Title: The Turning
Author: Lyndaura
Author's Notes: Well, this is me, its one a.m. and I'm bored... this is the outcome...
The Turning
Chapter 10:
Energy
I felt something wet splash against my face as Tucker's body fell limp in Tarren's hand. Tarren grinned and licked the blood dripping off of Tucker's face. He was so gentle, savouring every drop, but it was so evil and wrong. I gagged and tried to control myself, but whatever was left of me seemed to just scream out in pain. Everything was happening too fast, it was so overwhelming.
It was all in slow motion. You see, I'm slow, and I can barely understand what's happening when there isn't a lot of stuff going on, and now all this shit was being dumped into my lap, and they expected me to be able to take it all. Well, I have news for them. They can all bite me. No pun intended.
The next thing that I knew, Kara was thrashing against Daemon to try to run to Tucker, but he was picking her up and holding her against his chest to try to keep her from getting to him. I guess looking back, I can understand why, because Tarren had just killed Tucker and was still holding him, and if Kara ran to him, he might be tempted to kill Kara as well. Still, at the time I could barely contain the tears as I thought about Kara. The father of her child had just been brutally murdered before her eyes. She was in a lot worse position than me, and I could barely handle myself, how was she supposed to hold up?
I curled myself into a ball and just cried.
You don't know real agony until you see someone die in front of you, and you can't do a thing to stop it. It angers you, frustrates you, and hurts you in ways that you couldn't otherwise be hurt. I didn't really understand the severity of the situation till then. It was then that I realized how hopeless it was to fight back. It was then that I realized that we were the underdogs, and that I was going to die, or at least something horrible was going to happen.
Tarren took one last smell of Tucker and then tossed his body serval feet away. Daemon finally let Kara run to Tucker and she threw herself on his body, screaming in sorrow. I wished that I could do the same, but Tarren was on me in a second. He grabbed both my arms and pinned them above my head. He then sat on my stomach so that I could barely breathe, let alone move.
He then smiled with blood drenched teeth while leaning over and licking the splatter of blood that had been sprayed on my face. Ewww... I could smell how old he was. His breath was like ice as he starred into my eyes.
"My gorgeous child," he stroked the side of my face. I tried not to whimper.
"Get away from her Tarren," Daemon warned as he approached us.
I then was aware of something else nearby. My vampire sense was tingling and it was telling me that there was another power. It was like a dark shadow creeping toward me, swallowing me and choking me. It was the witches.
There were three of them, standing by Daemon. I didn't need to see them, I could feel their power pressing down on me. I could also feel Eve's presence near by, but I could only think of one problem at a time.
"Get them out of here Tarren," Daemon ordered. Riever had his hand on his gun, ready to shoot one of them if he needed to.
"I have no jurisdiction over them, they are not vampires. They do as they wish," Tarren grinned and then pressed his body down on me. He was getting aroused by my lack of strength against him. I prayed for the power that I had had before, so that I could kick his ass, but he was sucking everything I had away from me. The spell that the witches were casting on me wasn't helping either.
"Get off of her Tarren," Daemon's energy was rising quickly, and it was scaring me. I didn't want to see what a brawl with witches and vampires looked like. Too many people had already died that night.
"You are so full of yourself Daemon. That's why I'm just going to have to take you out of power," Tarren grinned and kissed my neck softly. A shiver ran down my spine, and I tried to cover my neck with my shoulder, but Tarren only switched to the other bare side of my neck.
"This is ridiculous," Eve snorted and I saw her stand over me. She was seriously pissed off. "Stop."
As soon as she spoke the simple command, there was a outburst of energy, like a wave. Everything touched by the circular wave was instantly frozen in gray.
"What?" I tried to breathe, Tarren was still squashing me.
"Listen to me child," Eve pulled Tarren off of me and pulled me up before I could do anything else. "You have no idea what you are doing."
"And I'm guessing you're going to enlighten me," I rolled my eyes. My head hurt, there was way too much shit to deal with, and I think I had my period.
"Do you know the kind of power that you possess?" Eve shouted at me.
"You wanna just cut to the chase?" I asked tiredly. Now that she had frozen time, she was just prolonging this whole ordeal. I really should have thought about it as a break from it, but when you have a weird girl bitching at you, it never really seems like a break.
