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Bloody NYC
Part OnTwo
Author: Silve
BTVS related.
Cast: Read it and find out, ya lazy bums.
Rating: PG...I guess. Language, mostly.
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, and...the rest of 'em
"Slayer? You're a Slayer? What are you talking about?" Charlotte shook the frail arm of the blonde girl in her grasp once more and looked at the her closely.
"You!" she said, pointing a finger at Charlotte. "SLAYER!!"
"SHH!" Charlotte put a hand over the girl's mouth. "I'm a what? What in the frilly heck is a Slayer?" The girl just looked vacantly at her, and Charlotte removed her hand. "Don't yell. Who are you?" The girl just looked down and trembled. "Hey"¦it's alright, I'm not gonna' hurt you."
"But you will! You are supposed to!" the girl looked up, and shook even more violently. Her wide, pale eyes were brimming with tears. "You are the vampire slayer!"
"And what are you, a vampire?" Charlotte snapped, raising her eyebrows. The girl just looked at her with a blank expression on her face, and Charlotte's rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on, you got to be kidding me!" she let go of the girl, who immediately made a run for the door. "No, no! You're not going anywhere." she grabbed her again, and pulled her towards the bed again. "You are gonna' tell me everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. Starting with you name."
"Why not, I can't and Ellophusium." the girl said, very quickly. Charlotte gave her a incredulous look.
"What?"
"Why can I not go, I can't tell you everything, and my name is Ellophusium."
"Well, Ellophusium"¦you're staying with me until I know everything. If you can't tell me everything, who can?"
A young woman, at the age of 18, walked off a plane into the crowded New York airport. She swept her brown hair our of her piercing blue eyes and scanned the crowd. Wearing a long black leather trench coat sent from a friend in LA, she strode out of the airport. Behind her, slowly, someone lurked within the shadows, following her. She stopped, and looked into a nearby alleyway, her hand going casually to her pocket. The figure in the shadows stood still, watching it's prey's every move. The woman continued walking, but into the alley. The shape in the shadows saw its chance, and leapt from the corner in which it was hiding. The woman turned, pulling a stick of wood from her pocket, and plunging it into the heart of her attacker. The assailant immediately turned to dust, and the woman smiled. She pocketed the stick, and began walking out of the alley. The lights from the New York's nightlight hit the face of Dawn Summers as she continued walking down the street, hair and black coat trailing behind her.
Back at the hospital Charlotte found a box with her clothes in it underneath her bed. She slowly began getting dressed. Was this Ellophusium (she told Charlotte to call her Ellen) person a lunatic, or something? Was she just walking into a trap of child molesters who prey on weak girls who have just come out of comas? She felt strong, though, stronger than before, and stronger than she should be in her state. After putting her Capri army print pants and black and grey striped socks on , she found she had lost weight, and could fit almost comfortably in her clothes.
"How long was I in here?" Charlotte said aloud, not expecting an answer.
"Two years, one month, and twelve days." Ellen chirped.
"Two years?!" Charlotte pulled her black tank top on, and her thick black boots. She shook her head, messing her hair up with her fingers. She wanted a mirror, badly. "So, Ellen, what's your deal?" She walked out from behind the screen she changed behind and looked down at Ellen, who was sitting on the bed, dangling her feet. She looked up at Charlotte, and shrugged. "Come on, there's gotta' be something"¦I mean, do you look for Slayers as a job? Pretty tough for a kid"¦"
"I am no child!" Ellen said, in a very low voice, and looked at Charlotte with daggers in her eyes. "I am older than you can or shall ever comprehend." Charlotte's smile faded and she looked to the ground.
"Uh"¦sorry, then." She then looked straight into Ellen's eyes. "Who are you?"
"I am a Geminitrium demon." she said coldly, folding her arms in front of her chest.
"Alright"¦and what is a Gummy-petrium demon?" Charlotte folded her arms in the same fashion as Ellen. Ellen sighed, and hopped off the bed.
