Caytlyn 88
Presence
Chapter 4
Disclaimer- Hey, what do you know. I still don't own anything... don't
sue! Just a highschool kid! Leave the poor, defenseless girl alone,
please?
A/N Okay, here we go again. Sorry about the last chapter... the computer seems to have... eaten it, for lack of a better term. This one, hopefully shall turn out better. Umm, we'll try to have telepathy surrounded on both sides by one * thingy, and two **on each side of thoughts. I am still trying to figure out hot to just use bold and italics to telepathy and thoughts, but it won't play nice (pouting look). If anyone know how to lemme know, please?
Presence, Chapter the fourth
"We're not in our dimension anymore," Doyle's words echoed in my head. How could there be other dimensions? Okay, I was starting to regret that I had ever left home, that I had ever started getting involved in all this new stuff.
"H-how can we not be... there are other dimensions?" I asked frantically. I was still new to the whole supernatural scene, and this was freaking me out.
Doyle watched me, and said, "Yes, there are other dimensions. I don't know how, but we need ta find a way back." I nodded silently, shocked. I looked around, and saw we were still in Los Angeles, or at least a version of it. There were no people here, just an eery silence. It was almost loud, because it was so quiet. I recognized the alley, as the one where that guy had tried to hit on me. I stilled myself, hiding the shudder I felt.
Suddenly, there was a thud behind us, and I had the wild thought maybe it was the drunk, back to finish the job. I whipped around, and Doyle rose to his feet. He reached behind him to me, hauling me by the elbow to my feet. He kept his eyes on a shadow where the sound had emanted from. Another thud followed, by a shuffling like footsteps. I turned forward, and began running, falling easily into the pattern of breathing I had become used to. I began to run, Doyle behind me, eventually drawing even with me.
We got to the street, which, as I said before, was empty. This was a lucky thing, because even though I had been running a lot lately, I was going through that clumbsy stage all teenagers so happily go through, and tripped over my feet. I fell to the pavement, but instantly rebounded to my feet. I stumbled a step, and resumed running, feet pounding against the pavement.
Doyle was ahead of me now, and glanced over his shoulder. I looked back too, and saw a shadow following us, though not quite as fast in pursuit as we were running. I looked forward again, and Doyle was gone. Confused, I ran a few steps farther, and stopped. I went over to a building to lean against it, and look for Doyle. I saw no sign of anyone, anywhere, and then began to panic.
Just then, an arm reached out of the darkness, and yanked me in. I was pulled through a hidden doorway, and I tried to scream. A hand clamped itself over my mouth, and a face was thrust in front of mine.
I could just make out the glint of green eyes, and the features of Doyle's face, and I stopped struggling against him. He released me, and I looked around. We were in some sort of building, and it looked like some sort of studio.
"Umm, is it safe here?" I whispered. Doyle put his hand back over my mouth, and whispered, "Use your telepathy." His hand felt warm and strong against my mouth, comforting me ever so slightly.
*I- Um, can you hear this?* I thought, hoping he could. I was thinking like I usually did, only... louder, in a way. I was going to get a headache from this, I could just tell. I focused slightly, and imagined Doyle hearing it.
*Yeah, I can hear you, Cate.* His response felt like I was thinking, then my thoughts were redirected. I was learning this, and how it felt! Maybe when I learned it, I could just ignore it.
**So, how do we get out of here?** I thought. I didn't focus as much this time, getting a little cocky. There was no response. *Hello?* I asked, somewhat indignantly.
*What, what'd I do?* Doyle thought back, a little shocked.
*Nothing. I guess I don't have very good control over this thing yet.* I said, a little dejectedly. i hid the feeling from my voice, though. Just as always.
I looked at the shadows, and one seemed to move. I glared at it harder, as if I could improve my vision by doing so. As I did this, Doyle began talking to me comfortingly. The tone in his voice made me shy away slightly, unnerved by the idea that someone I barely knew could care about me any so soon, let alone at all. *Cate, you're still new at this. Don' expect so much so soon. You're doin' jus' fine.* Even in his mind voice, his Irish accent carried through.
*Why are you being so nice? You don't even know me. Aren't you scared I'll read your mind, or hurt you, or-* I began to ramble, and Doyle cut me off.
*Nah, I trust ya. I may not know ya very well yet, but the Powers That Be sent me a vision of you ta help you. I get vision of people Angel 'n I are supposed to help. If I got a vision o' you, you are obviously a good person.*
I looked at him, eyes wide. For a person to have that much faith in me... I was shocked. Strangely, I wasn't at all surprised by the notion of higher powers. Maybe I was getting to the point where nothing could surprise me anymore Why did the Powers want to save me? I was just a girl with a few tricks. I was nothing special- my parents had drilled this into my head over and over. I shoved away the thoughts of my parents, angry. I had told myself that part of my life was over, and here I was dwelling on it again.
