The Vengeance of the Vulture
Disclaimer: I do not own Night World. Or Rashel, nor do I own Quinn. No character writes. Just writing a fic for leisure, don't feel the need to fire up any sort of legal matters.
-Chapter 1-
The building was a mess.
Rashel Jordan's eyes grew wide as she took in the damage, unsure what to think of it.
Disarrayed shutters, broken windows, the door about to fall off its hinges. This scene was the first to apply to her vision, but it was definitely not nearly as crude as the splatters of dark, crimson red on the sides of the brownstone apartment building.
This all indicated the obvious: an invasion. If the outside was in this bad of condition, what would its insides tell? Her vision showed sheer destruction at this point.
Sliding her bokken out of its sheath, Rashel balanced herself. The stake was laid against her thigh, with her hand grasping its steely handle, prepared to give a swift and heavy blow if needed. She moved her legs, positioning them so her weight was on her back foot. She was prepared to give a deadly snap-kick to whomever or whatever came her way.
The Boston air held a hushed silence- the kind that screamed bad news. A deserted quiet.
A dark, tense reverie loomed overhead, thick enough to cut.
Rashel slipped inside the building, grimacing at the loud groan resounding through the empty halls as she eased open the door.
Eerie quiet settled in her ears. If there were any intruders, they were going to fight, not flee. And Rashel was right there with them.
It was extremely crucial that she never turn her back to an open space from here on out. Doing so would mean trouble- or even death. She couldn't afford to make even the smallest mistake. The cost would surely be her life.
Attempting to avoid shattered glass that was strewn across the room, she slid along a wall, taking every pre-caution her brain told her.
Slowly but stealthily, making her way to an adjoining room, she listened intently.
Rashel's highly trained ears could hear the most nonchalant sound, even the faintest of breaths in times of need. Being snuck up on wasn't going to be a conspicuous issue.
Glancing around, her eyes took in bodies lying everywhere. All of which belonged to the categories of being badly injured or dead.
She needed to be cautious. The whole scene rang out callous slaughter, a savage ambush. There were no doubts that whoever, or, rather, whatever had done this was still present, lurking in the unseen shadows.
But forgetting everything she'd learned in training, she rushed to the side of a boy with blonde hair and muscular shoulders. His normally stern expression showed only pain.
"Steve?" Rashel whispered, incredulous. "Who did this?"
The eyes fluttered open at the sound of her voice, widening slightly at the sight of her. His pained blue eyes met her tense green ones before closing once more.
Rashel felt tears threaten to spill over her lashes, but she forced them away. She needed to be strong and not show any signs of weakness in order to figure out and make sense of this horrible situation.
Steve was her boyfriend, a person who meant a significant importance to her. Whoever had messed with him was in for it. She opened her mouth to speak again, but halted as her instincts prickled.
A sudden boom ruptured her eardrums, and an explosion threw Rashel across the room.
Jen, I can't thank you enough for everything you did to this. What I had before was basically a book's spine... you added all the pages. (: Last upload's thoughts.
Jen, I love you so fucking much, you don't even realise. Everything you've done for not only this story but for me…Words can't even come close to describing how amazing you are. You've opened me up to a world where I shouldn't have a fear about anything, and that's how it should be. Loveee you. This upload's thoughts.
-Lur