multi-gen bingo fills
everything casts a shadow // tvd, caroline + katherine (set S5, spoilers if you haven't seen the season // for multi_genfic;s bingo and the fill "scene shift" I'm not sure I understood this one properly but this was my interpretation.
The door opens and closes quietly, followed by silent footsteps that only can come from a vampire. Katherine knows she mastered them a long time ago.
She opens her eyes expecting to see long brown hair and her own face staring back at her. Instead she was met with blonde hair and blue eyes staring down at her.
Caroline stood by her bedside for a moment, wringing her hands together, and Katherine wants to groan.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
“I…know were not friends,” Caroline says, “And we’ll never get to that place where a hundred years from now I can joke about you smothering me with a pillow. But…I thought you shouldn’t be alone.”
Caroline took another step forward, pausing before sitting on the side of the bed.
“Stefan’s already said his goodbyes and Damon…I won’t let him get into your head again. You might be a bitch but you don’t deserve that.”
“Really?” Katherine asks, “Saint Barbie thinks that I’m too good to be tortured by Damon. Is my death really ending the world?”
“Well it’s certainly not hurting your ego.”
Caroline seems to regret saying it as soon as the words were out of her mouth and looks away. Katherine concentrates on breathing in and out over and over again.
This body would die, she knew that.
She also knew she wasn’t ready to die yet.
“I…Klaus was here.” Caroline says, “He wanted…well he’s Klaus, I’m sure you can guess what he wanted, but I made sure he stayed away too. Convinced him…Whatever happens, you don’t have to worry about him or Damon or anyone else. You’ll at least get…peace I guess, in the end. Or something like it.”
Caroline, had convinced Klaus to go away? All on her own? She had made him leave, the man who offered only ugly death to leave Katerina in peace.
“Peace.” She repeats.
“Hey, it’s your last hurrah, right? You should get that.”
Her last hurrah, huh?
Her last hurrah as Katherine Pierce, as Katerina Petrova.
But maybe-
Caroline had batted her little eyelashes and gotten Klaus to leave. She had heard the talk, it wasn’t the first time she had swayed the Original to their side.
And Stefan…Stefan had taken her under his wing. Made her into some odd mixture of mentee, best friend, and Lexi almost. Made her into everything he wanted to be. She was so special, so very special to him.
And she meant too much to Elena for Damon to even think of hurting her now.
“I’m sorry,” Caroline broke the silence, “I know I shouldn’t be, but I am.”
Katherine laughs a little at that, until it turns into coughs. But she smiles as blood touches her lips.
“Caroline Forbes…whoever thought it would be you?”
“You mean with you now?”
Katherine smirks.
She reaches out, her hands grabbing Caroline strongly as she utters the words Nadia had taught her. Caroline tries to fight Katherine of course, but the magic is too strong and she had surprise on her side.
Caroline was too kind, too naïve to see that Katherine was still a threat even on her death bed.
She slumped, falling to the floor, her hair fanning out below her and Katherine’s eyes finally fluttered shut for the last time.
Caroline, Katherine had always thought, was like poetry in the making.
dig up her bones but leave the soul alone // btvs post canon, dawn (others mentioned), post-S7/canon // for the multi_genfic bingo fill for "focus on an object", in this case its the watcher's diaries
The Watcher’s diaries had been assigned to her as part of her studies.
To be a Watcher, one had to be skilled in many things; ancient languages, translating, prophecies, fighting techniques, and of course history.
The Watcher’s Diaries were filled with history.
Of Slayers of the past, of vampires and demons, prophesizes that had come to pass and those that had been stopped.
Ferocious battles, battles that had left whole villages and thousands dead. Battles that had been much smaller but always fierce. There was nothing easy, nothing without danger.
Hellmouths around the world, each trying to find a way to open up. Those who tried to make it possible.
Different dimensions, some even visited by the Watchers or Slayers they talked about, that had written the books.
There were no Slayer diaries of course, though Dawn thought there should be, something to pass down to other generations. Instead it was the Watcher’s job to record what had happened, to imprint the personality and abilities of their individual Slayers into words.
The words changed over time of course. The languages too, which is why she learned them first.
(Dawn, special as she was, was put in charge of translating them all, but that would come later. After she had learned more.)
