Desire 4/?
Title: Desire
Author: Aphrodite Roslin
Book or TV: TV (I'm afraid I haven't even begun to read the series. I know, I lose at life :D)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Bob's a ghost!
Disclaimer: Jim Butcher owns The Dresden Files. Harry owns my soul. Bob owns my heart.
Summary: Harry Dresden wanted a little hired help. What he got was a whole world of trouble, courtesy of one beautiful strange young woman. And this time, he's in way over his head. (Okay, yeah, the summary's kind of corny and nondescriptive, but give it a shot please. It's my first story ever written for this fandom! :D)
Author's Note: This chapter is only about half the size of its predecessors, but it's important nonetheless. The next chapter should be a lot thicker! Thanks everyone! :D
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
“Harry?” a soft voiced questioned through the fog in Dresden’s still sleeping mind. The wizard gave a small questioning moan in response, rolling over to face the direction in which the voice was coming from.
“Harry wake up,” the soft voice continued, but the tone was so soothing that it tempted the man to fall right back into dreamland.
“Dresden, open your eyes this instant!” the voice demanded harshly and considerably louder. Harry started awake, unprepared for the gruff command. Opening his eyes quickly, Dresden started again as he found himself face to face with a very troubled looking ghost.
“Jesus, Bob! You almost scared the piss outta me!” he sighed, letting his head fall back to the pillow. Remembering that he wasn’t suppose to be alone in his bed, Harry glanced curiously to the other side only to find it empty.
“Don’t let yourself feel too inadequate, she’s downstairs making you breakfast,” Bob answered his unspoken question hastily.
“What are you doing in my bedroom anyway?” Dresden questioned, a little edgy from the rude awakening, and more than a little nervous at being completely naked within a few feet from his mentor.
“My skull’s still in the backpack you dropped over there whilst you were so gracefully seducing Miss Bain,” Bob replied tersely, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone.
“Sorry about that, but she was the one who seduced me. I was just along for the ride,” Harry defended.
“Right, Harry, we really don’t have time for this,” Bob sounded very antsy for some reason which peeked the wizard’s curiosity.
“What’s gotten you so edgy?” he asked inquisitively.
“It’s about your newest toy,” Bob began.
“You finally ready to tell me why you’ve been acting so weird around Sera?” Harry pressed gently, not wanting to change his friend’s mind. Bob hesitated. “Who is she, Bob? Who does she look like? Why are you so scared of her?”
Bob opened his mouth to reply, but he was interrupted by Sera’s seemingly magical arrival into the room.
“Hey, boys! I trust we both had a nice night?” she smiled that smile of hers.
“Yes, wonderful. Thank you,” Harry replied with a stupid grin, almost instantly forgetting his conversation with Bob. Sera made her way over to the bed and placed the breakfast tray she held in her hands over Harry’s lap, sneaking a kiss in the process.
“Mm, when you’re finished, I’d make it a priority to brush those teeth,” she giggled. Harry blushed with embarrassment. Sera laughed again. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed! It’s a biological fact that you’re going to have bad breath in the morning. If I cared, I wouldn’t have kissed you. Now, eat up before it gets cold. And when you’re finished, I have the day all planned out for us.” Sera whispered her last sentence seductively in his ear before turning on her heels for the stairs.
Once she had gone, Harry snapped himself out of it and turned to continue his discussion with his ghost. However, Bob had already retreated back into his skull. Sighing at his missed opportunity, Harry picked up his fork and began eating.
“Come out, please,” a soft, feminine voice summoned Bob from his prison.
“Miss Bain,” he said with a hint of surprise in his voice. “A con artist and a thief. Impressive, if I do say so myself.”
“One has to know how to survive, but then you wouldn’t know anything about that would you ghost,” Sera smirked wickedly, her expression nothing like the sweet, kind faces she pulled for Harry. Bob ignored the jab.
“What do you want from us?” he questioned seriously, not liking the feeling this girl gave him.
“Cooperation,” she replied vaguely.
“To what end?”
“I came here with a purpose. You know this. Dresden is easy enough to distract from reality, but magical charm doesn’t work on the dead now does it?” the woman continued to speak as she fiddled with random objects lying about the office. Bob stood in place stoically, choosing not to answer until the situation was a bit clearer. “You were executed, damned, and enslaved once for trying to help someone you loved. Don’t make the same mistake twice.” Bob gave the appearance of shifting his weight, the potential meaning of the witch’s words chilling even him.
