When history and Night World get together, it's the best party ever. I have Writers Block, so you get fanfiction, dear anons. This is an actual story, I haven't written it to screw with anyone, or to support gay rights, like with everything I write these days.
'Sanyone watching True Blood? "YOU OWE ME A PLAQUE, STACKHOUSE."
"I am so bored. Forever." Jez groaned, flipping from her back and onto her stomach, somehow executing a kick to Morgead's face, "does anyone have anything to do? Like, a 64, or San Andreas."
"We could play Truth or Da-"
"NO," everyone screamed in Poppy's face. By everyone, I of course mean the G8 of Night World; Jez, Rashel, Poppy, Delos, Morgead, Quinn, Ash and Galen. I say G8, but in reality everyone else was out doing their job of saving the world.
"Why is it that every single plot ever starts off with us being bored off our faces?" Rashel asked as she sharpened a stake, "shouldn't we go to school, or college?"
"I can shoot fire from my fingertips, Rashel," Jez said, "I really don't need an education."
Rashel shoved her spike into Jez's face, the tip a millimetre from her eye, and then she brought it back and placed it next to her leg, "Coffee run, Jezabel?" Rashel asked.
Jez scowled, standing up and edging around the coffee table away from Rashel, "Anyone in?"
Everyone shook their heads, telling her what they wanted, and Jez stalked from the room, grumbling. She grabbed her coat from the overflowing coat hook, retied her doc's, and exited the household, slamming the door extra hard so they could all hear how pissed she was.
"I don't even drink coffee," she muttered, dragging her bike out of the garage and mounting it, "how the hell am I gonna get coffee home on a motor bike, anyway?" She figured that she's burn, I mean cross that bridge when she came to it.
Ten minutes later Jez found herself surrounded by people in a crowded coffee shop, grimacing as she ordered the outlandish amount of coffee out of her own damn money.
"That's all?" The cashier asked, smiling as she took all of Jez's money.
"Yeah, thanks," Jez said, manoeuvring all the coffee around in her arms – good job I'm resistant to heat – and pushed her way out of the coffee shop and the mall to the large parking area.
She was too preoccupied with the coffee and whispering curses and chants under her breath to notice the cylinder roll out from the shadows. Her shoe hit it and she slipped, losing her balance with a shriek and falling backwards to the floor.
Jez would've said she saw her life flash past her if not for the wave of images she was receiving had nothing to do with her, a quick slideshow of human history and blood shed that made her head rock and then-.
The coffee cups smashed into her face, spilling hot coffee everywhere, she shrieked, rolling out the way and standing up.
All was silent.
She was still in the multi storey car park.
She was still wearing her Doc's.
She still had coffee seeping into her goddamn skull.
She winced at the coffee that was everywhere, sighting the cylinder. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands and muttering, "I wasted 30 dollars due to you." It wasn't anything spectacular, a small black cylinder, the black paint was flaking off to reveal a silver undercoat, and it had small chips and dents.
Nonetheless, Jez shoved it into her pocket, replacing her keys with it, and stomped over to her bike, starting it up and setting off home.
Whatever this thing was, she was gonna melt it to death.
"It's just a cylinder, Jez," Thierry sighed, looking it over for the fifth billion time, "I'm sorry about your money."
The G8 had turned into the G12, Jez called a meeting to discuss this death bringing cylinder of money stealing death, "But I saw things, Thierry, things I'd rather not see."
The G12 were tightly packed around the kitchen table, Thierry, Hannah, Ash, Quinn, Delos, Morgead, Jez, Rashel, Maggie, Poppy, Galen, and Keller. Close enough that practically everyone's shoulders were touching.
"You've finally lost it," Ash smirked, taking the cylinder from Thierry, "Jez, babe, I know a doctor that can help yo-"
"Shut up, Ash," Jez snapped, ready to rip out his throat.
"Maybe it reacts to your powers," Hannah said quietly, seizing the cylinder and tapping it, "it wouldn't surprise me."
"Okay, we'll test it, pass," Delos said, "I'm the perfect candidate."
Delos took the cylinder, elongating his teeth and biting his arm lightly, enough to draw blood.
Then his eyes went wide, he began to shake, Maggie grabbed him and shook him whilst everyone else looked on in silence. Delos stopped shaking and burst out laughing, butting the cylinder down, "Nope, nothing in the slightest."
Jez scowled, ridiculed in my own home, she thought as she reached for the cylinder, what assho-
She didn't get the chance to finish that sentence, as her fingers touched the cylinder, and everything became black and painful and unconsciousness consumed her.
Jez awoke surrounded by water, dirt and stones with a throbbing migraine, why won't the light shut up she though to herself before she looked up, finding herself in a stream. Water reeds lined the stream, and a few metres away there was a small settlement. People were beginning to leave their houses, and they didn't look, well, modern in the slightest.
From her side, Rashel hefted herself up, groaning.
They looked at the settlement, then at each other.
"Jez," Rashel said slowly, "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
AAAAAA.
I had more, but, more next chapter!
The "Why won't the light shut up" wasn't a shout out to Arthur Kirkland or anything.