"You are the Chosen Child which is synonymous with a Guardian," Eve explained, waving her hands wildly. "You are the Guardian of this dimension. Basically, all the interdimensional energy that is contained within this dimension is at your disposal. You are the most power being in the dimension."
"Wait a second, you lost me there," I held up my hands to try to get her to explain, but she ignored me and continued on her 'little' rant.
"All the power in the world, and you don't even use it! You don't even know how! And now that the world is depending on you, all you can think about is yourself and your own little problems. Think of the big picture Ferra, if you go with Tarren, then he'll use your power to rule the world, as well as release the virus that will kill almost all humans. You're dooming your own dimension!" Eve shouted at me again.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I finally interrupted her. "What the hell are you talking about? The only reason why they think I'm the Chosen Child is because you gave me this fucking mark. This is all your fault, so back off. I don't have a clue what you're talking about. Sorry, but I seem to have missed the notice that says its my job to save the world."
"Well, congratulations, it is your responsibility, and you're doing a bang up job," Eve scolded me. I couldn't believe how much she sounded like my dad.
"What am I supposed to do, wave my magic wand and make it all go away? Please say that I can do that, because I have no fucking clue what you want me to do!" Me, pissed off? I think so. "But since I'm such a failure, you have all this power and you seem to know everything, why don't you just save the world? It would sure take a load off of my back," I snapped at her.
"It isn't my place. I'm borrowing your power in order to do this. I have my own world to take care of, I shouldn't have to worry about this one too. I have already worked too hard to ensure that this as easy for you as possible, but you fucked yourself over," Eve sighed angrily. Thank you for THAT little piece of information, that just made my day.
"What do you mean you 'worked too hard to ensure that this as easy as possible'? Maybe its just me, but look around you! There is fifty dead people in that building, there are vampires all around us trying to kill each other, Tucker is dead, Tarren holds the world in his hands, and you are trying to say that you made it easy for me? What the hell kind of world did you come from?" It was an honest question.
"Is it a coincidence that you only began manifesting your power after you became a vampire? As a human, your body was unable to take the power that you could control, not to mention create. How could your little, frail body control the massive amounts of energy that you make? As a vampire, you were made stronger, and able to withstand the amounts of energy flowing through you. Too bad as a vampire, your mind wasn't made anymore stronger or mature. You can barely take the stress of the battlefield," Eve shook her head disappointedly.
"YOU made sure I became a vampire? This is all your fault!" I didn't know what I was doing, I just lunged at her.
I didn't have to physically lunge at her though. Before I even touched her, she just was flung back against the alley wall. She was stunned on the ground for a moment before she stood up. I could feel her sucking energy away from me. She said that she always borrowed power from me, well, I wasn't going to let her mooch on me anymore. I took a deep breath. It was like a third hand reaching out and grabbing the energy back.
It looked like someone punched Eve in the stomach.
"Can I kill you?" I asked angrily. "Or is there some 'Guardian' rule about killing another Guardian. You are a Guardian right? Right?"
"There are plenty of rules. I'm sure you'll love each and every one of them. You can't hurt another Guardian, you can't do things that will be detrimental to the world, you can't hurt another world, you can't have kids, you can't fall in romantic love, you can't create another Guardian in your dimension while you are still alive, do I need to continue?"
"You're fucking with me. I hold the world in my hands, I can squash you like a bug. What is there to stop me from breaking these 'rules'?" I approached Eve and leaned over her.
"You can't kill me, I'm already dead. I died saving my world. I'm a spirit," Eve chuckled, grinning at me. Okay, she had me there. Dammit.
"Well, shoo little spirit, I don't want you in my dimension anymore. Byebye!" I waved my hand. I had no idea what I was doing, but it was worth a try. I took my 'third arm' and ripped open what I later came to know as the 'interdimensional barrier'.
I couldn't believe what I saw. There was a large void, but inside the void, I could see thousands of dark red eyes. They were like demons. Suddenly one tried to get through the rip in the barrier. I snapped the rip back closed. I was scared shitless.
