...I don't want to go there with out my family...it's just not fair.
They were at the airport in Dublin, Amara nearly falling asleep. It was nearly three AM in the morning. They were supposed to leave at midnight, meaning she should already be fast asleep on the plane...but unfortunately like always, fate was against Amara and the flight was going to be leaving late. She had already checked her one suitcase, having to have Sairi do a incantation so she wouldn't have problems getting her sword on the plane. One suitcase, that was her life...just clothes...identical clothes at that, jeans, tank tops and leather armor...that's all she wore. There was no sense anymore to be 'trendy'. She had a carry-on black khaki book bag resting on her lap, one item was in it...Sairi, he was put in the book bag when they walked around in public. Due to the fact it wasn't everyday that one would see a domesticated fox that couldn't keep his mouth shut.
She rubbed her eyes when her flight was called, first she would go to New York City, then from there to L. A. It was a long trip. Slowly standing up she pulled on her denim jacket and then pulled the bag Sairi was in onto her shoulders "Eh, careful honey." She just rolled her eyes hearing him, not bothering to be more careful with the bag he was in. She put her headphones over her ears, and switched the CD player that was in her jacket on as she walked towards her gate.
I don't enjoy flying...I don't enjoy sitting for long periods of time on a death trap. It's not like if it crashes I'll die. It's just if we crash, I'd get to watch everyone else die. That really isn't something that I wish to have happen. So to LA we went, a place where I dreaded to go. It didn't sound appealing anymore. I as it seems didn't have a choice in the matter. All I know is we have to be there...other then that there isn't much else. Damn Powers can kiss my ass with these fucking cryptic messages, why can't they be straight forward?
After sleeping nearly the whole trip both Amara and Sairi were both slightly Edgar to get a cheep motel room to store their stuff before going around town and looking for demons to kill. After all obviously they were called here to kill demons...why else would they be called there?
The motel room was seedy, in the worst part of town. Amara was surprised that there weren't any bugs in the room...at least none that she could see. Sairi was complaining about the hardness of the bed as she undressed and showered. After cleaning herself off and drying off she tossed the damp towel atop of Sairi, who was now complaining about the television reception.
"Stop it. We are not getting a better place rather you like it or not. We have to make the last bit of money we have last. It might be a while before I'm able to find a job. After all not many people hire people who when they look up their social security number are literally dead" She stated as she pulled on a pair of dark jeans, followed by a tank top. Sairi had fallen off the bed as he tried to get out of the damp towel, finally his head poked out.
"Fine, I'll shut up...but when ya wake up with bugs in yer bed don't ya complain ta me aiight?"
She just rolled her eyes and looked into the mirror as she combed her hair out. She had cut it a week after she crawled out of her grave, short in the back, long in the front. She didn't know why she cut it...but she just felt like she had to be different then she was before. Why not start with appearance?
Her pale hands moved to tie a black ribbon around her crudely cut neck...the only thing that really proved to her that she did in fact die that night. Though she did wonder, why that scar remained. Sairi just answered her with 'time will tell' and she just went on with life. Slipping into her boots she scooped up Sairi and stuffed him in the book bag. Pulling the bag on her shoulders she secured her sword to her waist. It was night, hopefully not many people would be around to ask questions.
Stepping out and locking the motel door she looked around, biting her bottom lip. This place was unfamiliar...she didn't like it. She moved with caution, as she walked through the empty and dark dreary alleyways. "I really don't like this, why did they send us here?"
"I don't know, they just told me to tell you to come here...that's all." Sairi stated from his resting spot in the book bag. Amara just shook her still damp hair. She wouldn't like it here. That was a definite.
In all my travailing I had grown up...fast. There is nothing left in me from my life before hand, I'm stronger now, I think I might be a better person...not as shallow...and I'm lonely. I was never lonely before, I always had Amanda to keep me company. I often wonder what she would do if she was the one who came back. And then I remember she is me...she would do the same thing as me. Because she is...was...me...and I was her. It was that simple. I wish she was here right now.
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"What?!" He spoke into the phone that was pressed close to his head. It wasn't possible, the phone call lasted only a mere five minutes. However, it would undoubtedly change his life for good. His only hand he had combed through his hair after he put the phone back down on his desk.
It was impossible, she was alive...or at least someone that looked almost exactly like her. Wolfram and Hart was the type of law firm that kept close watch on everything in the city of LA, that involved a former employee or one that was still there. This time, it happened to be someone who didn't even get a chance to work at Wolfram and Hart, he was just able to sign the contract before he had been killed, and now apparently his daughter who was supposed to be dead had walked through the LAX airport earlier that morning.
