Title: Don't Believe in Fear
Author: Tiarina Tempest
Email: tiarinatempest@hotmail.com
Spoilers: basic Night World concepts.
Disclaimers: ideas of the Night World belong to LJS. Everything unrecognised is mine.
Beta readers: Thanks to Kat, Nirvana and Ashley B for their help in getting this fic started.
Rating: 15ish.
Warnings: violence and strong language
Summary: Night World assassin Medea Blackthorn has some problems with her latest assignment. Damn that pesky soulmate thing...
Notes: feedback loved.
Part 1
How had he gotten here? Dylan sighed, standing alone on the roof of the gym. What possible good was going to come of this, anyway? She hadn't shown up yet, he would have thought the better of her.
The night was clear and eerily calm. Dylan paced about, bored now, and wanting to go home. But the sooner she got here, the sooner they could get this over and done with.
It wasn't like any of this had been his fault. He'd just been a normal person - or as normal as a Night Person could get - up until *she* had shown up and created her problems.
"Come on, Medea," he muttered. "I've got better things to be doing."
"Somehow, I seriously doubt it."
The voice caught him off balance. He didn't like her sudden closeness, how she'd just appeared silently out of the darkness and shadows.
Medea just gave him a stunning smile. She may be stunning, but she was scum underneath it all. "Hey, don't hate me," she said casually. "I'm just doing my job."
Dylan stared at her, and shook her head. God, she was impossible. She was the last person he would want anything to do with. "You killed her." His tone was blunt, full of hatred.
Medea just smiled that irritating smile of hers, inspecting long sharp blood-red nails. "I did, didn't I?"
"Why didn't you just come straight after me? That was what you were supposed to be doing."
Medea laughed. The sound was harsh and chilling, shattering the peaceful night calm. Dylan held his ground, refusing to back up or shudder. She didn't intimidate him.
"Well, I would have just gone straight for you, only there was someone in my way, so I dealt with the problem." She said it so casually, as if it was just part of her every day life, going around killing people.
Unfortunately for him, in Medea's case, that was just what she did. Went around killing people and enjoying it. So he hadn't taken her down, because he'd mistaken her for someone else, he hadn't believed it was really her.
Well, bravo. All that had done was resulted in the death of someone close to him. And lead him here. Alone, a deserted roof top, face to face with one of the supposed most deadly women he'd ever met.
Medea brushed some imaginary dirt off her hands. "I'm bored now," she said, eyeing him with distaste. "Let's do this and get it over with."
"Fine with me."
He stood where he was, watching her, waiting for her to make the first move. She was looking at him, watching like a hawk, as he mirrored her movements.
Dylan was getting annoyed. ~Oh the hell with this,~ he thought angrily, and threw himself at her.
* * *
Medea sighed heavily. Dylan was so...predictable. She shook her head, sidestepping as he rushed her. She smirked at him with contempt. "Come on Dylan," she sneered at him. "You're supposed to be good."
Dylan stopped, glaring at her. "This is all your fault, you know."
Medea laughed, her cold laughter echoing in the night air. "My fault? Hey, I'm just doing my job, it's not my fault if you can't deal with it. You shouldn't be such a little asshole, should you?"
Dylan launched himself at her a second time. Instead of sidestepping, Medea took him head on. He threw a series of angry punches at her. Medea countered his every move, fast and furious as he was.
The effect became more a fight than a dance. Somewhere overhead a loud clap of thunder boomed. Rain began to pour. Lighting began to flash. Medea shook her head, disgusted.
How pathetically cliché.
Dylan stuck his foot out at an unexpected moment tripping her. Medea cursed. She hated being distracted. While she fumbled to get up, something flashed in the moonlight.
She rolled out the way of the wooden stake quickly. She pulled up short, dangerously close to the edge of the building. She found herself almost hanging off the edge, two stories down.
It might not kill her, but it would break her bones, and even if she would heal up in a remarkably short space of time, falling off a building was not her idea of a good time.
Dylan was smirking. "Looks like you're loosing."
"I don't lose," Medea growled out. She smirked at him, and kicked him hard in the groin, knowing her heeled boot would do some damage.
Dylan cried out and fell to the floor, clutching himself, shouting curses at her. It gave Medea the time she needed to get to her feet.
"Come on," she taunted him. "Get up and let's finish this."
Dylan was on his feet in an instant. With a snarl of rage and anger he threw himself at her. Medea stepped backwards to get out his way. Her foot missed the edge of the building.
She screamed before toppling backwards. Before she knew what was happening Dylan had grabbed her hand. Stopping her.
He was saving her, why?
Medea wasn't focusing her attention on that. The simple touch had blown her mind away. In that instant, everything changed forever.