"What the hell was that?" I gasped, turning to Eve. She chuckled. How could she laugh about demon-like things trying to get into my world. Yeah, 'my' world. Am I getting a little conceited? Maybe just a little.
"Those are what are affectionately known as 'Ghosts'(1). In some worlds they have big problems with them. In this world, you don't. I'm surprised. Usually large amounts of energy in one area can rip open a tear in the interdimensional barrier, which allows them to come through. If you go through with the rituals tomorrow night, you will rip open a hole large enough to let the strongest of the Ghosts through. You will surely die, and your entire world will be ruined. Just a little thought before I leave," Eve got up and opened her own tear and stepped through, closing it behind her.
I sighed and sat down. It was time for a few moments rest before I got back into the hell that was my life. Eve was right, I didn't know how to use my power very well. I didn't even have enough control over it to keep it away from Eve for more than a minute. The world was doomed.
I tried to push the dizziness, fatigue and pain to the back of my mind as I forced time to resume. It took a few tries, but I was beginning to get the idea of how to use my power.
"What the hell?" Tarren shouted suddenly. Maybe it was because I was half way down the alley and he was off in the corner somewhere.
"I'm tired of this Tarren," I mustered up as much confidence as I had. "And of you," I added and gave a dismissive wave to the witches.
"Her power," one of the said and I smiled.
"Yep, so get away from here before I kick your scantily clad asses," I smiled as the slithered away in both fear and anger.
Suddenly, one of the vampires opened fire on me. Tarren told him to stop, but he was too scared to listen. I felt a bullet graze my stomach. I ducked and tried to find the energy within me again. I had lost control for a second, and it was hard to regain it. I searched for the vampire in the shadows. He was crying and screaming. Not exactly that hard to find. I raised my hand, and I felt a vine of energy whip out of it and wrap around his neck. He dropped the gun and sat there, shaking, trying to get out of my grasp.
I just wanted to kill him. He was so twisted and sick. I could feel energy radiating off of him. It was telling me things. Its hard to explain. The energy carries certain pieces of information, thoughts, feelings, intentions. He wanted to fuck me, then kill me, then fuck me again. It was hard to comprehend the intense anger and hatred that he had. Was this a vampire thing or something?
I reached out and touched the energies of the other vampires. They all had similar thoughts. I turned to Daemon for a second and touched his thoughts. It was only for a brief moment, but I felt the choking sickness that he had in his mind. He wanted to kill and mutilate his brother. I had to stop just as I got pictures of the sick things that he wanted to do Tarren.
Before I could even make sense of the things that I had felt within Daemon, Tarren was on my back, forcing me to the ground. There was so much going on at once, that I hadn't had time to sense Tarren charging at me.
I was down on the ground, screaming. I tried to find my energy again, but he was sucking it away from me. I saw his eyes go wide. He didn't realize how much power I had., and he was just scratching the surface. Eve had mentioned something about me being able to make energy. I guess that isn't a normal thing. I'm not smart. I never pretended to be, and in fact, I'm usually quite blatant about being a stupid ass. I'm only guessing, but humans or vampires aren't supposed to MAKE energy, but only convert certain things into energy that we use. I can make energy.
I'm my own little factory or sweat and energy.
I guessed that I could try to make some energy. I could feel the power stirring within me. It was like a chain reaction. First, I felt the fatigue drift away, then the pain numbed, and I finally collected myself. Soon, I was so energized, Tarren couldn't take the energy. He started panting. Was I that hot?
I threw Tarren off of me. He laid sprawled a few feet away from me. I pushed myself off the ground, get this, without using my hands. I just rose up. I thought the effect was pretty cool. It was then that I felt more energy around me. It was familiar, feminine.
The witches.
I had already had my brush with their power. They didn't need to be there in order to get their message across. The coldness was consuming. I looked up and saw the icicles shooting toward me. I held up my hand and they vaporized before they could hurt me. But there were more coming, and they weren't aimed at me. I tried hard to make sure that they all vaporized so they wouldn't hurt Riever, Daemon or Kara, but it was hard keeping track of them all. They were coming so fast and from every direction.