This, to the senior partners was a big deal...Lindsey shook his head before getting on the phone again. Holland gave him orders, and rather he liked it or not he had to follow them. "Hello? Yes, this is Lindsey from...yeah that Lindsey. I need to get a team to Cleveland Ohio. It's to check and see if someone is still resting peacefully in their grave. Yes...I'll hold."
It was a big deal, she was dead last he knew and now she was the walking dead...there was only a few things she could really be, a Zombie, Vampire...or...an Immortal. And the first two were out of the question, she was to smart for a zombie, most of which wouldn't know the first thing about getting on or off a plane...and well, she was walking in direct sunlight. If she was an immortal...
He shook his head and sighed...it had been a long time ago, almost as long as he had been with Wolfram and Hart. If she was an immortal, the law firm would be after her quickly...an immortals blood. That was what the Senior Partners wanted for all the lawyers. If the firm became completely immortal, they would be...powerful.
And as much as Lindsey wanted to be powerful like that...he didn't want to have anything happen to someone he had used to know, fairly well. If it was her...he prayed Angel would find her first...that was the only way that they wouldn't be able to get their hands on her.
This, was only the beginning though.
-Bleeding Soul-
Dogstar
I don't wanna be here
but I need to be here
I really wish that I could
I really feel the need to
let my body go
let my feelings show
here comes another worn out
here comes another burned out
here comes another bleeding soul . . .
I don't need to kiss it
I don't need to touch it
I really wish that I could
I really feel the need to
let my body go
let my feelings show
here comes another worn out
here comes another burned out
here comes another bleeding soul . . .
here comes another worn out
here comes another burned out
here comes another bleeding soul . . .
Written By: Kaede C.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all things Angel and BtVS. I only own Amara and Sairi as well as the plot. Wee.
Rating: PG-13 [Violence and Language]
Time-Line: Directly after season one and into season two.
Pairings: None
Summery: Wolfram and Hart is looking to become immortal, lucky for them an immortal just came to LA ...but, alas Angel got to the immortal first.
Authors Note: I hope you like this story, for me it's a big deal. This is where I plan on going for a stress reliever. When I mentioned Immortal in the Summery, I don't mean Highlander immortal...I am well aware some of you will probably assume that this story is a highlander cross-over. It's not, it's pure Angel fan-fiction. There are two original characters, and yes they are the main basis of this story. Hopefully you will like how they blend in with the Angel World. Also this story blends first person with third person, just to let you know. So please read and review, if you want to see images of the original characters or learn more about the story go to this website:
www.freewebs.com/bleeding_soul
First Person Speaking
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Prologue: Traveling
Once upon a time there was a teenager living the perfect life, and it was perfect....at least among her standards. She had a loving family, a stay at home mother who would bend over backwards to make sure the teenager had a happy childhood. Her father, a successful lawyer who when ever he was able to come home from the firm would make sure his time with his family was perfect. Then she had a sister, a mirror image of her...she had a twin. They were among the popular of the highschool crowed, they were athletic and beautiful...until one day this world shattered. My world...I'm Amara, and this...well this is my story.
"We're moving to LA?!" squealed the two teenagers sitting next to each other at the dinning room table. Mouths hung open, expressions on the two girls faces were priceless. It was a little after dinner, the dishes on the table had been cleaned off by a woman in her late thirties a kind smile on her face as she sat down next to her husband who was still in his work cloths, a perfect tailored suit. A smile was on his face as well, it seemed things were going perfect for him. He had the greatest life, a loving wife, and two children he adored as well as a career that was getting better and better.
"I was just hired by a law firm over there, more pay, a better house, and a better school." The kids seemed happy, that was the one thing he had been worried about when he had heard the news of the long move to L.A...would his family like the move? His wife had been happy about it, though she was happy about anything, and that's what he loved about her. Thank-fully, the kids liked the idea; both of them getting up and leaving the room slack jawed talking to one another about all the cool things they could do in L.A.
"I think you made them happy dear..." His wife spoke as she got up from the table, planning on doing the dinner dishes. He smiled and got up as well, pulling her into a hug which quickly moved into a slow dance, without the music.
"Did I make you happy though?"
