Where there is writer's block in one story, comes inspiration. I was having
major writer's block for the plot of "Transylvanian Concubine" but totally
got an idea from it! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Witch Hunter Robin or Fiona Apple's Get Gone.
Get Gone: Once Upon a Midnight....
Flames surrounded Robin and Amon. Amon grabbed ahold of Robin's frail hand and led to the only exit that he knew of. Slowly, they made their way out of wreckage, looking back only to make sure the nightmare had been destroyed. And at that moment, Robin knew. She knew that her life would now be changing forever, and she could never return. Never return to her friends, to that place, to STN-J. She stared on at the blaze, watching the life she knew burn down with the building. She turned to Amon who kneeled beside her, catching his breath. Would he really act as her warden or would he tire of her and leave her to demolish in her own power? Only time would tell....
She was odd, Micheal noticed. She still wore the church like garments that Robin had made famous around the STN-J, but her silver eyes held a lost innocence, and her auburn hair was nothing like the unique style of Robin's. It was well beyonf her waist and clipped up behind her ear with a simple black dahlia. In her hands, she always carried a copy of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven", as if it were the Holy Book itself. And that smile, Micheal thought, that smile was what kept him on the edge. It was fake. He knew that. But yet, he lost all suspicions of the new Craft-user when she glanced at him, silver eyes blank but still searching. And even now, as she sat across from him and sipping her coffee, he felt a certain uneasiness. The new Craft-user stood up to go refill her cup, Micheal's eyes never leaving her.
"Strange one, isn't she?" Doujima leaned over on Micheal's desk, resting a cheek on her palm.
"Who?"
"The new recruit. Oh what's her name...."
"Audrey?" Doujima snapped her fingers and grinned.
"Yea! That's it!" Doujima looked over at the hacker who was now standing and staring at the newcomer.
"Audrey? Are you alright?" Audrey stood over a dropped cup of coffee. The steaming liquid formed a puddle around her shoes but didn't faze the girl.
Audrey Morrison could hear them and she could see them gawking at her still form. But she didn't meet their gaze back. She could feel it, that power. She had felt it when she stepped onto Japanese ground and again when she entered the STN-J. And she knew where the power had come from. But how would she find it? She heard her name called once more before turning towards the couple with a sincere smile.
"Yes? I'm sorry. I just dazed off. A side effect of my Craft." She peered down at the coffee and searched for a rag, almost knocking over the entire pot itself. Micheal pressed his hand against her's, trying to reassure her nerves.
"Why don't you get some fresh air?" Audrey nodded softly, knowing that's what she really needed.
Outside, Audrey felt a bit calmer. She walked the streets still felling different but more accepted than before. Her blue coat swayed from side to side at her ankles, almost making her look childlike. She twirled a lock of chocolate hair around her finger and crossed the street to the other side. Hopefully, a meal could help her gather back her composure. But the karma around her grew dark, as all humans vanished from her vision. It was her Craft. Her mind crawled through the darkness to a light in alleyway by a bicycle. Audrey followed the light to the backstreet, hoping it wasn't whom she anticipated. She leaned agaisnt a wall and took in a deep breath, saying a soft prayer that a nun had taught her when she was first transported to the church.
Slowly she turned the corner, her Craft ready to use if necessary. The air escaped her lungs as her target hopped onto the bicycle and sped away. Audrey slid down the wall into a low crouch. Why was she given this case? They knew she couldn't kill anyone. Especially the Craft user known as Robin. The karma drifted back to reality, showing every human in Audrey's view. Beside the area where the bike was parked lay a yellow trail of magic, pointing to where Robin was now staying. Audrey stood and began to follow the trail, hiding any evidence that she was there. A faint pulse then began to beat in her hands. The book had also felt Robin's presence.
Robin feared she had been seen and realized her accusations were true when she felt the spirit of another person. And not just any person, but a Craft-user. How quickly STN-J had replaced her. No matter. Robin had made another life for herself. Even if it meant traveling from city to city with a cold man who rarely said an entire sentence to her. On good days, she would get a "Did anybody see you?" or "Next time get here more quickly." On bad days, she would get a simple "You're late." or an icy glare. Robin sighed as she wondered if Amon would ever open up to her. She pedaled faster, trying to gain more time to avoid another time lecture from the former hunter but skidded to a stop as Amon walked out in front of her.
