Hiya again.....two updates in two days.....wow.....I'm good.....anyways here we go again
D.K. Blackwater: I think I will make it a legomance.....I was going to in the first place but thanks for the feedback and trust me.....she's dangerous
Haldir's Heart and Soul: You know what I could pull in some additional charries and make it work for someone else.....I think Elladan and/or Elrohir could use some companionship.....Haldir can have someone too
Lea: well you were right.....the update did come soon and thanks for the constructive criticism
P.S: You peps can be in the story just send me some character descriptions and stuff like that and I'll write you in.....That way everybody that is single can have someone.....see I can be nice when I try
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own anything but the characters I create.....that's it.....I have a total of ten cents saved so don't sue me.....and just to tell you I don't like writing these.....this might be the only one.....so there.....I admitted that I don't own anything so ha!
Summary: An ancient prophesy is fulfilled and the strongest of all slayers is transported to Rivendell to take part in the quest for the ring. But she is the strongest for a reason. Her mother, a slayer, mated with a vampire and she was the result.
Chapter Two: The Hall Of Rivendell
One could hear their own heartbeat in the Hall of Rivendell. The assembly patiently awaited the slayer, and though all of their heads they thought: 'what will he look like?' and 'violent? What need is there to be violent?' and 'how long will it take for him to get here?'
These questions were about to be answered.
All of a sudden the Hall was no longer silent. Muffled and echoed screams could be heard from beyond the blue portal. Suddenly in a blinding flash of white light a heavy body fell through the gateway and lay sprawled on the ground. It looked back toward the threshold eyes widened in fright, his right eyes growing steadily purple and scrambled away from it.
Elrond leaned his head toward Gandalf and began, "Is that.....?"
"That is NOT the Slayer" Gandalf replied quickly narrowing his eyes. He was thinking to himself why the portal had allowed this creature to come through and where the slayer was. His query was soon answered.
Another echoing voice caught the attention of the crowd.
"We can do this one of two ways....." started a dark figure walking though the portal. As the figure stepped though the assembly saw that it was a young girl with black leather pants, a black shirt and a black short sleeve leather jacket with two red wings on the back. Her mid back length blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and a perfectly shaped eyebrow arched at the creature as she held two fingers in the air.
"The easy way....., or the fun way. Both end up with you being dead so it doesn't really matter" she said in a humored voice giving a wide grin.
"I've been wanting to kill a slayer....." the creature started.
A mumbled "easy way then" was heard before "Yeah well I don't want you to have a head, but we don't always get what we want."
At her statement the creature stood up and lunged at her. Caught slightly off guard she stumbled back and landed hard on the stone floor with the being on top of her.
Its face changed and it tilted its head as it brought its head down toward her neck. Her blue eyes widened then narrowed in anger. "Oh no you don't you stupid vampire!" she put her feet on its chest and shoved the vampire off of her sending it sliding across the floor.
Still on her back she rocked then flipped up onto her feet as the vampire shakily stood up. She faced him and cocked an eyebrow. "Come and get me big boy."
The vampire now enraged ran toward her only to be met by a fast spinning leather boot to the side of his head. Then another then a final one and he flew back against the heavy wooden doors of the Hall. The vampire looked up afraid.
"Fear is a good thing. It show's you're paying attention."
The vampire tried to make a quick crawl to her right but she kicked him in the ribs sending him in yet another direction across the room. She walked toward him and he stood up. This time he started fighting back.
He threw a punch at her head but she ducked it and gave him one of her own that connected squarely with his nose. He stepped back and began his own assault of kicks. Each one making her move back.
Then he sent one kick right at her midsection but before it could connect she flipped back onto her hands send her firmly connected feet into his face and repeating the motion once more before turning and heading into a twist in midair and came solidly to the ground even for a blind landing (for those of you who don't know and want this in actual terms: back handspring, back handspring, Arabian - a blind landing, an illusion move in gymnastics)
The vampire, still reeling from the double kick to the head could do nothing as she griped his shoulder hard causing several crunching bones and blood to start poring from where her fingers dug into his flesh.
"Where's the Master?!" she growled.
The vampire said nothing. The crowd could hear her suck in a heavy breath and see her shake her head then she dug her fingers deeper and a distinct snap could be heard.
"Tell me where the Master is or you're gonna be singing soprano for the rest of your undead life."
This time the vampire responded with "I'll never te....."
The girl shook her head again and let out an aspirated sigh. "This is getting old. Mr. Vampire say hello to Mr. Pointy. Mr. Pointy say goodbye to Mr. Vampire." She said and took out a stake from inside her jacket and thrust it in and out of the vampire body.
For a fleeting moment a skeleton could be seen before all that was left of the vampire was a pile of dust on the ground.
