Thank you so much for the reviews. Here's another chapter. Enjoy!
Oh, by the way. Forgot to do the disclaimer thingie in the first chapter. Disclaimer: I do not own Eidos, or Soul Reaver. I do own Lizz/Raevin, and you know the drill. You want to use her, ask. I'll probably say yes, but asking is nice. ;p
~Raevin~
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Lizz jumped back as the vampire lunged at her, baring its fangs and hissing. It thrust it's stick at Lizz, who ducked and let the stick puncture her wall. She cursed under her breath as the vamp shoved her up against the wall next to her sword racks. "Bad mistake, buddy." She snapped, kicking it in the gut and pushing it back. She thrust the lance at the vamp, then grabbed the closest object--her Celtic short sword-- off the sword rack and held it close.
The lance went all the way through the vampire's chest. The fiend howled and screeched with anger and clawed at Lizz, but missed and fell to the floor, dead. Completely dead. Shaking, Lizz knelt and rolled the monster over. It was dead, alright. "It's not going to be moving." She said to herself. She stood up on shaky legs and stumbled out of her room.
Her rec room was a disaster area. The couch was in pieces all over the room, and the pillows and blankets were shredded. "Oh god…" Lizz gasped, leaning against the wall for support. "Finn!" She screamed. Her hound came bounding down the stairs, fur and tail bristling. The moment Finn smelled the vamp, he let out a howl. "No, it's okay, boy." Lizz said, sliding down the wall. "Come here, is everyone alright upstairs?" Finn placed his head in Lizz's lap and whines softly. Lizz's empathic abilities told her that everyone was alright. "Go upstairs, boy." Lizz said. Finn stood up, licked Lizz's hand, bared his teeth at the vamp corpse, and ran back upstairs.
Lizz grasped her sword firmly and attached the sheath to her belt. She stood back up and stumbled over to the TV, which had a huge hole in the screen. It looked as if the vampire had jumped out of the TV screen itself, as the glass was all over the floor of the room. The insides of the TV were scattered throughout the room, and the larger glass shards had a strange black glow on their edges.
"Oh, that's freaky." Lizz said, tenderly picking up a large glass shard. She traced the edge of the shard, and winced as it sliced into her hand. "I hope this doesn't have any strange affect on me or something." She muttered, sucking on her bleeding finger as she slipped the glass shard into her pocket.
She left the TV to inspect her Playstation. The remains of the game system were inside the shell of the TV, but the game disc was in perfect condition. "Oh, that's even more freaky than the glowing glass." Lizz murmured. She stuck her head into the shell of the big screen to retrieve the game system when the whole thing started to glow with an alternating black and white aura. "Oh, this isn't good." Lizz said, stepping back to a safe distance from the glowing TV, Playstation, and Soul Reaver disc.
She retrieved the lance from the vampire corpse and stood in a fighting stance, facing the glowing electronic remains. The glow brightened and Lizz was forced to shield her eyes and hold the lance at the same time. "That TV is supposed to be broken." She growled. "So it's not supposed to be glowing."
Suddenly, the whole thing flared with light. Lizz screamed something, but the flare had somehow made her deaf. Something hard and heavy flew out of the glare and connected to Lizz's temple, knocking her unconscious.
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Some time later, Lizz woke up. Her head hurt, and when she raised her hand to her head, it felt wet. She was bleeding. She groaned softly and tried to move, but her body refused to cooperate. She stayed where she was, waiting for death to come or the pain to subside, whichever would come first.
Death never came, but the pain never left, either. Lizz slowly sat up, trying not to get dizzy. She looked around to see where she was, and noticed she wasn't in her living room anymore. She was still wearing the same clothes, her sword was still in its sheath and attached to her belt, and her lance was beside her on the ground.
She was in a field.
The grass of the field came up to her chest when she was seated. There were no trees at all in the field. A forest bordered one side of the field, and a village bordered the side opposite of the forest. A rough wooden fence surrounded the field, and a herd of horses grazed on the grass. There were four gates on the fence: one led to the village, one led to the forest, a gate for each field next to the one Lizz was in.
Lizz used her lance to lean against as she stood up. As soon as she had figured out where north was, she was able to make a mental map of the field and everything around it. The forest was south of her, and the village was north. Fields flanked the eastern and western sides of the field. The field on the east held a large herd of cattle. The field on the west appeared to be used for farming some sort of crop, probably corn or wheat.
The village had a medieval look to it. The buildings were either made of some sort of brick, wood, or stones. Most of the buildings had thatched roofs, but a few had wooden roofs, and most of them were made of either stone or brick. The wooden ones appeared to be stalls or barns. Smoke curled upward from the chimneys, and Lizz could plainly see the living areas and business areas of the village; the village's market area was marked with a tavern and inn.
The forest to the south made Lizz nervous. The only thing that made her more nervous was the fact that she new she wasn't in Nebraska anymore.
A few of the horses around her noticed her, but only one actually came near. It was a beautiful stallion, pure white with a black mane and tail. It nudged Lizz gently with his muzzle, begging to be scratched. Lizz did so, scratching him under the chin and then behind the ears.
"Where am I?" She asked. But the horse didn't answer.