Off to See the Wizard 08
Title: Off to See the Wizard
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
"Yeah, Anita can have that effect on people," Jason said, then cringed at the look Jean-Claude gave him.
Jean-Claude looked to Oz, raising a censoring brow. "There are some things you failed to tell me about yourself, mon ami, and that concerns me." There was added emphasis on the "my friend," as though he was questioning the reality of it. "What else are you hiding?"
Oz clutched the front of the jacket and seemed relieved that it reached mid-thigh. "That's about the gist of it. Displaced resident of an alternate reality and werewolf. There's not much more to me than that and playing guitar."
There was a rushing, throbbing sound that reverberated through the whole ballroom like thunder in a bottle. There were screams and a mad scramble to get out of the way as a brightly backlit sickly yellow portal opened in the middle of the room.
A figure stepped through with a nearly chilling implacability. It looked as though it were walking down a long tunnel, growing larger with each step until it came clear as a normal sized woman, red hair whipping around her head in a metaphysical breeze.
"I think I mentioned that my ex-girlfriend was a witch, right?" Oz asked. "A kinda powerful one."
Jason watched as the woman stepped out of the portal and turned to face it, throwing her arms up commandingly. Her voice echoed deep, so loud that Jason covered his ears at the pain of it, unable to make out what she said, though he thought it might have been in another language.
At her command, the ragged edges around the portal smoothed into beautiful concentric circles and the color turned to azure blue.
And through the portal came others, a man and two women all carrying duffel bags and what looked like swords. They walked between worlds as though it were an everyday thing, their strides unbroken as they stepped from one reality to the next.
The redhead turned, her eyes zeroing in on Oz. She was more cute than beautiful, with the kind of face that was built more for smiles than frowns. Right now, with her eyes solid black, Jason was experiencing some definite terror chills.
"I got worried about you, Oz," she said. "We're here to take you home."
* * *
Seeping through the darkest places, filling the emptiness and claiming ownership of the Shell. It was a process that usually took hours, days, some timeless bit of eternity where patience was better than speed.
But the Slayer and the Witch were here. It... she could sense them on the periphery of her consciousness. The old foes come to play again.
She had been weakened for so long, just waiting for the chance to slide back into the corporeal world, but right now with this powerful new Shell, she was ready.
Ready for Round Three.
Author: Feygan
Fandom: BtVS/Anita Blake
"Yeah, Anita can have that effect on people," Jason said, then cringed at the look Jean-Claude gave him.
Jean-Claude looked to Oz, raising a censoring brow. "There are some things you failed to tell me about yourself, mon ami, and that concerns me." There was added emphasis on the "my friend," as though he was questioning the reality of it. "What else are you hiding?"
Oz clutched the front of the jacket and seemed relieved that it reached mid-thigh. "That's about the gist of it. Displaced resident of an alternate reality and werewolf. There's not much more to me than that and playing guitar."
There was a rushing, throbbing sound that reverberated through the whole ballroom like thunder in a bottle. There were screams and a mad scramble to get out of the way as a brightly backlit sickly yellow portal opened in the middle of the room.
A figure stepped through with a nearly chilling implacability. It looked as though it were walking down a long tunnel, growing larger with each step until it came clear as a normal sized woman, red hair whipping around her head in a metaphysical breeze.
"I think I mentioned that my ex-girlfriend was a witch, right?" Oz asked. "A kinda powerful one."
Jason watched as the woman stepped out of the portal and turned to face it, throwing her arms up commandingly. Her voice echoed deep, so loud that Jason covered his ears at the pain of it, unable to make out what she said, though he thought it might have been in another language.
At her command, the ragged edges around the portal smoothed into beautiful concentric circles and the color turned to azure blue.
And through the portal came others, a man and two women all carrying duffel bags and what looked like swords. They walked between worlds as though it were an everyday thing, their strides unbroken as they stepped from one reality to the next.
The redhead turned, her eyes zeroing in on Oz. She was more cute than beautiful, with the kind of face that was built more for smiles than frowns. Right now, with her eyes solid black, Jason was experiencing some definite terror chills.
"I got worried about you, Oz," she said. "We're here to take you home."
* * *
Seeping through the darkest places, filling the emptiness and claiming ownership of the Shell. It was a process that usually took hours, days, some timeless bit of eternity where patience was better than speed.
But the Slayer and the Witch were here. It... she could sense them on the periphery of her consciousness. The old foes come to play again.
She had been weakened for so long, just waiting for the chance to slide back into the corporeal world, but right now with this powerful new Shell, she was ready.
Ready for Round Three.