A/N; sorry its taken me so long to update, I thought I would have it up much sooner than this, but I just didn't get round to it. Anyway hope you enjoy this next chapter and I try (I really will) to get the next one up soon.
Distant Evil
Rogue-angel82
Her head pounded behind her eyes, as she slowly became more aware. Heavy chains hung around her arms, making her hands heavy and numb. Her eyes flicker open, and she caught movement behind the veil of her dark hair. Groaning she lifted her head back, wincing as the pain intensified, and the world around her span. She gradually became aware that someone was speaking to her.
"The pain should be passing," A deep voice said, "You will fine in a moment."
She squinted at the figure before her, taking in his appearance, his long white robes, and wiry long white hair. Her discomfort vanished immediately replaced by anger, "What the hell did you do to me?" She demanded pulling at the chains that held her prisoner.
"We speak very different languages here than you do in your world, my dear," The stranger, "I simply gave you one of the more common ones of this world."
Faith glared him, silently trying to work out what he meant while rerunning the events that led to her being captured.
~*~*~
Faith lay peacefully on her bunk staring blankly up at the blank wall. Her left hand playing idly with the case of her standard issue pillow, of LA's woman correctional Facility. Boredom was becoming a slightly problem for Faith, Slayers weren't really designed to be behind bars. Sighing slightly, she rolled on to her back.
Above the cell light started flickering, slightly at first then with greater frequency. The lights in the corridor dimmed, then all lit up brightly. Shouts and calls echoed around the cellblock, something was happening. Frowning Faith sat up, as one by one the lights blow, sending a shower of sparks and glass down. Ducking out of the way, Faith glanced around the darkness for an explanation. When her cell door slide open.
A cloaked figure glided into her cell. White hue robes hung around his tall lanky frame. Faith stood her ground dropping into the slayer fighting stance. When suddenly pain lanced through her. Glaring at the stranger, she dropped to her knees.
"Greetings Slayer," A deep voice said.
Biting her lip against the pain, Faith surged to her, feet lurching herself at the white man. He brought forward a staff, jerking it towards Faith. The slayer was sent flying backwards by an unseen force, slamming into the wall.
"Such power," The man mused, "Yes you will do nicely."
And at that Faith past out.
~*~*~
"Who the hell are you?!?" Faith demanded, straining against her bonds. "What do want with me! Where am I?"
"Forgive me," The old man said leaning lightly against his staff, showing manners for the first time. "I am Saruman, Milady Faith. And you are at Isengard. Within Middle Earth."
Faith blink at Saruman for a second, wondering slightly is this man was insane. "What are you telling me? That I'm not on earth anymore!" she demanded, glaring up at the old man.
"The is exactly what I'm telling you," He nodded, "Now my dear, there is someone who is most eager to meet you." With a twisted smile, he gestured his staff towards Faith again and she slumped unconscious in her restraints.
***
Rolling hills surrounded the pack Rohan refugees, as they continued their long march. The sun blazed brightly over head, yet had little power to piece the heavy cover of winters clouds. Buffy shivered once, before directing her attention way from the cold and to her own stride. She glanced behind her, Gimli sat atop a horse as Eowyn led it. She watched as Gimli laughed, quite loudly as everything was with him.
Buffy's attention was lost however, when something caught her awareness. Looking around sharply she noticed that the Rohan soldiers were looking a little edgy themselves. She moved forward quickly her attention focused on the hill before her, as her slayer warnings kicked into high gear.
Aragorn ran past towards his horse as Theoden demanded to know what was away on.
"Wargs!" He shouted, "We're under attack!"
A stir went through the people as some of them started to cry out in fear. Buffy had never heard of a warg before but she could tell it was not a good thing. As the soldiers rode past, heading over the hill and out of sight, Buffy watched Eowyn direct the woman towards the other direction. She stood still for a moment, glancing from one group to the other, before dropping into Slayer mode and turning in the direction of the battle.
***
Blinking a few times, Faith rolled onto her stomach noting the cold hard surface beneath her. Opening her eyes, she climbed shakily to her feet. A sudden gust of wind caught her and she stumbled back a couple of steps, the heels of her feet hanging over the edge. Glancing back she gasped, her arms whirling throwing her balance she landed face first on the hard surface.
They were high up, very high up. Glancing around Faith could see miles into the distance, scorched land surrounded the tower in all directions. She guessed they were on the roof.
"Do be careful Lady Faith," A now familiar deep voice said from behind, Saruman stepped up beside her. "We are very high up." He smiled at her, cruelly. "I would not want you getting hurt. Not when his just come to get you."
A sound caught Faiths attention, just as a shudder ran down her spine. Slowly lifting herself her head, she pushed herself up with her arms. Her eyes widening in shock, it was only the slayer part of her that kept her from crying out.
Hovering level with the top of the tower, the large winged creature floated. Huge torn wings beat in loud booms, sending blasts of air at Faith. On its back perched, a black cloaked figure.
Behind her Saruman spoke, "He has sent for you."
