Blackened Sunrise: An American Weapon
Spin-off of The Itch's Blackened Sunrise
Please go read!
A/N!!!!!!!!!!! The last chapter was altered slightly to reflect the potion Severus used in chapter 58 of BS by The Itch. Please go back and re-read the section at the end after "Thirty Seconds Later..."
//...// is the Power /.../ is a Weapon talking to the Power silently {...} is sub-vocalization, where Rosanna can talk to everyone/anyone without moving her lips "..." verbal speech ^...^ (cute....) is going to be telepathy when I get to it, not sure if I'll use it here or not, but eh.
Chap 10/?
Rosanna paced along the roof of a distant building, her mind replaying what had happened moments earlier.
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Turning abruptly, she had left the computer room, uncaring of the people rushing out of her way. Once she stepped outside, she had snapped her wings open, heedless of the cry of pain that had followed in her need to escape.
A leap and she was air-born, using the thermals to obtain the desired height before thrusting her wings in brutal beats to gain a speed fast enough to soothe her 'ruffled feathers'.
It had hurt. His calling her crazy. She had been raised with that phrase or ones like it all her life. Finally, she had thought herself away from it. But really, wouldn't the Living Weapons be able to understand her? Wouldn't they feel the same desires she did?
But no. Even with others like herself, it seemed she was unique. And then, later, he had made light of the strange circle in the air. Something she had never seen before, but he apparently lived with day in and day out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now she paced, restless. She had mentally 'blocked' Teva, wishing only to be alone for now.
"I should ship him back to Britain! I should rend him limb from limb! I should blast his mind into oblivion!" she ranted as she paced.
~~~~~ Draco POV ~~~~~~
Honestly, the girl acted as though she'd never seen magic before. Crazy woman. For now, he stared, fascinated, at the images before him. Hogwarts, the image in the upper corner, appeared locked down. He wondered if he could get there without any help.
A nudge of the Power told him 'no'. Grr.
//You should be ashamed,// a female voice said in his head. He jerked, casting his eyes around. This was almost like when Angel had talked to him at the school, but not quite. It had traces of the Power behind it and he heard it like he heard Hak... who was oddly silent.
/Who are you?/ he asked... almost tentatively.
//I'm Teva, for no better name,// the voice said tartly. //And I'm here to tell you that if you've hurt my charge, I'll see to it that you hurt in ways you couldn't even begin to fix,// the tone had changed to deadly.
/Your charge? What the bloody hell are you talking about?/ Draco demanded.
//I mean Rosanna!// Teva said in exasperation.
/Rosanna? What the bloody hell did I do now?/
//Unlike you, she didn't learn from a teacher,// Teva said angrily. //She hasn't had the help you had. Nor the training. Nor has she *ever* seen magic before today!//
Draco blinked, taking in this information.
//And another thing!// Teva said... shrilly. Man, that hurt. //I was considering teaching you through Rosanna, but not anymore! You can either flounder or just WAIT until you get back to your own teacher.//
And the presence was gone, replaced by Hak. //You bloody moron, can't you do *anything* right?//
Oddly enough, Hak sounded... almost resigned instead of his usually annoying/teasing tone.
And that left Draco with a lot of things think about.
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A/N: yeah, it's short. However... I've just come to some life-altering decisions of my own, I'm really tired, and I have to go to work soon. So I figured I'd post this, along with the altered chapter 9. I hope you enjoyed this.
Kalih: I know how it goes, some days I spend hours and hours reading and don't leave a single review... 'm bad. But thank you for leaving one for me. I'm glad you're enjoying. I am sorry about the uber-short chapters, but I can't seem to make them any longer.
Arizosa: I write my poetry better when I'm depressed, donno about stories. Haven't tried to find out before. Anywho, thank you for reading and thank you for the encouragement.
Scamber Dragon: oooo, butter knifes. Thank you! *claps happily and puts them in her display case ;) * And the end may come sooner than I originally thought. This is honestly one of the longest things I've written and it's... dragging me. *sighs* And if she wants Rosi, she can have her ^-^ Her and her angsty-ness. *giggles* hope you liked this super- short chappie.
wicchick: I sleep too much already, but thanks for the advice ^-^ Hope you're still enjoying.
Autumn Ice: I've tried to make Hak as close to his BS IC self as possible. That just seemed appropriate. And while he's a bit OOC in this chapter, I think it was also appropriate. Hope you enjoyed.
