Authors note: Jax Judith belongs to me. She is my creation, and no one may
steal her from me. Binx, although a minor, also known as the projector guy,
is mine as well. Stanton, Daughters of the moon, the Atrox, etc. are
property of Lynne Ewing and I did not, in any way, have any part in
creating them.
Summary: The Daughters of the moon are no longer the fight for the Atrox. Instead, a sixteen year old witch is. The atrox says, that according to an ancient Prophecy, she shall be the destruction of The atrox, and Stanton. So, the Atrox has ordered its followers to kill her. But, when Stanton realizes he was the one who killed Maggie, the girls adoptive Grandmother, and out of kind respect for Maggie, he swears he will do anything and everything to save her. Even if it means loosing his life. And so, with that, A new Destiny, is born.
~* A new Destiny*~
Jax parked her car in front of the old Victorian mansion. Maggie had moved here after she'd adopted Jax-who she'd found with no memory what-so- ever (Maggie had found her that is). She sighed, got out, and went inside.
Once inside the old mansion, Jax couldn't help but feel something was wrong. She knew evil was in the house. What evil it was, she didn't know. But she knew it was there. She felt it, lurking in the shadows. She sensed it. She smelt it. And there was something else that was bothering her. Very badly. Every clock in the house was turned face down-even the old Grandfather clock had been pushed to face the wall behind it. The Atrox, she thought, her stomach dropping, They're here. How'd they find me? What the hell do they want?
Find me, and you'll see, The thought wafted through her mind like an e-mail through cyberspace only this one had been sent to her mind instead of a computer.
How do I know this isn't a trap? Jax t*mailed (thought mailed) the atrox followers.
That's the point, you don't,it responded. Jax shuddered, and then started walking through the house, in search of them. How many of them were there? Would she need to fight them? She didn't know. She had no clue. And if they wanted to fight her, she had no way of knowing it.
She screamed as a cold hand touched her. Jax jumped, and saw it was Tymmie. A member of the Atrox she had fought once before. "What do you want?" she asked.
He smirked. "That is simple," and then he looked around, and added, "To kill you."
Jax looked at him. "You wouldn't dare." She said.
"Ah, there you are wrong little witch. I would indeed kill you, for I have been ordered to," Tymmie said.
"Not if I have anything to say about it," she said, and didn't even try to fight because to fight would bring violence and violence was what the Atrox feed on, so she used a little mental defense, by using her mind.
Quickly, she transferred all her thoughts into Tymmie's mind before he could make a move. And, because he had so much information in his head, he fell down to the ground, weekend by her forceful mind push.
Tymmie glared at her. "What the hell do you think your doing? That's against the laws of magic!" He exclaimed.
"In a life or death situation, I can ignore the laws of magic. Didn't you know that? Or, have you just ignored the rule book for the past century?" Jax said smirking.
"To bad that Tymmie's not the only one here of the atrox, witch," A voice that sounded like Karyle, another member of the Atrox she had fought before, came from behind.
"My god, did some one give my address out on the web or something? How are you freaks finding me?" Jax asked, not turning around.
"By a little new power given to us by the atrox, called the tracker," Karyle said.
Jax rolled her eyes. And Karyle crept closer, and closer to her, and took from his pocket a rope. Then, he put it around her neck, and pulled, tighter, and tighter, strangling her. "Help! Help! Somebody help!" Jax screamed. It was no use, no one would hear her. And if they did, it wouldn't matter-because no one knew Jax and she had no use in the world. And if she was going to die tonight, then get it over and done with. She continued screaming for help anyway-just incase she did have a purpose in life.
"Let her go Karyle!" Jax heard some one say. Who was it?
She turned her head because Karyle had loosened his grip for a moment. She would have gasped had she not had a rope around her neck- because standing there was Maggie's murder.
"Stanton? The hell? Get away. Go home. She's going to destroy you dude," Karyle said.
"I'm not going home until I finish her off. I killed Maggie, and now I want to have the pleasure of killing her granddaughter." Stanton said, and winked at Jax. Jax had no clue what that meant-but whatever it was she had a sinking feeling her one hope of rescue was going to kill her.
Karyle grinned evily. "Nice thinking. Kill the grandmother, kill the granddaughter. I see where you're going." He said, then took the rope off around her neck, and pushed her into the arms of Stanton, who caught her, and now had a gleaming knife in his hand.
Fear surged through the teen. She struggled to get out of his arms, and looked him in the eyes, pleading silently. Then, she gave him an odd look when she saw worry in his eyes. And-love?