The girl dusted her hands off while softly singing ".....another one bites the dust.....another one bites the dust.....and another one's gone another one's gone another one bites the dust."
She walked over to her duffle bag that she had had slung over her shoulder but had dropped it by the Hall's doors.
Then.....
"Whoa. This is definitely NOT the crypt....."
Elrond had been standing shocked at the display and finally snapped out of his trance to say "Slayer. I wel....."
Then the girl began muttering "Funny. It doesn't look like a vampire. Not a Turok-Han. Possibly a minion of the First.....Oh well better stake it anyway" and with that she raised 'Mr. Pointy" and gripped it tightly and began coming toward Lord Elrond.
"You cannot hurt him Slayer" Gandalf said taking a step toward her.
"Was I talking to you? No. That's what I thought. And besides I can kick his ass....."
Glorfindel stood angrily and practically growled "ROYAL!"
"Oh excuse me..... 'Royal' ass to the moon and back in about oh.....48.76 seconds" she said glaring at Glorfindel, Elrond and Gandalf in a 'do you really want to try that?' kind of way.
Glorfindel was the first to break free of her deadly gaze. "Who are you?"
When he asked her that question she smiled and tossed her hair over her shoulder, took a deep breath and started to recite a mantra that seemed to be drilled into her head since she was a small child. "In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer. With the strength of 10 men blah blah blah blah blah. But you can call me Kyra Summers the Vampire Slayer. Now if you'll be so kind as to tell me who the hell you are and where the hell I am."
A stunned silence rang throughout the Hall and Kyra began tapping her foot on the ground.
"Now would be a good time you know. I do have a curfew."
"Kyra Summers welcome to The Hall of Rivendell. I am Lord Elrond. We are grateful for your presence."
"Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever. Now get me bloody home or you'll end up like him. Or worse." She said a slightly British accent breaking through her carefully controlled American voice.
'Dad would be proud of that one' she thought as she rolled her eyes at herself. (That is possible to do.....I've done it on many occasions)
"You cannot go home until your task is complete. You came here to answer fate. You cannot leave until you've done so."
Kyra looked at Gandalf in disbelief.
"Mom's really gonna kill me this time."
A/N: Well?.....Good?.....Bad?.....Yes/No?.....anyways review and remember what I said if you want to be in the story you have to send me a profile or your character.....Please do this.....I really need more characters. See you next chapter!
D.K. Blackwater: I think I will make it a legomance.....I was going to in the first place but thanks for the feedback and trust me.....she's dangerous
Haldir's Heart and Soul: You know what I could pull in some additional charries and make it work for someone else.....I think Elladan and/or Elrohir could use some companionship.....Haldir can have someone too
Lea: well you were right.....the update did come soon and thanks for the constructive criticism
P.S: You peps can be in the story just send me some character descriptions and stuff like that and I'll write you in.....That way everybody that is single can have someone.....see I can be nice when I try
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own anything but the characters I create.....that's it.....I have a total of ten cents saved so don't sue me.....and just to tell you I don't like writing these.....this might be the only one.....so there.....I admitted that I don't own anything so ha!
Summary: An ancient prophesy is fulfilled and the strongest of all slayers is transported to Rivendell to take part in the quest for the ring. But she is the strongest for a reason. Her mother, a slayer, mated with a vampire and she was the result.
Chapter Two: The Hall Of Rivendell
One could hear their own heartbeat in the Hall of Rivendell. The assembly patiently awaited the slayer, and though all of their heads they thought: 'what will he look like?' and 'violent? What need is there to be violent?' and 'how long will it take for him to get here?'
These questions were about to be answered.
All of a sudden the Hall was no longer silent. Muffled and echoed screams could be heard from beyond the blue portal. Suddenly in a blinding flash of white light a heavy body fell through the gateway and lay sprawled on the ground. It looked back toward the threshold eyes widened in fright, his right eyes growing steadily purple and scrambled away from it.
Elrond leaned his head toward Gandalf and began, "Is that.....?"
"That is NOT the Slayer" Gandalf replied quickly narrowing his eyes. He was thinking to himself why the portal had allowed this creature to come through and where the slayer was. His query was soon answered.
Another echoing voice caught the attention of the crowd.
"We can do this one of two ways....." started a dark figure walking though the portal. As the figure stepped though the assembly saw that it was a young girl with black leather pants, a black shirt and a black short sleeve leather jacket with two red wings on the back. Her mid back length blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and a perfectly shaped eyebrow arched at the creature as she held two fingers in the air.
"The easy way....., or the fun way. Both end up with you being dead so it doesn't really matter" she said in a humored voice giving a wide grin.
"I've been wanting to kill a slayer....." the creature started.