The words changed and the languages changed and the Watcher’s changed, once there was only sixth months between one. The writing changed in each one, often precise and careful, and then hurried, rushed, and cramped, as though time was almost up.
It probably was. Or they thought it was.
(Giles diaries were not among the ones she or the others had access to. She could only imagine the times his writing had changed, had rushed across the pages, as Buffy tried to stop the end of the world. Again.)
Dawn turned each page carefully as though she thought they would break, ran her fingers over words that seemed familiar though she had never met the people who had written them. (Never met the people they had written about.)
She learns things.
Like she was supposed to.
Mostly though, she learns that all Watcher diaries are left unfinished.
They talk of epic battles to come or maybe just an ordinary day of training and then-
Nothing.
Dawn knows what this means,
A Slayer had died.
That was the ending of each and every diary, though it never says it.
A tear hits the page she was reading-
it’s unfinished, written in cramped writing and there is blood on the page
-only the magic protecting them kept it from destroying the old pages.
Dawn was strong, she had lived through the death of her mother, of her sister (twice), Tara, but in the end it didn’t seem to matter. Because she knew, she knew why Giles’ diaries were not with the rest.
His wasn’t finish done yet.
It couldn’t be.
Buffy was still alive.
it had to be zombies // haven, audrey, duke, nathan // non-graphic violence, takes places post S5A // for the multi_genfic bingo fill for "in media res"
Duke swung his machete, knocking off another zombie’s head.
The good thing about this all was that zombies really were slow and stupid in their strange little universe. Duke hoped that wasn’t just a Haven thing. You know, in case that whole Zombie apocalypse thing came true.
Because really, would he even be surprised if it did? For all he knew this was the damn start of it.
A trouble releasing zombie’s on to the earth and multiplying every time one died.
Duke looked back at Audrey and Nathan, they had formed a semi-circle when the attack started, each of them with a machete that Duke provided. Though Audrey was much more at ease with it than Nathan seemed to be.
Audrey decapitated two with one swing and they fell to the ground.
Finally giving up on his machete, Nathan threw it at the nearest one, pulling out his gun and shooting each of them in the head.
Apparently that worked too.
Duke wondered if that was just a guess on Nathan’s part or they had discovered it before he found them.
“Seriously?” Nathan swung around, gun still in his hand as he looked for more danger. “Zombies? You had to create zombies.”
“Hey, I did not create them okay? A trouble did. A trouble I did not activate. Somebody else did and is taking it out on us.”
“I’m more curious about why you have so many machetes,” Audrey said. “Were you planning for a zombie apocalypse?”
“As long as it’s legal, you don’t get to know what kind of arsenal I have.” Duke told her with a small grin.
She sent a small smile back.
“Seriously though, zombies.” Nathan repeated.
“I DIDN’T DO IT.” Duke repeated back at him, “Ask Audrey, it was the…witch person inside of her that created all these troubles in the first place.”
“Sorry,” Audrey shrugged, “I have five hundred years of lifetimes tunneling into my head, it’s all hard to decipher.”
“Still I feel like I shouldn’t be the only one yelled at.” Duke said, glancing at Nathan, “You could at least curse Mara to the heavens or something. Curse Haven for being…Haven.”
“I, as always, prefer yelling at you.” Nathan told him.
“Uh, not to break up the lovefest, guys,” Audrey said looking around them, slowly returning to battle pose. “But there regenerating again and we still haven't made it back to the car.”
“Great, that’s just great.” Duke mumbled turning back to his positon and zombies.
The ones in front of him were convulsing, meaning soon there would be duplicates and duplicates of them. Put one down, wake up two more.
It was like an evil math problem.
There was a noise behind him, to his left, and then a gun shot rang out.
“I know I say it a lot, but I really do hate you, Duke.”
Duke cut off the head of the nearest zombie.
“Oh come on, you know you secretly love me and the adventure I bring to your life.”
“I’m a cop, in Haven,” He replied, “Didn’t know I needed more adventure.”
“Oh, come on, Nathan,” Audrey said, and you could practically hear the grin in her voice, “You know you love it.”
And then she beheaded three zombies at once.
Duke already knew better than to piss Audrey off. But now he could add ‘give Audrey a machete’ to the list of the things he knew that he shouldn’t do except in case of emergency.