"Of course you did Jake, it's a big deal. You've won every case in your career so far, you deserve this." She said with a smile as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Yeah...I guess I do." His lips curved upwards into a smile, he did win every case...he was ruthless when it came to that, he really didn't care if those he represented were guilty or not...it was his job to get them off...and that's what he did. That's probably why Wolfram and Hart had hired him, he was the best at what he did in Cleveland, and now he was ready to play with the big boys.
Then his world came crashing down around him, his wife had coughed...and gave a sound of shock...looking down they both seen the skewer that was poking through her stomach. Blood was pouring from her mouth as she looked at him in shock saying something to him before she fell to the floor, but it was too muffled for him to make it out.
What had killed her, what had been hiding behind her was the most horrifying thing Jake had ever seen. He wasn't even able to scream before his neck was sliced threw like butter. His body landing next to his wife, both lifeless corpses laying in a pool of blood. The demon smiled and looked up at the ceiling...his next targets were upstairs.
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If I had known that would have been the last day of my life I would have, well done something important...but, what? What could I have done? I was just a teenager, a shallow teenager at that. Who thought life revolved around if I was going to be going to prom with the hottest guy in the school. If I had known then what I know now...maybe I wouldn't have died in the first place. However, life really doesn't give you the second chance to relive key moments in your life...I guess I'm stuck, but I except that...
"Amanda, do you think dad will spring on a shopping trip once we get to LA? I mean we do need new clothes if we are starting a new school right?" Amara asked with a devious smile as she flopped onto her bed, laying on her stomach as pale slender hands thumbed the pages of a recent Seventeen magazine.
Amanda shrugged as she pulled her long reddish blonde hair back into a pony tail before yawning and plopping down in her bed which was opposite of Amara's. "I don't really care...I mean, we're goin' to L.A. I'll be happy with rags as long as I'm there."
"You will not be happy with rags and you know it." The magazine was tossed off the bed as the seventeen year old flipped back on her bed eyes open looking up at the ceiling.
Minutes later the room was silent and dark, filled with just the sounds of the twins breath being taken in and out, the door creaked open and light poured into the large room. It was the room of every teenage girl, or at least every teenage girl like them, posters of famous boy bands and rappers adorned the walls, clothes were everywhere along with make-up and hair ties. Something looking like a rather large dog crept into the room, leaving bloody prints on the green carpet.
The skewer ejected from it's hand, bright silver eyes reflected the light that shone into the room as the creature crawled under Amanda's bed. She turned onto her side as it crept under, a muffled noise from her mouth was given as she fell back into a nice calm sleep. The skewer was pushed through the bed, and into Amanda's body. She uttered not a sound, as her eyes popped open and blood poured out of her body, dripping off the bed and onto the floor. It was a whisper, it couldn't really be heard as the creature crawled out from under the bed.
"Am...ara." Was the last word Amanda had said.
She bolted upright, inhaling breath so fast as if she had just been smothered with a pillow and she was trying to take in as much air as she could. Blue eyes looked around the room...something wasn't right. She felt it in the pit of her stomach, throwing the covers of her bed onto the floor and over the creature who had frozen with hope it wouldn't be seen, she jumped up off the bed and ran to the light switch.
A scream echoed through-out the quiet night, a neighbor had been awoken and called the police in concern. It wouldn't be enough to save her though, the young woman was the only one left of her family. Eyes were wide as she looked at the blood covered bed her sister was on, Amanda's eyes were still open holding that same expression of fear that Amara's now held.
"DAD!" She screamed as she ran down the stairs, knowing that neither parent would be asleep yet...they normally were watching the news in the den. They weren't there. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would explode out of her chest as she ran to the kitchen. The light was still on, the table still in the same manor it was when they left...why didn't her mom clean it up yet? She moved so slow, afraid to see what she already knew. They were dead...all of them. Her thoughts were confirmed when she seen the head of her father at her feet. Another scream was let out as she ran for towards the front door of the house, bare feet skidding in her parents blood she tripped and slammed her head hard on the door frame.
Vision doubled for a moment, her breath caught in her chest as she tasted the salty tears that she didn't even know were falling from her eyes. The creature stood in front of her, skewer in its claw like hand. She struggled to get up, but her feet just slipped on the blood covered floor. She could barely hear the sirens in the background. She shut her eyes, the creature moved forward with a ferocious growl as the skewer was dragged across her neck, blood pooling out slowly she found it hard to breath...and then there was nothing...
