Title: Shattered Perception
Author: (Dra) Mika
Rating: PG, pg-13
Feedback: will be read over and over and over with a none-diminishing feeling of awe and thankfulness. Feed the starving artist!
Summary: Loren, known as Bane, is your average teenager. except she hardly gets along with anyone, is considered insane and has a knack for getting to people, be that using mental or physical advances. So everything's just peachy, until one-not-so-wonderful day she gets sucked into the world of 'Vampire Hunter D'.
Disclaimer: Vampire Hunter D does not belong to me, however Bane is a product of my admittedly feverish imagination.
Author's Note: Guys, this is merely an experiment, and I have NO idea where I'm going with this. I might update a couple of times a week and then not write anything for months. Suggestions are VERY welcome. In addition, the title really sucks. If you have any ideas as to what I should change it into *shrugs* .you know the drill.
WARNING: as one of the fanfic writers on this site said - I am cursed with the curse of detail. I cannot help but describe EVERYTHING. I'm terribly sorry about the inconvenience, but you'll just have to bear with me. Read on.
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Prologue: --Loren, the sheer audacity of her, and a not-so-brief biography--
Loren, otherwise commonly known as Bane, sighed for just about the millionth time and mused on the subject as too why, exactly, she bothered with all this crap, as she tugged on a lock of hair with such distress that she threatened to tear it out. She winced.
Summer holidays sucked. Bigtime. They were so damn -booooring-. And the worst thing? No on gave a flying fuck.
She continued to sulk and brood as she popped a DVD into the computer. She propped her chin on her hands, not sure what to expect from the anime. The now-empty red plastic case on the table read 'vampire hunter d: bloodlust'. And there seemed nothing wrong with it... except for the fact that the figure on the cover... *moved*. An illusion? Perhaps. And perhaps not. She blinked and assumed that she was simply tired.
And here it starts. She broke one of the main rules of Life As We Know It: NEVER ASSUME.
Bane hit the 'play' button.
********
The girl was disappointed that the. movie (?) ended so fast. She really truly was, since this was one of the few things that actually interested her at moment. She enjoyed watching it. Thus, sighing yet *again* she put the DVD back in the case and went to sleep...
All was calm.
All was well.
But was it, truly? And would it last?
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Loren woke up, sitting up abruptly in the bed, sweaty, terrified, and feeling the urge to punch something. She swore using a couple of choice words that would make her parents gasp in horror and looked at the glowing red numbers on her alarm clock. 5: 33 am.
The numbers seemed... ominous. Or something. Why? No apparent reason. After all what was so terrifying about them? 5: 33. They didn't even symbolize anything.
Did they? No, of course not. Silly question.
Scowling, she mentally yelled at herself to get over it, and tried to remember what the dream was about. She nearly succeeded.... nearly. It still slipped away. She realized that this was the 13th time she had this particular dream.
After taking a deep breath, she regained (most of) her wit and chuckled, although rather nervously. She then said to herself 'That's IT! Get OVER yourself, Black! You're just being a silly bint - nothing's gonna happen!' she trailed off. 'Nothing's gonna happen.' She repeated and the pathetic questioning tone on the end was obvious even to her.
'Fucking coward' she muttered, her whole demeanor changing as she hid behind her mask. Hauling her ass out of the bed, she accepted the fact that she wasn't going to be able to sleep anymore this night, and slunk over to the mirror in the bathroom, examining her appearance.
She dragged a hand through her midnight-black tresses, fingering the sunset- colored streaks in it. This, perhaps, was one of the oddest things about her. Born that way, it seemed as if her hair was once the blackest of black. before someone dumped a bucket of color, reminiscent of the sunset, on her head, leaving the streaks all over the place, in a chaotic order of sorts. All in all she could've passed for a normal person. until she opened her eyes. The above mentioned were a startling, almost fluorescent, luminous orange. (She faintly recalled one of the doctors the family went to calling it a mutation, deformity, not unlike her hair. However, she rather liked the unusual color, thank you very much). The pupils were rather slit-like and after combining that with her hypnotically gracious movements, petite frame, pale skin with a network of silvery scars, you would get what looked like a snake-like human. Add a sharp cynical mind, a biting tongue, excellent acting skills, and -viola! - you shall get Loren 'Bane' Cecilia Jacqueline Ishtaar Black.
Her parents... Ah. That was a touchy subject. Mother was Egyptian, and behaved herself like royalty. Loren sighed. Her mother wasn't a bad person, just... annoying. Father... his nationality unknown, he was ridiculously wealthy, rather good looking. and his temper was legendary. Both of them were very self-centered and rarely saw their daughter.
She blinked and looked at the clock again. 6: 45. Time just flew by.
She made her bed, ignoring the protests that the maid made just yesterday... as she did nearly all the time. Bane simply didn't like the idea of someone doing all the work for her.
She then turned her mind to more immediate matters. Grabbing the remote control off her desk she switched her boom box on. Humming along to one of her favorite songs, 'plenty' by Sarah McLaughlin, (A/N: get the CD, people! It's bloody incredible!) she put her bathrobe on and went to the bathroom, pulling her loose pants up on the way.
