Over the river styx and through the candy cane...to santa's workshop we go!
"So what do we do now?" Miaka asked, stroking Spacey and watching as the stitches on her body began to stitch parts of them together.
"Well, what do you think we do rag doll?" Tweak asked sarcastically.
"Hey fuck you skeleton boy, number one I didn't ask to be a rag doll and number two you call me that again and I'll take you apart bone by fucking bone and feed you to the dogs." Miaka snapped.
"Where are you going to get the dogs?" He demanded, a grin on his face.
"Okay, how bout this? I take you apart bone by bone and make you watch me break each and every one of them?" She was being serious.
"You couldn't if you wanted to."
"Try me Tweak. Just try me, I've had it up to here with your lover's lament bullshit, I got over you and now it's your turn to leave me the fuck alone, you don't I'll go get my dog, I'm sure he'll be happy to hear your screams, and you can't tell me it won't hurt." With that said, she dropped Spacey and walked off to watch the rest of her transformation.
"Smooth move asshole." Vash said glaring at Tweak. He shrugged and looked at the half-moon.
Turtle looked at Tweak and then at Vash and shook his head, all the time he had known Miaka he had never known her to blow up like that, she could cry yes and she would, mostly to him and Vash, but blow up at someone he had never seen. He had heard her talk about it, but talk was cheap. He had known Spacey and Miaka for two hundred years, he had heard bits and pieces of how they had come to be what they were, but he thought he might have it right.
Three hundred years ago, both Miaka and Spacey were in a school for witches. They were both Druid practicioners and went into seclusion in order to finish their training. Both had graduated and were set free into the world, young, niave, and stupid enough to talk to a strange woman in leaves. Fall had been keeping an eye on them for quite some time and offered them more training in some of the higher magicks. Both girls, eager to learn more and to become more powerful, readily agreed. Well, before they could follow the woman, both girls found themselves writhing and crying out on the ground going into their transformations. Spacey's was quick and painful, black hair sprouting from her body, her eyes slithered, grew wider, and slitted, becoming cats eyes. A tail formed and she was thrust down on all fours. She was a cat. Miaka's, on the other hand, was more painful though not much happened. She found herself on the ground with her legs, wrists, head (at the neck) seperated from her body. Screaming, she watched as thick long black cords sprouted from each of the joints and join back with one another, to ultimately join with the main torso. She felt her skin, it was cloth! She was a rag doll!! A living breathing rag doll!
"Now my children," Fall crooned to the shivering Miaka and Spacey, "you will be my protectors, Witch House will be under your command until I find three more." Then she had told them of the ritual that would both call the Dead and make their transformations easier, saying that a pentacle would help as well, thus creating the first two members of the Witch House Coven. They had been transformed back into their human forms but were scarred on their palms, marking them as Fall's with a leaf. Both had wrapped their arms around eachother in a hug and sank to the floor and cried, both from the pain and what they had gotten themselves into. Spacey never cried.
One hundred years later, it was Turtle's turn. He had been trick or treating at his last Halloween to be a kid, he was eighteen and figured, why the hell not, he was only a kid once and wanted to scare the shit outta 'em. It worked for a little while, but in return he got the shit scared out of him, and it wasn't by a kid. Fall just appeared out of nowhere scaring the usually calm Turtle. Then, before he knew it, he was on the ground dying.
Literally dying.
Through all his screams, he could feel the blood being drawn out of him and then being put back in, mixed with something sweeter more heavenly. Fangs appeared in his mouth, spearing his lower lip.
"Wha-what did you do to me?" He demanded, panting.
She ignored him, and instead answered; "There are two waiting for you at Witch House, go there."
For some reason, he knew where the thing called the Witch House was. He didn't know why, he just did. Going there, he met a rag doll dressed as a witch, stroking a black cat who was staring at him with big green eyes.
They welcomed him with a nod, and their friendship began.
One hundred years after that, they met the Skeleton Twins. Both were sparring Halloween night. Why weren't they trick or treating? Fall wondered watching them, she smiled and licked her lips at both their forms. They were like flashes of light, blinking then going out. She smiled to herself, well, they would always and forever glow from now on, and their forms would be perfectly preserved. Tweak stopped in mid kick just as Glitch stopped in mid block. Both watched as their skin peeled back followed by their muscles and tendons until all that was left was the bone. They screamed. Fall, laughing, whispered in their ears.
"Witch House my final two."
They had gone like two drunkards to beer. Meeting their long time friends was no surprise to them whatsoever.
Spacey was mewling loudly, didn't these people have ears? Couldn't they hear her?
