Author's Notes: This is one of those AU stories. represent thoughts, ** ** represent dreams, and " "represent speaking (obviously) I changed it- this is a new version.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Slayers or the characters. They belong to the amazing people over in Japan. However, original names, like Lane, and any extra characters are my own.
The Chosen One
**Lane was running, from whom she didn't know. All she knew was that if she stopped, he would catch her. So she kept running. I can't keep going at this pace, she thought. All of the sudden, she collapsed to her knees, unable to go any farther. And then she heard it. Branches snapping under feet. Lane looked up in fear, afraid of who, or what, she would find. "Who- Who's there?" But no one answered. She slowly rose to her feet, looking into the shadows, trying to pierce the thick veil that seemed to hang there. And just as Lane started to relax, an arm snaked out of the shadows and around her waist. "Ahhhhhhh!" Lane screamed, trying to dislodge her attacker. Soon, though, she stopped, because her assailant's other arm had slid around her neck in a choke-hold, slowly tightening and squeezing the breath out of her.**
Lane sat up, coughing and sputtering, unable to focus on anything familiar. "What a freaky dream. Don't want to have that one again." Lane got out of bed, glancing at the clock on her way to the closet. It read 8:15 am, which made Lane worry until she realized it was a Sunday. "Nothing to worry about then. I would've been dead if it were Monday. Being late to your first day of work is not a good thing." Opening the doors to her walk-in closet, she chose a pair of dark, stretch flare jeans and a three-quarter sleeved black shirt with a collar. Sitting down at her vanity, she picked up her brush and combed it through her naturally highlighted blonde hair. It had taken awhile, but she had finally managed to grow it out to mid-back. After applying some makeup, putting her pendant necklace on. and making sure she had her earrings in, she left her bedroom.
Lane started towards the door, stopping only to grab her purse. She lived in a pretty nice, rather, a pretty big apartment, with a master bedroom and bath, a good-sized kitchen and adjoining dining room, as well as a guest bedroom, and as Lane called it, an entertainment room, where the TV and desktop computer were located. That wasn't the only computer she had, of course. She also had a laptop. Walking down the three flights of stairs to street level, she failed to notice the form that split away from the shadows and followed her. When Lane got downstairs, she stopped, her instincts telling her that something was wrong. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she didn't see anything. So she turned back around slowly and cautiously, ready for anything. "Well, I guess I was imagining it." And with that, Lane started on her way to the grocery store nearby.
Xelloss breathed a sigh of relief. He had been watching his target for all of two minutes, and had almost gotten caught. After about 5 minutes, he looked to make sure no one was looking, and then teleported to the grocery store. Reappearing on the side of the building, he peered around the corner. Sure enough, Lane was just crossing the street. Slipping back into the shadow of the building, he straightened his clothes, and walked towards the entrance.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Slayers or the characters. They belong to the amazing people over in Japan. However, original names, like Lane, and any extra characters are my own.
The Chosen One
**Lane was running, from whom she didn't know. All she knew was that if she stopped, he would catch her. So she kept running. I can't keep going at this pace, she thought. All of the sudden, she collapsed to her knees, unable to go any farther. And then she heard it. Branches snapping under feet. Lane looked up in fear, afraid of who, or what, she would find. "Who- Who's there?" But no one answered. She slowly rose to her feet, looking into the shadows, trying to pierce the thick veil that seemed to hang there. And just as Lane started to relax, an arm snaked out of the shadows and around her waist. "Ahhhhhhh!" Lane screamed, trying to dislodge her attacker. Soon, though, she stopped, because her assailant's other arm had slid around her neck in a choke-hold, slowly tightening and squeezing the breath out of her.**
Lane sat up, coughing and sputtering, unable to focus on anything familiar. "What a freaky dream. Don't want to have that one again." Lane got out of bed, glancing at the clock on her way to the closet. It read 8:15 am, which made Lane worry until she realized it was a Sunday. "Nothing to worry about then. I would've been dead if it were Monday. Being late to your first day of work is not a good thing." Opening the doors to her walk-in closet, she chose a pair of dark, stretch flare jeans and a three-quarter sleeved black shirt with a collar. Sitting down at her vanity, she picked up her brush and combed it through her naturally highlighted blonde hair. It had taken awhile, but she had finally managed to grow it out to mid-back. After applying some makeup, putting her pendant necklace on. and making sure she had her earrings in, she left her bedroom.
Lane started towards the door, stopping only to grab her purse. She lived in a pretty nice, rather, a pretty big apartment, with a master bedroom and bath, a good-sized kitchen and adjoining dining room, as well as a guest bedroom, and as Lane called it, an entertainment room, where the TV and desktop computer were located. That wasn't the only computer she had, of course. She also had a laptop. Walking down the three flights of stairs to street level, she failed to notice the form that split away from the shadows and followed her. When Lane got downstairs, she stopped, her instincts telling her that something was wrong. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she didn't see anything. So she turned back around slowly and cautiously, ready for anything. "Well, I guess I was imagining it." And with that, Lane started on her way to the grocery store nearby.
Xelloss breathed a sigh of relief. He had been watching his target for all of two minutes, and had almost gotten caught. After about 5 minutes, he looked to make sure no one was looking, and then teleported to the grocery store. Reappearing on the side of the building, he peered around the corner. Sure enough, Lane was just crossing the street. Slipping back into the shadow of the building, he straightened his clothes, and walked towards the entrance.