I do not own Amelia Atwater Rhodes' characters. They are hers. Any characters that you have not read about are mine. I have made up no new vampires. Any witches you haven't heard of, are mine. All of the humans are also mine. Basically this is my own twist of Shattered Mirror where Sarah didn't become a vampire, but instead, well, you'll see what she did.
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When she realised how easy it would be to kill him, bile rose in her throat. She cared about Christopher, she didn't want to lose him. Not by her hand. Nikolas was watching her, he didn't trust her. Kaleo had come into the house. He looked at the group. The window was opened by Kaleo. The wind blew in, it smelled like pine, it knocked over the white vase. It shattered.
When Sarah whirled scared all three vampires were extremely surprised. She stared at the glass, it landed where her blood had formed a small puddle. She almost looked frightened. They would have understood had they known that the glass shattered in such a way that they matched the fragments Sarah had created when she shattered the window at finding her father dead.
The door opened, it was Nyssa. Sarah looked at her. She bolted. Nikolas had never seen a witch run so fast before. They all stood there. The car started and tore out. Kaleo could swear he smelled burnt rubber. They all stared at the open door.
Sarah couldn't believe it, not that she was running, but that the pieces looked so much like those fragments. Not just that, but the vase reminded her of her porcelain floor, that was where some of her blood had landed, and where it landed later when her mother pulled out the glass fragments. The wind had blown in and knocked it over, but the wind smelled of something, pine. Just like her father.
"Daddy." she whispered and continued driving. She drove on for as long as she could before she got tired. She then stopped at a gas station, got some gas, drove a little farther, and stopped her car and got some rest.
She awoke the next morning, she drove on, she didn't know where she was going, and tried to look for somewhere to go. She decided on going to Massachusetts to get things started. It didn't take that long. She got there the next day and got her money re-rooted to a bank account her mother couldn't trace.
She continued on her way west. In a little over a day she reached Cheyenne Wyoming. She got out, found a small motel, and stayed a night. She checked out after nine hours of sleep and vanished. She had gotten a hold of a map and headed for Shirley Basin. Once there she parked at a gas station. After coming back holding a water bottle and some desserts she had to duck behind a wall. She saw a woman who she knew without a doubt was a witch.
She got in her car and drove farther on. She stopped at some peaceful country side and waited there, catching some sleep. At 10:00 p.m. she got out and went for a walk.
"So, this is what has become of the great Sarah Vida." she said to herself. "The great hunter, now hides from her own kind, and from vampires. Maybe you should fall on your knife." It was true, she had greatly considered killing herself, but she didn't wish to. Not when she could at least do something to make up for the great crime she had committed. She had desecrated the name of Vida, at least she could do something to make up for it.
"Now that would be a waist of a pretty face." Sarah turned at once, knowing that voice. Kaleo. She glared at him.
"And a good fighter." he added. He smiled at her. She stared him down and turned away. She was not in the mood for games. She wasn't in the mood to talk right now either. She needed to regain whatever sense she had not lost.
"Well, I would say that's rather harsh. I personally think you made the right choice. But then again, you wouldn't trust the opinion of a leech, now would you?" she turned on him. . . she shook her head. She should have said something, cursed him, anything, no, she would ignore it, it was true. She and all of her kind saw them as that, but she couldn't say it. She could call them murderer, and call them cold, and a few foul names, but not leech.
Why? Why could she not abide by the code she knew so well?
"Because, you woke up." he said. She turned on him. He smiled.
"I like this game, I say something you become furious, you say something, I say something, and it repeats." "Interesting." "You witches do that a lot you know." "Repeat." "All you do is kill." he said. Sarah was about to say something, then it vanished, she thought. Was that true? She thought about her training, there were many witches who did not kill, yes, but, for the most part, many witches did kill. All could, some just chose not to. Her eyes widened, witches and vampires were similiar. It was true they had their differences, and they were extreme, but they also had strong similiarities. Why had she not seen it before? Why were these thoughts coming now?
"Because, your mother clouded your mind with black and white, you knew only what she told you." "As for why they come now, I don't know, maybe you had these thoughts all along, and you just never voiced them." Sarah rolled her eyes at the thought. She could not have carried such thoughts. At least that was what she thought. But part of her said no, she had had them, they'd been with her for a long time, she just never knew it. She did not understand. Then it hit her, the wind, the reason she was watching the woods. Her father!
"What does he have to do with it?" Kaleo asked. She turned.
