Post by Iris on Dec 14, 2010 19:20:46 GMT -5
In 2013, WW3 broke out, but not quite in the way you might have expected. Supernaturals, who had been in hiding since the Black Plague, made themselves known. Now, that move in itself shows a whole ton of trust, respect, and courage on the Supernaturals' part, but humans didn't seem to take to it so kindly. They saw us as threats, hated us because we were stronger, more powerful, superior to them in all ways. (Okay, okay, there is about a quarter of us who aren't any of those things, so I guess I'm gratifying our image just a bit, but what can I say?) Not even a month after what has come to be known as Doomsday among us supernaturals, the first attacks started, professing rapidly into a full blown, world-wide war between mortals and immortals.
The battling lasted until 2015, when all of the magical beings suddenly disappeared, wiped clean off the face of the earth. The humans thought that they'd accomplished their goal, killed us all off somehow.
But they were dead wrong.
We merely slipped back into hiding, retreating to Utopia, our own little world, hidden in another dimension, unreachable to mortals. Around 3 years later, we came back. Or at least, most of us did. There's still about a 30% minimum of our numbers still hidden away. Though those are mainly those too weak to use glamour to hide their true forms, those too scared to go back, and those who just want a simple, free life, away from pesky mortals.
It's a well known fact among us that life in this world isn't easy, and at times it isn't fun, but really, it's supposedly worth it. I have to admit, it's pretty entertaining, especially if you're me.
I'm Luna Sinclair, resident teenage devil in this little hellish nightmare I like to call my life.
At this very moment, I was being very rudely awakened from dreamland by a rather hysterical pixie.
"Luna, wake up! Wake up! Luna!" Lilly practically wailed right in my ear.
"Go 'way," I mumbled, snuggling deeper into my warm cocoon of blankets.
"Luna!" She sounded about ready to burst into tears, so I grudgingly opened one eye.
"This had better be good Squirt, it's only noon!" I grumbled.
"Oh! It's just horrible! Me and Tabbi were out shopping, and then Venia popped up and stole my favorite , which I need to go to the interveiw today, and I need you to get them back or I'll be dead and jobless because Ruby wanted them back, but if I don't have them tonight, she'll strangle me!" Lilly explained, her lower lip quivering.
I opened both eyes incredulously and stared at her. "You mean, you're waking me up because you need you're shoes?" I spluttered.
"Please Luna?! I reallyreallyreally need them, and I'll beyourbestfriendifyougetthembackformeandIpromiseIwontwakeyouupeveragain!" Lilly choked out between the streams of tears and sobs.
Would she really not ever wake me up again? I already knew the answer was no, because by next week there'd be another 'If-You-Don't-Help-Me-Now-The-World-Will-End' problem that she'd expect me to solve. Did I roll back over and go to sleep again, ignoring her? Or did I force myself to my feet to help? The latter, of course. It was just so hard to say no to a crying pixie, especially this particular crying pixie.
"Fine." I groaned, rolling to my feet and stumbling to my closet. I was rewarded with a radiant smile and an elated hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou! You are the best ever, Luna!" Lilly squealed.
Ten minutes later, I thought I looked reasonably nice, with a bright green t-shirt two sizes too big over black jeans and tattered black converse, a beat up leather jacket and my usual sunglasses completing the look. My wild hair had even calmed down a little, it's usually frizzy mass of black and white relatively tamed and pulled into a low ponytail. Sighing heavily, I walked out to meet Lilly.
The girl was smaller than me, only barely reaching 5'1", and had a cute, almost childish look about her. A cherub like face framed with perfect blond ringlets, bright gray eyes that always seemed to sparkle, and a pleated mini skirt with a fitted Jean jacket, dark green tights, and matching tank top. The only thing missing was the usual high heels to complete the cute, sophisticated look. She frowned, taking in my appearance.
"You'd look so much prettier if you wore the things I bought you." Lilly remarked, dragging me out the door and onto the sidewalk.
"Hey, not everyone is as perfect as you, Squirt, especially not people with only three hours of sleep." She stuck her tongue out in response and skipped along ahead of me for a few blocks until we reached Venia's house. She stepped back, leaving me to do this alone.