The shadow I had been watching over Doyle's shoulder suddenly moved again. As I stared at it, willing it to move again so I had proof, it darted forward. I shoved Doyle to the floor, as the demon that emerged moved toward me.
~Doyle's POV~
The girl shoved me to the floor with speed that shocked me, and left me wondering what was going on here. Why had she shoved me to the floor? What was going on?
I looked up, and saw a demon charging Cate, and vaguely realized that was what she had seen, and why I was on the floor. The demon approached the girl, who was frozen. Just as the demon was about to grab her, I kicked her legs out from under her. The move wasn't as good or as graceful as Angel would had managed, but it got the job done. The demon flew by overhead, as Cate hit the ground, and rolled aside.
As it came back, I saw it in more detail. It had pocked skin, oozing some kinda slimy stuff. It grinned, and showed blood-caked teeth. It began to look for us, and I froze.
Suddenly, Cate thought to me, *Don't move. It can only see us when we move.* Amazed, I asked, *How do you know?*
*I don't know. Its just came to me. It's weird. All of a sudden, I... I just knew...* She began to ramble. I told her, *Shh. It's okay, I understand.* A pause, then, *You do?*
I didn't, not really, but I could have Angel solve this later. I just hoped she couldn't hear my thoughts ALL the time...
Then, Cate said, *Hold on, I have an idea.*
The girl turned away from Doyle, and focused on a cabinet that had drawn her attention in the corner. She persuaded it to open, remembering what Angel had been trying to teach her only hours before.
She felt her power rush through her, filling her, before streaming out through her hand as she gestured to the cabinet. Her power tickled slightly, as she pointed slowly, gently at the cabinet, and felt a pulling at her mind. She was learning this! A thrill rushed through her as she felt the power she contained, held closed all these years. A rush, that told the young psychic she could do SO much more than this. The power beckoned her, singing to her... soon, it would be free.
As I watched, I felt Cate turn away from me mentally, and watched as a cabinet began to open. And in the cabinet... a bunch of weapons. *Now, who just leaves a bunch of stories lying around?* She asked me idly, and I could hear excitement in her tone, the first emotion I had heard from her all day.
The girl finally stopped, and I tensed, ready to move. She was breathing hard, from the task, and I wondered, again, just how much power did she have? Suddenly, I rolled to my feet, and darted to the cabinet. The first thing my hand fell on, was a sword, which I yanked out.
I looked back, and saw the demon had seen Cate, but missed me. It nudged her with a toe, and she looked at it, frozen in fear once more.
*W-what's it doing?* She asked me. *I don't know, but DON'T MOVE* I told her. Unbeknownst to me, more demons filed into the room, behind me. Instead, Cate saw, and began to rise, despite what I had told her. She rolled onto her side, and the demon kicked her lightly back down.
Then, the demon kicked her again, and said, "Rise. Or you will die."
Looking to me for approval, Cate began to rise once more, albeit cautiously this time, looking as if she expected another kick. She stood, and automatically moved to me, standing so we were back to back. She was only three or four inches shorter than I was.
The demon spoke again, and said, "Girl, you are needed."
"M-me? N-no, I'm not needed, I, um, no." She stuttered. "Y-you've got the wrong person."
*Shh, Cate, it's fine. Nothin' is gonna happen to ya.* I said mentally, hoping to keep her calm. Hesitantly, I pressed my free hand to hers at our sides.
Cate flinched, when Doyle's hand touched hers. She had never had anyone touch her hand like this before. Not unless it was to hurt her.
She yanked her hand away, and asked, *What are you doing?* She hated the way her nervousness and anxiety found their way into her voice. Weakness- no! She couldn't show weakness, it would all come back again. She was already getting too close to Angel and Doyle, and she couldn't let that happen. She was jolted back to the present when she heard Doyle's mind voice saying something.
*Okay, on three, I gonna start attackin'. You try to push them away from you, with your power. Try to stay by me, and when I tell you to go, run.* She nodded, knowing he could feel her nod against his neck. *One... Two...* Out loud, she whispered, "Three."
Doyle darted away from her, and Cate began to focus on a demon as it grabbed her arm. The majority of the demons went after Doyle, as he swung what she now realized was a sword at them. The sword sang through the air, then made a sickly sound the girl immediately tried to forget, as it sliced through a demon's arm. It howled, and the demons all retreated. For the moment.
