AN: This chapter is contains a character from the fanfic If everything's a Dream, please wake me up. It's way better then SSIF and if you are a fan of the Mortal Instruments Series then it's a must read.
ASTRIL
Another day, why did it have to be another day? The day just brought more sleep and more memories. It'd been so long since he'd fast fed. Good, it ought to stay that way. The decay and waning was a release. If time was running out then what could be more fun then counting the grains of sand in the hour glass.
Couldn't it just stay night?
No, that doesn't happen. In this world there was light. There were a thousand things to remind him of Larry. There was also Sailor moon. No escape from the past by daylight, nowhere to run by moonlight, the walls were closing in all around him.
Every one knows there are few things quite as dangerous as a cornered animal. The same often holds true for vampires. You'd better have plenty of fire and stakes ready when cornering them. So it was that the ancient noble, level 1 sex offender, Astril made a rather questionable decision.
They would go to New York City, they would find a fortuneteller, find out what they needed to know, and then go out in a blaze of glory.
Several Hours, one too many shots, and a hijacked SR-71 black bird later . . .
Do you want a taco? was playing at the club when Astril got there. He'd headed to the Blood Moon. Swagger walk engage!
Astril glided over to the bar women smoothly. They barely even nocked into any of the clubs other denizens on the way there. "Excuse me", said the ancient vampire, "is there a warlock in the house?"
"Yeah", said the bar women. She pointed to a dark booth in the corner. " Thank you very much", responded the friendly neighborhood Sailor moon villain. Every one was so helpful in this nightclub. This was going great.
In fact things were going so great that they decided to take an extra hit of Columbian marching powder. That's the stuff. Things were so much clearer now, or were they?
Regardless, the way that they saw things, the night went started off a something like this.
1. Walk into booth. Why is it so dark?
2. Meet the friendly warlock. The friendly warlock has bat wings. That's cool.
3. Roll for Diplomacy. What? A one? This cannot be!
4. Defecate in trousers repeatedly. Get the mother of all headaches while that white gold slowly wears off.
Now the ancient vampires vision was clear again. They were on top of a table, looking down at a warlock who wasn't the least bit amused. She was beautiful and most likely deadly. "Hey, my names Astril whats yours?". She didn't respond right away. What made this worse is that she looked eerily familiar to a woman who'd tried to kill him about a centaury ago. Had to be a coincidence though right?
"My name is Niennor", she said. She was staring him down now. Maybe it was the way her dark raven hair and black wings blended into the neighboring shadows, or maybe it was the blood red drink she was holding either way Astril didn't like where this was going.
His eyes met hers, her eyes met his, and she said, "Please get off my table". He did, and soon he was seated. Time to do business.
"Some one told me you were a pretty good fortune teller and I'm willing to pay allot of money for that kind of help right now. Name any price and I'll pay it."
"Your soul", she offered with a grin.
"Okay, maybe something a bit lower then that. Like an arm, or a leg, or this big bag of gold I've got in my pocket."
"The gold will do for now. Cause any more trouble and I'll remove your arms free of charge".
"Cool yeah whatever, can I have my fortune now?"
Niennor rolled her eyes and pulled out a stack of tarot cards. She drew six, furrowed her eyebrows, and then set the cards on fire. Next thing she did was close her blood red eyes for a moment.
"In the far far future five young girls will . . ."
"Hold on a minute. Don't you have anything that will help me in the immediate future?"
"Fine, you'll take an arrow to the knee", she said.
"That's it, there isn't anything else?"
"Well, there might be but it wouldn't be immediate enough to warrant your attention", she explained with a devious grin.
Astril placed the gold on the table. Then they got out of the seat and started backing out of the room slowly. Right before the vampire exited they stopped to say, "Thank you". No sooner had the vampire exited then they heard the sound of malevolent laughter.
Meanwhile the DJ had changed the song yet again. This time it was Knee Deep by Job For A Cowboy .
A few of the clubs denizens started grumbling. It wasn't really the DJ's fault though. She was just a janitor filling in for the previous DJ ever since the "accident". Spontaneous combustion is such a tragedy.
Life is precious. Don't throw it way by playing sad songs in a club notorious for it's varied patrons. Some of those patrons just so happen to be warlocks and warlocks like all other manner of supernatural creatures go through painful break ups too. So if the high warlock of Brooklyn ever tells you to change a song then you'd best comply. However that's an Aesop for another story.
The moral of this story is don't fuck with love and justice. Which is what some poor delusional vampire is about to find out in the not so immediate future.