"Amon!," Robin exclaimed as she fell to the cement on her rear. "What are you doing here?" Amon yanked her up from the street, never letting her try to fix the rip she had accumulated from Amon's sudden appearance. They began to run, no where in particular as far as Robin was concerned. But Amon seemed terrified, even desperate to escape the city.
About three blocks away, a lone Audrey walked the streets, her mind following the running couple. Inertly, she raised her hand, an eerie violet orb forming in her palm. The former silver eyes now gleamed with a bright ivory and the wind seemed to pick up at that very instant. Words that hadn't been spoken for centuries were now being uttered by her lips as they formed an evil grin.
Amon and Robin reached the end of the alleyway only to be pushed back by an unknown force. A spiritual barrier kept them from leaving the city. Amon's eyes turned into thin slits of anger as gasped Robin's forearm tightly, making her cry out in pain. He then pulled his gun out from underneath his jacket. The gun he only used for emergencies...
"Did you do this?!" Robin squirmed in his deathly grip.
"Do what?! Let go of me! You're hurting me, Amon!"
"Were you being followed by anyone?!" He focused on Robin's gaze and let his arm drop. "It doesn't matter now. We're stuck here now."
Audrey dropped her palm and continued to walk back to STN-J. The first part of her plan had been completed. Robin could not run from her much longer. She hummed a light tune to herself as she walked down the street before a decrepid old hand yanked down on her full locks. Audrey yelped in pain and rubbed at the spot. An old man stood beside her, a wide brim black hat covering most of his features.
"Did you rid of the girl?"
"Patience is a virtue you know."
"Patience is something I don't have!!" Audrey waved a hand in front of his face.
"Ye of little faith, my friend."
"Don't get smart with me girl!" Thunder clapped in the background as the old man's voice rose. Audrey sent mental daggers through the elderly man, causing him to double over in pain.
"Don't try my patience,Christian. I hold your life in the palm of my hand - don't forget that!" The old man managed to stand upright and grace the girl's cheek with his wrinkly finger.
"I'm sorry. But it's because of that Robin that I am the way I am today." Audrey pulled away from Christian's reach.
"No, it is because of your carelessness that you are the way you are." She returned to her tune, her silver eyes returning to their natural state.
Next chapter: Amon's betrayal.
Get Gone: Once Upon a Midnight....
Flames surrounded Robin and Amon. Amon grabbed ahold of Robin's frail hand and led to the only exit that he knew of. Slowly, they made their way out of wreckage, looking back only to make sure the nightmare had been destroyed. And at that moment, Robin knew. She knew that her life would now be changing forever, and she could never return. Never return to her friends, to that place, to STN-J. She stared on at the blaze, watching the life she knew burn down with the building. She turned to Amon who kneeled beside her, catching his breath. Would he really act as her warden or would he tire of her and leave her to demolish in her own power? Only time would tell....
She was odd, Micheal noticed. She still wore the church like garments that Robin had made famous around the STN-J, but her silver eyes held a lost innocence, and her auburn hair was nothing like the unique style of Robin's. It was well beyonf her waist and clipped up behind her ear with a simple black dahlia. In her hands, she always carried a copy of Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven", as if it were the Holy Book itself. And that smile, Micheal thought, that smile was what kept him on the edge. It was fake. He knew that. But yet, he lost all suspicions of the new Craft-user when she glanced at him, silver eyes blank but still searching. And even now, as she sat across from him and sipping her coffee, he felt a certain uneasiness. The new Craft-user stood up to go refill her cup, Micheal's eyes never leaving her.
"Strange one, isn't she?" Doujima leaned over on Micheal's desk, resting a cheek on her palm.
"Who?"
"The new recruit. Oh what's her name...."
"Audrey?" Doujima snapped her fingers and grinned.
"Yea! That's it!" Doujima looked over at the hacker who was now standing and staring at the newcomer.
"Audrey? Are you alright?" Audrey stood over a dropped cup of coffee. The steaming liquid formed a puddle around her shoes but didn't faze the girl.
Audrey Morrison could hear them and she could see them gawking at her still form. But she didn't meet their gaze back. She could feel it, that power. She had felt it when she stepped onto Japanese ground and again when she entered the STN-J. And she knew where the power had come from. But how would she find it? She heard her name called once more before turning towards the couple with a sincere smile.
