title: the twilight
pairing: OcOc
summary: One from the twilight to be one with the dark; the apocalypse is nearing. All Night-worlders are preparing for battle. There's only one problem; the final wildpower still hasn't been taken care of. And time's running out.
dedication: to coffee and muffins.
notes: still have nothing to say. except: ILOVENARUTO. i'm an amazing person. grilled cheese is fantastic. i'm rambling. ONWARD;
t h e t w i l i g h t
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"That'll be $5.67... Ma'am... Ma'am?"
Fera jumped, giving the cashier a half-dazed look. "Pardon?"
"Your order comes to $5.67."
"Oh." She said stupidly. She blinked a couple times, then dug into her back pocket, pulling out a $10.00 bill and dropping it on the counter. Taking her coffee and muffin, she took a seat in the back.
Plopping onto the seat, she huffed, hastily taking a bite of her muffin.
I know she said I'd be drowsy for a bit, but this is ridiculous...
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flashback
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Irritating little bells rang as the shop door opened, a grimacing Fera walking in. The elderly witch behind the counter looked up, startled. She probably hadn't been expecting anyone else for the night.
"I'm sorry dear, we're closed."
With a sigh, Fera stuck her left hand forward. On it, was one simple ring, tainted black, with a lily on it. The witch squinted at it, taking it in, then gave Fera a slow, hard gaze.
"How may I help you?"
Fera almost sighed again. This was the part where she needed to test her acting skills.
She gave the witch a long story on how she'd been walking home, minding her own buisness, when a human man ran up to her for assistance. Trying to be nice, she'd listened, but in the end, he'd tried to stab her- only getting her hand in the process -in a sad mugging attempt. The human was long gone, but much to Fera's dismay, the knife had been silver.
"I was very tired," She tried to look sheepish and embarressed "I haven't hunted in a couple of days. God, I can't believe I let myself get attacked by a human-"
"Now, now," The witch began, sympathy in her aging eyes, "We all let stupidity get the better of us every now and then." She patted Fera's unharmed hand sympathetically. "Now, come on, I'll see what I can do."
The next three hours consisted of many herbs, potions, and in the end, a spell Fera couldn't even pronounce.
"Done." The witch, who Fera had learned was named Cecil, announced in an accomplished tone. Fera examined her hand, giving it a sideways glance. The wound definitaly looked better. It looked like it had started to scar already, completely skipping the scabbing stage.
"Are you sure it's alright?" she asked warily, "The cut was pretty deep."
Cecil nodded. "I'm positive. But if it had been left alone for another couple of hours.. we both know what the outcome would of been." Then, she smiled a crinkly smile. "But no need to fret on the past." She then turned serious.
"Now, some of the herbs I used will have some odd side affects. Your senses will be duller, and you'll be drowsy. It should only last a couple of days, but just keep that in mind."
Fera nodded, then slowly got up. "Well, I should be going now." She shot the elderly woman a small smile, "Thanks." She wasn't good at grattitude things.
Cecil nodded, and Fera turned, walking out of the room.
"Wait, I don't even know your nam-" The door clicked close. Fera only smiled again.
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end flashback
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Fera yawned drowsily, taking a sip of her coffee. It was always so convenient, being in a town with a witch shop. It was something she always tried for. She was thankful for the older women's kindness. It hadn't been rare that Fera had asked a witch for help, and they turned their nose away because of her race. If you asked the teen, it was ridiculous. The whole 'witch-shapeshifter-hate' thing was so three millenniums ago. Or something. Fera was terrible with history.
After her little meal, she exited the coffee shop, making her way down the street.
Today, she'd been prepared. She wore a slinky jumpsuit, constructed of jaguar fur. Her boots were, of course, made of a soft Dragon hide. Granted, her jumpsuit could of been made from shifter hair, but jaguar was cheaper, and worked twice as good. Plus, it was softer.
She was on her way to the local motel she was staying at. The small town had served her good, but after the run-in with the rookie, it was time to move. She should of been used to skipping town by now...
She ran a hand through her hair, sighing. Where would she go next? Who new. Somewhere close. Maybe Las Vegas? Hm...
