|Wake up call...
||[Jan. 8th, 2005|04:16 pm]
Into the Now - Post BTVS/ATS Original Rp
Bloody buggering hell, I'm so cold. Why am I cold? I remember dying. "Aren't I dead?" I groan. I don't feel particularly dead. One isn't supposed to be cold when dead is one? Then why am I shivering? And feeling cold, so bloody cold. Bringing up a hand, I groan at the stiffness in my limbs. I press my fingers against my throat and for a few antagonizing minutes I suck in my breath. Heartbeat. It would appear I've a heartbeat. Slowly breathing out it occurs to me that I apparently need to breath as well.
So, not dead then. How very odd. I distinctly remember dying.
"Would you like me to lie to you now?"
"Yes, please. Thank you."
Prying one eye open, I glance around carefully. I seem to be in some sort of...wooden contraption. A cabin perhaps? Pushing myself into a sitting position I open both eyes and look around confused. This doesn't make any sense at all. I brush my hands over my legs and that is when I notice something else. Blinking down I shake my head. "Well, that would explain why I'm cold." Someone seem to have a very odd sense of humor. Someone who apparently found it terribly amusing to bring me back from the dead and dropped me of god only knows where.
Carefully getting up, I wince as my bones and muscles creak a bit. How long haven't I used them? I can't remember anything between dying and waking up. I narrow my eyes when I see light pouring out something that might be a window. There's some sort of fabric covering it. Padding over I pull it away and glance out the window. Only to be more confused.
Trees, nothing but trees. And from the look of it, this...hut? Appears to be in a tree as well. This is getting stranger and stranger. "What the bloody hell is going on here?" I mutter. I look back confused when I notice another figure in the corner of the room. It would seem I'm not alone, but I can't make out who it is. Better be careful, since being naked also gives me the disadvantage of being weaponless. At least whomever this is appears to be in their birthday suit as well.
(Open for Faith)
Even though I was clueless as to what the hell was going on here, I was quite amused by the little fellows efforts to talk English. "Nivan," I repeated the name. "Nice to meet you." O smiled a little and noticed that hurt his face. God, how long had I been...dead?
After sharing a look with Faith, I followed the litlle man...Nivan... while he weaved his way through the cross cross of paths. He was talking in a language I didn't recognize, but the linguist in me was already perking up. Trying to catch a word here and there.
"I suppose you can't tell us where we are or what's going on either?" I tried, not having any trouble keeping up with Nivan. I glanced over my shoulder at Faith who seemed to be looking around in awe. And I must admit that I was quite impressed with the structure of this village myself.
This place is huge. It's look an old age L.A. or something.
"I'll take that as my name." I mumble as I look towards Wes and the little guy who are- now moving? I follow slowly behind, still looking around at everything I can see. So many bridges, torches and- hell, everything. It's like I'm in a completely new place.
As I walked behind, I could feel my bones ache and make weird noises as I moved. I'm not used to walking anymore. I'm not even used to breathing and here I am, doing it.
"I suppose you can't tell us where we are or what's going on either?"
"Ya, do you think you could tell us?" I chirped from behind Wes. They were walking fast while I absorbed everything around. This place, unlike any other, is amazing.
But on the other hand, it's a new place and I need to know my surroundings.
They were making sounds again like talking and the little man paused before making walking motions with his hand and then standing up as tall as he good and puffing out his chest before reslumping and smiling. He was taking them to the leaders. Then he was back to yammering in his own language, some derriviation of old english and latin just advanced and modified.
Pausing to grab a torch and hand it to the manshaped fur human, Nivan's head tilted to the side at the question and he hmmed softly before continuing further into the tree village, and it grew darker, the light dim before they came to a circle of houses, almost like a town square.
Then, the pale man seemed to turn even paler. For in the square were dead ones, being wrapped in oil cloth. He glanced back at his guests before walking down into the square and staring at the ones who would awake as a nightmare. Then he looked to the fire before looking back sadly at Wesri and Fae. He stared for a while trying to remember the word sound. Finally he sighed softly. "Vanire." He paused before pointing to the fire and adding in his language. Not wake up...
This place is huge, and beyond impressive. I wonder though where the humans are. How many time we've missed, what happened to the world. And it doesn't seem that Nivan was about to tell us. Or couldn't, I'm not sure.
Accepting the torch, I frown a little and look back at Faith. Without thinking about it, I grab hold of her hand and tug her behind me. I really don't wish to loose her in the dark, she's the only one I know. And as stupid as it sound, I seem to cling to that. "Stay close...Fae," I snicker, unable to keep the small barb from escaping.
When we reach this, for lack of a better word...town square, I stop and exchange a look with Faith. They're burning those people because they were attacked by vampires. "Vampires," I mutter. "Some things never change." Damn them. But if they're still around, then humans might be as well. "I'm sorry for your loss," I say to Nivan."
We seemed to walk forever. I didn't mind but it was fricken freezing. I mean, having no shoes wasn't really doing any good.
I glance forward and I feel a hand grab mine and tug me forward. Wes was holding my hand. In an odd way, it was comforting. This place was creepy dark and I could barely see.
After a bit of more walking, we reached a place that was circular and looked the centre of things. A town sqaure possibly?
I nod a bit and look at the bodies that they are preparing to- burn? I think they're doing that.
"Seems I may have to do some work around here afterall." I let go of Wesley's hand and walk towards the bodies.
"Do you think they know other methods?" I stop in front of a half wrapped body and look at it's face. Female and very young.
"I think," I say turning back to Wesley and our little friend, "we should show them how to kill them later." I wink at him as I walk up to him and grab his hand, holding his this time.
"I guess, let's continue?"