I'm back, with another update. I'm really getting into this story,
everything seems to be flowing. Thanks to everyone who is reading,
let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: This belongs to Joss, and no one but Joss. I wish it were mine, but unfortunately, I can't take the credit for such genius.
Note: I wanted to stay true to the show, and how it showed Darla being sired, so the italicized dialogue is directly from the transcript of the Angel Episode "Darla"
"Sweet little sparrow ,broken wing. Can't fly away, can no longer sing. Lives alone, all by herself, with shelter none. Waiting for thy death, that will not come."
Rebekah awakened suddenly, as a strange voice flew in through the bedside window. Something was singing, its faint song rustling with the wind in the dark of night. She forced herself to sit up, and strained her ears. "Is someone there?" she whispered.
It sang its reply back to her, its voice strange and eerie. "Sparrow does not know me, recognizes me naught; Delirium invades her every thought."
Rebekah gasped, and scrambled off the bed, ignoring the pain that shot through her body. A strange dizziness welled up within her head, as she tried to block out the feelings of faintness that swept through her. "Who is there?" she yelled, her voice rising in a feverous pitch. She steadied herself so she could walk over to the window, and peered out into the dark night. "What do you want with me?"
A dark figure immerged and stuck its face into the window. Rebekah screamed, jumping at the site of its visage. "What are you? What are you doing here?"
It smiled at her, revealing its long fangs, and blood red lips. "You do not recognize me?"
Rebekah backed away from the window, trying to rid her eyes of the site that lay before her. Death was here for her, waiting for her with his deadly kiss. "I do not understand what you are saying, you make no sense to me," she spoke, her voice shaking.
It pressed its face up closer to the window; it's blood red eyes peering at her. "Ah, my child. We met long ago, yet you remember me not."
She shook her head, "I remember no such thing, unless you are a creature from my nightmares."
He laughed. "You were but a child of six or seven. A pretty little blond with the face of an angel." His eyes swept up and down her frame. "Who would have known you'd turn out the way you did." He clicked his teeth, and sighed. "Nothing but a common whore."
She winced, and felt her head begin to spin again. She moved over to the bed, too weak to stand, and laid her head down against the cool sheet. "That I am," she answered, her voice barely audible. "You know what I am, yet I know not who you are."
"I am death, black as night," it hissed. "I met you once, long ago, aboard a vessel."
She cried out, as memories hidden deep within her pushed through the dark recesses and flooded her thoughts. The thing that had caused her father's death was standing before her, quite possible coming for her. She brought her arms underneath her emaciated frame and held onto the bedposts as she pulled herself up.
"So weak, the little sparrow is," it chuckled.
Rebekah tried to open her mouth to speak, but a hazy feeling shot through her limbs. "If you are death, come in and take me then," she whispered. "I no longer care." Her knees began to buckle underneath her, and she held out her arms to try to steady herself. A loud thud echoed through the room, as her body fell to the floor.
~*~
Rebekah woke up to find the bright sunlight streaming in through the open curtains. She looked up to find a flurry of people moving about the room. She rubbed her eyes, trying to rid them of sleep. "What is going on?"
"You are getting a treatment for your ailment," a veiled sister replied, as she held out a tray for the man that was standing above her.
Rebekah watched as the man grabbed something from the tray and lowered it onto her chest. The greenish brown object felt cool to her skin, and she immediately brought her hands up to knock it away. She stared at the thing in confusion, "Why does it not budge?"
"Leeches," the nun replied. "They are drinking the wickedness from your blood so you may die with less of the devil inside you."
"I have no devil within me," Rebekah cried, as the faint sucking sounds of the thing that lay against her breast rang in her ears.
"Aye, that is not what the good book says. You have syphilis, young one. Only those who are impure and unchaste come down with such an infliction."
Rebekah closed her eyes, the bright sunlight burning through her eyelids. She looked back up at the nun and motioned to the window. "Someone close the shutters. Seems wrong that I should die while the sun is still so bright."
"You'll not see the sunlight again. Before it sets, you will have left this life."
Rebekah lifted her head and glanced at the robed man standing at the door. "Who invited him here?" she asked. "I didn't ask for a priest."
"You did. You cried out for me last night in your delirium."
"I don't remember." Her face wrinkled as she looked over at the priest. "Do you even know what I am?"
The man walked through the door, his face still covered. "A woman of some property. No husband, no inheritance. Yes. I know what you are."
Rebekah laughed, her harsh voice echoing throughout the room. "I'm a whore."
