THE NAME OF THE GAME:
ESCAPE
By: Lost Betwixt Worlds
Rated: M
Mostly due to language (coarse, suggestive) & perhaps some possible triggers
Story type:
MAJOR crossover of the following...
Twilight, Wynona Earp, Avengers, Originals
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the aforementioned series & I am making no money off of this. I am simply playing around with the characters & no copyright infringement is intended in any way/shape/form
A/N:
Ok we're going to have this lovely little notice cause I really DON'T want to keep writing extra stuff out. Any future chapters will simply have the story title/chapter/rating/team currently on the board. If, IF, I'm catching how my muse is working this, we might all have a headache before we hit the final room. This is more than likely gonna play out like a soap opera with ADHD as far a jumping around. I know better than to question my muse on how things are gonna play out. So on that note, do try to keep up (throws aspirin at the screen) and enjoy the insanity.
Chapter 2
Team 2 – Underground Bunker
Jasper came to with a start and tried to get his bearings. Vampires weren't supposed to be able to be taken down and rendered unconscious. Even had he been torn apart, he would have still been aware of what was happening. The only one who could render a vampire completely unaware was Alec of the Volturi, but Jasper was unaware of any reason to have crossed paths with the young man.
"Happy to see that I am not the only person to be in this predicament at present." came a slightly slurred southern drawl from a bunk on the opposite wall "Perhaps friend you could tell me exactly where we are at the current time?"
"Wish I knew that myself sir, but I'm just as unsure as yourself." replied Jasper with his own southern accent slipping thru (well that would piss Alice off since she hated his accent).
"Ow bloody hell, Kol, which one of you wankers snapped my neck for no bloody damn good reason?" muttered a female voice in irritation
"While I do not know who this Kol person is, I can assure you little lady that had that pretty little neck of yours been 'snapped', you would not currently be talking. Rather we would more than likely be needing to see to your interment at a depth of six feet." came the slightly slurred speech.
Swinging his legs over the side of the bunk he was currently residing on, Jasper began taking a better account of his surroundings.
The room itself was a tad on the small side and reminded him of the bunk areas used in some of the old war bunkers. This one had space for four bunks, a small table and four chairs. The bunks themselves had the most basic of bedding and not much else. The walls were metal, but if memory served him correctly, places like this were usually underground. While it would not be an issue for him, if the air that was currently flowing were to cease, his companions were unlikely to survive for very long.
Jasper glanced back to the bunk opposite him and noticed the visage of a pretty blonde female gazing at him. "Names Jasper Whitlock ma'am." he stated with a nod in her direction.
"Rebekah Mikealson ." replied the young woman with a soft smile "and you sir?" asked Rebekah with a glance to their slurring companion
"John Henry Holiday, but most just call me Doc ma'am." replied Doc with a polite nod and a smile.
"You wouldn't by any chance be related to THE Doc Holiday of OK Corral fame? Asked a large bald headed black male sporting an eye patch.
"Not related sir, I am one and the same." replied Doc as he hoisted himself out of his bunk.
"That would make you well over one hundred and sixty years old darling." replied Rebekah as she too stood.
"Compliments of a witch's spell little lady." smirked Doc
Jasper was quiet as he mulled over this tidbit of information.
"And what pray tell is your name friend?" asked Doc
"Name is Fury friend, Nick Fury." replied Fury
Fury glanced at Jasper "Something bothering you Mr. Whitlock?"
Figuring at this point that honesty was the best policy, Jasper nodded his head to the affirmative.
"Truth of the matter, is that like Mr. Holiday, I too am over one and sixty years old, albeit perhaps a tad older as I was just barely old enough to partake in the Civil War." stated Jasper
"Don't tell me you got hit with a witch's spell as well darling?" replied Rebekah who was beginning to wonder what she did to get stuck with two cursed relics and a crippled human.
Jasper laughed "Darlin calling my sire a witch would actually be a step up for the bitch, if you'll pardon my coarse language. I am a vampire and an empath and I promise..."
Rebekah, who had been headed towards what looked like a door whirled and cut Jasper off. "Your a bloody vampire!? Did my wanker of a brother put you up to this?" the blonde hissed
Jasper stopped short "I'm sorry but I don't...wait what did you say your name was again little darlin?" praying desperately that he wasn't connecting the wrong dots together.
"Rebekah Mikealson, sister of Niklaus, Elijah and Kol Mikealson ." stormed Rebekah
"As in the ORIGINAL family?" pressed Jasper for once glad that Peter wasn't around
Fury looked at Doc and asked "Doc you got any idea what those to are on about?"
Doc shook his head to the negative "I think these two are riding a trail that we are woefully behind on."
"What in thunderation!" yelped Doc as Rebekah's vampire visage bled out and she grabbed Jasper and slammed him against the wall.
"Which one of my brother's sired you and then compelled you to play this stupid little game?" growled Rebekah
Jasper grimaced when he attempted to get a lock on Rebekah's emotions and found nothing. "My sire is the Mexican bitch Maria. She and her sisters turned me during the Civil War as I was evacuating women and children from Houston Texas." he stated as calmly as he could to avoid pissing off the Original anymore than she already was .
Rebekah let Jasper go and stared at him in shock "If that Mexican bitch is your sire that would make you..."
"Major Jasper Whitlock at your service Ms. Mikealson " finished Jasper with a slight bow.
"That would be near impossible son." came the reply from Doc "Major Jasper Whitlock was reported missing in action and presumed dead after the Houston evacuation."
"Someone want to bring me up to speed here?" hissed Fury who was unsure he could believe what he was hearing and considering the organization he worked for, he'd heard some lulus in his time.
"How did you know I was reported missing and presumed dead son?" Jasper growled to the gunslinger
"I was a part of the evacuating group on that fateful day. My momma, God rest her, spoke highly of you until her dying day. She always thought it was a shame that such a brave young man never got to see his own ma ever again. She was right proud of you and swore that your momma would be too if she'd known what you'd done to protect innocent lives." Doc stated as he looked at the young man before him.
"That would make you a Cold One." stated Rebekah with a tone of sadness in her voice 'Bloody hell that's a waste of a good man'
While it was obvious that Doc Holiday didn't know specifics and Fury was completely in the dark, Rebekah was well aware of the boy, no correction MAN, standing before them. The Mikealson family had crossed paths with Maria not long before Jasper had been turned and the woman was nothing more than a conniving, whoring bitch who was power hungry and thought too highly of herself. The woman had attempted to get all three of her brothers in her bed and on her side. Once Nik had made it clear that they wanted nothing to do with her or her petty war, Maria put herself square in Nik's sights by insinuating that she and her creations were better than the Original family. Elijah made it crystal clear that, should she attempt anything against the family, she would be a pile of ash very quickly.
Fury was starting to lose what little patience he had since waking up to three complete strangers and no idea where they were.
"Will someone, anyone, please tell me just what the hell is going on, short of being trapped in some godforsaken abandoned bunker." fumed Fury
Everyone turned and stared at the man.
"In a nutshell love" started Rebekah "Jasper is a cold one vampire who will sparkle in the light like a bloody disco ball. Doc is a spelled relic from around the same era and I am an Original vampire who is over one thousand years old."
"So you're telling me that vampires are real and there are two, not one, type of vampire in existence?" asked Fury 'And here I thought S.H.I.E.L.D was a screwed up mess'
"Amazing at how the world is not as small as you believed Director Fury"
replied a tinny electronic voice
"While this has all been most entertaining, please make your way thru the door at this time".
Everyone in the group turned and stared at the door Rebekah had been interested in, as it slid open. Each looked at the other and seemed to silently agree to do as asked for the time being.