"Could you please stay out of my head?" she wondered why she had asked. He was intruding in her mind, he had no right. She had a right to privacy.
Nothing to do with the fact I'm a vampire? she turned to him.
Do you mind? I'm trying to think.
My apologies pretty Sarah. I did not mean to intrude.
Right. Sarah didn't believe him for a moment. She knew he was enjoying it. Was he giving her these thoughts? No. There was something different. Something strong, warm, comfortable about these thoughts.
"Perhaps you would feel comfortable with something else as well as these thoughts?" Kaleo asked. Sarah turned curiously.
"Like what?" she asked him.
"Like sharing a bed with a vampire, as I'm sure you were planning on with Christopher, eventually." Sarah looked at him. He gave her an unmistakable look.
"No thank you." "I thought you only went for girls who were good in the arts." "Or, are you only getting back at Nikolas and Kristpher? For Christine?" Kaleo chuckled.
"I am attracted to beauty, like anyone else." "And you're right, normally, I wouldn't pay attention to you." "But, you are unique." "I knew that from day one." "Besides, you've made your art, killing." "And you are good at it." She rolled her eyes and went over ot her car.
"It's an offer Sarah, but you might want to take it, I can take what I want if need be. Though I imagine you would prefer it rough." His smile was unmistakable. Sarah was still human, and did not have her sixth sense, or abilities to call on her magic, but she could still fight. She could also still do domething else.
"Maybe your right." she said getting closer, he smiled just before she kneed him in the groin. He doubled over. "Or maybe you're wrong." she said. There was a laugh in the night. She had never heard it before, but she knew it belonged to a vampire. Sarah looked around, now she knew what it was liek to be hunted and not have her senses. She ran to her car got in and peeled away. She saw Kaleo get up and glare at her, but he then smiled and shook his head. Sarah shook her head confused and drove on, she would have to try and figure out exactly what Kaleo had in mind later.
A few hours later over in Montana she got out of her car, filled it up, and drove to the nearest bank.
"Hello Miss, how may I help you?"
"I wish to transfer accounts." "Can you take all the money in these two accounts," handing her two slips of paper, one labeled checking, one labeled saving," and put it into these two accounts?" there were two more account numbers labeled checking 2 and savings 2. The woman stroked a few keys with hot pink artificial nails, then she turned to Sarah.
"All of it Miss?"
"Yes maam." She was glad her bank had several locations. Not only that, but the accounts were given a special trait, they would work in any bank. So it didn't matter, but she wanted to keep it her bank till she had to change.
"Would you do me a favor?" Sarah asked.
"Yes?" she asked.
"There is a number you are supposed to call for any changes in accounts, don't call it." "It's very important that you don't." the woman nodded her head, puzzled, but she'd do it.
"Thank you." Sarah said. She came out of the bank and headed to a motel after passing a boy with red hair and black eyes, she looked back, she knew he was a vampire, but she wondered, was he the one who was with Kaleo? She got out the door and into her car and shook her head, she had to focus. She went out and found a burger place. She bought lunch.
Sarah sat eating and noticed, that there was a group of boys watching her. She looked around, noticed nothing, and became curious. Se was relieved when there was a girl outside who waved at the boys and came in and went over. The boys did not look at her again. She sighed with relief. Another boy came in, he had curly sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and was seventeen, eighteen easy. He wore a leather jacket with a black sleeveless shirt, black jeans and a chain hanging from a wallet. His friends were dressed the same for the most part.
Sarah ignored them and pulled out a map. She looked on it for something. Anything that would catch her eye, nothing did. So it seemed she would be there for a while. She put the map away, and threw her food away. She left the restaurant and got in her car. She noticed that the boys were watching her, the ones who came in. She drove away unconcerned. She was back at the motel and she wondered, what was she going to do? She needed a job, she also needed a house eventually, or an apartment. She looked at the paper. She found one, an apartment with a room mate. $250.00 a month. $50.00 down payment. The person obvously needed the room mate, or the money. Sarah resolved she would call the person in the morning. She fell asleep.
Sarah pulled into the driveway and looked at the building, it wasn't bad. She had seen better, and worse. She went up to the room. She knocked on the door and checked the time. A girl opened the door, she had black hair and had a pierced nose and lip, and three piercings on her right ear, four on her left. She had normal skin, and was just shy of being considered fat, a medium width. She wore a shirt that said "SATAN'S CHILD" in white dripping font.
"What do you want?" she asked lazilly.
"I'm Sarah, I'm here about the room." the girl changed her attitude.
