Post by pyrodescorpio2 on Jan 25, 2008 1:05:35 GMT -5
Title: Chosen
AUthor: PyroDeScorpio2
Summary: Illyria speaks to Sam of his destiny
Rating: PG-15
Setting: Pre-AHBL
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Sam hadn't known what hit him. One minute he was walking down the streets of L.A. and then suddenly he was grabbed from behind and tossed into this warehouse where a small girl that barely reached his shoulder in height transformed from looking sweet and innocent to meanacing and deadly. Her bouncy brown curls straightened into blue tinted tangles and her simple sundress had been replaced by full body armor. Her eyes, a kind brown: turned into ice, showing no emotion at all.
His first reaction was to fight but she bettered him in every attempt, mocking his fighting abilities and now his face was planted onto the dusty floor while she kept her foot on the back of his neck.
"You fight like the muck that populate this world..."
"What? Human?" he yelled, still struggling. "It's because I am!"
"No... I sense more in you. Power. Great power, and yet you do not use it..." She lifted her foot away from his neck and he sat up: staring at her with untrusting eyes. "Why?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I feel it, taste it as if it were tangible. The darkness surrounds you like smoke, curling into your insides: shrouding your soul into darkness."
"I'm not... I don't..." Sam stood. "Who the hell are you?"
"I am Illyria... God of this realm..."
"You're crazy," said Sam, taking a step back as she took one forward.
"So I've been told..." Illyria then caulked her head to the side. "What is it that humans call you?"
"My name?" Sam wasn't certain he could share... "Sam."
"Sam..." Illyria frowned in distaste. "I do not like it."
"Look... Just... Stay away from me!" he said, holding his hands up as if to ward her off but she frowned at his order and soon he found himself pressed into the wall of the warehouse. His back had hit it so hard that he now had a lagre pain in his lower back and her hands, far from loving, gripped his jaw tightly and he wondered if it would shatter in her grasp.
"I do not take orders from muck like you! Especially muck that do not use what has been given to them!"
"Get off me!" yelled Sam, and he felt something akin to an electric jolt move through his body and before his very eyes she was thrown back onto the floor: body rolling rapidly until resting in the middle of the building. So upset and shocked was he that he didn't stay to see if she... IT was ok. He ran, all while she calmly sat up: a smirk on her face as she watched him go.
"You will lead us to victory, Sam... Until then, I shall play along with my pet and his vampire sire..." Illyria turned back into the Burkle-Shell. "Gods will take back what is rightfully theirs. Demons will walk freely. And the humans will all die..."
END
AUthor: PyroDeScorpio2
Summary: Illyria speaks to Sam of his destiny
Rating: PG-15
Setting: Pre-AHBL
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Sam hadn't known what hit him. One minute he was walking down the streets of L.A. and then suddenly he was grabbed from behind and tossed into this warehouse where a small girl that barely reached his shoulder in height transformed from looking sweet and innocent to meanacing and deadly. Her bouncy brown curls straightened into blue tinted tangles and her simple sundress had been replaced by full body armor. Her eyes, a kind brown: turned into ice, showing no emotion at all.
His first reaction was to fight but she bettered him in every attempt, mocking his fighting abilities and now his face was planted onto the dusty floor while she kept her foot on the back of his neck.
"You fight like the muck that populate this world..."
"What? Human?" he yelled, still struggling. "It's because I am!"
"No... I sense more in you. Power. Great power, and yet you do not use it..." She lifted her foot away from his neck and he sat up: staring at her with untrusting eyes. "Why?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I feel it, taste it as if it were tangible. The darkness surrounds you like smoke, curling into your insides: shrouding your soul into darkness."
"I'm not... I don't..." Sam stood. "Who the hell are you?"
"I am Illyria... God of this realm..."
"You're crazy," said Sam, taking a step back as she took one forward.
"So I've been told..." Illyria then caulked her head to the side. "What is it that humans call you?"
"My name?" Sam wasn't certain he could share... "Sam."
"Sam..." Illyria frowned in distaste. "I do not like it."
"Look... Just... Stay away from me!" he said, holding his hands up as if to ward her off but she frowned at his order and soon he found himself pressed into the wall of the warehouse. His back had hit it so hard that he now had a lagre pain in his lower back and her hands, far from loving, gripped his jaw tightly and he wondered if it would shatter in her grasp.
"I do not take orders from muck like you! Especially muck that do not use what has been given to them!"
"Get off me!" yelled Sam, and he felt something akin to an electric jolt move through his body and before his very eyes she was thrown back onto the floor: body rolling rapidly until resting in the middle of the building. So upset and shocked was he that he didn't stay to see if she... IT was ok. He ran, all while she calmly sat up: a smirk on her face as she watched him go.
"You will lead us to victory, Sam... Until then, I shall play along with my pet and his vampire sire..." Illyria turned back into the Burkle-Shell. "Gods will take back what is rightfully theirs. Demons will walk freely. And the humans will all die..."
END