Soon, the vampires had begun to open fire. I had to stop their bullets and the ice knives that were bombarding us. Finally, I took a moment, and all the vampire's guns exploded into flame. I was lucky, while I was distracted, a shard of ice nearly decapitated Daemon, but he ducked.
I could feel the interdimensional barrier bending and folding with all the different energies flying around. Tarren was trying to talk to me with his mind, the vampires were started to throw knives, gas bombs and grenades at us. Where the hell were they getting these things from? But I guess once you don't have guns, you have to get a little creative. Fire balls occasionally rained down on us. I guess the witches were getting creative too.
It was hard to keep track of it all, especially since Tarren was starting to get past my natural mind block, and I could hear his voice. Luckily, he couldn't read my mind and find out how scared and frustrated I was.
"You can't keep this up forever," Tarren whispered into my mind. I shook my head, trying to get him out. Thinking back, I shouldn't have done it, because all it had done was let Tarren know that he had gotten through. Oh well... another stupid act brought to you by yours truly.
"Why are you defending them? You are a vampire. Think like one. Become one. You are losing, I can feel your energy depleting. You're losing it. Just stop, surrender, let me take care of you. You are too stressed out for this. This isn't your responsibility, it isn't your duty. You are the Chosen Child, you are supposed to resurrect the vampires. Bring us back. Help us, lead us, guide us to victory. No one likes to lose. Don't make yourself suffer. Help us. Help your people," Tarren's voice seemed to drown out the gunfire coming from Daemon, Riever and Kara, not to mention all the screaming and yelling from the vampires.
He was just so soothing. I told myself to block it out, but it was better to listen to that than to the sound of hatred and anger that was surrounding me. The air had become thick with smoke and blood. I looked at Tucker's dead body that was nearby. It was like a symbol of how I felt. I must had been going for half an hour straight. Just using my energy to try to save everyone's life. It wasn't fair. I couldn't go on for much longer.
In my moment's thought, a fire ball had nailed Riever in the back. I screamed and ran to him, trying to keep some focus in the continuing protection, but it was hard. I was never good at multi-tasking. But then again, I never really thought that people's lives would depend on my ability to do it successfully.
I pushed the others aside as I touched Riever's back. I knew that I could heal it. I knew that I could save Riever, but there was just so much going on, it was going to take more energy and concentration than I could devote to it at the moment.
The next thing I knew, Kara was yanked away from my side. Her face was red and swollen from crying and screaming. Tarren had her in his arms and he had a knife to her neck.
"I can make this all stop Ferra, don't make me resort to kill Kara," Tarren's calming voice was the only thing I could hear. I couldn't hear Daemon telling me not to listen, I couldn't hear Kara's pleas for me to let her die and that she didn't want to live, but most of all, I couldn't hear Riever telling me that he would be alright, and to kill Tarren right then. I couldn't though. I couldn't kill Tarren, even if I had heard Riever, I knew that I couldn't do it.
"Tell the witches to stop," I demanded tiredly.
Tarren tried his best to hide his huge grin. I was defeated. I was tired, I was in pain, and I couldn't hold out any longer. Every moment was excruciating, and there was too much happening. I couldn't handle it. I was brought to the edge of my breaking point. I had tried, and I had failed. It was a very simple matter. But then again, I was used to failing, it was my life dream, to fail at something big so I could forget all my other minor mistakes that made up my life. I had finally done it. I was the Guardian of the world, and no one gave a damn. Yup.
That's me.
The magical onslaught stopped, and I finally let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. Daemon put a rather large hand on my shoulder to try to steady me, but it was useless. I began panting and I nearly fainted. I had a headache, and I felt like I had stood up too fast.
"Let go of Kara," I breathed out. Daemon tried to stop me, but I used what energy I had left to silence him. "It has to be this way."
Riever was shouting at me as I stood up slowly. I cracked my neck, kissed my cross, and nearly collapsed into Tarren's arms. He caught me and held me close. I tried to feed off of his power, but it took too much effort. I just let him carry me away. I guess his vampires were close behind him, but I was barely conscious.
As a vampire, I guess I was used to being able to push myself without finding any limits. Now that I was told that I basically had no limits, I found mine. It wasn't fair.
