Beautiful Stranger
AN: Sadly, I do not own Bartleby, Bethany, or any other character from Dogma. All
that cool stuff belongs to Kevin Smith.
ChApTeR 1
Tzipora was bored. She had lived here her entire life and had always felt bored. There
was nothing to do here, except go down to the boardwalk and play skeeball. La-de-
freakin'-da. Skeeball got old really fast. She had tried to relieve her boredom there today,
but the arcade was closed. Now she wandered the mostly deserted boardwalk, hands in
her pockets, long brown hair whipping freely in the wind. She sighed deeply, glancing at
the ocean. Boring. 'Jersey blows,' she thought to herself.
She continued to walk about town, looking for something, anything to do. Not watching
where she was going, as she crossed a street she bumped into a person roughly, and she
fell down. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry," she apologized, accepting the helping hand, which
pulled her up off the street. Looking up to connect a hand with a face, she stared into the
dark brown eyes of a man who appeared to be about twenty-six, twenty-seven years old.
He was crossing the street with another man, about the same age, with messy blonde hair
and blue eyes. The two looked like they were in a hurry to get somewhere, and she was
afraid she had annoyed them. Tzipora liked to keep to herself most of the time, and wasn't
that good at dealing with new people. She felt more relaxed when the brown-eyed, brown-
haired man smiled a dazzling smile. She stood facing him now, and couldn't help but smile
herself. His was infectious. "Hi, and thanks. My name's Tzipora," she greeted him, holding out
a hand.
"I'm Bartleby, and this is my friend Loki. Nice to meet you Tzipora," he said, shaking her hand.
She was literally hypnotized by those dark brown eyes of his. So deep, so...dramatic. So full of
pain. "You look bored. Wanna hang with us today?"
Tzipora thought it a little strange that the men she had just met were offering to try and brighten
her day, but she happily accepted his invitation. For some reason, she felt she would be safe
with these two. And the one called Bartleby...oh yeah, he was a hottie. Almost unconsciously, she
slipped her small hand into his, and they again smiled at each other. The one called Loki rolled his
eyes. "Come on, B, we gotta get to church. You know they're holding that big ceremony in about
ten minutes."
"You guys are going to that? I'm not much of a church person, but I guess I could go with you,"
Tzipora said, snuggling closer to Bartleby, who then put his arm about her shoulders. "Are you
just going to be there, or do you have something to do?"
"We have something very important to do," Bartleby told her, as they rounded a street corner. "After
the ceremony, we're going home, Loki and me."
"Coolness. Where do you guys live?" she asked, sad that this really fine guy was going away.
"Up...north," Loki answered, chuckling slightly. Bartleby gently slapped the back of his friend's head.
"He still thinks that's funny, that we live in Canada," he lied. The three continued talking as they grew
nearer to the church. Tzipora could see a large crowd flowing into the street. "Lots of people here,"
Bartleby mused. "Uh, Tzipora, it'd probably be best if you stayed out here for a coupla minutes. Loki
and I have some 'business' to attend to," he said, releasing her, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "We'll
be back soon."
"Okay, then. I'll just sit here, bored, waiting forever, 'cuz whenever a guy says it'll just take a few minutes,
it turns into a few hours..." she ranted, plopping down next to tree. Suddenly, free of Bartleby's spell,
she realized what had happened. 'First I held his hand, then he put his arm around me, and just now he
kissed me. Omigod. What if this guy is a rapist?' But deep down, she knew he wasn't. Loki and Bartleby
weren't bad guys. They were tired, a little angry, a little scared, she sensed, but not out to really hurt
anyone. She heard Bartleby's voice from a distance, and he was shouting. "Oh, Lord," she sighed. He wasn't
a little angry, he was furious. And he had seemed so cool, so calm, so collected moments ago. She pulled
out a stick of gum and started chewing.
Suddenly, a man appeared in front of her. Out of thin air. She gasped, almost choking on her gum. The
man also had brown hair and eyes, but he was nowhere near as hot as Bartleby. As a matter of fact, he
was kind of old. "Behold, the Metatron, the voice of the one true God," he proclaimed.
"Yuh-huh," Tzipora nodded. This guy was nuts, even though it seemed kind of mysterious how he
just came out of nowhere.
"Stay away from Bartleby. Trust me on this. Him and Loki are bad news."
"Listen, psycho, I am twenty years old. I hang with who I want, when I want, and no Meta-whatever
is gonna tell me what to do." Tzipora folded her arms across her chest.
Metatron sighed deeply. "Fine, don't believe me. Jesus, you're as bad as the Last Scion. Come over here,
Zippy. I want you to see something." Tzipora shook her head, but got up and walked over to him
anyway. She was in an unusually trusting mood today. Metatron took her hand and immediately she
was immersed in a world of darkness.
