I probably shouldn't start another fic, but this one has been bugging me for a while. So... here we have Soulmates, a VHOC and DOC fic. Please review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing except what I made up. Fair enough.
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Lucia Craft jumped.
She jumped from the top of the tall, abandoned house and time seemed to slow down as she soared through the air to land on the top of a train speeding through the woods. Glad she had made the jump, she collapsed, exhausted. It was odd to ride on the top of a train, but Lucia did it all the time.
She stood up again, satisfied that she was safe now and, stroking the pistols at her thighs softly, she walked towards the door onto the train. It was a small, square hole in the roof- what these doors' actual purpose was, Lucia never knew, but she figured they were pretty handy as she opened it and dropped into the corridor. This carriage was lined with compartments on either side, and she walked to the nearest one, opening the door.
The woman inside looked up at her, her expression one of shock. Lucia could understand why she got odd looks.
Lucia was a willowy woman, easily five and a half feet tall, pleasantly slim. She had a beautiful yet strange oval-shaped face, and pale skin that contrasted vividly with her huge, dark sapphire eyes. Her thick, heavy dark brown hair fell to the middle of her back. At that moment, Lucia was dressed in a practically indecent lacy black silk camisole, one worn not to show off her body but to keep her cool as she fought. Lucia also wore a big, baggy black shirt open on top of the camisole. This shirt had originally belonged to Gabriel Van Helsing, another member of the Holy Order, though Lucia had never met him. Jinette had given her the shirt for good luck. She wore tight leather trousers tucked into huge, heeled boots. Around her neck was a huge silver cross on a cord- a gift from her father. Her hair was braided, but a long fight had led to some of it falling loose around her face. A deep red gash was visible on her shoulder blade. She was also heavily armed. A pistol was strapped to each thigh, an automatic crossbow hanging down her back. A silver stake and what looked like a small explosive device hung from her belt. A dagger was tucked into one boot.
She smiled at the woman. "Can I sit here?" When she recieved a blank, confused look from the woman, she decided to do the logical thing and try Spanish. She was, after all, in Spain. "¿Puedo sentarme yo aquí?"
The woman, exotic-looking and middle aged, nodded and smiled. "Sí, sí."
"Gracias," Lucia smiled, crossing over to the seat opposite and sitting down.
"¿Usted es española?" asked the woman.
Lucia shook her head. "Soy inglesa."
"¿Cómo se llama usted?" asked the woman.
"Me llamo Lucia Craft." Lucia saw the woman's eyes widen in shock. Lucia was becoming well-known in Europe, as a dark figure who appeared at scenes of murder, death and monsters.
CRASH.
The carriage jerked dangerously as something heavy whacked against the other side. There was a loud metallic bang as something landed on the roof. Lucia's head jerked up as she listened intently. She heard something land in the corridor outside, heard screams and banging...
Lucia stood up, drawing her pistols automatically and heading for the door. But it burst open just as she reached it, and she found herself staring into eyes that seemed deep and souless. Before she had a chance to register this new arrival properly, she suddenly felt weak and heavy.
All went dark.
TBC.