Just then, she felt someone bump into her. She looked over to see a girl, roughly 15 to 17, on the ground.
"Watch where you're walking!" The teen snapped, clumsily getting back onto her feet.
Fera just rolled her eyes. "You've got quite the mouth. One day, it's gonna get you killed. Keep that in mind, sweetie." She laughed when the teen gave her a wide-eyed look, then scurried away.
She laughed again. God, humans were so stupid these days...
Now, don't get her wrong. She wasn't one of those 'humans-are-cattle-kill-them-all' nightworlders. But they were still annoying. Not like pests or anything. More like annoying puppies that followed you around with wide eyes.
What?
Puppies were cute.
Sort of.
She shook her head at herself, continuing on. Looking around, she sighed. She might actually miss this town. It was so nice and peaceful. No crime. No night people to speak of; only a couple witches.
So why did she sense something other than that?
Her entire body suddenly froze.
Her eyes went wide, her breathing stopping alltogether.
Yes, there were definetly others. She couldn't tell what, but they weren't the few witches she'd become accustomed to.
And they were close.
People started giving her weird looks, so she slowly stepped forward. Then another. And another..
That's when she heard it. Another pair of footsteps, identical to her own. Almost like an echo.
Calm down, Fera. You're just freaking youself out. But still, she heard the footstephs.
Then, a little idea popped into her head. She continued to walk normally for about 10 minutes. Quickly, she stopped, took a step, then hopped a step back.
She heard a startled intake of breathe from behind her, and quickly whipped around in time to see a male stumbling over a step. He was rather tall, with ash blonde hair. When he looked up, he had almost startled eyes, a shocking colour of deep violet. Wait... Now a icy blue.
That's not weird at all.
Oh, and he was quite obviously a night person.
But that wasn't what was on her mind.
"Are you following me?"
She wasn't scared to make a scene. She'd wandered to the dead part of town; where shops closed early and people rarely passed. It was one block away from the forest- or what was left of it -beginning, which was currently blocked off by orange blockers.
He stared at her, opened his mouth to say something, then shut it. After another 10 seconds of the annoying stare, he answered.
"Yes."
'Cause that's not creepy at all. Her eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping up her spine.
"Why?"
"Because I need to talk to you."
At that, Fera couldn't help but snort. "Well, get on with it, pretty boy. I don't have all day."
"You think I'm pretty? That's ni-" He cut off when Fera shot him a no-nonsense glare. Clearing his throat, he crossed his arms, looking up to meet her emerald gaze with-
Now his eyes were brown? What the hell...
"I'm from Circle Daybreak. We have reason to believe that you're the final Wild Power, and- Are you seriously yawning?"
Fera gazed at him drowsily, yawning again. "I'm tired, and if that's all you've got to say, then two words bud: Screw. off."
Turning on her heel, she began to walk away, leaving behind the blonde (who she was almost positive was gaping.)
"Hey, what're you doing-" She suddenly felt something snatch onto her sleeve. Quickly spinning back with her arm raised, she was fully intent on giving him the bitch slap of a lifetime, but he snatched her wrist before she could make contact. She blinked, staring at her wrist. Damn, she really must of been out of it if he could catch her hand. Just what the hell had that witch done to her?
A sudden wave of nausea came over her, and she groaned, stumbling back. The blonde must of sensed what was about to happen, because he let go of her wrist just in-time for Fera to spin around and vomit onto the ground.
She moaned, a hand coming to her forehead as she felt the migraine coming on.
"Ew, what the hell! Hey, are you okay-"
"Look." She cut him off, turning around to face with a half annoyed, half sick expression. "I'm not gonna lie; I think your spewing bullshit. But, you haven't tried to kill me or anything yet, so if you're someone the Council sent, you weren't sent for an assassination. So, I'm just gonna go now, kay? Toodles." With a two finger salute, she turned again.
She knew what was coming next, so she mentally prepared herself. She breathed in the fresh- and slightly charred scented -air, getting rid of the nausea. As for the headache... Well, she'd have to deal.
"Guys, she'd not co-operating, we're gonna have to- hey!"
Fera was sprinting forwards. With a small grunt, she shoved off of the ground, flying forward over the orange blocker.