"Hey, come on in, sorry, you get salesmen and Avon a lot." "So, have you got the fifty dollar down payment?" she asked. Sarah looked at her.
"I would like to look at the room first."
"Oh, whatever." "Follow me." she led her to an average sized bedroom. It had a bed, a dresser, a closet, a vanity, and three windows with curtains. It also had a desk, nothing fancy, it was a typical school type desk. Sarah looked around, she tested the bed by sitting on it.
"So, I would be here?" Sarah asked making sure.
"Yeah, you can put your clothes there," pointing at the dresser,"and whatever wherever." "You make your own breakfast, and you give the other tennent the shopping list, he'll take care of it." "Alex." Sarah nodded.
"Well, I haven't caught your name." Sarah said.
"Louise." she said. Sarah handed her the fifty dollars. Sarah nodded again. Louise nodded. Sarah went out to her car and brought all of her stuff in, which was not very much.
"Louise, where would I go if I was going to wash clothes?" Louise pointed down the hall.
"Laundry is down those stairs in the basement. Not too far though, there's a sign."
"Thanks." Sarah said. She took her dirty laundry down there and washed clothes and read for two hours. She came back up and found that Louise had invited friends over. The boy from the restaurant and his friends were there. Now he wore a silver chain with a skull on it. The sandy haired boy smiled at Sarah, in a similiar way that Kaleo had.
"Friends?" Sarah asked, curiously. She looked up.
"Oh, this is my brother, Jeffrey." There were other boys in the room, five others. She introduced them.
Bill was a chunky boy with short dark brown almost black hair. Chuck was a bald skinny teenager with piercings all over ears and nose. Jimmy was a medium width boy with blond hair and brown eyes. Sam was a boy who had black hair and brown eyes and was skinny. And Tom was a chunky boy with blond hair and brown eyes. They all watched her, but Jeffrey looked at her. Checking out every part of her body slowly. She iddn't know what was going on in the small pervertedmind of his, but she was sure if she did she would rip his throat out. She all ready wanted to do that. She looked in his eyes, it wasn't hard to figure out what he was thinking.
As bad as Kaleo. Sarah thought as she went in her room. She went through her things. Nothing was mssing, and in her opinion she had packed what she'd need. She looked around, so this is what she had come to. Living in an apartment with a girl who had a sick brother, and twisted friends, and she herself looked like she was a satanic cult member.
"Well, I suppose life could be worse."
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When she realised how easy it would be to kill him, bile rose in her throat. She cared about Christopher, she didn't want to lose him. Not by her hand. Nikolas was watching her, he didn't trust her. Kaleo had come into the house. He looked at the group. The window was opened by Kaleo. The wind blew in, it smelled like pine, it knocked over the white vase. It shattered.
When Sarah whirled scared all three vampires were extremely surprised. She stared at the glass, it landed where her blood had formed a small puddle. She almost looked frightened. They would have understood had they known that the glass shattered in such a way that they matched the fragments Sarah had created when she shattered the window at finding her father dead.
The door opened, it was Nyssa. Sarah looked at her. She bolted. Nikolas had never seen a witch run so fast before. They all stood there. The car started and tore out. Kaleo could swear he smelled burnt rubber. They all stared at the open door.
Sarah couldn't believe it, not that she was running, but that the pieces looked so much like those fragments. Not just that, but the vase reminded her of her porcelain floor, that was where some of her blood had landed, and where it landed later when her mother pulled out the glass fragments. The wind had blown in and knocked it over, but the wind smelled of something, pine. Just like her father.
"Daddy." she whispered and continued driving. She drove on for as long as she could before she got tired. She then stopped at a gas station, got some gas, drove a little farther, and stopped her car and got some rest.
She awoke the next morning, she drove on, she didn't know where she was going, and tried to look for somewhere to go. She decided on going to Massachusetts to get things started. It didn't take that long. She got there the next day and got her money re-rooted to a bank account her mother couldn't trace.
She continued on her way west. In a little over a day she reached Cheyenne Wyoming. She got out, found a small motel, and stayed a night. She checked out after nine hours of sleep and vanished. She had gotten a hold of a map and headed for Shirley Basin. Once there she parked at a gas station. After coming back holding a water bottle and some desserts she had to duck behind a wall. She saw a woman who she knew without a doubt was a witch.
She got in her car and drove farther on. She stopped at some peaceful country side and waited there, catching some sleep. At 10:00 p.m. she got out and went for a walk.