"So what do we do now?" Miaka asked, stroking Spacey and watching as the stitches on her body began to stitch parts of them together.
"Well, what do you think we do rag doll?" Tweak asked sarcastically.
"Hey fuck you skeleton boy, number one I didn't ask to be a rag doll and number two you call me that again and I'll take you apart bone by fucking bone and feed you to the dogs." Miaka snapped.
"Where are you going to get the dogs?" He demanded, a grin on his face.
"Okay, how bout this? I take you apart bone by bone and make you watch me break each and every one of them?" She was being serious.
"You couldn't if you wanted to."
"Try me Tweak. Just try me, I've had it up to here with your lover's lament bullshit, I got over you and now it's your turn to leave me the fuck alone, you don't I'll go get my dog, I'm sure he'll be happy to hear your screams, and you can't tell me it won't hurt." With that said, she dropped Spacey and walked off to watch the rest of her transformation.
"Smooth move asshole." Vash said glaring at Tweak. He shrugged and looked at the half-moon.
Turtle looked at Tweak and then at Vash and shook his head, all the time he had known Miaka he had never known her to blow up like that, she could cry yes and she would, mostly to him and Vash, but blow up at someone he had never seen. He had heard her talk about it, but talk was cheap. He had known Spacey and Miaka for two hundred years, he had heard bits and pieces of how they had come to be what they were, but he thought he might have it right.
Three hundred years ago, both Miaka and Spacey were in a school for witches. They were both Druid practicioners and went into seclusion in order to finish their training. Both had graduated and were set free into the world, young, niave, and stupid enough to talk to a strange woman in leaves. Fall had been keeping an eye on them for quite some time and offered them more training in some of the higher magicks. Both girls, eager to learn more and to become more powerful, readily agreed. Well, before they could follow the woman, both girls found themselves writhing and crying out on the ground going into their transformations. Spacey's was quick and painful, black hair sprouting from her body, her eyes slithered, grew wider, and slitted, becoming cats eyes. A tail formed and she was thrust down on all fours. She was a cat. Miaka's, on the other hand, was more painful though not much happened. She found herself on the ground with her legs, wrists, head (at the neck) seperated from her body. Screaming, she watched as thick long black cords sprouted from each of the joints and join back with one another, to ultimately join with the main torso. She felt her skin, it was cloth! She was a rag doll!! A living breathing rag doll!
"Now my children," Fall crooned to the shivering Miaka and Spacey, "you will be my protectors, Witch House will be under your command until I find three more." Then she had told them of the ritual that would both call the Dead and make their transformations easier, saying that a pentacle would help as well, thus creating the first two members of the Witch House Coven. They had been transformed back into their human forms but were scarred on their palms, marking them as Fall's with a leaf. Both had wrapped their arms around eachother in a hug and sank to the floor and cried, both from the pain and what they had gotten themselves into. Spacey never cried.
One hundred years later, it was Turtle's turn. He had been trick or treating at his last Halloween to be a kid, he was eighteen and figured, why the hell not, he was only a kid once and wanted to scare the shit outta 'em. It worked for a little while, but in return he got the shit scared out of him, and it wasn't by a kid. Fall just appeared out of nowhere scaring the usually calm Turtle. Then, before he knew it, he was on the ground dying.
Literally dying.
Through all his screams, he could feel the blood being drawn out of him and then being put back in, mixed with something sweeter more heavenly. Fangs appeared in his mouth, spearing his lower lip.
"Wha-what did you do to me?" He demanded, panting.
She ignored him, and instead answered; "There are two waiting for you at Witch House, go there."
For some reason, he knew where the thing called the Witch House was. He didn't know why, he just did. Going there, he met a rag doll dressed as a witch, stroking a black cat who was staring at him with big green eyes.
They welcomed him with a nod, and their friendship began.
One hundred years after that, they met the Skeleton Twins. Both were sparring Halloween night. Why weren't they trick or treating? Fall wondered watching them, she smiled and licked her lips at both their forms. They were like flashes of light, blinking then going out. She smiled to herself, well, they would always and forever glow from now on, and their forms would be perfectly preserved. Tweak stopped in mid kick just as Glitch stopped in mid block. Both watched as their skin peeled back followed by their muscles and tendons until all that was left was the bone. They screamed. Fall, laughing, whispered in their ears.
"Witch House my final two."
They had gone like two drunkards to beer. Meeting their long time friends was no surprise to them whatsoever.
Spacey was mewling loudly, didn't these people have ears? Couldn't they hear her?