TBC
A/N SO SORRY it's taken so long to update. I really don't have an excuse save for the fact we're renovating. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to get the next one up quickly.
Distant Evil
Rogue-angel82
Her head pounded behind her eyes, as she slowly became more aware. Heavy chains hung around her arms, making her hands heavy and numb. Her eyes flicker open, and she caught movement behind the veil of her dark hair. Groaning she lifted her head back, wincing as the pain intensified, and the world around her span. She gradually became aware that someone was speaking to her.
"The pain should be passing," A deep voice said, "You will fine in a moment."
She squinted at the figure before her, taking in his appearance, his long white robes, and wiry long white hair. Her discomfort vanished immediately replaced by anger, "What the hell did you do to me?" She demanded pulling at the chains that held her prisoner.
"We speak very different languages here than you do in your world, my dear," The stranger, "I simply gave you one of the more common ones of this world."
Faith glared him, silently trying to work out what he meant while rerunning the events that led to her being captured.
~*~*~
Faith lay peacefully on her bunk staring blankly up at the blank wall. Her left hand playing idly with the case of her standard issue pillow, of LA's woman correctional Facility. Boredom was becoming a slightly problem for Faith, Slayers weren't really designed to be behind bars. Sighing slightly, she rolled on to her back.
Above the cell light started flickering, slightly at first then with greater frequency. The lights in the corridor dimmed, then all lit up brightly. Shouts and calls echoed around the cellblock, something was happening. Frowning Faith sat up, as one by one the lights blow, sending a shower of sparks and glass down. Ducking out of the way, Faith glanced around the darkness for an explanation. When her cell door slide open.
A cloaked figure glided into her cell. White hue robes hung around his tall lanky frame. Faith stood her ground dropping into the slayer fighting stance. When suddenly pain lanced through her. Glaring at the stranger, she dropped to her knees.
"Greetings Slayer," A deep voice said.
Biting her lip against the pain, Faith surged to her, feet lurching herself at the white man. He brought forward a staff, jerking it towards Faith. The slayer was sent flying backwards by an unseen force, slamming into the wall.
"Such power," The man mused, "Yes you will do nicely."
And at that Faith past out.
~*~*~
"Who the hell are you?!?" Faith demanded, straining against her bonds. "What do want with me! Where am I?"
"Forgive me," The old man said leaning lightly against his staff, showing manners for the first time. "I am Saruman, Milady Faith. And you are at Isengard. Within Middle Earth."
Faith blink at Saruman for a second, wondering slightly is this man was insane. "What are you telling me? That I'm not on earth anymore!" she demanded, glaring up at the old man.
"The is exactly what I'm telling you," He nodded, "Now my dear, there is someone who is most eager to meet you." With a twisted smile, he gestured his staff towards Faith again and she slumped unconscious in her restraints.
***
Rolling hills surrounded the pack Rohan refugees, as they continued their long march. The sun blazed brightly over head, yet had little power to piece the heavy cover of winters clouds. Buffy shivered once, before directing her attention way from the cold and to her own stride. She glanced behind her, Gimli sat atop a horse as Eowyn led it. She watched as Gimli laughed, quite loudly as everything was with him.
Buffy's attention was lost however, when something caught her awareness. Looking around sharply she noticed that the Rohan soldiers were looking a little edgy themselves. She moved forward quickly her attention focused on the hill before her, as her slayer warnings kicked into high gear.
Aragorn ran past towards his horse as Theoden demanded to know what was away on.
"Wargs!" He shouted, "We're under attack!"
A stir went through the people as some of them started to cry out in fear. Buffy had never heard of a warg before but she could tell it was not a good thing. As the soldiers rode past, heading over the hill and out of sight, Buffy watched Eowyn direct the woman towards the other direction. She stood still for a moment, glancing from one group to the other, before dropping into Slayer mode and turning in the direction of the battle.
***
Blinking a few times, Faith rolled onto her stomach noting the cold hard surface beneath her. Opening her eyes, she climbed shakily to her feet. A sudden gust of wind caught her and she stumbled back a couple of steps, the heels of her feet hanging over the edge. Glancing back she gasped, her arms whirling throwing her balance she landed face first on the hard surface.
They were high up, very high up. Glancing around Faith could see miles into the distance, scorched land surrounded the tower in all directions. She guessed they were on the roof.
"Do be careful Lady Faith," A now familiar deep voice said from behind, Saruman stepped up beside her. "We are very high up." He smiled at her, cruelly. "I would not want you getting hurt. Not when his just come to get you."
A sound caught Faiths attention, just as a shudder ran down her spine. Slowly lifting herself her head, she pushed herself up with her arms. Her eyes widening in shock, it was only the slayer part of her that kept her from crying out.
Hovering level with the top of the tower, the large winged creature floated. Huge torn wings beat in loud booms, sending blasts of air at Faith. On its back perched, a black cloaked figure.
Behind her Saruman spoke, "He has sent for you."
TBC
A/N SO SORRY it's taken so long to update. I really don't have an excuse save for the fact we're renovating. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to get the next one up quickly.