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Chapter 14

The Doctor had set the engine on the Tardis to run. The term 'if looks could kill' ran through my mind as he glanced at me. He really didn't want me here and I had no idea why. I felt a bit odd but given the situation I was in, that might be par for the course. He didn't say a word to me and I didn't really know what to say to him. Rose was stirring on the floor and I was about to help her up when it started happening again. No, no! I've only been here a few hours, maybe a day! I groaned in pain as the symbols on my arm appeared and the pendant began to reveal itself on my chest. The Doctor momentarily forgot about his dislike of me and stepped aside to get a better view. Reality warped around me and I reached out to grab the console, a railing, anything to keep me from being sucked into the black hole that appeared behind me. I couldn't hear what was being said but I could see him mouth the word, 'fantastic!' as darkness closed in around me again.

309 C.E.

Jana kept a careful watch over the twins as they played in the field. They were eight years old and were the personification of beauty. Elya and Alexi were the things that she fought for now. The world be damned, if her two children couldn't be saved then nothing else mattered to her. Vasska had broken all contact with the Order and together, they'd hidden the artifacts that she was meant to be carrying around while she did her duty as the Slayer. The pendant was wrapped in the hood she'd torn from the cloak. She'd hidden them within the home she had built with the man who was now her husband. The Order would be searching for them but for now, they would remain out of sight.

Jana smiled at the children as they shrieked in joy when their father appeared from the forest, carrying the wood they needed for the fire. They lived on the outskirts of the village the children were born in. She worked in the bakery still and Vasska had taken a job working for the blacksmith. They made a good living and the children were well cared for. Jana would fight the darkness when it came near to the village but otherwise kept to herself. There was always that fear of the Order, though. She continued her duties but they would want her to do more. They would demand her children be taken for training and she would never see them again. They would demand that she sacrifice. She had already sacrificed so much.

Vasska had grown strong during his work and it had shown in his physique. Where he'd been lean before, now muscle was present. Jana would do the hunting for the family and often came back with venison. They were a well-fed family. He grinned at the children as they laughed and chased each other while trailing behind him. He was carrying enough wood to get them through the cool evening to come. Their small house was going to be very warm tonight. They did not have any luxury to speak of inside. There were woven mats for each of the children and for his bride and himself. Vasska suspected that Jana was with child again, though he did not know for sure. She had not bled this past month. He would wait another month before poaching the subject. He placed the wood in a pile next to the doorway and was preparing to enter the house when he saw something that made his blood run cold. Banners in the distance. Banners he knew too well. The Order of the Watchers had found them. He shouted to Jana and she whipped her head around, her face opening up to one of shock.

Jana ran into the house and found the patch of dirt they all studiously ignored. It was easy enough for her to dig the two feet down to grab the wooden box that held the bundle she was after. Racing outside, she ran to the two horses that they owned and mounted the grey one in one go. She grabbed the reins of the black one and galloped towards Vasska, who had already picked up a child under each arm. He thrust Elya onto Jana's horse and then Alexi onto the one that he mounted. They began riding hard towards the road that lay just inside the forest. They needed to run. They needed to hide.

Danni

I woke up in darkness. It was warm around me but there was a breeze, telling me I was outside. I groaned as I felt how stiff the muscles in my left wrist were. I really didn't want to be here. I really just wanted to get back to Lucian. I'd spent centuries pining after him in secret and now that I finally had him, he was stolen away from me. I stood up and noticed I was surrounded by trees. Another forest. Great. Deciding that I didn't want to wander around in the dark, I rose up into the sky and found a sprawling county before me. It wasn't massive but it wasn't small either. With a sigh, I flew forward until I felt that I would be able to navigate easily and then descended to the ground. A sign nearby declared that I was about to enter, or exit rather, a Radcliff Park. Across the street was a movie theater and it appeared that people were just starting to pour out. One street sign told me that I was at the corner of Maple Court and State Street.

I blended in with the crowd as easily as people disbursed in different directions. I was feeling more and more depressed when I heard a cry for help. Looking around, no one else seemed to hear it. Or, if they did hear it, they were very studiously ignoring it. What is wrong with these people? I thought as I listened for the cry to come again. It sounded from an alleyway only a few feet from the street. It was dark and terrifying for mortals, so that explained why they didn't move to help. Clenching a fist and needing to work out some of my rage and frustration, I decided to get into something I probably shouldn't. Once I got far enough down the dark alleyway, I saw the person crying for help. She was a teenager, maybe fourteen years old with long brown hair, a tan and perfect makeup. Her clothes spoke of upper class but were dated. Definitely nineties. She was on the ground, getting filth on her back as she tried to crawl away from a man whose back was to me.