AN- Well, I hope this was long enough for you. Next one up soon- I am finally free! Okay, maybe not QUITE free, but close enough... for school. Anyway, R&R for more, and lemme know how the POV switch worked. I think I will try to stick to third person from now on, though. ~Cayt
A/N Okay, here we go again. Sorry about the last chapter... the computer seems to have... eaten it, for lack of a better term. This one, hopefully shall turn out better. Umm, we'll try to have telepathy surrounded on both sides by one * thingy, and two **on each side of thoughts. I am still trying to figure out hot to just use bold and italics to telepathy and thoughts, but it won't play nice (pouting look). If anyone know how to lemme know, please?
Presence, Chapter the fourth
"We're not in our dimension anymore," Doyle's words echoed in my head. How could there be other dimensions? Okay, I was starting to regret that I had ever left home, that I had ever started getting involved in all this new stuff.
"H-how can we not be... there are other dimensions?" I asked frantically. I was still new to the whole supernatural scene, and this was freaking me out.
Doyle watched me, and said, "Yes, there are other dimensions. I don't know how, but we need ta find a way back." I nodded silently, shocked. I looked around, and saw we were still in Los Angeles, or at least a version of it. There were no people here, just an eery silence. It was almost loud, because it was so quiet. I recognized the alley, as the one where that guy had tried to hit on me. I stilled myself, hiding the shudder I felt.
Suddenly, there was a thud behind us, and I had the wild thought maybe it was the drunk, back to finish the job. I whipped around, and Doyle rose to his feet. He reached behind him to me, hauling me by the elbow to my feet. He kept his eyes on a shadow where the sound had emanted from. Another thud followed, by a shuffling like footsteps. I turned forward, and began running, falling easily into the pattern of breathing I had become used to. I began to run, Doyle behind me, eventually drawing even with me.
We got to the street, which, as I said before, was empty. This was a lucky thing, because even though I had been running a lot lately, I was going through that clumbsy stage all teenagers so happily go through, and tripped over my feet. I fell to the pavement, but instantly rebounded to my feet. I stumbled a step, and resumed running, feet pounding against the pavement.
Doyle was ahead of me now, and glanced over his shoulder. I looked back too, and saw a shadow following us, though not quite as fast in pursuit as we were running. I looked forward again, and Doyle was gone. Confused, I ran a few steps farther, and stopped. I went over to a building to lean against it, and look for Doyle. I saw no sign of anyone, anywhere, and then began to panic.
Just then, an arm reached out of the darkness, and yanked me in. I was pulled through a hidden doorway, and I tried to scream. A hand clamped itself over my mouth, and a face was thrust in front of mine.
I could just make out the glint of green eyes, and the features of Doyle's face, and I stopped struggling against him. He released me, and I looked around. We were in some sort of building, and it looked like some sort of studio.
"Umm, is it safe here?" I whispered. Doyle put his hand back over my mouth, and whispered, "Use your telepathy." His hand felt warm and strong against my mouth, comforting me ever so slightly.
*I- Um, can you hear this?* I thought, hoping he could. I was thinking like I usually did, only... louder, in a way. I was going to get a headache from this, I could just tell. I focused slightly, and imagined Doyle hearing it.
*Yeah, I can hear you, Cate.* His response felt like I was thinking, then my thoughts were redirected. I was learning this, and how it felt! Maybe when I learned it, I could just ignore it.
**So, how do we get out of here?** I thought. I didn't focus as much this time, getting a little cocky. There was no response. *Hello?* I asked, somewhat indignantly.
*What, what'd I do?* Doyle thought back, a little shocked.
*Nothing. I guess I don't have very good control over this thing yet.* I said, a little dejectedly. i hid the feeling from my voice, though. Just as always.
I looked at the shadows, and one seemed to move. I glared at it harder, as if I could improve my vision by doing so. As I did this, Doyle began talking to me comfortingly. The tone in his voice made me shy away slightly, unnerved by the idea that someone I barely knew could care about me any so soon, let alone at all. *Cate, you're still new at this. Don' expect so much so soon. You're doin' jus' fine.* Even in his mind voice, his Irish accent carried through.
*Why are you being so nice? You don't even know me. Aren't you scared I'll read your mind, or hurt you, or-* I began to ramble, and Doyle cut me off.
*Nah, I trust ya. I may not know ya very well yet, but the Powers That Be sent me a vision of you ta help you. I get vision of people Angel 'n I are supposed to help. If I got a vision o' you, you are obviously a good person.*
I looked at him, eyes wide. For a person to have that much faith in me... I was shocked. Strangely, I wasn't at all surprised by the notion of higher powers. Maybe I was getting to the point where nothing could surprise me anymore Why did the Powers want to save me? I was just a girl with a few tricks. I was nothing special- my parents had drilled this into my head over and over. I shoved away the thoughts of my parents, angry. I had told myself that part of my life was over, and here I was dwelling on it again.