A mumbled "easy way then" was heard before "Yeah well I don't want you to have a head, but we don't always get what we want."
At her statement the creature stood up and lunged at her. Caught slightly off guard she stumbled back and landed hard on the stone floor with the being on top of her.
Its face changed and it tilted its head as it brought its head down toward her neck. Her blue eyes widened then narrowed in anger. "Oh no you don't you stupid vampire!" she put her feet on its chest and shoved the vampire off of her sending it sliding across the floor.
Still on her back she rocked then flipped up onto her feet as the vampire shakily stood up. She faced him and cocked an eyebrow. "Come and get me big boy."
The vampire now enraged ran toward her only to be met by a fast spinning leather boot to the side of his head. Then another then a final one and he flew back against the heavy wooden doors of the Hall. The vampire looked up afraid.
"Fear is a good thing. It show's you're paying attention."
The vampire tried to make a quick crawl to her right but she kicked him in the ribs sending him in yet another direction across the room. She walked toward him and he stood up. This time he started fighting back.
He threw a punch at her head but she ducked it and gave him one of her own that connected squarely with his nose. He stepped back and began his own assault of kicks. Each one making her move back.
Then he sent one kick right at her midsection but before it could connect she flipped back onto her hands send her firmly connected feet into his face and repeating the motion once more before turning and heading into a twist in midair and came solidly to the ground even for a blind landing (for those of you who don't know and want this in actual terms: back handspring, back handspring, Arabian - a blind landing, an illusion move in gymnastics)
The vampire, still reeling from the double kick to the head could do nothing as she griped his shoulder hard causing several crunching bones and blood to start poring from where her fingers dug into his flesh.
"Where's the Master?!" she growled.
The vampire said nothing. The crowd could hear her suck in a heavy breath and see her shake her head then she dug her fingers deeper and a distinct snap could be heard.
"Tell me where the Master is or you're gonna be singing soprano for the rest of your undead life."
This time the vampire responded with "I'll never te....."
The girl shook her head again and let out an aspirated sigh. "This is getting old. Mr. Vampire say hello to Mr. Pointy. Mr. Pointy say goodbye to Mr. Vampire." She said and took out a stake from inside her jacket and thrust it in and out of the vampire body.
For a fleeting moment a skeleton could be seen before all that was left of the vampire was a pile of dust on the ground.
The girl dusted her hands off while softly singing ".....another one bites the dust.....another one bites the dust.....and another one's gone another one's gone another one bites the dust."
She walked over to her duffle bag that she had had slung over her shoulder but had dropped it by the Hall's doors.
Then.....
"Whoa. This is definitely NOT the crypt....."
Elrond had been standing shocked at the display and finally snapped out of his trance to say "Slayer. I wel....."
Then the girl began muttering "Funny. It doesn't look like a vampire. Not a Turok-Han. Possibly a minion of the First.....Oh well better stake it anyway" and with that she raised 'Mr. Pointy" and gripped it tightly and began coming toward Lord Elrond.
"You cannot hurt him Slayer" Gandalf said taking a step toward her.
"Was I talking to you? No. That's what I thought. And besides I can kick his ass....."
Glorfindel stood angrily and practically growled "ROYAL!"
"Oh excuse me..... 'Royal' ass to the moon and back in about oh.....48.76 seconds" she said glaring at Glorfindel, Elrond and Gandalf in a 'do you really want to try that?' kind of way.
Glorfindel was the first to break free of her deadly gaze. "Who are you?"
When he asked her that question she smiled and tossed her hair over her shoulder, took a deep breath and started to recite a mantra that seemed to be drilled into her head since she was a small child. "In every generation there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer. With the strength of 10 men blah blah blah blah blah. But you can call me Kyra Summers the Vampire Slayer. Now if you'll be so kind as to tell me who the hell you are and where the hell I am."
A stunned silence rang throughout the Hall and Kyra began tapping her foot on the ground.
"Now would be a good time you know. I do have a curfew."
"Kyra Summers welcome to The Hall of Rivendell. I am Lord Elrond. We are grateful for your presence."
"Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever. Now get me bloody home or you'll end up like him. Or worse." She said a slightly British accent breaking through her carefully controlled American voice.
'Dad would be proud of that one' she thought as she rolled her eyes at herself. (That is possible to do.....I've done it on many occasions)
"You cannot go home until your task is complete. You came here to answer fate. You cannot leave until you've done so."
Kyra looked at Gandalf in disbelief.
"Mom's really gonna kill me this time."
A/N: Well?.....Good?.....Bad?.....Yes/No?.....anyways review and remember what I said if you want to be in the story you have to send me a profile or your character.....Please do this.....I really need more characters. See you next chapter!