"Yes? I'm sorry. I just dazed off. A side effect of my Craft." She peered down at the coffee and searched for a rag, almost knocking over the entire pot itself. Micheal pressed his hand against her's, trying to reassure her nerves.
"Why don't you get some fresh air?" Audrey nodded softly, knowing that's what she really needed.
Outside, Audrey felt a bit calmer. She walked the streets still felling different but more accepted than before. Her blue coat swayed from side to side at her ankles, almost making her look childlike. She twirled a lock of chocolate hair around her finger and crossed the street to the other side. Hopefully, a meal could help her gather back her composure. But the karma around her grew dark, as all humans vanished from her vision. It was her Craft. Her mind crawled through the darkness to a light in alleyway by a bicycle. Audrey followed the light to the backstreet, hoping it wasn't whom she anticipated. She leaned agaisnt a wall and took in a deep breath, saying a soft prayer that a nun had taught her when she was first transported to the church.
Slowly she turned the corner, her Craft ready to use if necessary. The air escaped her lungs as her target hopped onto the bicycle and sped away. Audrey slid down the wall into a low crouch. Why was she given this case? They knew she couldn't kill anyone. Especially the Craft user known as Robin. The karma drifted back to reality, showing every human in Audrey's view. Beside the area where the bike was parked lay a yellow trail of magic, pointing to where Robin was now staying. Audrey stood and began to follow the trail, hiding any evidence that she was there. A faint pulse then began to beat in her hands. The book had also felt Robin's presence.
Robin feared she had been seen and realized her accusations were true when she felt the spirit of another person. And not just any person, but a Craft-user. How quickly STN-J had replaced her. No matter. Robin had made another life for herself. Even if it meant traveling from city to city with a cold man who rarely said an entire sentence to her. On good days, she would get a "Did anybody see you?" or "Next time get here more quickly." On bad days, she would get a simple "You're late." or an icy glare. Robin sighed as she wondered if Amon would ever open up to her. She pedaled faster, trying to gain more time to avoid another time lecture from the former hunter but skidded to a stop as Amon walked out in front of her.
"Amon!," Robin exclaimed as she fell to the cement on her rear. "What are you doing here?" Amon yanked her up from the street, never letting her try to fix the rip she had accumulated from Amon's sudden appearance. They began to run, no where in particular as far as Robin was concerned. But Amon seemed terrified, even desperate to escape the city.
About three blocks away, a lone Audrey walked the streets, her mind following the running couple. Inertly, she raised her hand, an eerie violet orb forming in her palm. The former silver eyes now gleamed with a bright ivory and the wind seemed to pick up at that very instant. Words that hadn't been spoken for centuries were now being uttered by her lips as they formed an evil grin.
Amon and Robin reached the end of the alleyway only to be pushed back by an unknown force. A spiritual barrier kept them from leaving the city. Amon's eyes turned into thin slits of anger as gasped Robin's forearm tightly, making her cry out in pain. He then pulled his gun out from underneath his jacket. The gun he only used for emergencies...
"Did you do this?!" Robin squirmed in his deathly grip.
"Do what?! Let go of me! You're hurting me, Amon!"
"Were you being followed by anyone?!" He focused on Robin's gaze and let his arm drop. "It doesn't matter now. We're stuck here now."
Audrey dropped her palm and continued to walk back to STN-J. The first part of her plan had been completed. Robin could not run from her much longer. She hummed a light tune to herself as she walked down the street before a decrepid old hand yanked down on her full locks. Audrey yelped in pain and rubbed at the spot. An old man stood beside her, a wide brim black hat covering most of his features.
"Did you rid of the girl?"
"Patience is a virtue you know."
"Patience is something I don't have!!" Audrey waved a hand in front of his face.
"Ye of little faith, my friend."
"Don't get smart with me girl!" Thunder clapped in the background as the old man's voice rose. Audrey sent mental daggers through the elderly man, causing him to double over in pain.
"Don't try my patience,Christian. I hold your life in the palm of my hand - don't forget that!" The old man managed to stand upright and grace the girl's cheek with his wrinkly finger.
"I'm sorry. But it's because of that Robin that I am the way I am today." Audrey pulled away from Christian's reach.
"No, it is because of your carelessness that you are the way you are." She returned to her tune, her silver eyes returning to their natural state.
Next chapter: Amon's betrayal.