Sighing heavily, I stomped up the walkway and scaled the porch to the roof, swinging myself through the open attic window and tiptoeing through the house, easily avoiding the traps. I'd been here so many times it was hard to count, so I knew the layout of the place by heart, which made it easy to snag the shoes and slip back out unnoticed.
"Here you go. Now, I'm tired of doing this for you, so next time, you're on your own." It was my usual speech, and she responded in her usual way; a quick kiss on my cheek before dancing away with her prize. Once again, I shook my head at how pathetically ridiculous this all was, trudging home and looking forward to sleeping all day.
But I'm never that lucky, now am I?
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Sure enough, about a block away from my house, I was met with a couple of burly guys. Werewolves, I deduced quickly enough. They were about a hundred yards behind me, and they'd been following me for the last couple blocks.
Groaning inwardly, I turned sharply down an alleyway, scampering up a wall and perching lightly on a ledge about ten feet up, waiting for them to appear. About ten seconds later, they did, looking around for me in agitation. I smirked lightly, shifting my weight and dropping lightly onto one of them. He grunted in surprise as I landed heavily on his shoulders, knocking him to the ground and knocking him unconscious. The other one lunged for me and I kicked up, catching him in the stomach.
He caught my fist as it flew towards his face, twisting my arm painfully. Snarling, I twisted sharply away, catching my surprise and kicking him right in the nose. He fell and I disposed of him right in time to see four other werewolves round the corner. Cursing internally, I darted between them and bolted down the street, the mutts right on my tail. Would I never get a day's rest?
No, of course, I wouldn't, because, being the devious supernatural I was, danger seemed to naturally be drawn to me by some unseen force. One of the mutts caught up with me and shoved me into another alleyway with enough force to send me sprawling to my knees. Large hands closed around my wrists, pinning them to my back and yanking me to my feet.
One of the other three, a shorter, stockier man with a mass of thick black hair and tiny, beady black eyes whom I decided to call Fido, approached me. Once he was within range, I did the most natural thing I could think of and, using the mutt behind me-who was now known as Shep in my mind-for balance, I swung both legs up and kicked him in the stomach. In an instant, Fido was on the ground, and the other two- who I felt didn't deserve my time in coming up with a name- were coming at me from both sides. I dropped my feet from under me, my arms wrenched rather painfully above my head as I did so, and grinned as they collided with Shep, who in turn let go of my wrists. I was up and a few blocks down within the next three minutes, and taking a winding, twisting route home. Dumb wolves, costing me my precious time.....
2
Later that night, I opened my door, only to be ambushed yet again. Of course, Fido and Shep were in the group, and they were also the ones to grab me and hold me in place. Naturally. I blew a strand of hair out of my face in irritation and glared at the warlock in front of me.
He was tall and lean with shaggy black hair that I imagined might fall into his eyes sometimes, if it wasn't so carefully combed back that is, and piercing gray eyes. He was rather imposing and looked to be about my age, maybe a few years older, and simply radiated power.
His gaze was so intense I was pretty dang close to being intimidated, but, as was my nature, I stared back defiantly. "Lovely day for ambushing, isn't it?" I said sarcastically, the glint of amuesmwnt in his eyes igniting my fury even more.
"if you had cooperated, this wouldn't have worked out the way it did." He chuckled.
"Sweetheart, you think you've seen me not cooperating? I'd think again if I were you." I shook my head in mock pity, then jumped up a bit and jammed my heels into my captors' feet, the annoying stiletto style dress shoes serving a good purpose for once as Fido's grip loosened. I slipped my arm free and swung it around so my fist connected with Shep's face, my knee jabbing into his ribs.
Spinning away, I swung out again, but the warlock caught my fists easily and drew me closer until my nose was mere inches from his.
"I'd watch it if I were you, Angel, you're outnumbered and I don't want to have to hurt you." He seemed like he really meant it, too. Too bad for him he called me an angel, because I was anything but.
"I don't know what twisted town you grew up in, but if you knew anything about me, you'd know I'm so not an angel, and that I don't play by the rules." As if to prove my point, I kneed him between the legs and head-butted him so hard my ears rang. I was free though, and that's what counted.