There were several vans waiting down the streets. I suddenly wondered where the cops were during all of this, but I guess the witches had a part in that. Didn't really matter in the end. This was much bigger than the police. The interdimensional barrier was finally turning back to normal. It was like sheet of plastic. It would bend, twist and stretch, I was just waiting to see how much force it took to rip it.
"Shhh," Tarren held me close and kissed my forehead. "Get your rest now, you have a busy night ahead of you tomorrow."
I let him place me in the passenger seat beside him, as he prepared to drive away. It was only minutes before we were on the highway, driving far, far away from town.
It was a long silent ride, and I got a few short minutes of sleep. Then I heard my watch beep, and it woke me up. My watch beeped every hour, but I was sleeping so lightly, that it had awoken me. I looked at it lazily. I suddenly felt the anxiety in the van. I had been too tired to notice it before, but I could feel it now. It was 6:00 a.m.. It would be dawn soon.
Yeah, I just remembered the whole, burn up and die if exposed to light thing.
"Rest my sweet," Tarren reached over and brushed a lock of hair away from my eyes. I was out like a light for the next twenty-four minutes.
Twenty-four minutes later, the van stopped and I was jolted awake. I was still pretty dazed when I was rushed out of the car.
"What's going on?" I lazily asked. I felt like I had been drugged. It Was then that I was reminded of the sunlight issue. The sun was about to rise. I could already feel the heat and light brushing over me.
Tarren was leading the group into a large abandoned factory. We were surrounded by forest, so I guessed it was probably a lumber factory or something. All the windows were boarded up, and it looked so secluded and eerie, it was the perfect set for a slasher movie. I can just imagine it now, three young, big breasted girls and four shirtless guys go for a weekend of camping when they come across a deserted lumber mill, sounded like fun, but then everything went wrong.
Suckers. No pun intended.
I heard one of the vampires nearby scream out in pain. No one stopped to help him. Even the indirect light from the sun was too much for him. I pushed the headache to the back of my mind and tried to speed up. Tarren was already at the building, but my escorts were starting to get agitated. I was slowing them down, and causing them more pain.
"Hurry up! Get her out of the sunlight!" Tarren yelled, keeping one of the entrances to the building only partially open.
One of the larger vampires growled and picked me up. I was too tired to protest and let him jog me to the door. He was panting and teething in pain. I could see the boils sprout up on his face. My other escort had already ran ahead and gotten into the building.
"Hurry you fool!" Tarren cried out nervously. I let the warm light bathe over me. It was so relaxing and comforting. The vampire carrying me finally collapsed onto the ground and screamed. His skin started boiling and his eye popped out of his head. His skin dripped off his hands and stuck to the grass. Blood squirted out of the popping boils on his face. I nearly gagged in disgust. I was frozen on the ground watching him die, and slowly burn up into ashes.
It was only afterwards that I heard Tarren screaming for me to come inside. I looked at myself. I wasn't boiling, bleeding, burning or ash-ifying, so I thought that I was safe. I was immune to sunlight.
"Ferra!" Tarren cried out, and I got up to go to him. I then realized that I didn't need to. He couldn't hurt me. I was in the sun, and he couldn't go into the sunlight. This was great. It was my chance to get away.
"I'm not going in," I shook my head.
"Please Ferra, don't make me do something that I would regret," Tarren pleaded with me. I shook my head, this was impossible. I couldn't do this.
Stupid me and my procrastinating. In the time that it took me to have that short conversation with Tarren, a sniper had gotten me with a tranquillizer dart.
The last thing that I remember was thinking that life sucks.
~End Chapter 10 - Energy~
(1) Yes, that is referring to 'Ghosts' from Two Worlds the fanfic that I wrote.
Author's Tidbits: Well, that was nothing like I thought it would be, and I didn't get nearly as far as I thought I would. Not a whole lota humour there, but get used to it, its too serious to be that funny anymore. I think I'm seriously going to change the prologue to the story. I read it, and I just realized how cheesy it is. Well, you can kinda read and tell the evolution of my writing. ^_^ Anyways, I better go, people keep bribing Pyro, and then Pyro uses these 'gifts' to torment me. Thank you for the truck full of gasoline Akkiko. Damn you.