Title: The Souled Vampire Chronicles
Author: Jessica Parker
Disclaimer: If I owned the characters I would've had Kennedy killed in a
long torturous way. Unfortunately, I don't.
Rating: Umm, let's give the series a PG-13
Dedication: To Toby, Air, Kirstee, Tracey, Suzanne, Jaime, Ariel, bextera,
Neta, and last but not least my fellow writer Heather, who's fics are
betaed by moi. And all my other friends at the Buffy board on FF who's
names escape me right now.
~*Chapter 1- Gateway to Heaven*~
I woke up with a dizzy feeling. Kind of light headed. I scratched my head and tried to get up but somewhere along the way I collapsed back onto the floor. Or what looked like the floor. Where am I? I managed to open my eyes and focus on my surroundings. "Huh?" I said to myself out loud. I wasn't anywhere really. It was just a bunch of white. No walls. No door. No anything. All that was here was me. How did I get here? I tried to remember what happened before this. Everything seemed fuzzy. Then a flash of light appeared in my mind. Bits and pieces mostly. Two hands on fire. Things breaking and being completely destroyed. Dead bodies of both vampires and humans. A girl with tears streaking her porcelain face. Then it hit me.
"Buffy."
"Yep."
What? Who said that? Nobody's here except m-
"That's where you're wrong."
Wait. Did I say that out loud?
I ignored the thought and turned around. As I got up I found a boy. He was about average height, choppy black hair, pale skin, around 16 years old. He kind of looked like one of those church boys that went around handing out pamphlets about Jesus and heaven and all that other stuff. I've never been very religious to pay attention. But then again, duh, vampire.
"Who're you?" I asked him quizzically.
He raised an eyebrow at this. "I don't think that's a very important question right now."
Oh, right. Let's try it this way. "Where am I?"
"Hmm, well, let's see, you died a few minutes ago, dissolved into a bunch of dust, and sacrificed yourself for the world. Where are you? This is definitely a toughie." The boy said sarcasticly.
I hesitated a moment and stared at him. Then I shrugged my shoulders in defeat. "I don't know."
The boy sighed and rolled his eyes in exasperation. "You're in heaven, Sherlock."
"WHAT!?" Heaven? How is that possible? I fight evil with the slayer for a couple of years and I go to heaven? No way.
"Yes way. I'd think you'd be a little more appreciative."
"Hold on a second." I blinked. "Did you just read my thoughts?"
The boy furrowed his eyebrows and gave me a confused look. "Did I?"
"Don't answer my question with a question."
His eyes lit up a little. "Oh. Right, I forgot. Anything you think up here can be heard by anyone. So I would suggest sticking to PG thoughts."
"Ah, well, I'll make sure my thoughts are suitable for the general audience. Just another question mate, why would I go to heaven if I've murdered millions of people?" Ok, taken, not a very smart thing to point out when you've been granted an eternal paradise, but I was curious.
"Just a while ago you saved 6.7 billion people. It hardly compares. Besides, you know, prophecy fulfilled yada yada yada."
"Uh, right." I admit, I was still as confused as hell but there was no point in bombarding this boy with questions I was going to find out the answers to anyway. Although it'd be hard finding the answers in this emptiness. It's really gonna be extremely boring being in well, nowhere for all eternity.
The boy laughed. "You're not going to be here forever, dumbass. You'll be in heaven forever, sure, but not strictly here. There are different layers."
I raised my eyebrow at this. "I thought only hell had layers" I said.
He gave me an annoyed look, "No. And it's much different than you think."
"Really? 'Cause I'm thinking angels with harps floating around singing 'Glory Hallelujah'."
He tsked and shook his head. "That's just a stereotype. There's no 50 foot tall God figure with gray hair on a throne either. Paradise is what your idea of paradise is."
Well, that's nice, I thought. But no, it's not really that nice. My idea of paradise? Not exactly something that can be fulfilled here. My idea of paradise is to be back on earth, with Buffy and bite-size and hell, even her annoying little friends. It's great to know that they're doing well and that they're safe, but being the selfish bastard that I am, I want to be there, too. And can you really blame me?
"When will I go to this so-called paradise?"
The boy frowned. "You should've gotten there by now.."
I looked around and shook my head. "Nope. Being in a white nowhere with a guy I've known for less than five minutes really isn't all that pleasing."
The boy walked around me and looked me up and down. Then he searched around wherever it was we were and scratched his head. "Well, this is..odd."
"I've noticed."
Ignoring my comment he continued searching, his eyes darting around the area. "It usually only takes about a minute, or just about the time it takes for me to explain things. This has only happens when."
His sentence was cut off when I fell on my back, my head hitting the floor . My eyes were burning and I felt like I was being torn apart, limb from limb. I held my head and screamed in pain.
"Oh no, not again." The boy said, with a small grin. "Well, it was nice meeting you." He walked a few steps and stopped. "Sorta." And with that he disappeared.