* * *
Author: Tiarina Tempest
Email: tiarinatempest@hotmail.com
Spoilers: basic Night World concepts.
Disclaimers: ideas of the Night World belong to LJS. Everything unrecognised is mine.
Beta readers: Thanks to Kat, Nirvana and Ashley B for their help in getting this fic started.
Rating: 15ish.
Warnings: violence and strong language
Summary: Night World assassin Medea Blackthorn has some problems with her latest assignment. Damn that pesky soulmate thing...
Notes: feedback loved.
Part 1
How had he gotten here? Dylan sighed, standing alone on the roof of the gym. What possible good was going to come of this, anyway? She hadn't shown up yet, he would have thought the better of her.
The night was clear and eerily calm. Dylan paced about, bored now, and wanting to go home. But the sooner she got here, the sooner they could get this over and done with.
It wasn't like any of this had been his fault. He'd just been a normal person - or as normal as a Night Person could get - up until *she* had shown up and created her problems.
"Come on, Medea," he muttered. "I've got better things to be doing."
"Somehow, I seriously doubt it."
The voice caught him off balance. He didn't like her sudden closeness, how she'd just appeared silently out of the darkness and shadows.
Medea just gave him a stunning smile. She may be stunning, but she was scum underneath it all. "Hey, don't hate me," she said casually. "I'm just doing my job."
Dylan stared at her, and shook her head. God, she was impossible. She was the last person he would want anything to do with. "You killed her." His tone was blunt, full of hatred.
Medea just smiled that irritating smile of hers, inspecting long sharp blood-red nails. "I did, didn't I?"
"Why didn't you just come straight after me? That was what you were supposed to be doing."
Medea laughed. The sound was harsh and chilling, shattering the peaceful night calm. Dylan held his ground, refusing to back up or shudder. She didn't intimidate him.
"Well, I would have just gone straight for you, only there was someone in my way, so I dealt with the problem." She said it so casually, as if it was just part of her every day life, going around killing people.
Unfortunately for him, in Medea's case, that was just what she did. Went around killing people and enjoying it. So he hadn't taken her down, because he'd mistaken her for someone else, he hadn't believed it was really her.
Well, bravo. All that had done was resulted in the death of someone close to him. And lead him here. Alone, a deserted roof top, face to face with one of the supposed most deadly women he'd ever met.
Medea brushed some imaginary dirt off her hands. "I'm bored now," she said, eyeing him with distaste. "Let's do this and get it over with."
"Fine with me."
He stood where he was, watching her, waiting for her to make the first move. She was looking at him, watching like a hawk, as he mirrored her movements.
Dylan was getting annoyed. ~Oh the hell with this,~ he thought angrily, and threw himself at her.
* * *
Medea sighed heavily. Dylan was so...predictable. She shook her head, sidestepping as he rushed her. She smirked at him with contempt. "Come on Dylan," she sneered at him. "You're supposed to be good."
Dylan stopped, glaring at her. "This is all your fault, you know."
Medea laughed, her cold laughter echoing in the night air. "My fault? Hey, I'm just doing my job, it's not my fault if you can't deal with it. You shouldn't be such a little asshole, should you?"
Dylan launched himself at her a second time. Instead of sidestepping, Medea took him head on. He threw a series of angry punches at her. Medea countered his every move, fast and furious as he was.
The effect became more a fight than a dance. Somewhere overhead a loud clap of thunder boomed. Rain began to pour. Lighting began to flash. Medea shook her head, disgusted.
How pathetically cliché.
Dylan stuck his foot out at an unexpected moment tripping her. Medea cursed. She hated being distracted. While she fumbled to get up, something flashed in the moonlight.
She rolled out the way of the wooden stake quickly. She pulled up short, dangerously close to the edge of the building. She found herself almost hanging off the edge, two stories down.
It might not kill her, but it would break her bones, and even if she would heal up in a remarkably short space of time, falling off a building was not her idea of a good time.
Dylan was smirking. "Looks like you're loosing."
"I don't lose," Medea growled out. She smirked at him, and kicked him hard in the groin, knowing her heeled boot would do some damage.
Dylan cried out and fell to the floor, clutching himself, shouting curses at her. It gave Medea the time she needed to get to her feet.
"Come on," she taunted him. "Get up and let's finish this."
Dylan was on his feet in an instant. With a snarl of rage and anger he threw himself at her. Medea stepped backwards to get out his way. Her foot missed the edge of the building.
She screamed before toppling backwards. Before she knew what was happening Dylan had grabbed her hand. Stopping her.
He was saving her, why?
Medea wasn't focusing her attention on that. The simple touch had blown her mind away. In that instant, everything changed forever.
* * *