Title: An Unforgettable Death
By: Verna
Disclaimer: See Previous Chapter
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When I jumped into that portal, I don't know what I expected to happen. I don't remember if I thought I would find myself in another dimension or if I would just die. Was I scared? yes. I was plunging off a tower for Christ's sake! But I knew I had to. I don't know why but I HAD to.
And so when I woke up in a strange room with nothing in it save the bed I was laying on and a door. From the other side of the door I heard many voices talking and laughing and crying.
Standing up I found my knees a bit weak and fell over. But I was determined to find out where I was. So I brushed my self off and stood up. I reached for the door with a confident manner and pulled it open. A great blue light pour forth from the crack in the doorway and as I pulled it all the way open, the light faded and I stood looking at what must have been heaven.
There were hundreds of girls. Girls of all ages all absorbed in their own world. And their own world seemed to materialize around them. i saw a girl who could not have been more than eleven crying in the arms of a ghost like man and they were surrounded by a faded backdrop of a cozy house. They were both dressed in clothing that looked like it came out of the little house on the prairie set. All their surroundings were all faded like that. Like a ghost kinda thing.
One girl was fighting a vampire and I could see the faded almost image of the vampire and the warehouse she was fighting him in. She looked like she was from the 80's. Another girl dance to unheard music before a ghostly audience. And yet another was screaming cruses at a faintly seen attacker.
"Hello?" I called uncertain what to do.
"They can't hear you unless you go into their world. It's their memories. They are remembering." Said a voice to my right.
I turned around to face it and found myself out of the strange place and sitting in a velvet chair across from a girl about my age with black hair and civil war era clothing.
"Welcome to mine" she said.
"I... Wha..." I couldn't figure this out. What the hell was this?
"I know. I went through it too. When I died. You do know you're dead right?" Her face seemed so pure and concerned. Screw it. I wanted answers.
"What the hell is going on here? Who the hell are you? Why am I HERE?"
"She gave me a cool look before responding. "You died. You were the slayer. Now you are here. You are HERE because you stepped into MY memory. My name is Luna."
"Oh" I managed to say. This was going to be ranked among my Strangest experiences.
"I was the slayer too. Then I died. It happens to us all. You can go and talk to any one here but soon you'll be lost in your own memories."
"So. Slayer huh? All of them out there? Wow. and I thought it was just me and Faith. So. How do I get out of here?" Shit, now I was starting to sounded like Faith!
"Go back the way you came. But... be careful. When I died I walked into the wrong memories. Some of them are reliving how they died. Over and over. You'll go mad. You can still go crazy when you are dead. We are do. That's why we have the memories. to escape the others' memories. Some times a slayer can forget her own past long enough to come and visit. Don't worry. If you drop in on anyone they'll be very nice. No one here is very rude." She gave me a cryptic smile and then returned to the sewing in her lap.
I turned around and found myself back where all the memories were blending together. Turning my head I could see Luna in her Parlor sewing a ghost of a dress. I was still very confused but I knew one thing for certain.
I could not go crazy here! I had to keep it together! I'd visit every slayer here and learn all I can and maybe find my way back before it was too late... Now. Where to start?
To Be Continued...?
By: Verna
Disclaimer: See Previous Chapter
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When I jumped into that portal, I don't know what I expected to happen. I don't remember if I thought I would find myself in another dimension or if I would just die. Was I scared? yes. I was plunging off a tower for Christ's sake! But I knew I had to. I don't know why but I HAD to.
And so when I woke up in a strange room with nothing in it save the bed I was laying on and a door. From the other side of the door I heard many voices talking and laughing and crying.
Standing up I found my knees a bit weak and fell over. But I was determined to find out where I was. So I brushed my self off and stood up. I reached for the door with a confident manner and pulled it open. A great blue light pour forth from the crack in the doorway and as I pulled it all the way open, the light faded and I stood looking at what must have been heaven.
There were hundreds of girls. Girls of all ages all absorbed in their own world. And their own world seemed to materialize around them. i saw a girl who could not have been more than eleven crying in the arms of a ghost like man and they were surrounded by a faded backdrop of a cozy house. They were both dressed in clothing that looked like it came out of the little house on the prairie set. All their surroundings were all faded like that. Like a ghost kinda thing.
One girl was fighting a vampire and I could see the faded almost image of the vampire and the warehouse she was fighting him in. She looked like she was from the 80's. Another girl dance to unheard music before a ghostly audience. And yet another was screaming cruses at a faintly seen attacker.
"Hello?" I called uncertain what to do.
"They can't hear you unless you go into their world. It's their memories. They are remembering." Said a voice to my right.
I turned around to face it and found myself out of the strange place and sitting in a velvet chair across from a girl about my age with black hair and civil war era clothing.
"Welcome to mine" she said.
"I... Wha..." I couldn't figure this out. What the hell was this?
"I know. I went through it too. When I died. You do know you're dead right?" Her face seemed so pure and concerned. Screw it. I wanted answers.
"What the hell is going on here? Who the hell are you? Why am I HERE?"
"She gave me a cool look before responding. "You died. You were the slayer. Now you are here. You are HERE because you stepped into MY memory. My name is Luna."
"Oh" I managed to say. This was going to be ranked among my Strangest experiences.
"I was the slayer too. Then I died. It happens to us all. You can go and talk to any one here but soon you'll be lost in your own memories."
"So. Slayer huh? All of them out there? Wow. and I thought it was just me and Faith. So. How do I get out of here?" Shit, now I was starting to sounded like Faith!
"Go back the way you came. But... be careful. When I died I walked into the wrong memories. Some of them are reliving how they died. Over and over. You'll go mad. You can still go crazy when you are dead. We are do. That's why we have the memories. to escape the others' memories. Some times a slayer can forget her own past long enough to come and visit. Don't worry. If you drop in on anyone they'll be very nice. No one here is very rude." She gave me a cryptic smile and then returned to the sewing in her lap.
I turned around and found myself back where all the memories were blending together. Turning my head I could see Luna in her Parlor sewing a ghost of a dress. I was still very confused but I knew one thing for certain.
I could not go crazy here! I had to keep it together! I'd visit every slayer here and learn all I can and maybe find my way back before it was too late... Now. Where to start?
To Be Continued...?