Thank you to all of you who reviewed this! I am eternally grateful, or
maybe not. I don't know! It seems I have a lot of trouble making up my
mind today. I had to change the rating of my story, as it seemed a little
to dark for PG and it's only going to get darker. I am very sorry to
anyone who might be offended by some of the stereotypes in the first
chapter, but was what I thought Songfire would think in her depression and
near- suicidal tendencies. They were just generalizations, hence the word
"most" and I know that there are plenty of exceptions. I did not mean to
offend anyone.
--~ By the way, this story is not intended to be a story of possible love
between Songfire and Risika, that just happened accidentally. Please don't
interpret the story that way!! (That's also a little forewarning (or
forebegging) for chapter 2.) Risika is just meant to be a sort of mentor
to Songfire. It'll all become clear in the third chapter, but right now
I've done enough blabbing and I'm going to actually write something!
P.S.-I am very sorry, but due to problems with my computer I had to
remove this story and then post it again, so just in case you're
wondering why it's suddenly a brand new fanfic all over again-well,
what can I say.
Risika watched the sleeping form on the bed with a mixture of admiration and bewilderment. Any normal human would be dead after losing the quantity of blood Risika had taken from this girl. Oh well, it was just another uncommon strength to add to the long list. The girl was attractive too, with a sort of wild beauty. She had long copper hair that formed a mane or halo around her head. Blue veins formed a delicate frame for her strong, olive-skinned face. She radiated an aura of quiet strength that made her the perfect prey for a vampire. In fact, the only thing that prevented Risika from killing this girl here and now was the feeling of grief for her mother that was so similar to the emotion that she had felt at the death of her twin brother so many years ago. That and a peculiar feeling that she had never truly got a chance to feel, an emotion that was so out of place that it eclipsed all the other things that occupied Risika's mind. Her only reaction to this mysterious girl was to feel a powerful surge of motherliness and protectiveness towards her. Risika sighed, planning what she would have to do. In order to find the answers to her questions she would have to probe the memories of this girl. She would need to corrupt her dreams by bringing back painful memories and nightmares. She would not do this by choice, but it was vital that she discover the past that led an apparently random person into aquiring such power. Slowly the vampire sank into a light trance, sliding to the mind of the girl.
~~~~~
She was five, sitting in the grass with a beautiful woman who could only be her mother. She listened carefully as she was taught the names of all the plants, and their uses. Any other girl may have been impatient, but Songfire was not. Somehow she knew that this was necessary information and that she must learn it. She didn't know why her mom taught her such things, but that didn't matter. Her mom felt it was right and so she would do what this woman said. Besides, her mom was always "away on business" these days and so any time they spent together was precious.
~~~~~
She was seven and her mom was scolding her for squashing a mosquito. She was telling Songfire about how all life was precious and vital and could not be taken needlessly, no matter how cursed and parasitic the form of life seemed. When a creature sucked blood they did it to live. One may as well kill a human for eating a cucumber.
~~~~~
Now she was nine and her mom was giving her more lessons. She was saying how their lot in life were to be the peacekeepers, even though it meant that both sides would hate them. They could pick one side of a battle, but it would only mean more loss of life, not less. They must not take the easy path, but walk the hard one with strong and determined steps. It would be a way filled with pain, but they had to walk it, it was their destiny, just as it was the witches' destiny to be the slayers. The peacekeepers would and could not kill, but they could change those they fought and those they loved.
~~~~~
Now she was sixteen again. She was looking at her beloved mother's face. It was unusually pale, in sickening contrast to the puddle of blood she was laying in. There was a witch knife in her stomach and her neck was broken, with double punctures in it that could only be caused by predator's teeth. It was clear that both other races had been partly responsible for her death. Then there was Dominique's face, yelling at her to get herself under control, and then blackness.
~~~~~
Risika woke, horrified at the emotion attached to the last memory. None of that information solved her questions, but it did provide grounds for further research. This girl, Songfire, was proving to be more of a problem than Risika would ever have guessed to look at her. Taking her discarded leather jacket, she left to search the night for easier answers.
There it is, chapter 2! I hope you like it, it was a little different that chapter 1. I repeat, this is not going to turn into a Risika/OC story. I'll try to update again soon!
P.S.-I am very sorry, but due to problems with my computer I had to
remove this story and then post it again, so just in case you're
wondering why it's suddenly a brand new fanfic all over again-well,
what can I say.
Risika watched the sleeping form on the bed with a mixture of admiration and bewilderment. Any normal human would be dead after losing the quantity of blood Risika had taken from this girl. Oh well, it was just another uncommon strength to add to the long list. The girl was attractive too, with a sort of wild beauty. She had long copper hair that formed a mane or halo around her head. Blue veins formed a delicate frame for her strong, olive-skinned face. She radiated an aura of quiet strength that made her the perfect prey for a vampire. In fact, the only thing that prevented Risika from killing this girl here and now was the feeling of grief for her mother that was so similar to the emotion that she had felt at the death of her twin brother so many years ago. That and a peculiar feeling that she had never truly got a chance to feel, an emotion that was so out of place that it eclipsed all the other things that occupied Risika's mind. Her only reaction to this mysterious girl was to feel a powerful surge of motherliness and protectiveness towards her. Risika sighed, planning what she would have to do. In order to find the answers to her questions she would have to probe the memories of this girl. She would need to corrupt her dreams by bringing back painful memories and nightmares. She would not do this by choice, but it was vital that she discover the past that led an apparently random person into aquiring such power. Slowly the vampire sank into a light trance, sliding to the mind of the girl.
~~~~~
She was five, sitting in the grass with a beautiful woman who could only be her mother. She listened carefully as she was taught the names of all the plants, and their uses. Any other girl may have been impatient, but Songfire was not. Somehow she knew that this was necessary information and that she must learn it. She didn't know why her mom taught her such things, but that didn't matter. Her mom felt it was right and so she would do what this woman said. Besides, her mom was always "away on business" these days and so any time they spent together was precious.
~~~~~
She was seven and her mom was scolding her for squashing a mosquito. She was telling Songfire about how all life was precious and vital and could not be taken needlessly, no matter how cursed and parasitic the form of life seemed. When a creature sucked blood they did it to live. One may as well kill a human for eating a cucumber.
~~~~~
Now she was nine and her mom was giving her more lessons. She was saying how their lot in life were to be the peacekeepers, even though it meant that both sides would hate them. They could pick one side of a battle, but it would only mean more loss of life, not less. They must not take the easy path, but walk the hard one with strong and determined steps. It would be a way filled with pain, but they had to walk it, it was their destiny, just as it was the witches' destiny to be the slayers. The peacekeepers would and could not kill, but they could change those they fought and those they loved.
~~~~~
Now she was sixteen again. She was looking at her beloved mother's face. It was unusually pale, in sickening contrast to the puddle of blood she was laying in. There was a witch knife in her stomach and her neck was broken, with double punctures in it that could only be caused by predator's teeth. It was clear that both other races had been partly responsible for her death. Then there was Dominique's face, yelling at her to get herself under control, and then blackness.
~~~~~
Risika woke, horrified at the emotion attached to the last memory. None of that information solved her questions, but it did provide grounds for further research. This girl, Songfire, was proving to be more of a problem than Risika would ever have guessed to look at her. Taking her discarded leather jacket, she left to search the night for easier answers.
There it is, chapter 2! I hope you like it, it was a little different that chapter 1. I repeat, this is not going to turn into a Risika/OC story. I'll try to update again soon!