I had died... My family was gone, and so was I. As far as I know I was dead for three months. I don't know what happened during those three months, I don't remember if I was in heaven or hell or somewhere else. The last thing I remember is dying. My family was killed because of me...because of some damned prophecy that determined that I was going to be a demon slayer when I got older...and a good one at that. So the demons killed me. That should have been that. I shouldn't have been brought back. I as I'm told however has a destiny I need to fulfill before my deadly slumber. I have to do what I was meant to do. Damn-it...it's not fair!!! Why me? Why my family? Why?
It had been raining for most of the afternoon, it always seemed to rain at funerals. This was a funeral that many had attended, four people. A mother, a father and twins had been killed in their home. Case still open, and killer not found yet. Four bodies were put into the earth next to one another, to be together...forever.
The funeral was over but two men were still there, standing under umbrellas. Both clad in the best suits money could buy.
"I'm surprised that they sent someone to come here..." The larger of the two men said, looking back towards the recently placed headstones. "I do have to say you guys did miss out on the best lawyer around."
The shorter man nodded, "Wolfram and Hart didn't send me, I came on my own accord." As he spoke the words, his head was turned in the direction of the grave site, he had known all of them..."Though they were going to send someone, I just thought it best that I go in place of anyone. After all, I did know them." [AN: I know Lindsey is actually from Oklahoma, but for the sake of this Fic, he's from Cleveland.]
"Oh...really?"
"Yes, Jake was...well, a good friend of mine. He taught me everything I know..."
"Hmm, that's good to know Mr...?"
"McDonald...Lindsey McDonald."
"Ah, yes...Well, I have to be off...the court system unfortunately doesn't wait even for things like this." The man turned and started walking away towards his car.
"Don't I know it..." Lindsey mumbled under his breath with a sigh, as he started towards his car as well though stopped once his cell phone chirped. "Hello? Oh...yes, it doesn't look like a human did it. I found out from the local investigators that there had been footprints that looked like 'extremely large dog prints to them. No sir, the family didn't have a dog...yes I'm sure. We have a team looking into it. No, I'm planning on staying around here for awhile. Yes sir...I'll be in next week."
The phone was turned off and placed into his jacket before he set off for the car that was waiting for him. He took one look back at the graves. His head gave a slight shake, "Lawyers shouldn't have to die...they should really be immortal in this line of work..." He spoke under his breath as he walked out, with a sigh.
Sometimes I wonder why people wish to be immortal... I think it has to do with fear of death, I know I was terrified of death. It can't be that bad...after all everyone does it. Hmm, bad joke. I'm not really good at those now-a days. Immortality isn't all it's cracked up to be...
Three Months Later:
The pale moonlight shone down upon the cemetery, shadows being cast from it's light. It was spooky, like something out of a horror movie. Everything was silent, except for the occasional breeze of air which entwined in the leaves of the trees causing them to rattle and a few of the leaves to fall. A lone figure was walking along the paths of the cemetery, looking at the passing headstones. It was obviously there for some reason, it's ear twitched as it stopped in front of a headstone.
AMARA EMILY THOMPSON
1980-1997
Playing Piano in Heaven Now.
It stepped towards the headstone, stopping right in front of it. Coal black eyes looking around in the night making sure no one was around before it pawed at the headstone. "Wake up already will ya...I got thing's ta do...places ta be..." it's voice was lighter then the average grown mans...though that might be because it wasn't a man at all. It was a dark orange colored fox, who currently looked very odd sitting on the headstone looking down in boredom...waiting.
This fox, hadn't always been able to talk...nor had it been intelligent in any sort. It had been... a regular fox, in the woods doing what normal foxes did rather then waiting at a headstone for a girl to crawl out of her grave. Now, however he had been 'taken over' so to speak. The Powers That Be used the animal now to be a guide for the person he was waiting for. He was, what a fox would be if it had human intelligence...he was Sairi.
A yawn was given, his muzzle opening wide for a moment...boredom had set in an hour ago...How hard was it to dig yourself out of a grave? He rolled his eyes and shook his head before falling asleep on the headstone.
Sairi was awoken by a small noise, dirt covered fingertips were poking out of the green grass. He jumped off the headstone and begun to dig around the hand which was caked with blood, though no cuts were there...apparently she cut herself in digging threw the coffin, and already healed herself...well the powers healed her...but who cared. Right now all he wanted to do was to get her out and have her take him to get food. That was the first thing on his mind. After all, he was still a fox.
It took another half an hour for the girl to get out of the grave, her burial clothes caked in dirt, her long tresses tangled around her face. As she breathed in fresh air, laying on her back with Sairi looking her over. His head tilted in confusion, she wasn't much....it looked like she weighed nearly nothing...why would they bring someone like her back? She didn't seem the type, but that wasn't his choice...he didn't get to choose who came back and who didn't. He was just a guide.