With a twist I had my bag in my hand and my work heels off. In the next second I would have been out the window and running, long gone before they could catch up. Of course, the warlock had to mess things up for me though. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, the world fading quickly to black.
Damn it.
(Yes, I accidentally deleted the original. So, I added more and reposted.)
The battling lasted until 2015, when all of the magical beings suddenly disappeared, wiped clean off the face of the earth. The humans thought that they'd accomplished their goal, killed us all off somehow.
But they were dead wrong.
We merely slipped back into hiding, retreating to Utopia, our own little world, hidden in another dimension, unreachable to mortals. Around 3 years later, we came back. Or at least, most of us did. There's still about a 30% minimum of our numbers still hidden away. Though those are mainly those too weak to use glamour to hide their true forms, those too scared to go back, and those who just want a simple, free life, away from pesky mortals.
It's a well known fact among us that life in this world isn't easy, and at times it isn't fun, but really, it's supposedly worth it. I have to admit, it's pretty entertaining, especially if you're me.
I'm Luna Sinclair, resident teenage devil in this little hellish nightmare I like to call my life.
At this very moment, I was being very rudely awakened from dreamland by a rather hysterical pixie.
"Luna, wake up! Wake up! Luna!" Lilly practically wailed right in my ear.
"Go 'way," I mumbled, snuggling deeper into my warm cocoon of blankets.
"Luna!" She sounded about ready to burst into tears, so I grudgingly opened one eye.
"This had better be good Squirt, it's only noon!" I grumbled.
"Oh! It's just horrible! Me and Tabbi were out shopping, and then Venia popped up and stole my favorite , which I need to go to the interveiw today, and I need you to get them back or I'll be dead and jobless because Ruby wanted them back, but if I don't have them tonight, she'll strangle me!" Lilly explained, her lower lip quivering.
I opened both eyes incredulously and stared at her. "You mean, you're waking me up because you need you're shoes?" I spluttered.
"Please Luna?! I reallyreallyreally need them, and I'll beyourbestfriendifyougetthembackformeandIpromiseIwontwakeyouupeveragain!" Lilly choked out between the streams of tears and sobs.
Would she really not ever wake me up again? I already knew the answer was no, because by next week there'd be another 'If-You-Don't-Help-Me-Now-The-World-Will-End' problem that she'd expect me to solve. Did I roll back over and go to sleep again, ignoring her? Or did I force myself to my feet to help? The latter, of course. It was just so hard to say no to a crying pixie, especially this particular crying pixie.
"Fine." I groaned, rolling to my feet and stumbling to my closet. I was rewarded with a radiant smile and an elated hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou! You are the best ever, Luna!" Lilly squealed.
Ten minutes later, I thought I looked reasonably nice, with a bright green t-shirt two sizes too big over black jeans and tattered black converse, a beat up leather jacket and my usual sunglasses completing the look. My wild hair had even calmed down a little, it's usually frizzy mass of black and white relatively tamed and pulled into a low ponytail. Sighing heavily, I walked out to meet Lilly.
The girl was smaller than me, only barely reaching 5'1", and had a cute, almost childish look about her. A cherub like face framed with perfect blond ringlets, bright gray eyes that always seemed to sparkle, and a pleated mini skirt with a fitted Jean jacket, dark green tights, and matching tank top. The only thing missing was the usual high heels to complete the cute, sophisticated look. She frowned, taking in my appearance.
"You'd look so much prettier if you wore the things I bought you." Lilly remarked, dragging me out the door and onto the sidewalk.
"Hey, not everyone is as perfect as you, Squirt, especially not people with only three hours of sleep." She stuck her tongue out in response and skipped along ahead of me for a few blocks until we reached Venia's house. She stepped back, leaving me to do this alone.
Sighing heavily, I stomped up the walkway and scaled the porch to the roof, swinging myself through the open attic window and tiptoeing through the house, easily avoiding the traps. I'd been here so many times it was hard to count, so I knew the layout of the place by heart, which made it easy to snag the shoes and slip back out unnoticed.