"Hey, what's the problem here?" I called. The man stopped and chuckled.

"Two for the price of one tonight, eh? I think this is my lucky night," he mused as he turned around. I held a look of disgust as I looked at him clearly in the moonlight. He was dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans with a denim jacket. He had long, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and yellow eyes with a really screwed up face. His menacing grin held canines. What. The. Fuck?

"I highly doubt it," I responded in disgust. Whatever this guy was, he was going to be toast in just a moment. I hadn't had a whole lot of time to process the events that I'd just experienced in the last 72 hours and I really wanted to make someone, or something, pay. He let an animalistic roar out before he started charging me. I delivered a punishing right hook and cross that sent him back a few feet. The girl on the floor behind him was transfixed on us, not moving at all. I gave her a look and pointed to the busy street behind me and she seemed to get the hint pretty quickly. She was up and running past us before he could stop her. The creature was pretty pissed off about that. He ran towards me with the intent of causing great bodily harm and I grabbed a piece of metal from the ground that looked pretty sharp and used it as a blade. I sliced at him and he laughed.

"You don't know anything, do you? Metal can't hurt me!" he knocked the piece of scrap from my hand and I delivered a massive kick to his chest. He fell down to his back and a sick, wet thud sounded. He looked to his chest, as did I, and realized he'd fallen onto a broken pile of pallet wood. He had begun to curse out loud when he combusted into dust. My jaw fell open. That was it? A bit of wood to the chest and this thing would become dust? No. Nope. Not possible. I must have hit my head pretty badly this time, I thought as I backed away from the dusty wood in front of me. I went back to the crowded streets and looked around for the girl I'd just saved. She was long gone. Good. She shouldn't be out at night without her parents anyway.

I noticed a newspaper dispenser and looked for some indication of where I was. Of when I was. I found a little bit of change on the ground and used it to purchase the paper. I was relieved to see that I was in the USA again. I glanced at the date and groaned. Welcome to Sunnydale, California in September 1996, I thought to myself sarcastically. A place I never heard of before and, apparently, infested with something that looked pretty nasty and dies if you stick a twig in its chest. I was tempted to think it was a vampire but, come on. Really? A twig? I'd seen vampires that had survived a hell of a lot worse than that. I'd survived worse than that. I noticed a man wearing a dark button-down shirt and dress pants staring at me and I didn't like his gaze. He looked like a pretty boy. I didn't like pretty boys.

I decided to find some place to hole up for the night and picked a direction in which to walk. I could defend myself easily, so I didn't feel the need to stick with people. After a while, I came across a motel and just as it was turning to midnight, according to the clock in the main office. I would have to work something out with this guy because all of my money was gone. I had nothing. Except this watch I got in the last universe. What did they say it was made from? Silver and gold and something else… I could get a room here for a night and pawn it in the morning. That'll get me started for now. Might even get enough for false documents. It was the first break I'd had all night.

In the morning, I started out with the pawn shop. I managed to get a few thousand for the watch, which was strange considering that it shouldn't have been worth that much. I managed to get some information on where I could get forged documents. It didn't take me long to get things sorted out for the picture for a driver's license, social security number and passport. The guy even fabricated a work history with some references and phone numbers. It took half of what I had gotten for the watch, which was quite a bargain. It struck me as odd that they would be so cheap with the forged documents in a small town. Especially since these were coming from a guy who actually worked for the US government. I used one of the aliases I was fond of and this guy was able to get everything together.

With all these new documents, I went back to the motel and paid for the previous night and for the next two weeks in advance. I would need a place to go tonight. I went to a local store and, after a lot of frowning and disgusted looks at the selection, bought clothes appropriate for a job interview. I wanted to find some kind of income. I needed a job that would be inconspicuous. And where I could do research. I was tired of being pulled into other worlds. I wanted to go back to the one where I'd made a life for myself. I wanted to go back to Lucian. I could picture him clearly in my mind. It made the ache in my heart throb. I put in applications all over town. It was tough putting down the phone number of the motel I was staying at instead of the mobile phone number I'd had memorized for the last fifteen years. I couldn't wait to get a mobile phone here.

I went to the local hospital and managed to break into their blood bank with little trouble. They seemed to have very little security. I stole a cooler and about twenty bags of blood. I didn't want to get greedy; twenty bags would hopefully last me a short while. I had no idea what kind of metabolism I'd developed but I hoped that one or two per day would be enough. My next stop after I dropped the cooler off was to the grocery store. I'd been able to keep the burger and fries that Rose had given me in the last universe, so I had the feeling that I would be able to eat normal food without any difficulty. That would be helpful with keeping up human appearances.