As she came back she made yet another effort to shove aside the events of earlier this morning. She nearly succeeded. She plopped down on the now neat bed and proceeded to read one of her favorite fantasy/ science fiction novel, which she picked up from the library a few days ago. Without further a due she (or, more accurately, her mind) escaped to the world that the author painted, where anything was possible...
********
It was already 12: 30 pm. Ra. Now THAT was surprising. She yawned and then sauntered over to her wardrobe. After pulling out and putting on a button up charcoal grey shirt, a pair of black designer slacks, and soft grey wool coat, she tugged on her favorite leather boots in addition to her usual accessories - sunglasses (so as not to scare the shit out everybody she looked at) a silver watch with an orange face (notice the irony!), bracelet, and necklace.
She was just about to go, when something stopped her. She felt the bizarre urge to pack a bag. Scowling, Bane tried to remember whether her parents mentioned about going anywhere that holiday. She then decided that it wouldn't hurt to pack just in case.
At first she only chose the bare essentials such as her undergarments, toothbrush, hairbrush and money. Then, after a moment of thought she also chose quite a few of neatly folded button up shirts, pairs of pants, socks, and chocolate bars (naturally). She then walked over to her bookshelf and after moving a few things out of the way unearthed two antique, beautifully made daggers, which she also put in the big leather backpack. She also shoved her laptop in it's case and a couple of CD's in. With that over with, she bounded down the stairs, grabbed her keys, yelled a loud 'bye', and left.
All in all, if you overlooked her dreams, this odd occurrence, plus a couple of hallucinations it seemed as if this holiday would be no different from the others...
No one noticed the luminous white light emanating from the innocent looking DVD case on her desk, as it transferred to the bag the girl just packed.
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A few minutes later, Bane raced back up the stairs, having forgotten the DVD. She noticed that it was now on the bag she packed. Frowning she came closer, and hesitated before reaching for the case. Her lips curled in slight disgust as she shook off her momentary stupor and grabbed the case. She felt an electric shock.
Nothing happened.
Sighing in relief, she came even closer.
And just as she touched the bag..
Everything went black.
And then she was falling.
falling.
falling.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
BOOM ...
She fainted.
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Author's Note: how do you like it so far? Should I continue? Is Loren an interesting character? Too much detail? Too little? Need explanations? Please contact me and tell me what you think and what you want. This is will be a Loren/ D fic most -probably-.
Hit the damn Review button! Please! Even if it's just one word! Come ON!
Author: (Dra) Mika
Rating: PG, pg-13
Feedback: will be read over and over and over with a none-diminishing feeling of awe and thankfulness. Feed the starving artist!
Summary: Loren, known as Bane, is your average teenager. except she hardly gets along with anyone, is considered insane and has a knack for getting to people, be that using mental or physical advances. So everything's just peachy, until one-not-so-wonderful day she gets sucked into the world of 'Vampire Hunter D'.
Disclaimer: Vampire Hunter D does not belong to me, however Bane is a product of my admittedly feverish imagination.
Author's Note: Guys, this is merely an experiment, and I have NO idea where I'm going with this. I might update a couple of times a week and then not write anything for months. Suggestions are VERY welcome. In addition, the title really sucks. If you have any ideas as to what I should change it into *shrugs* .you know the drill.
WARNING: as one of the fanfic writers on this site said - I am cursed with the curse of detail. I cannot help but describe EVERYTHING. I'm terribly sorry about the inconvenience, but you'll just have to bear with me. Read on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prologue: --Loren, the sheer audacity of her, and a not-so-brief biography--
Loren, otherwise commonly known as Bane, sighed for just about the millionth time and mused on the subject as too why, exactly, she bothered with all this crap, as she tugged on a lock of hair with such distress that she threatened to tear it out. She winced.
Summer holidays sucked. Bigtime. They were so damn -booooring-. And the worst thing? No on gave a flying fuck.
She continued to sulk and brood as she popped a DVD into the computer. She propped her chin on her hands, not sure what to expect from the anime. The now-empty red plastic case on the table read 'vampire hunter d: bloodlust'. And there seemed nothing wrong with it... except for the fact that the figure on the cover... *moved*. An illusion? Perhaps. And perhaps not. She blinked and assumed that she was simply tired.
And here it starts. She broke one of the main rules of Life As We Know It: NEVER ASSUME.
Bane hit the 'play' button.
********
The girl was disappointed that the. movie (?) ended so fast. She really truly was, since this was one of the few things that actually interested her at moment. She enjoyed watching it. Thus, sighing yet *again* she put the DVD back in the case and went to sleep...
All was calm.
All was well.
But was it, truly? And would it last?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Loren woke up, sitting up abruptly in the bed, sweaty, terrified, and feeling the urge to punch something. She swore using a couple of choice words that would make her parents gasp in horror and looked at the glowing red numbers on her alarm clock. 5: 33 am.