"There's not time. We need to go." She grabbed Charlotte's arm and pulled her towards the door. Ellen seemed to have gotten taller than when she first saw her. She tried pulling her arm out of Ellen's grasp but she kept a firm grip on her.
"Where are we going?" Charlotte again tried to free herself, but to no avail.
"You'll see when we get there."
"OW! Stop it! You're hurting my arm."
"See how you like it"¦" Ellen mumbled, as she pulled Charlotte out of the door.
The business called show thrived in New York, the bright lights flashing the names of Broadway stars about big theatres. Even small joints, where wannabe singers and stand up comedians go to make it big, though years after, end up sitting in the same bar. Dawn stopped in front of a small bar at the end of a long, dark street. The outside was worse for wear, the shingles falling off the sloping roof, the bricks painted black, and a broken sign above the wooden door that read, "Mandy's Place". Dawn smirked as she stopped in front of the door, then pushed it open into a small dark room, lit by many candles, and a few cigarettes of the patrons inside. A small stage took up the end, it's curtains were once, Dawn suspected, purple, but after many years of accumulated dust, were now grey. Slowly, Dawn walked over to the bar on the other end of the room. She leaned onto the counter, as the bar tender, a demon with floppy ears and flabby skin, was happily mixing a martini for a customer. He poured it into a glass, and handed it to the demon standing on front of him. The demon, a grey, human looking creature, put the glass beneath a long, string like thing hanging from his neck, a loud slurping noise emitting from his throat. As he walked away, Dawn cleared her throat. The bar tender turned around, and smiled.
"And how may I help you, little lady--" he stopped, and his mouth dropped open. "Dawn!?" Dawn smiled, and nodded.
"Hey, Clem."
"Oh golly! This is terrific! Dawn! DAWN!? I can't believe it! How ya doin'? How's your sister?!" Clem began bouncing on his heels, and many demons in the bar turned to look at him, including the one onstage, who was making an odd gurgling noise from his nose. Dawn just grabbed Clem's shoulder and pulled him down.
"Calm down."
"Right"¦right." Clem let out a breath and smiled widely. "Come on"¦let's go somewhere else." He moved towards the end of the counter, and opened the gate. Putting his arm around Dawn, he steered her towards a small room at the back, the doorway draped in blue beads. Inside, Clem sat Dawn down at a scrubbed wooden table. He hovered near the table, quivering with excitement. "Nice jacket, there. Can I get you something? A coke, a chocolate milk?" He smacked his forehead, "Oh, you're too old for that"¦uh"¦a beer?" Dawn shook her head.
"No thanks, Clem." Clem let out a sigh of relief.
"Good, 'cause I wouldn't feel right giving you booze." He sat at the table across from her, and smiled again. "So. How are ya? Your sis'? Everybody else?"
"Well, we moved to Italy after"¦" Dawn cut off, looking at her hands. "Well, you know."
"Yeah, I heard. Whole town got sucked in, eh?" He stopped smiling, and took one of Dawn's hands. "I'm sorry to hear about Anya and," he hesitated, "Spike." Dawn looked up quickly. "New travels fast in the demon world. Everyone knows."
"Well not that fast, then. Spike came back." Dawn saw the puzzled look on Clem's face, "A long story with a amulet and Angel. But, he came back in L.A. We didn't even know."
"Oh"¦the L.A. scene. Na-sty. The apocalypse and all. How'd that go for Angel and them?" Dawn shrugged slightly, and looked up to Clem.
"Not really sure. Just heard a few things. No details. Angel was hurt"¦bad. And Spike"¦he"¦" Dawn subconscio started fiddling with the collar of her coat. Clem tilted his head to the side and frowned.
"Oh"¦not again?"
"Yeah. Angel sent this with a note explaining everything that happened before." She gestures to the coat. Clem nodded and leaned back on his chair.
"So"¦what can I do ya for? I don't think you came all the way here for a chocolate milk and chat with Clem."
"Yeah"¦sorry, Clem, but I have work to do. You can do something for me though. I need to find someone. Tall, green, red eyes., hangs around karaoke bars. Seen him "˜round?"
Part OnTwo
Author: Silve
BTVS related.