The shadow I had been watching over Doyle's shoulder suddenly moved again. As I stared at it, willing it to move again so I had proof, it darted forward. I shoved Doyle to the floor, as the demon that emerged moved toward me.
~Doyle's POV~
The girl shoved me to the floor with speed that shocked me, and left me wondering what was going on here. Why had she shoved me to the floor? What was going on?
I looked up, and saw a demon charging Cate, and vaguely realized that was what she had seen, and why I was on the floor. The demon approached the girl, who was frozen. Just as the demon was about to grab her, I kicked her legs out from under her. The move wasn't as good or as graceful as Angel would had managed, but it got the job done. The demon flew by overhead, as Cate hit the ground, and rolled aside.
As it came back, I saw it in more detail. It had pocked skin, oozing some kinda slimy stuff. It grinned, and showed blood-caked teeth. It began to look for us, and I froze.
Suddenly, Cate thought to me, *Don't move. It can only see us when we move.* Amazed, I asked, *How do you know?*
*I don't know. Its just came to me. It's weird. All of a sudden, I... I just knew...* She began to ramble. I told her, *Shh. It's okay, I understand.* A pause, then, *You do?*
I didn't, not really, but I could have Angel solve this later. I just hoped she couldn't hear my thoughts ALL the time...
Then, Cate said, *Hold on, I have an idea.*
The girl turned away from Doyle, and focused on a cabinet that had drawn her attention in the corner. She persuaded it to open, remembering what Angel had been trying to teach her only hours before.
She felt her power rush through her, filling her, before streaming out through her hand as she gestured to the cabinet. Her power tickled slightly, as she pointed slowly, gently at the cabinet, and felt a pulling at her mind. She was learning this! A thrill rushed through her as she felt the power she contained, held closed all these years. A rush, that told the young psychic she could do SO much more than this. The power beckoned her, singing to her... soon, it would be free.
As I watched, I felt Cate turn away from me mentally, and watched as a cabinet began to open. And in the cabinet... a bunch of weapons. *Now, who just leaves a bunch of stories lying around?* She asked me idly, and I could hear excitement in her tone, the first emotion I had heard from her all day.
The girl finally stopped, and I tensed, ready to move. She was breathing hard, from the task, and I wondered, again, just how much power did she have? Suddenly, I rolled to my feet, and darted to the cabinet. The first thing my hand fell on, was a sword, which I yanked out.
I looked back, and saw the demon had seen Cate, but missed me. It nudged her with a toe, and she looked at it, frozen in fear once more.
*W-what's it doing?* She asked me. *I don't know, but DON'T MOVE* I told her. Unbeknownst to me, more demons filed into the room, behind me. Instead, Cate saw, and began to rise, despite what I had told her. She rolled onto her side, and the demon kicked her lightly back down.
Then, the demon kicked her again, and said, "Rise. Or you will die."
Looking to me for approval, Cate began to rise once more, albeit cautiously this time, looking as if she expected another kick. She stood, and automatically moved to me, standing so we were back to back. She was only three or four inches shorter than I was.
The demon spoke again, and said, "Girl, you are needed."
"M-me? N-no, I'm not needed, I, um, no." She stuttered. "Y-you've got the wrong person."
*Shh, Cate, it's fine. Nothin' is gonna happen to ya.* I said mentally, hoping to keep her calm. Hesitantly, I pressed my free hand to hers at our sides.
Cate flinched, when Doyle's hand touched hers. She had never had anyone touch her hand like this before. Not unless it was to hurt her.
She yanked her hand away, and asked, *What are you doing?* She hated the way her nervousness and anxiety found their way into her voice. Weakness- no! She couldn't show weakness, it would all come back again. She was already getting too close to Angel and Doyle, and she couldn't let that happen. She was jolted back to the present when she heard Doyle's mind voice saying something.
*Okay, on three, I gonna start attackin'. You try to push them away from you, with your power. Try to stay by me, and when I tell you to go, run.* She nodded, knowing he could feel her nod against his neck. *One... Two...* Out loud, she whispered, "Three."
Doyle darted away from her, and Cate began to focus on a demon as it grabbed her arm. The majority of the demons went after Doyle, as he swung what she now realized was a sword at them. The sword sang through the air, then made a sickly sound the girl immediately tried to forget, as it sliced through a demon's arm. It howled, and the demons all retreated. For the moment.
AN- Well, I hope this was long enough for you. Next one up soon- I am finally free! Okay, maybe not QUITE free, but close enough... for school. Anyway, R&R for more, and lemme know how the POV switch worked. I think I will try to stick to third person from now on, though. ~Cayt