"Here you go. Now, I'm tired of doing this for you, so next time, you're on your own." It was my usual speech, and she responded in her usual way; a quick kiss on my cheek before dancing away with her prize. Once again, I shook my head at how pathetically ridiculous this all was, trudging home and looking forward to sleeping all day.
But I'm never that lucky, now am I?
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Sure enough, about a block away from my house, I was met with a couple of burly guys. Werewolves, I deduced quickly enough. They were about a hundred yards behind me, and they'd been following me for the last couple blocks.
Groaning inwardly, I turned sharply down an alleyway, scampering up a wall and perching lightly on a ledge about ten feet up, waiting for them to appear. About ten seconds later, they did, looking around for me in agitation. I smirked lightly, shifting my weight and dropping lightly onto one of them. He grunted in surprise as I landed heavily on his shoulders, knocking him to the ground and knocking him unconscious. The other one lunged for me and I kicked up, catching him in the stomach.
He caught my fist as it flew towards his face, twisting my arm painfully. Snarling, I twisted sharply away, catching my surprise and kicking him right in the nose. He fell and I disposed of him right in time to see four other werewolves round the corner. Cursing internally, I darted between them and bolted down the street, the mutts right on my tail. Would I never get a day's rest?
No, of course, I wouldn't, because, being the devious supernatural I was, danger seemed to naturally be drawn to me by some unseen force. One of the mutts caught up with me and shoved me into another alleyway with enough force to send me sprawling to my knees. Large hands closed around my wrists, pinning them to my back and yanking me to my feet.
One of the other three, a shorter, stockier man with a mass of thick black hair and tiny, beady black eyes whom I decided to call Fido, approached me. Once he was within range, I did the most natural thing I could think of and, using the mutt behind me-who was now known as Shep in my mind-for balance, I swung both legs up and kicked him in the stomach. In an instant, Fido was on the ground, and the other two- who I felt didn't deserve my time in coming up with a name- were coming at me from both sides. I dropped my feet from under me, my arms wrenched rather painfully above my head as I did so, and grinned as they collided with Shep, who in turn let go of my wrists. I was up and a few blocks down within the next three minutes, and taking a winding, twisting route home. Dumb wolves, costing me my precious time.....
2
Later that night, I opened my door, only to be ambushed yet again. Of course, Fido and Shep were in the group, and they were also the ones to grab me and hold me in place. Naturally. I blew a strand of hair out of my face in irritation and glared at the warlock in front of me.
He was tall and lean with shaggy black hair that I imagined might fall into his eyes sometimes, if it wasn't so carefully combed back that is, and piercing gray eyes. He was rather imposing and looked to be about my age, maybe a few years older, and simply radiated power.
His gaze was so intense I was pretty dang close to being intimidated, but, as was my nature, I stared back defiantly. "Lovely day for ambushing, isn't it?" I said sarcastically, the glint of amuesmwnt in his eyes igniting my fury even more.
"if you had cooperated, this wouldn't have worked out the way it did." He chuckled.
"Sweetheart, you think you've seen me not cooperating? I'd think again if I were you." I shook my head in mock pity, then jumped up a bit and jammed my heels into my captors' feet, the annoying stiletto style dress shoes serving a good purpose for once as Fido's grip loosened. I slipped my arm free and swung it around so my fist connected with Shep's face, my knee jabbing into his ribs.
Spinning away, I swung out again, but the warlock caught my fists easily and drew me closer until my nose was mere inches from his.
"I'd watch it if I were you, Angel, you're outnumbered and I don't want to have to hurt you." He seemed like he really meant it, too. Too bad for him he called me an angel, because I was anything but.
"I don't know what twisted town you grew up in, but if you knew anything about me, you'd know I'm so not an angel, and that I don't play by the rules." As if to prove my point, I kneed him between the legs and head-butted him so hard my ears rang. I was free though, and that's what counted.
With a twist I had my bag in my hand and my work heels off. In the next second I would have been out the window and running, long gone before they could catch up. Of course, the warlock had to mess things up for me though. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, the world fading quickly to black.
Damn it.
(Yes, I accidentally deleted the original. So, I added more and reposted.)
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