Cast: Read it and find out, ya lazy bums.
Rating: PG...I guess. Language, mostly.
Feedback: Yes please.
Disclaimer: Joss, Mutant Enemy, and...the rest of 'em
"Slayer? You're a Slayer? What are you talking about?" Charlotte shook the frail arm of the blonde girl in her grasp once more and looked at the her closely.
"You!" she said, pointing a finger at Charlotte. "SLAYER!!"
"SHH!" Charlotte put a hand over the girl's mouth. "I'm a what? What in the frilly heck is a Slayer?" The girl just looked vacantly at her, and Charlotte removed her hand. "Don't yell. Who are you?" The girl just looked down and trembled. "Hey"¦it's alright, I'm not gonna' hurt you."
"But you will! You are supposed to!" the girl looked up, and shook even more violently. Her wide, pale eyes were brimming with tears. "You are the vampire slayer!"
"And what are you, a vampire?" Charlotte snapped, raising her eyebrows. The girl just looked at her with a blank expression on her face, and Charlotte's rolled her eyes.
"Oh, come on, you got to be kidding me!" she let go of the girl, who immediately made a run for the door. "No, no! You're not going anywhere." she grabbed her again, and pulled her towards the bed again. "You are gonna' tell me everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. Starting with you name."
"Why not, I can't and Ellophusium." the girl said, very quickly. Charlotte gave her a incredulous look.
"What?"
"Why can I not go, I can't tell you everything, and my name is Ellophusium."
"Well, Ellophusium"¦you're staying with me until I know everything. If you can't tell me everything, who can?"
A young woman, at the age of 18, walked off a plane into the crowded New York airport. She swept her brown hair our of her piercing blue eyes and scanned the crowd. Wearing a long black leather trench coat sent from a friend in LA, she strode out of the airport. Behind her, slowly, someone lurked within the shadows, following her. She stopped, and looked into a nearby alleyway, her hand going casually to her pocket. The figure in the shadows stood still, watching it's prey's every move. The woman continued walking, but into the alley. The shape in the shadows saw its chance, and leapt from the corner in which it was hiding. The woman turned, pulling a stick of wood from her pocket, and plunging it into the heart of her attacker. The assailant immediately turned to dust, and the woman smiled. She pocketed the stick, and began walking out of the alley. The lights from the New York's nightlight hit the face of Dawn Summers as she continued walking down the street, hair and black coat trailing behind her.
Back at the hospital Charlotte found a box with her clothes in it underneath her bed. She slowly began getting dressed. Was this Ellophusium (she told Charlotte to call her Ellen) person a lunatic, or something? Was she just walking into a trap of child molesters who prey on weak girls who have just come out of comas? She felt strong, though, stronger than before, and stronger than she should be in her state. After putting her Capri army print pants and black and grey striped socks on , she found she had lost weight, and could fit almost comfortably in her clothes.
"How long was I in here?" Charlotte said aloud, not expecting an answer.
"Two years, one month, and twelve days." Ellen chirped.
"Two years?!" Charlotte pulled her black tank top on, and her thick black boots. She shook her head, messing her hair up with her fingers. She wanted a mirror, badly. "So, Ellen, what's your deal?" She walked out from behind the screen she changed behind and looked down at Ellen, who was sitting on the bed, dangling her feet. She looked up at Charlotte, and shrugged. "Come on, there's gotta' be something"¦I mean, do you look for Slayers as a job? Pretty tough for a kid"¦"
"I am no child!" Ellen said, in a very low voice, and looked at Charlotte with daggers in her eyes. "I am older than you can or shall ever comprehend." Charlotte's smile faded and she looked to the ground.
"Uh"¦sorry, then." She then looked straight into Ellen's eyes. "Who are you?"
"I am a Geminitrium demon." she said coldly, folding her arms in front of her chest.
"Alright"¦and what is a Gummy-petrium demon?" Charlotte folded her arms in the same fashion as Ellen. Ellen sighed, and hopped off the bed.
