I'd like to thank Widow Dracula and Hermione-Malfoy for their support pertaining to my last story "Angel of Tragedy". You two are LITERALLY my biggest fans. You two are the reason I keep writing! Rock on chickies!
FIC INFO:
NAME: Meteora
MOVIE: Van Helsing
GENRE: Tragedy, Angst
WARNINGS: -violence
-chance of character death? (not Tragedy or Van Helsing! Don't worry)
-vulgar language
-rating may vary
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Van Helsing, and sadly I never will. . .cries
CLAIMER: I own Tragedy Angel! As I've said before no stealing!
AN: Please no flames! If you don't like it don't read it!
Okay, with all that said here you go!
CHAPTER 1: FOREWORD
She ran through the dark streets of London. She hated him, her life, her home. . .she thought about that word. Home, did she have one? Probably not a permanaent one. She'd had many houses that she'd stayed in. Many so-called, "homes".
Stares carried onboard the faces hate, anger, pride, and judgement. Where was she going to go now? Where could she go? Her life was in shambles. Never again did she want to come back here! People only knew her as "Phantom" or the more popular "Lady Death".
Depressed and tired, she ran into an alley. Her life was SO different now. She used to be So happy. Now she was nothing but a woman who killed, lied, screamed and bled for the ones she loved. THey had no idea what she'd been through. She sat down on the nearest dry place and gathered her black and red leather trenchcoat about her.
She thought back to her youth. The daythat her living hell was born.
FLASHBACK
Her brother looked at her with malice in his icy, blue eyes. THe hand holding her gun was shaking. He was smiling, evil, so much hatred, even in his voice as he spoke,"Anya," he said with a tone that would scare Freddy," why do you tremble? Come on inside and join the party," he motioned toward the house, she turned and ran. A shot rang out and she fell,"Bad move, Anya," he walked toward her calmly. He'd shot her in the leg, she realized she wasn't going anywhere for now. He draggedher into the house," Sit!" he commanded.
Several of his friends stepped out of the shadows," Hello, Anya," their voices made her skin crawl.
Then her saviors came, her parents had come, she yelled as loud as she could. Her brother slapped her, her mother rushed inside and told her brother's friends to leave.
"What's going on here?" demanded her father.
"We were just playing," he said sweetly," weren't we Anya?" his eyes flashed.
"Yes," she'd whimpered,"I was playing with father's gun. I didn't mean to shoot it. It clipped me in the leg," she'd just told a life-saving lie.
END FLASHBACK
A stone rolled next to her feet, she flipped over onto her side, with her guns drawn," Who the hell are you?" she inquired angrily. This vile thing would pay! He'd interrupted her memories. The only thing that kept her going was the remembrance and reflection of her past.
"You're on my side of the alley," he said angrily,"Who the hell are you is the question?"
"I'm Lady Death, who are you?" her answer shot back at him like a million razors, her eyes glowed bright beneath her dark sunglasses.
"I'm just the guy who sleeps here," he said sarcastically.
"Tonight you sleep elsewhere, or you may try you luck and sleep with Lady Death," she dared.
"Fine, I'll go elsewhere, but the police will. . ."
"Wrong answer! You SHALL sleep with Lady Death!" she pulled the trigger, then blew the smoke away from the barrel. Satisfied, she returned to her memories. . .
Short but sweet! These first few chapters will be short ones, but it'll start picking up! l8r and thanx be to all of my fans! I do this for you!