She landed on four, large, clawed paws.
She'd have to of been a complete idiot to assume he was the only one. She knew how those things worked; send out the casual one, while the rest hide, seeing how it goes. Daybreak? That one was getting old. Seriously. Usually, she could just outrun them without a problem. But then again, she hadn't had a splitting headache those times...
The forest really isn't that bad. There's still tree's, sort of. Jeesh, talk about over exaggeration...
She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard voices behind her.
"-job, Ash-"
"-my fault, she tweaked-"
"-right, and-"
"Keller, what are you doing!"
Fera suddenly felt something sharp dig into her back. With a snarl, she bucked her back legs, effectively tossing whatever off. Quickly spinning around, she came face to face with an almost mirror image of her feline self. The only difference, is that this cat had piercing gray eyes, in contrast to Fera's gold flecked emerald.
With a snarl, the other cat lunged forward, with Fera's mirroring it's movement.
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Well, this mission was going great!
Not.
Galen mentally groaned.
He'd thought it was bad enough when she ran (which was kind of impressive, considering she'd been clutching her head and throwing up just moments before) but, Keller just had to get excited.
Don't get him wrong; he loved Keller with every fiber of his body. She was his soulmate. He'd kill for her- had killed for her -and would face armies for her. She was calm, collected, deadly, beautiful, and fierce. Perfection in the Shifter Princes' eyes. But, amongst all of this perfect, was a flaw. Sometimes, Keller got very, very excited during a chase. And sometimes, she'd decide to pounce onto the target. And sometimes, she'd go to far. And sometimes, they'd start to fight.
Right now was one of those times.
The two felines (the comparison was almost confusing) lunged at each other, fangs bared. Galen was about to go into panic mode. He knew better then to break up a shifter fight, but if this girl was the wild power- and they were almost positive -then they couldn't risk her getting her hurt.
Plus, they were suppossed to give the Wild Power the whole 'you-may-come-at-your-own-free-will' thing, and hope that they just came.
And attacking them wasn't very persuasive.
Thus why Keller must be stopped.
Damnit.
With a sigh, he took a step forward. He spotted blood.
"Keller." He called. No luck.
"Keller." Still nothing.
Taking in a deep breath, he shouted- something he hardly did.
"KELLER!"
That did it. Keller (he'd figured out which one she was; the Wild Power was moving in a kind of daze) jumped, head darting to the side. When she spotted him, she growled, about to jump towards the other feline again, but Galen held up a hand. She cocked her head, and he gestured to where the other girl had been standing.
The other girl (Galen really needed to know her name; calling someone 'the other girl' was insulting) had shifted back. She was kneeling on the ground, panting. There was a pained grimace on her face, and her skin was sickly pale- even vampires didn't have skin like that.
Keller, who'd also shifted back, moved to stand beside Galen. "What's wrong with her?"
"Well, she's obviously sick," Ash, who'd been standing off to the side, came forward, a sarcastic look in his blue (no, green. No, vio- never mind) eyes. "And I really doubt getting attacked helped the situation."
Keller actually looked sheepish for a second. But only a second. "Well, whatever it is, I'm sure Thea can fix it."
Galen barely heard the exchange. He stared at the girl, eyes squinting in confusion. He recognized her from somewhere, but he couldn't place it...
"Could you idiots," Cough, "stop talking like I'm not here? Tch.."
Don't ignore me, Gally!
Gally?
Yeah! I like it!
Galen blinked at the memory. It seemed so familiar...
"Galen, what're you doing?" He ignored the blonde vampire's question, instead walking forward until he was right infront of the girl. Dropping into a crouch, he squinted at her. She stared back blankly with those eerily similar eyes.
Gally, we have the same eyes!
Because we're related.
Naw, I think it's 'cause we're awesome!
And suddenly, it came to him.
"I finally figured it out." He said aloud, earning himself odd looks from behind him, and a bemused one from infront of him.
"Figured what out?" Keller cautiously came up beside him, eyeing the girl warily.
Galen briefly looked up. "How I know her."
Keller raised a brow. "How?"
"Seriously, I feel belittled-"
I don't care who's dad got what, we're the same, 'kay?
"She's my cousin."