“What are you saying?” he asked slowly, a dangerous tone overtaking his voice.
“I’m saying that when the time comes for me to do what I came here to do, do not attempt to stop me. Harry Dresden isn’t worth your own destruction,” Bain’s tone had taken on a slightly different style. She seemed to be almost…begging him with her eyes. How strange. This certainly wasn’t normal behavior for a villain. Even so, her words were harsh, and they hit home hard.
“Do not endeavor to tell me what Harry Dresden is or is not worth, Miss Bain,” Bob began to advance on the young witch, who, even knowing full well that the ghost could do nothing to harm her, began backing away in time with his steps.
“If you try to save him, there will be nothing but darkness left for you. Your soul will be destroyed. There will be no afterlife, just unending nothingness,” Sera spoke in a threatening voice as she backed closer and closer to Harry’s once again untidy desk.
“That is a risk I am willing to take,” Bob told her as he continued his advance, anger still burning furiously somewhere within him. Sera stop her backward march as her butt met the desk with a painful thud.
“You would risk your total annihilation for one disorderly, mediocre, destitute, wanna be cop, nobody?” the witch questioned in disbelief. Bob’s only reply was his continued menacing glare. Sera let out a sound that could have just as easily been a laugh as a sigh before continuing.
“Fine,” the young woman said as she pushed herself off Harry’s desk, walking, nonchalantly, straight through Bob. “I was hoping we could avoid this, but you’ve made your choice. I’m sorry it came to this, but things have to be done, and I’m the only one that can do them. So, Bob, it’s been fun, but I’m afraid we won’t being seeing you again.”
Bob only had time to register a blinding flash of light before his world went dark. Sera smirked slightly as she made her way over to the necromancer’s skull, taking it gently in her hands so as to admire her handy work. Now that the only person who could stop her was out of the way, Harry Dresden was hers. Her master would be very pleased. Just one more and it’s over. One more soul and he would be satisfied. One more sacrifice and she would be free from this burden. Just one more.
Author: Aphrodite Roslin
Book or TV: TV (I'm afraid I haven't even begun to read the series. I know, I lose at life :D)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Bob's a ghost!
Disclaimer: Jim Butcher owns The Dresden Files. Harry owns my soul. Bob owns my heart.
Summary: Harry Dresden wanted a little hired help. What he got was a whole world of trouble, courtesy of one beautiful strange young woman. And this time, he's in way over his head. (Okay, yeah, the summary's kind of corny and nondescriptive, but give it a shot please. It's my first story ever written for this fandom! :D)
Author's Note: This chapter is only about half the size of its predecessors, but it's important nonetheless. The next chapter should be a lot thicker! Thanks everyone! :D
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
“Harry?” a soft voiced questioned through the fog in Dresden’s still sleeping mind. The wizard gave a small questioning moan in response, rolling over to face the direction in which the voice was coming from.
“Harry wake up,” the soft voice continued, but the tone was so soothing that it tempted the man to fall right back into dreamland.
“Dresden, open your eyes this instant!” the voice demanded harshly and considerably louder. Harry started awake, unprepared for the gruff command. Opening his eyes quickly, Dresden started again as he found himself face to face with a very troubled looking ghost.
“Jesus, Bob! You almost scared the piss outta me!” he sighed, letting his head fall back to the pillow. Remembering that he wasn’t suppose to be alone in his bed, Harry glanced curiously to the other side only to find it empty.
“Don’t let yourself feel too inadequate, she’s downstairs making you breakfast,” Bob answered his unspoken question hastily.
“What are you doing in my bedroom anyway?” Dresden questioned, a little edgy from the rude awakening, and more than a little nervous at being completely naked within a few feet from his mentor.
“My skull’s still in the backpack you dropped over there whilst you were so gracefully seducing Miss Bain,” Bob replied tersely, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone.
“Sorry about that, but she was the one who seduced me. I was just along for the ride,” Harry defended.
“Right, Harry, we really don’t have time for this,” Bob sounded very antsy for some reason which peeked the wizard’s curiosity.
“What’s gotten you so edgy?” he asked inquisitively.
