Step into Another World
A/N: It has been so long since I've written this fanfiction. It's been a while since I've written any fanfiction. But today I was extremely bored, as I am most holidays (Easter is no exception), and decided to read a few of my old fics. This was the first one I read, and even though I am yet to get any inspiration to write anymore, I decided to give this chapter a go.
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Lilah POV
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I can't stop smiling. We did it. I did it. I have no idea why we decided it would be necessary to bring her back, but us lawyers do whatever our bosses say. No matter how crazy it is. We're ruthless that way.
It's really my job to take care of her, but she wont respond to me. She didn't really talk to anybody at first. But when Pretty Boy finally decided to show up (and without a word from anybody, I may add), she turned around. She came out of her little boring shell. Now she clings to the brat. She tells him about the old days. She tells him about what she remembers about herself, and what she doesn't (note: the bitch can't even remember her real name.)
I'm not hurt that she won't talk to me. I'm almost flattered. Her name is Darla. She's blonde, kind of slutty when she's around Lindsey, and she's Vision Boy's ex flame.
We don't know much about the Vampire with Visions. We don't know why he helps humans or why he uses his powers for good. All we know, and care to know, is that he has information we could use, but instead of giving it to us, he gives it to the skinny British man and the black man who said he was "gonna kill" my (I believe he said 'yo' not your) "ass".
We decided to get this blonde "Darla". She's supposed to bring vampy to our side. Little side step, she's human. I guess we couldn't work out all the kinks. Lucky for me. Of course nobody but little ol' Lilah gets blamed for Lindsey MacLoser not even coming to work and doing his part (which happened to be the only thing that he really ever does around here, ever since he started moping about like a freak. He's suppose to read from a fricken scroll. He gets a 6-figure salary for that.). But I really don't want to complain.
I have a cushy job. We were worried a bit when the white hats showed up, but they showed some common sense. We had a deal. They don't mess with us, and we won't mess with them on Tuesdays or Saturdays. Ha. One of the men is an ex watcher. I don't know what a watcher is, but it sounds scary. Him on the other hand, not so scary. He's British, kinda (kind of very very) cute, and very strong for a man with one arm. The other guy is a black dude with major "'tude". He worse then Lindsey. Not only did he violate my personal space (which I wouldn't mind the British man doing) but he also called my mother fat (and she happens to be the person that I started this job for . Although I don't talk to her much, and when I do we talk for 30 minutes, 15 of which I spent convincing her that I was her daughter, not the devil ).
All and all, so far everything has been perfect. The weirdest thing to happen to be of the late (like defending a demon in human skin for murder that was caught on tape with a confession, and winning with an innocent plead isn't odd) was me actually being dragged to a fortune teller on my birthday, by a friend (well friend by definition at that time, but are you considered friends if one had the other killed). When I walked into her "office", I half expected her to tell me I was going to meet a John Cussak looking guy and fall madly in love. But she didn't, She didn't give me any magic ball mumbo jumbo. She didn't tell me about the guy that I was going to meet when the moon was in its fourth rotation of the century. She didn't give me any of the usual. She told me about my death. 'Odd.' was of course my first thought. 'Why would a fortune teller want to tell me about something that could scare any normal customer again?' But of course, I of all people know that death is never the end. She told me about some bimbo on some tv show I've never heard of, who was going to find a man with the deepest soul and they were going to make a team. The tv show girl was going to go all evil and stab me in the throat. Right. Long story short, I called my boy toy of the month (not so slimy, ugly demon) and he killed her. End of story.
I may sound evil. But people have to find a place in this world. Everybody does it. And anyway, who says what's good or evil. I found a great place. I found a perfect job. I worked out until I had the perfect body. I found a perfect home. Things may not always go my way, like Darla and Lindsey, but I can make them my way.
I'm not evil, just cruel. But hey, life is cruel. Ain't it great?
A/N: It has been so long since I've written this fanfiction. It's been a while since I've written any fanfiction. But today I was extremely bored, as I am most holidays (Easter is no exception), and decided to read a few of my old fics. This was the first one I read, and even though I am yet to get any inspiration to write anymore, I decided to give this chapter a go.
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Lilah POV
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I can't stop smiling. We did it. I did it. I have no idea why we decided it would be necessary to bring her back, but us lawyers do whatever our bosses say. No matter how crazy it is. We're ruthless that way.
It's really my job to take care of her, but she wont respond to me. She didn't really talk to anybody at first. But when Pretty Boy finally decided to show up (and without a word from anybody, I may add), she turned around. She came out of her little boring shell. Now she clings to the brat. She tells him about the old days. She tells him about what she remembers about herself, and what she doesn't (note: the bitch can't even remember her real name.)
I'm not hurt that she won't talk to me. I'm almost flattered. Her name is Darla. She's blonde, kind of slutty when she's around Lindsey, and she's Vision Boy's ex flame.
We don't know much about the Vampire with Visions. We don't know why he helps humans or why he uses his powers for good. All we know, and care to know, is that he has information we could use, but instead of giving it to us, he gives it to the skinny British man and the black man who said he was "gonna kill" my (I believe he said 'yo' not your) "ass".
We decided to get this blonde "Darla". She's supposed to bring vampy to our side. Little side step, she's human. I guess we couldn't work out all the kinks. Lucky for me. Of course nobody but little ol' Lilah gets blamed for Lindsey MacLoser not even coming to work and doing his part (which happened to be the only thing that he really ever does around here, ever since he started moping about like a freak. He's suppose to read from a fricken scroll. He gets a 6-figure salary for that.). But I really don't want to complain.
I have a cushy job. We were worried a bit when the white hats showed up, but they showed some common sense. We had a deal. They don't mess with us, and we won't mess with them on Tuesdays or Saturdays. Ha. One of the men is an ex watcher. I don't know what a watcher is, but it sounds scary. Him on the other hand, not so scary. He's British, kinda (kind of very very) cute, and very strong for a man with one arm. The other guy is a black dude with major "'tude". He worse then Lindsey. Not only did he violate my personal space (which I wouldn't mind the British man doing) but he also called my mother fat (and she happens to be the person that I started this job for . Although I don't talk to her much, and when I do we talk for 30 minutes, 15 of which I spent convincing her that I was her daughter, not the devil ).
All and all, so far everything has been perfect. The weirdest thing to happen to be of the late (like defending a demon in human skin for murder that was caught on tape with a confession, and winning with an innocent plead isn't odd) was me actually being dragged to a fortune teller on my birthday, by a friend (well friend by definition at that time, but are you considered friends if one had the other killed). When I walked into her "office", I half expected her to tell me I was going to meet a John Cussak looking guy and fall madly in love. But she didn't, She didn't give me any magic ball mumbo jumbo. She didn't tell me about the guy that I was going to meet when the moon was in its fourth rotation of the century. She didn't give me any of the usual. She told me about my death. 'Odd.' was of course my first thought. 'Why would a fortune teller want to tell me about something that could scare any normal customer again?' But of course, I of all people know that death is never the end. She told me about some bimbo on some tv show I've never heard of, who was going to find a man with the deepest soul and they were going to make a team. The tv show girl was going to go all evil and stab me in the throat. Right. Long story short, I called my boy toy of the month (not so slimy, ugly demon) and he killed her. End of story.
I may sound evil. But people have to find a place in this world. Everybody does it. And anyway, who says what's good or evil. I found a great place. I found a perfect job. I worked out until I had the perfect body. I found a perfect home. Things may not always go my way, like Darla and Lindsey, but I can make them my way.
I'm not evil, just cruel. But hey, life is cruel. Ain't it great?