Her eyes slowly opened as she sat up, looking around in fear. Sairi nudged her hand slightly to let her know he was there and she nearly jumped out of her skin. "Don't worry, yer safe." His accent was clearly none anyone could recognize, though that was probably due to the fact that he learned to speak watching the television...
She had curled up in a ball, next to her grave stone and lightly whimpered at the confusion...a talking fox...a cemetery...dirt everywhere...the air hurt her lungs, vision was blurry and she...was...alive.
I didn't know what was going on at that moment, and Sairi wasn't really a help. Though, Sairi is never really a big help. In some ways it was comforting however when he told me I was safe. I didn't believe him though. What happened to the monster that was after me? Why wasn't I at home...I wept....so confused...I just wanted to curl up in my parents lap and have them tell me it would be okay. It wouldn't be okay though...they were dead.
Six Years Later
"Damn it Sairi...why does it have to be there?" Amara asked in a harsh tone, though she didn't mean for it to be directed to the fox that was sitting on the sofa in the small apartment...it had meant to be directed towards the Powers That Be. For six years she had been traveling the world, getting her ass kicked as she followed orders from Sairi who received cryptic messages for her.
"Well...look at it this way, mebbie you'll meet a movie star" Sairi, the ever jovial fox told her as she sighed and flopped down on the sofa next to him. She shook her head and kicked the wooden table in front of her, causing it to fly across the room and break against the wall. Each year she got stronger, was another year of painful exercises to control the strength she had.
"I was just getting used to life here...it's nice, quiet..." They had been living in Ireland for some time now, in a small coastal town called, Chifden. A place they had come to in order to destroy a whole population of Zombies. Which hadn't really been that hard, ever since it was quiet. Sairi hadn't received any messages until now, meaning Amara had time to get a job to make some money so they didn't have to live on the streets while they were there or go hungry. Staying there also meant she was able to train for awhile, her skills with the sword had been getting better.
"Well...you have a"
"Duty to uphold" She finished for Sairi, after hearing the speech many times before hand.
Sairi just shook his head and nipped at her hand which had been resting on her denim clad leg, "Hey! Don't do that..."
"Well then, don't interrupt me when I'm talkin' to ya." He said with that self satisfying voice that said he would be smirking if he could smirk. "We have to leave for LA as soon as possible, the higher ups are making it loud and clear that we need to get there as soon as possible...and by loud and clear I mean my head is splittin'"
L.A. A place where I didn't want to go. Not anymore at least, I don't want to go there. That's where I was supposed to already be if I didn't die. Where I was meant to go...I don't want to go there with out my family...it's just not fair.
They were at the airport in Dublin, Amara nearly falling asleep. It was nearly three AM in the morning. They were supposed to leave at midnight, meaning she should already be fast asleep on the plane...but unfortunately like always, fate was against Amara and the flight was going to be leaving late. She had already checked her one suitcase, having to have Sairi do a incantation so she wouldn't have problems getting her sword on the plane. One suitcase, that was her life...just clothes...identical clothes at that, jeans, tank tops and leather armor...that's all she wore. There was no sense anymore to be 'trendy'. She had a carry-on black khaki book bag resting on her lap, one item was in it...Sairi, he was put in the book bag when they walked around in public. Due to the fact it wasn't everyday that one would see a domesticated fox that couldn't keep his mouth shut.
She rubbed her eyes when her flight was called, first she would go to New York City, then from there to L. A. It was a long trip. Slowly standing up she pulled on her denim jacket and then pulled the bag Sairi was in onto her shoulders "Eh, careful honey." She just rolled her eyes hearing him, not bothering to be more careful with the bag he was in. She put her headphones over her ears, and switched the CD player that was in her jacket on as she walked towards her gate.
I don't enjoy flying...I don't enjoy sitting for long periods of time on a death trap. It's not like if it crashes I'll die. It's just if we crash, I'd get to watch everyone else die. That really isn't something that I wish to have happen. So to LA we went, a place where I dreaded to go. It didn't sound appealing anymore. I as it seems didn't have a choice in the matter. All I know is we have to be there...other then that there isn't much else. Damn Powers can kiss my ass with these fucking cryptic messages, why can't they be straight forward?
After sleeping nearly the whole trip both Amara and Sairi were both slightly Edgar to get a cheep motel room to store their stuff before going around town and looking for demons to kill. After all obviously they were called here to kill demons...why else would they be called there?