Which was what a mini-zombie apocalypse was.
The door opens and closes quietly, followed by silent footsteps that only can come from a vampire. Katherine knows she mastered them a long time ago.
She opens her eyes expecting to see long brown hair and her own face staring back at her. Instead she was met with blonde hair and blue eyes staring down at her.
Caroline stood by her bedside for a moment, wringing her hands together, and Katherine wants to groan.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
“I…know were not friends,” Caroline says, “And we’ll never get to that place where a hundred years from now I can joke about you smothering me with a pillow. But…I thought you shouldn’t be alone.”
Caroline took another step forward, pausing before sitting on the side of the bed.
“Stefan’s already said his goodbyes and Damon…I won’t let him get into your head again. You might be a bitch but you don’t deserve that.”
“Really?” Katherine asks, “Saint Barbie thinks that I’m too good to be tortured by Damon. Is my death really ending the world?”
“Well it’s certainly not hurting your ego.”
Caroline seems to regret saying it as soon as the words were out of her mouth and looks away. Katherine concentrates on breathing in and out over and over again.
This body would die, she knew that.
She also knew she wasn’t ready to die yet.
“I…Klaus was here.” Caroline says, “He wanted…well he’s Klaus, I’m sure you can guess what he wanted, but I made sure he stayed away too. Convinced him…Whatever happens, you don’t have to worry about him or Damon or anyone else. You’ll at least get…peace I guess, in the end. Or something like it.”
Caroline, had convinced Klaus to go away? All on her own? She had made him leave, the man who offered only ugly death to leave Katerina in peace.
“Peace.” She repeats.
“Hey, it’s your last hurrah, right? You should get that.”
Her last hurrah, huh?
Her last hurrah as Katherine Pierce, as Katerina Petrova.
But maybe-
Caroline had batted her little eyelashes and gotten Klaus to leave. She had heard the talk, it wasn’t the first time she had swayed the Original to their side.
And Stefan…Stefan had taken her under his wing. Made her into some odd mixture of mentee, best friend, and Lexi almost. Made her into everything he wanted to be. She was so special, so very special to him.
And she meant too much to Elena for Damon to even think of hurting her now.
“I’m sorry,” Caroline broke the silence, “I know I shouldn’t be, but I am.”
Katherine laughs a little at that, until it turns into coughs. But she smiles as blood touches her lips.
“Caroline Forbes…whoever thought it would be you?”
“You mean with you now?”
Katherine smirks.
She reaches out, her hands grabbing Caroline strongly as she utters the words Nadia had taught her. Caroline tries to fight Katherine of course, but the magic is too strong and she had surprise on her side.
Caroline was too kind, too naïve to see that Katherine was still a threat even on her death bed.
She slumped, falling to the floor, her hair fanning out below her and Katherine’s eyes finally fluttered shut for the last time.
Caroline, Katherine had always thought, was like poetry in the making.
dig up her bones but leave the soul alone // btvs post canon, dawn (others mentioned), post-S7/canon // for the multi_genfic bingo fill for "focus on an object", in this case its the watcher's diaries
The Watcher’s diaries had been assigned to her as part of her studies.
To be a Watcher, one had to be skilled in many things; ancient languages, translating, prophecies, fighting techniques, and of course history.
The Watcher’s Diaries were filled with history.
Of Slayers of the past, of vampires and demons, prophesizes that had come to pass and those that had been stopped.
Ferocious battles, battles that had left whole villages and thousands dead. Battles that had been much smaller but always fierce. There was nothing easy, nothing without danger.
Hellmouths around the world, each trying to find a way to open up. Those who tried to make it possible.
Different dimensions, some even visited by the Watchers or Slayers they talked about, that had written the books.
There were no Slayer diaries of course, though Dawn thought there should be, something to pass down to other generations. Instead it was the Watcher’s job to record what had happened, to imprint the personality and abilities of their individual Slayers into words.
The words changed over time of course. The languages too, which is why she learned them first.
(Dawn, special as she was, was put in charge of translating them all, but that would come later. After she had learned more.)
The words changed and the languages changed and the Watcher’s changed, once there was only sixth months between one. The writing changed in each one, often precise and careful, and then hurried, rushed, and cramped, as though time was almost up.