"Well, yes, that too. You should have asked for a priest long ago, child. Your life may have been the better for it."
"And you should have paid me a visit before today, father. Your life may have been more interesting because of it," she shot back.
"Are you prepared now to renounce Satan and beg God his forgiveness?"
Rebekah laughed; a deep guttural laugh that caused the nuns to back away from her. "God never did anything for me."
"Leave us," the priest motioned to the sisters. He walked over to the doctor, who was still sitting at her bedside. "You can't save her life - perhaps I can still save her soul."
Rebekah watched as the doctor got up and walked out of the room. "My soul is well past saving. Let the devil take me if he'll have me. Either way - I die."
"No." The priest whispered, as he moved closer to the bed. He carefully removed his hood, allowing her to look upon his features. "You will not die. You will be reborn."
She looked up at his inhuman face without flinching. "I know you."
The thing grabbed her hand, holding her palm in its cold wrinkled one. "I came to you last night. I sang to you from that window."
Rebekah shook her head. "Hmm, I remember now. You're death?"
"No."
"What then?" she asked, confused.
The vampire smiled, showing her its teeth. "I am the Master, and your savior. God never did anything for you - but I will."
Rebekah bit down on her lips, drawing blood, as she felt the vampire sink its teeth into her neck. He tore through her skin easily as he greedily drank at her life's force. The feeling of pain that pervaded her body faded, as numbness spread through her limbs. She could hear her slowing heartbeat, its sound beating loudly in her ears.
He removed his teeth from her neck, and smiled down at the barely breathing girl. "No dying, my sweet," he whispered, pulling her head up to his. His lips kissed hers gently; she could feel him lap the blood that had formed on her lips. She watched as he held out his wrist, and raked his long black nails against it, causing a thin trickle of blood to form. Without thinking, she brought her mouth up to it and clenched her teeth down, ignoring the taste of his salty skin.
"Drink from me, and live forever!"
The red fluid poured from his wrist and into her mouth, going down easily. The warmth of the liquid sent a deep spasm through her veins, as her body began to burn from its poison.
"Drink, my child. Drink." the Master laughed. "When you are finished, you will be reborn, and join me in the Shadows that will rule the world. Together we will stand and raise Hell on Earth, and darkness shall cover this place and wipe out the pestilence that walks upon it."
Disclaimer: This belongs to Joss, and no one but Joss. I wish it were mine, but unfortunately, I can't take the credit for such genius.
Note: I wanted to stay true to the show, and how it showed Darla being sired, so the italicized dialogue is directly from the transcript of the Angel Episode "Darla"
"Sweet little sparrow ,broken wing. Can't fly away, can no longer sing. Lives alone, all by herself, with shelter none. Waiting for thy death, that will not come."
Rebekah awakened suddenly, as a strange voice flew in through the bedside window. Something was singing, its faint song rustling with the wind in the dark of night. She forced herself to sit up, and strained her ears. "Is someone there?" she whispered.
It sang its reply back to her, its voice strange and eerie. "Sparrow does not know me, recognizes me naught; Delirium invades her every thought."
Rebekah gasped, and scrambled off the bed, ignoring the pain that shot through her body. A strange dizziness welled up within her head, as she tried to block out the feelings of faintness that swept through her. "Who is there?" she yelled, her voice rising in a feverous pitch. She steadied herself so she could walk over to the window, and peered out into the dark night. "What do you want with me?"
A dark figure immerged and stuck its face into the window. Rebekah screamed, jumping at the site of its visage. "What are you? What are you doing here?"
It smiled at her, revealing its long fangs, and blood red lips. "You do not recognize me?"
Rebekah backed away from the window, trying to rid her eyes of the site that lay before her. Death was here for her, waiting for her with his deadly kiss. "I do not understand what you are saying, you make no sense to me," she spoke, her voice shaking.
It pressed its face up closer to the window; it's blood red eyes peering at her. "Ah, my child. We met long ago, yet you remember me not."
She shook her head, "I remember no such thing, unless you are a creature from my nightmares."
He laughed. "You were but a child of six or seven. A pretty little blond with the face of an angel." His eyes swept up and down her frame. "Who would have known you'd turn out the way you did." He clicked his teeth, and sighed. "Nothing but a common whore."
She winced, and felt her head begin to spin again. She moved over to the bed, too weak to stand, and laid her head down against the cool sheet. "That I am," she answered, her voice barely audible. "You know what I am, yet I know not who you are."