The motel room was seedy, in the worst part of town. Amara was surprised that there weren't any bugs in the room...at least none that she could see. Sairi was complaining about the hardness of the bed as she undressed and showered. After cleaning herself off and drying off she tossed the damp towel atop of Sairi, who was now complaining about the television reception.
"Stop it. We are not getting a better place rather you like it or not. We have to make the last bit of money we have last. It might be a while before I'm able to find a job. After all not many people hire people who when they look up their social security number are literally dead" She stated as she pulled on a pair of dark jeans, followed by a tank top. Sairi had fallen off the bed as he tried to get out of the damp towel, finally his head poked out.
"Fine, I'll shut up...but when ya wake up with bugs in yer bed don't ya complain ta me aiight?"
She just rolled her eyes and looked into the mirror as she combed her hair out. She had cut it a week after she crawled out of her grave, short in the back, long in the front. She didn't know why she cut it...but she just felt like she had to be different then she was before. Why not start with appearance?
Her pale hands moved to tie a black ribbon around her crudely cut neck...the only thing that really proved to her that she did in fact die that night. Though she did wonder, why that scar remained. Sairi just answered her with 'time will tell' and she just went on with life. Slipping into her boots she scooped up Sairi and stuffed him in the book bag. Pulling the bag on her shoulders she secured her sword to her waist. It was night, hopefully not many people would be around to ask questions.
Stepping out and locking the motel door she looked around, biting her bottom lip. This place was unfamiliar...she didn't like it. She moved with caution, as she walked through the empty and dark dreary alleyways. "I really don't like this, why did they send us here?"
"I don't know, they just told me to tell you to come here...that's all." Sairi stated from his resting spot in the book bag. Amara just shook her still damp hair. She wouldn't like it here. That was a definite.
In all my travailing I had grown up...fast. There is nothing left in me from my life before hand, I'm stronger now, I think I might be a better person...not as shallow...and I'm lonely. I was never lonely before, I always had Amanda to keep me company. I often wonder what she would do if she was the one who came back. And then I remember she is me...she would do the same thing as me. Because she is...was...me...and I was her. It was that simple. I wish she was here right now.
*-.-.-.-*
"What?!" He spoke into the phone that was pressed close to his head. It wasn't possible, the phone call lasted only a mere five minutes. However, it would undoubtedly change his life for good. His only hand he had combed through his hair after he put the phone back down on his desk.
It was impossible, she was alive...or at least someone that looked almost exactly like her. Wolfram and Hart was the type of law firm that kept close watch on everything in the city of LA, that involved a former employee or one that was still there. This time, it happened to be someone who didn't even get a chance to work at Wolfram and Hart, he was just able to sign the contract before he had been killed, and now apparently his daughter who was supposed to be dead had walked through the LAX airport earlier that morning.
This, to the senior partners was a big deal...Lindsey shook his head before getting on the phone again. Holland gave him orders, and rather he liked it or not he had to follow them. "Hello? Yes, this is Lindsey from...yeah that Lindsey. I need to get a team to Cleveland Ohio. It's to check and see if someone is still resting peacefully in their grave. Yes...I'll hold."
It was a big deal, she was dead last he knew and now she was the walking dead...there was only a few things she could really be, a Zombie, Vampire...or...an Immortal. And the first two were out of the question, she was to smart for a zombie, most of which wouldn't know the first thing about getting on or off a plane...and well, she was walking in direct sunlight. If she was an immortal...
He shook his head and sighed...it had been a long time ago, almost as long as he had been with Wolfram and Hart. If she was an immortal, the law firm would be after her quickly...an immortals blood. That was what the Senior Partners wanted for all the lawyers. If the firm became completely immortal, they would be...powerful.
And as much as Lindsey wanted to be powerful like that...he didn't want to have anything happen to someone he had used to know, fairly well. If it was her...he prayed Angel would find her first...that was the only way that they wouldn't be able to get their hands on her.
This, was only the beginning though.
-Bleeding Soul-
Dogstar
I don't wanna be here
but I need to be here
I really wish that I could
I really feel the need to
let my body go
let my feelings show
here comes another worn out
here comes another burned out
here comes another bleeding soul . . .
I don't need to kiss it
I don't need to touch it
I really wish that I could
I really feel the need to
let my body go
let my feelings show
here comes another worn out
here comes another burned out
here comes another bleeding soul . . .
here comes another worn out
here comes another burned out
here comes another bleeding soul . . .