"Come on you bitch, I'm taking you out to the alley and killing you there," Stanton said, stepped into the shadows, and disappeared with Jax in his arms. Then, the two reappeared in a dark alley that looked like it was near Hollywood-from what Jax saw on the streets.
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"Tell not a word to anyone about this okay?" Stanton said, and through his knife on the ground, and let go of Jax.
"Aren't you going to kill me like you did my Grandmother?" Jax asked.
"No. I had a lot of respect and admiration for your Grandmother. She supported my relationship while I was with some one that was forbidden to be with. She was the only one that did. I was stupid in my younger days though, and killed her. And so, to ask for forgiveness to her spirit, I saved you." Stanton answered.
Jax turned and looked him in the face, and said, "Sure, a likely story. How do I know this isn't a trap?"
"Because I wouldn't have thrown down that knife if it was," Stanton answered.
"I don't belive you. You're part of the atrox. This whole things a trap to get me closer to you so either you can turn me or destroy me. It's not going to happen so you might as well back off and let me fight my own fight and destroy you and the Atrox," Jax said.
"Fine. Go on and get yourself killed," he said.
"You know what-I work for the C. I. A pretty boy. I was in one of the toughest gangs in L. A before that. I know how to kill in a million different ways without leaving a trace of D. N. A., bullet holes, or stab marks. I think I can save myself from the Atrox without your help," she informed him, and added, "So go home, and keep the hell away from me."
"Okay, okay. I can take a hint. But when I find you dead I'm going to take your body to the nearest grave yard and burry you. Then, I'm going to laugh and laugh." Stanton said.
"Fine. Burry me alive for all I care. Just go home and stay and wait for me to destroy you," Jax said, turned, and started walking away.
"Where do you think you're going? You can't go home because they'll come back for you and try to kill you again," Stanton stated.
"True. To bad I got five other homes to go to," Jax said.
"What? You're only sixteen. You can't own six houses," Stanton said.
"Yeah. But I got five friends who've fought the Atrox before. And were trained by my Grandmother. So I'm welcome at their houses any time," Jax said.
"Daughters?" Staton questioned.
"Who the hell did you think they were? Followers?" She answered, turned invisible, and her molecules floated away.
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A/N So what do you think so far? It's good huh? Well, go review it and tell me and then I'll continue it. I'll continue it anyway without reviews. I'm planning on making another fic that surrounds Jax and Stanton.
Summary: The Daughters of the moon are no longer the fight for the Atrox. Instead, a sixteen year old witch is. The atrox says, that according to an ancient Prophecy, she shall be the destruction of The atrox, and Stanton. So, the Atrox has ordered its followers to kill her. But, when Stanton realizes he was the one who killed Maggie, the girls adoptive Grandmother, and out of kind respect for Maggie, he swears he will do anything and everything to save her. Even if it means loosing his life. And so, with that, A new Destiny, is born.
~* A new Destiny*~
Jax parked her car in front of the old Victorian mansion. Maggie had moved here after she'd adopted Jax-who she'd found with no memory what-so- ever (Maggie had found her that is). She sighed, got out, and went inside.
Once inside the old mansion, Jax couldn't help but feel something was wrong. She knew evil was in the house. What evil it was, she didn't know. But she knew it was there. She felt it, lurking in the shadows. She sensed it. She smelt it. And there was something else that was bothering her. Very badly. Every clock in the house was turned face down-even the old Grandfather clock had been pushed to face the wall behind it. The Atrox, she thought, her stomach dropping, They're here. How'd they find me? What the hell do they want?
Find me, and you'll see, The thought wafted through her mind like an e-mail through cyberspace only this one had been sent to her mind instead of a computer.
How do I know this isn't a trap? Jax t*mailed (thought mailed) the atrox followers.
That's the point, you don't,it responded. Jax shuddered, and then started walking through the house, in search of them. How many of them were there? Would she need to fight them? She didn't know. She had no clue. And if they wanted to fight her, she had no way of knowing it.
She screamed as a cold hand touched her. Jax jumped, and saw it was Tymmie. A member of the Atrox she had fought once before. "What do you want?" she asked.
He smirked. "That is simple," and then he looked around, and added, "To kill you."
Jax looked at him. "You wouldn't dare." She said.
"Ah, there you are wrong little witch. I would indeed kill you, for I have been ordered to," Tymmie said.
"Not if I have anything to say about it," she said, and didn't even try to fight because to fight would bring violence and violence was what the Atrox feed on, so she used a little mental defense, by using her mind.