Alright... I'm off to work now.... laters.
Spin-off of The Itch's Blackened Sunrise
Please go read!
A/N!!!!!!!!!!! The last chapter was altered slightly to reflect the potion Severus used in chapter 58 of BS by The Itch. Please go back and re-read the section at the end after "Thirty Seconds Later..."
//...// is the Power /.../ is a Weapon talking to the Power silently {...} is sub-vocalization, where Rosanna can talk to everyone/anyone without moving her lips "..." verbal speech ^...^ (cute....) is going to be telepathy when I get to it, not sure if I'll use it here or not, but eh.
Chap 10/?
Rosanna paced along the roof of a distant building, her mind replaying what had happened moments earlier.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Turning abruptly, she had left the computer room, uncaring of the people rushing out of her way. Once she stepped outside, she had snapped her wings open, heedless of the cry of pain that had followed in her need to escape.
A leap and she was air-born, using the thermals to obtain the desired height before thrusting her wings in brutal beats to gain a speed fast enough to soothe her 'ruffled feathers'.
It had hurt. His calling her crazy. She had been raised with that phrase or ones like it all her life. Finally, she had thought herself away from it. But really, wouldn't the Living Weapons be able to understand her? Wouldn't they feel the same desires she did?
But no. Even with others like herself, it seemed she was unique. And then, later, he had made light of the strange circle in the air. Something she had never seen before, but he apparently lived with day in and day out.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Now she paced, restless. She had mentally 'blocked' Teva, wishing only to be alone for now.
"I should ship him back to Britain! I should rend him limb from limb! I should blast his mind into oblivion!" she ranted as she paced.
~~~~~ Draco POV ~~~~~~
Honestly, the girl acted as though she'd never seen magic before. Crazy woman. For now, he stared, fascinated, at the images before him. Hogwarts, the image in the upper corner, appeared locked down. He wondered if he could get there without any help.
A nudge of the Power told him 'no'. Grr.
//You should be ashamed,// a female voice said in his head. He jerked, casting his eyes around. This was almost like when Angel had talked to him at the school, but not quite. It had traces of the Power behind it and he heard it like he heard Hak... who was oddly silent.
/Who are you?/ he asked... almost tentatively.
//I'm Teva, for no better name,// the voice said tartly. //And I'm here to tell you that if you've hurt my charge, I'll see to it that you hurt in ways you couldn't even begin to fix,// the tone had changed to deadly.
/Your charge? What the bloody hell are you talking about?/ Draco demanded.
//I mean Rosanna!// Teva said in exasperation.
/Rosanna? What the bloody hell did I do now?/
//Unlike you, she didn't learn from a teacher,// Teva said angrily. //She hasn't had the help you had. Nor the training. Nor has she *ever* seen magic before today!//
Draco blinked, taking in this information.
//And another thing!// Teva said... shrilly. Man, that hurt. //I was considering teaching you through Rosanna, but not anymore! You can either flounder or just WAIT until you get back to your own teacher.//
And the presence was gone, replaced by Hak. //You bloody moron, can't you do *anything* right?//
Oddly enough, Hak sounded... almost resigned instead of his usually annoying/teasing tone.
And that left Draco with a lot of things think about.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: yeah, it's short. However... I've just come to some life-altering decisions of my own, I'm really tired, and I have to go to work soon. So I figured I'd post this, along with the altered chapter 9. I hope you enjoyed this.
Kalih: I know how it goes, some days I spend hours and hours reading and don't leave a single review... 'm bad. But thank you for leaving one for me. I'm glad you're enjoying. I am sorry about the uber-short chapters, but I can't seem to make them any longer.
Arizosa: I write my poetry better when I'm depressed, donno about stories. Haven't tried to find out before. Anywho, thank you for reading and thank you for the encouragement.
Scamber Dragon: oooo, butter knifes. Thank you! *claps happily and puts them in her display case ;) * And the end may come sooner than I originally thought. This is honestly one of the longest things I've written and it's... dragging me. *sighs* And if she wants Rosi, she can have her ^-^ Her and her angsty-ness. *giggles* hope you liked this super- short chappie.
wicchick: I sleep too much already, but thanks for the advice ^-^ Hope you're still enjoying.
Autumn Ice: I've tried to make Hak as close to his BS IC self as possible. That just seemed appropriate. And while he's a bit OOC in this chapter, I think it was also appropriate. Hope you enjoyed.
Alright... I'm off to work now.... laters.