"There's not time. We need to go." She grabbed Charlotte's arm and pulled her towards the door. Ellen seemed to have gotten taller than when she first saw her. She tried pulling her arm out of Ellen's grasp but she kept a firm grip on her.
"Where are we going?" Charlotte again tried to free herself, but to no avail.
"You'll see when we get there."
"OW! Stop it! You're hurting my arm."
"See how you like it"¦" Ellen mumbled, as she pulled Charlotte out of the door.
The business called show thrived in New York, the bright lights flashing the names of Broadway stars about big theatres. Even small joints, where wannabe singers and stand up comedians go to make it big, though years after, end up sitting in the same bar. Dawn stopped in front of a small bar at the end of a long, dark street. The outside was worse for wear, the shingles falling off the sloping roof, the bricks painted black, and a broken sign above the wooden door that read, "Mandy's Place". Dawn smirked as she stopped in front of the door, then pushed it open into a small dark room, lit by many candles, and a few cigarettes of the patrons inside. A small stage took up the end, it's curtains were once, Dawn suspected, purple, but after many years of accumulated dust, were now grey. Slowly, Dawn walked over to the bar on the other end of the room. She leaned onto the counter, as the bar tender, a demon with floppy ears and flabby skin, was happily mixing a martini for a customer. He poured it into a glass, and handed it to the demon standing on front of him. The demon, a grey, human looking creature, put the glass beneath a long, string like thing hanging from his neck, a loud slurping noise emitting from his throat. As he walked away, Dawn cleared her throat. The bar tender turned around, and smiled.
"And how may I help you, little lady--" he stopped, and his mouth dropped open. "Dawn!?" Dawn smiled, and nodded.
"Hey, Clem."
"Oh golly! This is terrific! Dawn! DAWN!? I can't believe it! How ya doin'? How's your sister?!" Clem began bouncing on his heels, and many demons in the bar turned to look at him, including the one onstage, who was making an odd gurgling noise from his nose. Dawn just grabbed Clem's shoulder and pulled him down.
"Calm down."
"Right"¦right." Clem let out a breath and smiled widely. "Come on"¦let's go somewhere else." He moved towards the end of the counter, and opened the gate. Putting his arm around Dawn, he steered her towards a small room at the back, the doorway draped in blue beads. Inside, Clem sat Dawn down at a scrubbed wooden table. He hovered near the table, quivering with excitement. "Nice jacket, there. Can I get you something? A coke, a chocolate milk?" He smacked his forehead, "Oh, you're too old for that"¦uh"¦a beer?" Dawn shook her head.
"No thanks, Clem." Clem let out a sigh of relief.
"Good, 'cause I wouldn't feel right giving you booze." He sat at the table across from her, and smiled again. "So. How are ya? Your sis'? Everybody else?"
"Well, we moved to Italy after"¦" Dawn cut off, looking at her hands. "Well, you know."
"Yeah, I heard. Whole town got sucked in, eh?" He stopped smiling, and took one of Dawn's hands. "I'm sorry to hear about Anya and," he hesitated, "Spike." Dawn looked up quickly. "New travels fast in the demon world. Everyone knows."
"Well not that fast, then. Spike came back." Dawn saw the puzzled look on Clem's face, "A long story with a amulet and Angel. But, he came back in L.A. We didn't even know."
"Oh"¦the L.A. scene. Na-sty. The apocalypse and all. How'd that go for Angel and them?" Dawn shrugged slightly, and looked up to Clem.
"Not really sure. Just heard a few things. No details. Angel was hurt"¦bad. And Spike"¦he"¦" Dawn subconscio started fiddling with the collar of her coat. Clem tilted his head to the side and frowned.
"Oh"¦not again?"
"Yeah. Angel sent this with a note explaining everything that happened before." She gestures to the coat. Clem nodded and leaned back on his chair.
"So"¦what can I do ya for? I don't think you came all the way here for a chocolate milk and chat with Clem."
"Yeah"¦sorry, Clem, but I have work to do. You can do something for me though. I need to find someone. Tall, green, red eyes., hangs around karaoke bars. Seen him "˜round?"