Quickly, she transferred all her thoughts into Tymmie's mind before he could make a move. And, because he had so much information in his head, he fell down to the ground, weekend by her forceful mind push.
Tymmie glared at her. "What the hell do you think your doing? That's against the laws of magic!" He exclaimed.
"In a life or death situation, I can ignore the laws of magic. Didn't you know that? Or, have you just ignored the rule book for the past century?" Jax said smirking.
"To bad that Tymmie's not the only one here of the atrox, witch," A voice that sounded like Karyle, another member of the Atrox she had fought before, came from behind.
"My god, did some one give my address out on the web or something? How are you freaks finding me?" Jax asked, not turning around.
"By a little new power given to us by the atrox, called the tracker," Karyle said.
Jax rolled her eyes. And Karyle crept closer, and closer to her, and took from his pocket a rope. Then, he put it around her neck, and pulled, tighter, and tighter, strangling her. "Help! Help! Somebody help!" Jax screamed. It was no use, no one would hear her. And if they did, it wouldn't matter-because no one knew Jax and she had no use in the world. And if she was going to die tonight, then get it over and done with. She continued screaming for help anyway-just incase she did have a purpose in life.
"Let her go Karyle!" Jax heard some one say. Who was it?
She turned her head because Karyle had loosened his grip for a moment. She would have gasped had she not had a rope around her neck- because standing there was Maggie's murder.
"Stanton? The hell? Get away. Go home. She's going to destroy you dude," Karyle said.
"I'm not going home until I finish her off. I killed Maggie, and now I want to have the pleasure of killing her granddaughter." Stanton said, and winked at Jax. Jax had no clue what that meant-but whatever it was she had a sinking feeling her one hope of rescue was going to kill her.
Karyle grinned evily. "Nice thinking. Kill the grandmother, kill the granddaughter. I see where you're going." He said, then took the rope off around her neck, and pushed her into the arms of Stanton, who caught her, and now had a gleaming knife in his hand.
Fear surged through the teen. She struggled to get out of his arms, and looked him in the eyes, pleading silently. Then, she gave him an odd look when she saw worry in his eyes. And-love?
"Come on you bitch, I'm taking you out to the alley and killing you there," Stanton said, stepped into the shadows, and disappeared with Jax in his arms. Then, the two reappeared in a dark alley that looked like it was near Hollywood-from what Jax saw on the streets.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Tell not a word to anyone about this okay?" Stanton said, and through his knife on the ground, and let go of Jax.
"Aren't you going to kill me like you did my Grandmother?" Jax asked.
"No. I had a lot of respect and admiration for your Grandmother. She supported my relationship while I was with some one that was forbidden to be with. She was the only one that did. I was stupid in my younger days though, and killed her. And so, to ask for forgiveness to her spirit, I saved you." Stanton answered.
Jax turned and looked him in the face, and said, "Sure, a likely story. How do I know this isn't a trap?"
"Because I wouldn't have thrown down that knife if it was," Stanton answered.
"I don't belive you. You're part of the atrox. This whole things a trap to get me closer to you so either you can turn me or destroy me. It's not going to happen so you might as well back off and let me fight my own fight and destroy you and the Atrox," Jax said.
"Fine. Go on and get yourself killed," he said.
"You know what-I work for the C. I. A pretty boy. I was in one of the toughest gangs in L. A before that. I know how to kill in a million different ways without leaving a trace of D. N. A., bullet holes, or stab marks. I think I can save myself from the Atrox without your help," she informed him, and added, "So go home, and keep the hell away from me."
"Okay, okay. I can take a hint. But when I find you dead I'm going to take your body to the nearest grave yard and burry you. Then, I'm going to laugh and laugh." Stanton said.
"Fine. Burry me alive for all I care. Just go home and stay and wait for me to destroy you," Jax said, turned, and started walking away.
"Where do you think you're going? You can't go home because they'll come back for you and try to kill you again," Stanton stated.
"True. To bad I got five other homes to go to," Jax said.
"What? You're only sixteen. You can't own six houses," Stanton said.
"Yeah. But I got five friends who've fought the Atrox before. And were trained by my Grandmother. So I'm welcome at their houses any time," Jax said.
"Daughters?" Staton questioned.
"Who the hell did you think they were? Followers?" She answered, turned invisible, and her molecules floated away.
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A/N So what do you think so far? It's good huh? Well, go review it and tell me and then I'll continue it. I'll continue it anyway without reviews. I'm planning on making another fic that surrounds Jax and Stanton.