The numbers seemed... ominous. Or something. Why? No apparent reason. After all what was so terrifying about them? 5: 33. They didn't even symbolize anything.
Did they? No, of course not. Silly question.
Scowling, she mentally yelled at herself to get over it, and tried to remember what the dream was about. She nearly succeeded.... nearly. It still slipped away. She realized that this was the 13th time she had this particular dream.
After taking a deep breath, she regained (most of) her wit and chuckled, although rather nervously. She then said to herself 'That's IT! Get OVER yourself, Black! You're just being a silly bint - nothing's gonna happen!' she trailed off. 'Nothing's gonna happen.' She repeated and the pathetic questioning tone on the end was obvious even to her.
'Fucking coward' she muttered, her whole demeanor changing as she hid behind her mask. Hauling her ass out of the bed, she accepted the fact that she wasn't going to be able to sleep anymore this night, and slunk over to the mirror in the bathroom, examining her appearance.
She dragged a hand through her midnight-black tresses, fingering the sunset- colored streaks in it. This, perhaps, was one of the oddest things about her. Born that way, it seemed as if her hair was once the blackest of black. before someone dumped a bucket of color, reminiscent of the sunset, on her head, leaving the streaks all over the place, in a chaotic order of sorts. All in all she could've passed for a normal person. until she opened her eyes. The above mentioned were a startling, almost fluorescent, luminous orange. (She faintly recalled one of the doctors the family went to calling it a mutation, deformity, not unlike her hair. However, she rather liked the unusual color, thank you very much). The pupils were rather slit-like and after combining that with her hypnotically gracious movements, petite frame, pale skin with a network of silvery scars, you would get what looked like a snake-like human. Add a sharp cynical mind, a biting tongue, excellent acting skills, and -viola! - you shall get Loren 'Bane' Cecilia Jacqueline Ishtaar Black.
Her parents... Ah. That was a touchy subject. Mother was Egyptian, and behaved herself like royalty. Loren sighed. Her mother wasn't a bad person, just... annoying. Father... his nationality unknown, he was ridiculously wealthy, rather good looking. and his temper was legendary. Both of them were very self-centered and rarely saw their daughter.
She blinked and looked at the clock again. 6: 45. Time just flew by.
She made her bed, ignoring the protests that the maid made just yesterday... as she did nearly all the time. Bane simply didn't like the idea of someone doing all the work for her.
She then turned her mind to more immediate matters. Grabbing the remote control off her desk she switched her boom box on. Humming along to one of her favorite songs, 'plenty' by Sarah McLaughlin, (A/N: get the CD, people! It's bloody incredible!) she put her bathrobe on and went to the bathroom, pulling her loose pants up on the way.
As she came back she made yet another effort to shove aside the events of earlier this morning. She nearly succeeded. She plopped down on the now neat bed and proceeded to read one of her favorite fantasy/ science fiction novel, which she picked up from the library a few days ago. Without further a due she (or, more accurately, her mind) escaped to the world that the author painted, where anything was possible...
********
It was already 12: 30 pm. Ra. Now THAT was surprising. She yawned and then sauntered over to her wardrobe. After pulling out and putting on a button up charcoal grey shirt, a pair of black designer slacks, and soft grey wool coat, she tugged on her favorite leather boots in addition to her usual accessories - sunglasses (so as not to scare the shit out everybody she looked at) a silver watch with an orange face (notice the irony!), bracelet, and necklace.
She was just about to go, when something stopped her. She felt the bizarre urge to pack a bag. Scowling, Bane tried to remember whether her parents mentioned about going anywhere that holiday. She then decided that it wouldn't hurt to pack just in case.
At first she only chose the bare essentials such as her undergarments, toothbrush, hairbrush and money. Then, after a moment of thought she also chose quite a few of neatly folded button up shirts, pairs of pants, socks, and chocolate bars (naturally). She then walked over to her bookshelf and after moving a few things out of the way unearthed two antique, beautifully made daggers, which she also put in the big leather backpack. She also shoved her laptop in it's case and a couple of CD's in. With that over with, she bounded down the stairs, grabbed her keys, yelled a loud 'bye', and left.
All in all, if you overlooked her dreams, this odd occurrence, plus a couple of hallucinations it seemed as if this holiday would be no different from the others...
No one noticed the luminous white light emanating from the innocent looking DVD case on her desk, as it transferred to the bag the girl just packed.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A few minutes later, Bane raced back up the stairs, having forgotten the DVD. She noticed that it was now on the bag she packed. Frowning she came closer, and hesitated before reaching for the case. Her lips curled in slight disgust as she shook off her momentary stupor and grabbed the case. She felt an electric shock.
Nothing happened.
Sighing in relief, she came even closer.
And just as she touched the bag..
Everything went black.
And then she was falling.
falling.
falling.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
BOOM ...
She fainted.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Note: how do you like it so far? Should I continue? Is Loren an interesting character? Too much detail? Too little? Need explanations? Please contact me and tell me what you think and what you want. This is will be a Loren/ D fic most -probably-.
Hit the damn Review button! Please! Even if it's just one word! Come ON!