When I got back to the motel, I turned on the TV and adjusted the bunny ears on top to get a signal. Nothing was really on but I just needed the noise. I did some cooking with the fresh groceries I'd gotten. It was a beef stew with tomatoes, carrots, potatoes and corn. I was using new pots and pans, dishes and silverware because I didn't trust the stuff that I'd found in the cupboards. I dished everything into a bowl and put in a handful of crushed crackers. Dinner was quiet, aside from the noise from the TV. There wasn't a whole lot of shows on that I could get into. I sighed as I finished my bowl and placed the rest of the stew into the fridge. A few hours later, I drank half a blood bag. I wasn't really hungry for it just yet. I found myself pleased by this; I might be able to go without blood entirely. That would be a major plus. I decided to head to bed. I was very tired.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of a phone ringing next to the bed. I grabbed the headset groggily. "Hello?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Daenerys Wolfe? Is this her residence?" a male voice on the other end asked. I propped myself up in bed and nodded before realizing they couldn't see me.

"Yes, that's me."

"My name is Robert Flutie, I'm the principal of Sunnydale High School. How are you today?"

"I'm doing very well, thank you. What can I do for you?"

"You came by yesterday to apply for a position as an assistant librarian and as a secretary?"

"Yes, either position would be of interest to me," I replied as I sat up.

"Well, it seems we have an opening in the library. The assistant librarian that we have now has been fired for being absent from work for the last week and a half and not contacting the school to be excused. I'd like to have you come in to interview with the current librarian and myself to see if you would be a good fit."

"That would be fantastic. I'm available today and tomorrow. Which works best for you?"

"I can see you this afternoon at 2:30. Is that okay?"

"That works for me. I'll see you then. Thank you, Mr. Flutie."

I hung up and wondered at my luck for a moment. How in the hell does that happen? They wait over a week to fire someone for not coming in to work? I shrugged and got up. I made some breakfast, a simple meal of eggs, ham and toast. I watched the news. There was something about bikers on PCP killing a small group of teenagers the night before. Their blood had been drained and they'd been left in a park. I had no idea gangs on PCP had a fetish for blood, I mused, not at all fooled. That was the dumbest idea someone had ever thought of for a cover story.

I shaved my legs in the shower and used a body scrub to make my skin really shine. I washed and conditioned my hair. Once I was out of the shower and my hair had been wrapped in a towel, I put on the fresh clothes I'd just gotten from the store. I looked myself over and then pulled my hair out of the towel. I didn't feel like doing anything crazy with it, so I braided it back and then I coiled it into a bun at the back of my head. It worked out perfectly. I put on a pair of flats and examined how I looked. I looked every bit the librarian's assistant. All that was missing were a pair of glasses. I was wearing a button down shirt, a pencil skirt and a blazer. I hated how hideous the pads on the shoulders were, so I cut them out. I was wearing a gold chain necklace with a small crescent moon and a pair of gold hoop earrings.

I looked over the resume that had been provided and memorized the information there. Then I stood up and walked over to the grocery bag filled with makeup. I applied it carefully, trying to make myself look older than the 23 years that I'd been frozen at for 578 years. I gazed at myself and when I was satisfied that I looked closer to 30 than 20 years old, I nodded to myself. I picked up my purse and sorted out all of the documents I would need for this job interview. I put everything away and then decided to go out for lunch. I was going to test my limits today and see if I could go without blood the whole day and only drink it at night. I didn't desire the taste of blood so far, so that was good.

After I got ready for the interview, my day seemed to pass in a blur. The interview with Mr. Flutie went well. He was a very pleasant man, a little nervous, but pleasant. He offered me the job on the spot and I was more than happy to accept. He showed me around the school, which was in session with a few students wandering the halls. I walked into the library and met Mr. Jeffrey Jefferson. I raised an eyebrow at that but didn't comment. I was told that after I filled out the appropriate paperwork, I would be able to start the next Monday. That was fine with me.

By nightfall, I'd gone out to eat dinner and I was on my way back to the motel when I saw that man again. He was wearing a leather jacket this time with a white shirt and dark-wash jeans. He was staring at me and I was starting to get fed up with it. I decided to approach him straight out. He continued to stare at me evenly as I approached, not even flinching when I got too close.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

"I could ask you the same question," he responded cryptically.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I retorted, waving my hands in the air in exasperation. "You were eyeballing me last night and it was pretty creepy. What are you, my own personal Phantom Menace?"

Now he looked confused. I had to pull back on my pop culture references. This is 1996. George Lucas isn't coming out with Episode One for another couple years.

"Look, I don't know what you're hoping to get from me, okay? I just got into town last night and I really don't have time to deal with creeps who want… whatever it is you want. What's your name?"

"Gregory."

"Gregory. Great. Good for you. Now get lost."