It probably was. Or they thought it was.
(Giles diaries were not among the ones she or the others had access to. She could only imagine the times his writing had changed, had rushed across the pages, as Buffy tried to stop the end of the world. Again.)
Dawn turned each page carefully as though she thought they would break, ran her fingers over words that seemed familiar though she had never met the people who had written them. (Never met the people they had written about.)
She learns things.
Like she was supposed to.
Mostly though, she learns that all Watcher diaries are left unfinished.
They talk of epic battles to come or maybe just an ordinary day of training and then-
Nothing.
Dawn knows what this means,
A Slayer had died.
That was the ending of each and every diary, though it never says it.
A tear hits the page she was reading-
it’s unfinished, written in cramped writing and there is blood on the page
-only the magic protecting them kept it from destroying the old pages.
Dawn was strong, she had lived through the death of her mother, of her sister (twice), Tara, but in the end it didn’t seem to matter. Because she knew, she knew why Giles’ diaries were not with the rest.
His wasn’t finish done yet.
It couldn’t be.
Buffy was still alive.
it had to be zombies // haven, audrey, duke, nathan // non-graphic violence, takes places post S5A // for the multi_genfic bingo fill for "in media res"
Duke swung his machete, knocking off another zombie’s head.
The good thing about this all was that zombies really were slow and stupid in their strange little universe. Duke hoped that wasn’t just a Haven thing. You know, in case that whole Zombie apocalypse thing came true.
Because really, would he even be surprised if it did? For all he knew this was the damn start of it.
A trouble releasing zombie’s on to the earth and multiplying every time one died.
Duke looked back at Audrey and Nathan, they had formed a semi-circle when the attack started, each of them with a machete that Duke provided. Though Audrey was much more at ease with it than Nathan seemed to be.
Audrey decapitated two with one swing and they fell to the ground.
Finally giving up on his machete, Nathan threw it at the nearest one, pulling out his gun and shooting each of them in the head.
Apparently that worked too.
Duke wondered if that was just a guess on Nathan’s part or they had discovered it before he found them.
“Seriously?” Nathan swung around, gun still in his hand as he looked for more danger. “Zombies? You had to create zombies.”
“Hey, I did not create them okay? A trouble did. A trouble I did not activate. Somebody else did and is taking it out on us.”
“I’m more curious about why you have so many machetes,” Audrey said. “Were you planning for a zombie apocalypse?”
“As long as it’s legal, you don’t get to know what kind of arsenal I have.” Duke told her with a small grin.
She sent a small smile back.
“Seriously though, zombies.” Nathan repeated.
“I DIDN’T DO IT.” Duke repeated back at him, “Ask Audrey, it was the…witch person inside of her that created all these troubles in the first place.”
“Sorry,” Audrey shrugged, “I have five hundred years of lifetimes tunneling into my head, it’s all hard to decipher.”
“Still I feel like I shouldn’t be the only one yelled at.” Duke said, glancing at Nathan, “You could at least curse Mara to the heavens or something. Curse Haven for being…Haven.”
“I, as always, prefer yelling at you.” Nathan told him.
“Uh, not to break up the lovefest, guys,” Audrey said looking around them, slowly returning to battle pose. “But there regenerating again and we still haven't made it back to the car.”
“Great, that’s just great.” Duke mumbled turning back to his positon and zombies.
The ones in front of him were convulsing, meaning soon there would be duplicates and duplicates of them. Put one down, wake up two more.
It was like an evil math problem.
There was a noise behind him, to his left, and then a gun shot rang out.
“I know I say it a lot, but I really do hate you, Duke.”
Duke cut off the head of the nearest zombie.
“Oh come on, you know you secretly love me and the adventure I bring to your life.”
“I’m a cop, in Haven,” He replied, “Didn’t know I needed more adventure.”
“Oh, come on, Nathan,” Audrey said, and you could practically hear the grin in her voice, “You know you love it.”
And then she beheaded three zombies at once.
Duke already knew better than to piss Audrey off. But now he could add ‘give Audrey a machete’ to the list of the things he knew that he shouldn’t do except in case of emergency.
Which was what a mini-zombie apocalypse was.