"So, this is what has become of the great Sarah Vida." she said to herself. "The great hunter, now hides from her own kind, and from vampires. Maybe you should fall on your knife." It was true, she had greatly considered killing herself, but she didn't wish to. Not when she could at least do something to make up for the great crime she had committed. She had desecrated the name of Vida, at least she could do something to make up for it.
"Now that would be a waist of a pretty face." Sarah turned at once, knowing that voice. Kaleo. She glared at him.
"And a good fighter." he added. He smiled at her. She stared him down and turned away. She was not in the mood for games. She wasn't in the mood to talk right now either. She needed to regain whatever sense she had not lost.
"Well, I would say that's rather harsh. I personally think you made the right choice. But then again, you wouldn't trust the opinion of a leech, now would you?" she turned on him. . . she shook her head. She should have said something, cursed him, anything, no, she would ignore it, it was true. She and all of her kind saw them as that, but she couldn't say it. She could call them murderer, and call them cold, and a few foul names, but not leech.
Why? Why could she not abide by the code she knew so well?
"Because, you woke up." he said. She turned on him. He smiled.
"I like this game, I say something you become furious, you say something, I say something, and it repeats." "Interesting." "You witches do that a lot you know." "Repeat." "All you do is kill." he said. Sarah was about to say something, then it vanished, she thought. Was that true? She thought about her training, there were many witches who did not kill, yes, but, for the most part, many witches did kill. All could, some just chose not to. Her eyes widened, witches and vampires were similiar. It was true they had their differences, and they were extreme, but they also had strong similiarities. Why had she not seen it before? Why were these thoughts coming now?
"Because, your mother clouded your mind with black and white, you knew only what she told you." "As for why they come now, I don't know, maybe you had these thoughts all along, and you just never voiced them." Sarah rolled her eyes at the thought. She could not have carried such thoughts. At least that was what she thought. But part of her said no, she had had them, they'd been with her for a long time, she just never knew it. She did not understand. Then it hit her, the wind, the reason she was watching the woods. Her father!
"What does he have to do with it?" Kaleo asked. She turned.
"Could you please stay out of my head?" she wondered why she had asked. He was intruding in her mind, he had no right. She had a right to privacy.
Nothing to do with the fact I'm a vampire? she turned to him.
Do you mind? I'm trying to think.
My apologies pretty Sarah. I did not mean to intrude.
Right. Sarah didn't believe him for a moment. She knew he was enjoying it. Was he giving her these thoughts? No. There was something different. Something strong, warm, comfortable about these thoughts.
"Perhaps you would feel comfortable with something else as well as these thoughts?" Kaleo asked. Sarah turned curiously.
"Like what?" she asked him.
"Like sharing a bed with a vampire, as I'm sure you were planning on with Christopher, eventually." Sarah looked at him. He gave her an unmistakable look.
"No thank you." "I thought you only went for girls who were good in the arts." "Or, are you only getting back at Nikolas and Kristpher? For Christine?" Kaleo chuckled.
"I am attracted to beauty, like anyone else." "And you're right, normally, I wouldn't pay attention to you." "But, you are unique." "I knew that from day one." "Besides, you've made your art, killing." "And you are good at it." She rolled her eyes and went over ot her car.
"It's an offer Sarah, but you might want to take it, I can take what I want if need be. Though I imagine you would prefer it rough." His smile was unmistakable. Sarah was still human, and did not have her sixth sense, or abilities to call on her magic, but she could still fight. She could also still do domething else.
"Maybe your right." she said getting closer, he smiled just before she kneed him in the groin. He doubled over. "Or maybe you're wrong." she said. There was a laugh in the night. She had never heard it before, but she knew it belonged to a vampire. Sarah looked around, now she knew what it was liek to be hunted and not have her senses. She ran to her car got in and peeled away. She saw Kaleo get up and glare at her, but he then smiled and shook his head. Sarah shook her head confused and drove on, she would have to try and figure out exactly what Kaleo had in mind later.
A few hours later over in Montana she got out of her car, filled it up, and drove to the nearest bank.
"Hello Miss, how may I help you?"
"I wish to transfer accounts." "Can you take all the money in these two accounts," handing her two slips of paper, one labeled checking, one labeled saving," and put it into these two accounts?" there were two more account numbers labeled checking 2 and savings 2. The woman stroked a few keys with hot pink artificial nails, then she turned to Sarah.
"All of it Miss?"
"Yes maam." She was glad her bank had several locations. Not only that, but the accounts were given a special trait, they would work in any bank. So it didn't matter, but she wanted to keep it her bank till she had to change.