"I am death, black as night," it hissed. "I met you once, long ago, aboard a vessel."
She cried out, as memories hidden deep within her pushed through the dark recesses and flooded her thoughts. The thing that had caused her father's death was standing before her, quite possible coming for her. She brought her arms underneath her emaciated frame and held onto the bedposts as she pulled herself up.
"So weak, the little sparrow is," it chuckled.
Rebekah tried to open her mouth to speak, but a hazy feeling shot through her limbs. "If you are death, come in and take me then," she whispered. "I no longer care." Her knees began to buckle underneath her, and she held out her arms to try to steady herself. A loud thud echoed through the room, as her body fell to the floor.
~*~
Rebekah woke up to find the bright sunlight streaming in through the open curtains. She looked up to find a flurry of people moving about the room. She rubbed her eyes, trying to rid them of sleep. "What is going on?"
"You are getting a treatment for your ailment," a veiled sister replied, as she held out a tray for the man that was standing above her.
Rebekah watched as the man grabbed something from the tray and lowered it onto her chest. The greenish brown object felt cool to her skin, and she immediately brought her hands up to knock it away. She stared at the thing in confusion, "Why does it not budge?"
"Leeches," the nun replied. "They are drinking the wickedness from your blood so you may die with less of the devil inside you."
"I have no devil within me," Rebekah cried, as the faint sucking sounds of the thing that lay against her breast rang in her ears.
"Aye, that is not what the good book says. You have syphilis, young one. Only those who are impure and unchaste come down with such an infliction."
Rebekah closed her eyes, the bright sunlight burning through her eyelids. She looked back up at the nun and motioned to the window. "Someone close the shutters. Seems wrong that I should die while the sun is still so bright."
"You'll not see the sunlight again. Before it sets, you will have left this life."
Rebekah lifted her head and glanced at the robed man standing at the door. "Who invited him here?" she asked. "I didn't ask for a priest."
"You did. You cried out for me last night in your delirium."
"I don't remember." Her face wrinkled as she looked over at the priest. "Do you even know what I am?"
The man walked through the door, his face still covered. "A woman of some property. No husband, no inheritance. Yes. I know what you are."
Rebekah laughed, her harsh voice echoing throughout the room. "I'm a whore."
"Well, yes, that too. You should have asked for a priest long ago, child. Your life may have been the better for it."
"And you should have paid me a visit before today, father. Your life may have been more interesting because of it," she shot back.
"Are you prepared now to renounce Satan and beg God his forgiveness?"
Rebekah laughed; a deep guttural laugh that caused the nuns to back away from her. "God never did anything for me."
"Leave us," the priest motioned to the sisters. He walked over to the doctor, who was still sitting at her bedside. "You can't save her life - perhaps I can still save her soul."
Rebekah watched as the doctor got up and walked out of the room. "My soul is well past saving. Let the devil take me if he'll have me. Either way - I die."
"No." The priest whispered, as he moved closer to the bed. He carefully removed his hood, allowing her to look upon his features. "You will not die. You will be reborn."
She looked up at his inhuman face without flinching. "I know you."
The thing grabbed her hand, holding her palm in its cold wrinkled one. "I came to you last night. I sang to you from that window."
Rebekah shook her head. "Hmm, I remember now. You're death?"
"No."
"What then?" she asked, confused.
The vampire smiled, showing her its teeth. "I am the Master, and your savior. God never did anything for you - but I will."
Rebekah bit down on her lips, drawing blood, as she felt the vampire sink its teeth into her neck. He tore through her skin easily as he greedily drank at her life's force. The feeling of pain that pervaded her body faded, as numbness spread through her limbs. She could hear her slowing heartbeat, its sound beating loudly in her ears.
He removed his teeth from her neck, and smiled down at the barely breathing girl. "No dying, my sweet," he whispered, pulling her head up to his. His lips kissed hers gently; she could feel him lap the blood that had formed on her lips. She watched as he held out his wrist, and raked his long black nails against it, causing a thin trickle of blood to form. Without thinking, she brought her mouth up to it and clenched her teeth down, ignoring the taste of his salty skin.
"Drink from me, and live forever!"
The red fluid poured from his wrist and into her mouth, going down easily. The warmth of the liquid sent a deep spasm through her veins, as her body began to burn from its poison.
"Drink, my child. Drink." the Master laughed. "When you are finished, you will be reborn, and join me in the Shadows that will rule the world. Together we will stand and raise Hell on Earth, and darkness shall cover this place and wipe out the pestilence that walks upon it."