Authors Note: Hey Guys. waves This is my first posting, even though I've been a member for a heck of a long time. I've finally plucked up the courage to post something. Yay me!
The following piece of fiction is complete, having finished it around 3 years back. hangs head in shame for not posting sooner But it may take me a while to upload all the chapters, so please bear with me as I'm still finding my way around. :)
So, this particular piece was inspired after watching the Season 3 episode 'A New World'. I really got into the idea of Connor having a friend he could relate to and trust (poor kid needs one). In later episodes such as Season 4's 'Slouching Towards Bethlehem', inspired me more as I loved the whole relationship between him and Cordelia. Although not the ending. Definitely not the ending. The story is set after Connor dumps Angel in the Pacific (obviously), but its long before Jasmine. Wesley isn't estranged from the rest of the team and Cordelia isn't a higher being. Oh, and Gunn hasn't killed Fred's professor. Yup, I like to mix things up and confuse you all. :)
I should also point out that I have used a fair few one-liners from the show, because they were one of the main reasons why I adored this show until its bitter end. :) It might also be worth mentioning that I am also a bit of a Charmed fan and have used the Halliwells powers as my characters own.
Uh...I think that's it. So...I don't own anything. Unfortunately. Nothing except my character, Trinity. Whom I adore the very bones of. :) And maybe a couple of others along the way.
Please feel free to review - bad or good. I don't want any of you to feel that just because this is my first post that you have to be gentle, I'd rather you gave it to me straight. So if you think this story is a pile of horse poo - please say so. Thanks! On with the show...
The thing - demon, whatever it was - came towards her in the blackness of the alley, she stood rooted to the very spot, trying desperately to figure out her next move. It was so dark in the alley. Why was that? Why was it that there were either no streetlights in alleys and if there were they were out? Nothing but Dumpsters and graffiti and filth.
Focus, Trinity. Focus...or die.
She took a deep breath. Held it. While the demon continued its journey towards her. She couldn't out-run it. There was nowhere to run to. Her back was up against the wall. She had tried everything. So far she had managed to survive. There was no-one or nothing in sight. Just blackness. And silence. She was alone. Like always. And for the first time in her life Trinity didn't know what to do next.
That night had started out as a pretty much run-of-the-mill ordinary night. Or as ordinary as it could be for her. She had left her cramped one-bedroom Downtown apartment for the club where she worked most nights. Since her arrival in L.A. she'd had to find work of some kind to cover the rent. Waitressing and bar-work had been her only options. She had opted for the latter. Working through the night was a good thing for her. It was night-time she hated the most. Night was when all the evil lurking, came out of the shadows and pounced. And if there was one thing that Trinity didn't like, it was evil. She'd seen enough to last her a hundred lifetimes.
She had gone to work as normal, gotten paid as usual and made her way back to her apartment. Only to find that the entire place had been ransacked. But nothing had been taken. She had immediately come to the conclusion that this was no normal burglary. Whoever had done this had clearly been looking for something very specific. And she knew what. Sensing danger was on the way she had done what anyone would have done - She had ran. And ended up in this back alley, the stench of urine and filth under her nose, being attacked by a blue seven-foot demon, with a real ugly face and sharp teeth. The only pretty thing about it was the neon-blue crystal embedded in its head. Trinity found looking at it was helping to calm her. Then figured maybe that was its purpose. To lull its victim into a sense of false security. But she knew now was not the time for relaxation.
She had thrown things at it. Trash cans, pieces of wood and metal. None of which had deterred it. She had even used mind-tricks, moved one of those big old Dumpsters, sent it flying through the air, but it had only succeeded in making it even more angry than it was. So then she had used her good old freezing trick. That never let her down. Only to find, as she had run as fast as her legs would carry her, that for some strange reason the freeze had lasted a mere few seconds instead of its usual sixty.
Trinity was a wiccan. But a good witch. As well as inheriting her mothers red curls and green eyes, she had also inherited her powerful abilities. At times, incredibly useful. At others...well, she felt as if those gifts were a burden. It seemed a lot of people wanted what she had. And she knew of old that they would stop at nothing to get it.
The demon threw back its huge head and roared. Living off her adrenaline and instinct, Trinity held out her hands and with everything she had, with all of her strength, felt the energy course through her body. The invisible force shot out of her fingertips and hit the demon smack in the center of its chest. She was horrified to see that what normally would have blown evil up, only managed to make a small dent in which green slime began to slowly ooze. The demons eyes widened and glinted in fury and she knew she had really pissed it off.
'Uh-oh,' she muttered. 'Now what?'
'Hey!,' called out a sudden voice somewhere behind her.
Afraid to take her eyes off the demon for a second, she cast a very quick glance in the direction of the voice and was startled and relieved to see a young guy. He looked just like any other ordinary teenager, maybe around eighteen, except in one hand he held a very big and very sharp-looking viking ax, which told her that whoever this guy was, he was by no means ordinary. She wondered when people stopped carrying swiss army knives.
The demon seemed to have been swayed by this newcomer, too. So she grabbed the opportunity to take another look at him. He was average height, slim but athletic looking with shoulder length brown hair, wearing dirty jeans and a shirt, and from what she could make out he looked kind of cute. But he could have looked like Groucho Marx for all she cared, because right now it seemed that she had a guardian angel after all.
'Need a hand?,' the stranger asked with a grin curling up one corner of his mouth.
She didn't get a chance to answer as the demon roared and came charging once again.