“It’s about your newest toy,” Bob began.
“You finally ready to tell me why you’ve been acting so weird around Sera?” Harry pressed gently, not wanting to change his friend’s mind. Bob hesitated. “Who is she, Bob? Who does she look like? Why are you so scared of her?”
Bob opened his mouth to reply, but he was interrupted by Sera’s seemingly magical arrival into the room.
“Hey, boys! I trust we both had a nice night?” she smiled that smile of hers.
“Yes, wonderful. Thank you,” Harry replied with a stupid grin, almost instantly forgetting his conversation with Bob. Sera made her way over to the bed and placed the breakfast tray she held in her hands over Harry’s lap, sneaking a kiss in the process.
“Mm, when you’re finished, I’d make it a priority to brush those teeth,” she giggled. Harry blushed with embarrassment. Sera laughed again. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed! It’s a biological fact that you’re going to have bad breath in the morning. If I cared, I wouldn’t have kissed you. Now, eat up before it gets cold. And when you’re finished, I have the day all planned out for us.” Sera whispered her last sentence seductively in his ear before turning on her heels for the stairs.
Once she had gone, Harry snapped himself out of it and turned to continue his discussion with his ghost. However, Bob had already retreated back into his skull. Sighing at his missed opportunity, Harry picked up his fork and began eating.
“Come out, please,” a soft, feminine voice summoned Bob from his prison.
“Miss Bain,” he said with a hint of surprise in his voice. “A con artist and a thief. Impressive, if I do say so myself.”
“One has to know how to survive, but then you wouldn’t know anything about that would you ghost,” Sera smirked wickedly, her expression nothing like the sweet, kind faces she pulled for Harry. Bob ignored the jab.
“What do you want from us?” he questioned seriously, not liking the feeling this girl gave him.
“Cooperation,” she replied vaguely.
“To what end?”
“I came here with a purpose. You know this. Dresden is easy enough to distract from reality, but magical charm doesn’t work on the dead now does it?” the woman continued to speak as she fiddled with random objects lying about the office. Bob stood in place stoically, choosing not to answer until the situation was a bit clearer. “You were executed, damned, and enslaved once for trying to help someone you loved. Don’t make the same mistake twice.” Bob gave the appearance of shifting his weight, the potential meaning of the witch’s words chilling even him.
“What are you saying?” he asked slowly, a dangerous tone overtaking his voice.
“I’m saying that when the time comes for me to do what I came here to do, do not attempt to stop me. Harry Dresden isn’t worth your own destruction,” Bain’s tone had taken on a slightly different style. She seemed to be almost…begging him with her eyes. How strange. This certainly wasn’t normal behavior for a villain. Even so, her words were harsh, and they hit home hard.
“Do not endeavor to tell me what Harry Dresden is or is not worth, Miss Bain,” Bob began to advance on the young witch, who, even knowing full well that the ghost could do nothing to harm her, began backing away in time with his steps.
“If you try to save him, there will be nothing but darkness left for you. Your soul will be destroyed. There will be no afterlife, just unending nothingness,” Sera spoke in a threatening voice as she backed closer and closer to Harry’s once again untidy desk.
“That is a risk I am willing to take,” Bob told her as he continued his advance, anger still burning furiously somewhere within him. Sera stop her backward march as her butt met the desk with a painful thud.
“You would risk your total annihilation for one disorderly, mediocre, destitute, wanna be cop, nobody?” the witch questioned in disbelief. Bob’s only reply was his continued menacing glare. Sera let out a sound that could have just as easily been a laugh as a sigh before continuing.
“Fine,” the young woman said as she pushed herself off Harry’s desk, walking, nonchalantly, straight through Bob. “I was hoping we could avoid this, but you’ve made your choice. I’m sorry it came to this, but things have to be done, and I’m the only one that can do them. So, Bob, it’s been fun, but I’m afraid we won’t being seeing you again.”
Bob only had time to register a blinding flash of light before his world went dark. Sera smirked slightly as she made her way over to the necromancer’s skull, taking it gently in her hands so as to admire her handy work. Now that the only person who could stop her was out of the way, Harry Dresden was hers. Her master would be very pleased. Just one more and it’s over. One more soul and he would be satisfied. One more sacrifice and she would be free from this burden. Just one more.