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Author's Note: This was written as a response to the
"Holding Hands" challenge in the LiveJournal Community
The_Kittchen. It takes place before any of the stories in the
"Marissa" Universe, during the last episode.
It
was night-time at a high-rise, with a clear sky, and all the stars
glittering
above. In the parking lot below, there
were many, many kinds of vehicles parked, seemingly from most walks of
life…a
good deal of them expensive.
There
was one vehicle that, while seemingly fit
in, was completely out of place. That
one was a black Trans-Am, looking brand-new…and had a strange, red
light that
swished back and forth continuously.
The
driver, a young man with curly black hair
and quite a good build, was inside…with an unexpected date.
Said
driver was with an admittedly beautiful
young lady with blonde hair. She was
rather insistant in coming along with him, and he agreed to it. He had just finished introducing themselves
to a man named Donald Crane. The story
had been rather believable (Thanks, Devon):
He was filling in for Geoffrey Twilliger, who had a nasty case
of
the flu. He himself was a free-lance
writer for Psychic Review, doing a series of articles.
The woman, Elizabeth, was his research
assistant. It had gotten them both in
with a minimum of questions.
The
duo then started off towards the guests,
both looking around.
They
had been stopped only once by a woman that
was relatively tall…almost as tall as the young man.
She looked rather proper and prim, with a shape that was
attractive and supple. She certainly
was in a state that seemed almost ageless.
She looked to be in her prime, although her jade green eyes
spoke of
countless years lived, with many to come.
Her crimson hair went down to her back and was in curls for this
event. She wore a long, floor-length
elegant dress of emerald green with white lace at the square neckline
and
sleeves.
Elizabeth
stared at the strange woman for a long
moment before she turned to her date.
“Michael, who is this?”
The
man with her, Michael, shook his head, then
asked her, “Sorry, have we met before…?”
The
woman shook her head, then replied in a
voice that sounded somewhat regal, yet was perfectly warm, audible for
the
noise level of the room and had an accent that he could not recognize,
“No, I’m
afraid you’ve never seen me before.
Either of you.”
“You
wouldn’t happen to know someone named
Harana, would you?” Elizabeth asked.
“I’m
not one of her friends, no,” she
replied. She stared at Michael and
added, “We will meet again. Someday.”
Before
either one could react, there was an
immediate burst of applause.
Michael
and Elizabeth turned from the strange
woman…just in time to see the one they had been looking for arrive on
the
stairway.
He
had to admit, she did look exotic. She
didn’t have the ageless look of the
strange lady, but she looked to be in her prime as well.
Her dark skin and ebony hair, mixed with
more than an ounce of sensuality in a green, primitive dress…she was an
overpowering presence.
“Hmph?
That’s the Voodoo Princess?” the odd woman beside them asked
disdainfully, her voice lowering to a level that only Michael and
Elizabeth
could hear.
“Looks
can be deceiving,” Elizabeth
muttered…which made the odd woman smile approvingly at her.
“Let’s
go meet the guest of honor,” Michael said
quietly and went up the stairs.
Elizabeth followed…and when she looked down, the red-haired
woman was
nowhere to be seen.
The
ebony beauty was in a midst of
admirers...and a short distance off was a woman in another emerald
green
dress…although this one had a large, white, feather fan that she was
using and
it covered her face.
Michael
cut into the group, with Elizabeth right
behind her. He extended his hand to the
princess.
“Harana,”
he said, “I’m Michael Knight. This is
Elizabeth Wesley.”
The
woman smiled at him, liking what she was seeing
before her and held his hand in hers.
“A
Pleasure,” she said, her very voice being as
exotic as she seemed, then looked down at it.
“My, what extraordinary psychic energy, Mr. Knight.
You’d make a very good subject for my
special brand of magic…”
“I’d
like to try it sometime. But right now,
I’m concerned about a friend
of mine. Jeremy Towers.
He was here last night, and—“
Elizabeth
had finally gotten his attention by
kicking his leg, over and over. He
turned around and saw three people on both sides of them, with Crane
nearby. Apparently, they had learned
that they were uninvited guests and were forcing the two of them
out…which
didn’t go too well and dissolved into a fight, right in the room.
Two
of the men were taken care of quickly, with
one landing in the table of hors d’oeuvres.
The third man was wrestled to the ground and a crowd gathered.
Eventually,
Michael won the fight and said to
Crane, “You know, everything they say about your parties is
true…they’re a real
bash,” and left.
Harana
took the moment to whisper to herself,
“I’ve never felt that energy before…he has quite a destiny ahead of
him.” She then walked off in a different
direction.
Once
she did, the fan snapped closed…and the
crimson-haired woman from earlier stared at her departing form.
“Woman,”
she said, “Though a fake you be…you
have no idea how right you are about Michael Knight.”
She
then simply vanished into thin air, as if
she never were there.
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