AN: Sadly, I do not own Bartleby, Bethany, or any other character from Dogma. All
that cool stuff belongs to Kevin Smith.
ChApTeR 1
Tzipora was bored. She had lived here her entire life and had always felt bored. There
was nothing to do here, except go down to the boardwalk and play skeeball. La-de-
freakin'-da. Skeeball got old really fast. She had tried to relieve her boredom there today,
but the arcade was closed. Now she wandered the mostly deserted boardwalk, hands in
her pockets, long brown hair whipping freely in the wind. She sighed deeply, glancing at
the ocean. Boring. 'Jersey blows,' she thought to herself.
She continued to walk about town, looking for something, anything to do. Not watching
where she was going, as she crossed a street she bumped into a person roughly, and she
fell down. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry," she apologized, accepting the helping hand, which
pulled her up off the street. Looking up to connect a hand with a face, she stared into the
dark brown eyes of a man who appeared to be about twenty-six, twenty-seven years old.
He was crossing the street with another man, about the same age, with messy blonde hair
and blue eyes. The two looked like they were in a hurry to get somewhere, and she was
afraid she had annoyed them. Tzipora liked to keep to herself most of the time, and wasn't
that good at dealing with new people. She felt more relaxed when the brown-eyed, brown-
haired man smiled a dazzling smile. She stood facing him now, and couldn't help but smile
herself. His was infectious. "Hi, and thanks. My name's Tzipora," she greeted him, holding out
a hand.
"I'm Bartleby, and this is my friend Loki. Nice to meet you Tzipora," he said, shaking her hand.
She was literally hypnotized by those dark brown eyes of his. So deep, so...dramatic. So full of
pain. "You look bored. Wanna hang with us today?"
Tzipora thought it a little strange that the men she had just met were offering to try and brighten
her day, but she happily accepted his invitation. For some reason, she felt she would be safe
with these two. And the one called Bartleby...oh yeah, he was a hottie. Almost unconsciously, she
slipped her small hand into his, and they again smiled at each other. The one called Loki rolled his
eyes. "Come on, B, we gotta get to church. You know they're holding that big ceremony in about
ten minutes."
"You guys are going to that? I'm not much of a church person, but I guess I could go with you,"
Tzipora said, snuggling closer to Bartleby, who then put his arm about her shoulders. "Are you
just going to be there, or do you have something to do?"
"We have something very important to do," Bartleby told her, as they rounded a street corner. "After
the ceremony, we're going home, Loki and me."
"Coolness. Where do you guys live?" she asked, sad that this really fine guy was going away.
"Up...north," Loki answered, chuckling slightly. Bartleby gently slapped the back of his friend's head.
"He still thinks that's funny, that we live in Canada," he lied. The three continued talking as they grew
nearer to the church. Tzipora could see a large crowd flowing into the street. "Lots of people here,"
Bartleby mused. "Uh, Tzipora, it'd probably be best if you stayed out here for a coupla minutes. Loki
and I have some 'business' to attend to," he said, releasing her, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "We'll
be back soon."
"Okay, then. I'll just sit here, bored, waiting forever, 'cuz whenever a guy says it'll just take a few minutes,
it turns into a few hours..." she ranted, plopping down next to tree. Suddenly, free of Bartleby's spell,
she realized what had happened. 'First I held his hand, then he put his arm around me, and just now he
kissed me. Omigod. What if this guy is a rapist?' But deep down, she knew he wasn't. Loki and Bartleby
weren't bad guys. They were tired, a little angry, a little scared, she sensed, but not out to really hurt
anyone. She heard Bartleby's voice from a distance, and he was shouting. "Oh, Lord," she sighed. He wasn't
a little angry, he was furious. And he had seemed so cool, so calm, so collected moments ago. She pulled
out a stick of gum and started chewing.
Suddenly, a man appeared in front of her. Out of thin air. She gasped, almost choking on her gum. The
man also had brown hair and eyes, but he was nowhere near as hot as Bartleby. As a matter of fact, he
was kind of old. "Behold, the Metatron, the voice of the one true God," he proclaimed.
"Yuh-huh," Tzipora nodded. This guy was nuts, even though it seemed kind of mysterious how he
just came out of nowhere.
"Stay away from Bartleby. Trust me on this. Him and Loki are bad news."
"Listen, psycho, I am twenty years old. I hang with who I want, when I want, and no Meta-whatever
is gonna tell me what to do." Tzipora folded her arms across her chest.
Metatron sighed deeply. "Fine, don't believe me. Jesus, you're as bad as the Last Scion. Come over here,
Zippy. I want you to see something." Tzipora shook her head, but got up and walked over to him
anyway. She was in an unusually trusting mood today. Metatron took her hand and immediately she
was immersed in a world of darkness.