"Would you do me a favor?" Sarah asked.
"Yes?" she asked.
"There is a number you are supposed to call for any changes in accounts, don't call it." "It's very important that you don't." the woman nodded her head, puzzled, but she'd do it.
"Thank you." Sarah said. She came out of the bank and headed to a motel after passing a boy with red hair and black eyes, she looked back, she knew he was a vampire, but she wondered, was he the one who was with Kaleo? She got out the door and into her car and shook her head, she had to focus. She went out and found a burger place. She bought lunch.
Sarah sat eating and noticed, that there was a group of boys watching her. She looked around, noticed nothing, and became curious. Se was relieved when there was a girl outside who waved at the boys and came in and went over. The boys did not look at her again. She sighed with relief. Another boy came in, he had curly sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and was seventeen, eighteen easy. He wore a leather jacket with a black sleeveless shirt, black jeans and a chain hanging from a wallet. His friends were dressed the same for the most part.
Sarah ignored them and pulled out a map. She looked on it for something. Anything that would catch her eye, nothing did. So it seemed she would be there for a while. She put the map away, and threw her food away. She left the restaurant and got in her car. She noticed that the boys were watching her, the ones who came in. She drove away unconcerned. She was back at the motel and she wondered, what was she going to do? She needed a job, she also needed a house eventually, or an apartment. She looked at the paper. She found one, an apartment with a room mate. $250.00 a month. $50.00 down payment. The person obvously needed the room mate, or the money. Sarah resolved she would call the person in the morning. She fell asleep.
Sarah pulled into the driveway and looked at the building, it wasn't bad. She had seen better, and worse. She went up to the room. She knocked on the door and checked the time. A girl opened the door, she had black hair and had a pierced nose and lip, and three piercings on her right ear, four on her left. She had normal skin, and was just shy of being considered fat, a medium width. She wore a shirt that said "SATAN'S CHILD" in white dripping font.
"What do you want?" she asked lazilly.
"I'm Sarah, I'm here about the room." the girl changed her attitude.
"Hey, come on in, sorry, you get salesmen and Avon a lot." "So, have you got the fifty dollar down payment?" she asked. Sarah looked at her.
"I would like to look at the room first."
"Oh, whatever." "Follow me." she led her to an average sized bedroom. It had a bed, a dresser, a closet, a vanity, and three windows with curtains. It also had a desk, nothing fancy, it was a typical school type desk. Sarah looked around, she tested the bed by sitting on it.
"So, I would be here?" Sarah asked making sure.
"Yeah, you can put your clothes there," pointing at the dresser,"and whatever wherever." "You make your own breakfast, and you give the other tennent the shopping list, he'll take care of it." "Alex." Sarah nodded.
"Well, I haven't caught your name." Sarah said.
"Louise." she said. Sarah handed her the fifty dollars. Sarah nodded again. Louise nodded. Sarah went out to her car and brought all of her stuff in, which was not very much.
"Louise, where would I go if I was going to wash clothes?" Louise pointed down the hall.
"Laundry is down those stairs in the basement. Not too far though, there's a sign."
"Thanks." Sarah said. She took her dirty laundry down there and washed clothes and read for two hours. She came back up and found that Louise had invited friends over. The boy from the restaurant and his friends were there. Now he wore a silver chain with a skull on it. The sandy haired boy smiled at Sarah, in a similiar way that Kaleo had.
"Friends?" Sarah asked, curiously. She looked up.
"Oh, this is my brother, Jeffrey." There were other boys in the room, five others. She introduced them.
Bill was a chunky boy with short dark brown almost black hair. Chuck was a bald skinny teenager with piercings all over ears and nose. Jimmy was a medium width boy with blond hair and brown eyes. Sam was a boy who had black hair and brown eyes and was skinny. And Tom was a chunky boy with blond hair and brown eyes. They all watched her, but Jeffrey looked at her. Checking out every part of her body slowly. She iddn't know what was going on in the small pervertedmind of his, but she was sure if she did she would rip his throat out. She all ready wanted to do that. She looked in his eyes, it wasn't hard to figure out what he was thinking.
As bad as Kaleo. Sarah thought as she went in her room. She went through her things. Nothing was mssing, and in her opinion she had packed what she'd need. She looked around, so this is what she had come to. Living in an apartment with a girl who had a sick brother, and twisted friends, and she herself looked like she was a satanic cult member.
"Well, I suppose life could be worse."