"Don't you want to know why I've been following you?" he asked.

"Not really," I responded as I turned back towards the motel that had been just across the street. He grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"That was my friend you killed last night," he growled and his face contorted to that freakish appearance the creature from last night had. Not to be outdone, I turned to my Hybrid form and growled back. He tried to grab at my throat and I dodged, broke the arm attached to the hand on me, and then slashed my hand through his throat deep enough to decapitate him. He crumbled to dust with a look of surprise on his face. Stupid bastard. I looked around quickly to see if anyone had seen what I'd done and was relieved that I was still alone. I reverted back to a human appearance and hurried to the motel room. I washed the blood that covered my hands away and took off my clothes. I made a mental note to avoid going out at night unless I had to, or else to go out with some kind of bladed weapons. I wouldn't want to have to deal with anymore of the creepy crawlies that Sunnydale had to offer.

I shelved a few more books according to the Dewy Decimal system with a sigh. I'd been in this universe for nearly a month now and my research had revealed nothing so far. It wasn't like back with Lucian, where I had access to as many sources as money could purchase. I had nothing here. I found myself wishing I'd been sent here during the dark ages. I could have amassed an amazing wealth off of the thieves that would have tried to stalk me in the forest at night. As it was, I had made it a little bit of a habit to turn myself into bait a couple nights a week so that I could kill these creatures that, after a little research revealed, were actually vampires. In this universe, vampires weren't the result of a virus that manipulated you on the genetic level. They were a demon possessing a human corpse. I felt nothing but satisfaction when I would slaughter them. I had made it a little bit of a habit to paralyze my new prey so that I could rob them of the valuables they'd stolen from their own victims. It was a little more lucrative than I cared to admit. I got a cool $2,000 one night from a couple of bloods that decided to live it up a little bit.

My stomach rumbled with hunger and I went over to the office I'd been assigned when I started. It was much smaller than Mr. Jefferson's office but it was still cozy. I pulled out a bag with a container of chili I'd made and popped it into the microwave. The smell of the tomato, spices, meat and peppers filled the offices and my mouth watered. I'd been testing myself for any allergies since realizing that I could eat regular food as a viable option. I could eat anything I wanted. The only thing that I had discovered was that if I didn't drink blood on a regular basis, my healing abilities were greatly diminished. I would heal closer to the rate of a human. I had decided to keep blood on hand at home in case of injury but I hadn't needed it too much since purchasing the blades I had hidden under my long jacket.

I pulled the bowl of chili out of the microwave when it finished and sprinkled a little bit of cheese on top from the mini fridge I'd bought for my office space. I pulled out a spoon and stirred it up to release some of the steam and to make sure the cheese was in every bite before I crushed some crackers and mixed that in too. I ate slowly and carefully. I was reading through an old manuscript as I finished the last of my meal when nausea swept over me. It grew more and more intense until I couldn't ignore it any longer and reached wildly for the trash bin under my desk. I heaved out the contents of my stomach completely just as Mr. Jefferson walked though my door. The look on his face was of disgust. His whitish, thinning hair was in slight disarray.

"Why didn't you say you were sick, girl?" he asked with a sneer of disgust. I grabbed a napkin from my desk and wiped my mouth and nose.

"I wasn't sick until just now," I responded as I tied up the bag in the bin so that it wouldn't stink up the place.

"Then go. I won't be catching whatever it is you have. Take the rest of the week."

"I can't do that! That isn't fair to you," I protested.

"You're salaried. You'll still be paid. Go on. Get out of here. I can finish up your work for today."

I picked up my purse and put my empty lunch container in my lunch bag. I waved at him as I left and he remained behind the counter, as far as he could be from me. I didn't blame him. I found it odd that I was sick at all. Lycans never got sick and I would imagine that the same would be for Hybrids. I walked home slowly and enjoyed the sunlight on my skin. I was wearing a dress that went to my knees and a cardigan that I'd rolled up to my elbows. I was halfway to the apartment I'd rented only two weeks before when my stomach twisted again. I stumbled towards the nearest trash can and emptied my stomach again. A thin sheen of sweat covered my forehead. Perhaps I was wrong.

I spent the next several days monitoring my temperature, which never became abnormal. I would throw up once or twice a day, usually early on and then I'd be fine later. I started drinking blood in the evenings to keep up my strength. By the fifth day, I had an inkling of what it might be that was causing me to be sick but I didn't want to make assumptions. I went to a pharmacy once I was feeling a bit better. I made my purchase and tore into the packaging when I got home. The instructions were easily followed and soon I was waiting next to the clock for the timer to go off. I stared at the little sticks, as I'd used both in the package, with trepidation. I couldn't deny that two tests, two results were exactly the same. I'm pregnant.