I looked toward where he was with my hands still on my head.. or what felt like my head.
"Where are y- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I yelled as my head started hurting uncontrollably. I felt myself escaping and drifting into unconsciousness with my hands digging into my scalp.
And I thought the chip was bad.
~* End of chapter 1~*
~*Chapter 1- Gateway to Heaven*~
I woke up with a dizzy feeling. Kind of light headed. I scratched my head and tried to get up but somewhere along the way I collapsed back onto the floor. Or what looked like the floor. Where am I? I managed to open my eyes and focus on my surroundings. "Huh?" I said to myself out loud. I wasn't anywhere really. It was just a bunch of white. No walls. No door. No anything. All that was here was me. How did I get here? I tried to remember what happened before this. Everything seemed fuzzy. Then a flash of light appeared in my mind. Bits and pieces mostly. Two hands on fire. Things breaking and being completely destroyed. Dead bodies of both vampires and humans. A girl with tears streaking her porcelain face. Then it hit me.
"Buffy."
"Yep."
What? Who said that? Nobody's here except m-
"That's where you're wrong."
Wait. Did I say that out loud?
I ignored the thought and turned around. As I got up I found a boy. He was about average height, choppy black hair, pale skin, around 16 years old. He kind of looked like one of those church boys that went around handing out pamphlets about Jesus and heaven and all that other stuff. I've never been very religious to pay attention. But then again, duh, vampire.
"Who're you?" I asked him quizzically.
He raised an eyebrow at this. "I don't think that's a very important question right now."
Oh, right. Let's try it this way. "Where am I?"
"Hmm, well, let's see, you died a few minutes ago, dissolved into a bunch of dust, and sacrificed yourself for the world. Where are you? This is definitely a toughie." The boy said sarcasticly.
I hesitated a moment and stared at him. Then I shrugged my shoulders in defeat. "I don't know."
The boy sighed and rolled his eyes in exasperation. "You're in heaven, Sherlock."
"WHAT!?" Heaven? How is that possible? I fight evil with the slayer for a couple of years and I go to heaven? No way.
"Yes way. I'd think you'd be a little more appreciative."
"Hold on a second." I blinked. "Did you just read my thoughts?"
The boy furrowed his eyebrows and gave me a confused look. "Did I?"
"Don't answer my question with a question."
His eyes lit up a little. "Oh. Right, I forgot. Anything you think up here can be heard by anyone. So I would suggest sticking to PG thoughts."
"Ah, well, I'll make sure my thoughts are suitable for the general audience. Just another question mate, why would I go to heaven if I've murdered millions of people?" Ok, taken, not a very smart thing to point out when you've been granted an eternal paradise, but I was curious.
"Just a while ago you saved 6.7 billion people. It hardly compares. Besides, you know, prophecy fulfilled yada yada yada."
"Uh, right." I admit, I was still as confused as hell but there was no point in bombarding this boy with questions I was going to find out the answers to anyway. Although it'd be hard finding the answers in this emptiness. It's really gonna be extremely boring being in well, nowhere for all eternity.
The boy laughed. "You're not going to be here forever, dumbass. You'll be in heaven forever, sure, but not strictly here. There are different layers."
I raised my eyebrow at this. "I thought only hell had layers" I said.
He gave me an annoyed look, "No. And it's much different than you think."
"Really? 'Cause I'm thinking angels with harps floating around singing 'Glory Hallelujah'."
He tsked and shook his head. "That's just a stereotype. There's no 50 foot tall God figure with gray hair on a throne either. Paradise is what your idea of paradise is."
Well, that's nice, I thought. But no, it's not really that nice. My idea of paradise? Not exactly something that can be fulfilled here. My idea of paradise is to be back on earth, with Buffy and bite-size and hell, even her annoying little friends. It's great to know that they're doing well and that they're safe, but being the selfish bastard that I am, I want to be there, too. And can you really blame me?
"When will I go to this so-called paradise?"
The boy frowned. "You should've gotten there by now.."
I looked around and shook my head. "Nope. Being in a white nowhere with a guy I've known for less than five minutes really isn't all that pleasing."
The boy walked around me and looked me up and down. Then he searched around wherever it was we were and scratched his head. "Well, this is..odd."
"I've noticed."
Ignoring my comment he continued searching, his eyes darting around the area. "It usually only takes about a minute, or just about the time it takes for me to explain things. This has only happens when."
His sentence was cut off when I fell on my back, my head hitting the floor . My eyes were burning and I felt like I was being torn apart, limb from limb. I held my head and screamed in pain.
"Oh no, not again." The boy said, with a small grin. "Well, it was nice meeting you." He walked a few steps and stopped. "Sorta." And with that he disappeared.
I looked toward where he was with my hands still on my head.. or what felt like my head.
"Where are y- Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" I yelled as my head started hurting uncontrollably. I felt myself escaping and drifting into unconsciousness with my hands digging into my scalp.
And I thought the chip was bad.
~* End of chapter 1~*