New York, Saturday Fandom Time
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Raven teleported herself atop a building that overlooked her former friends, watching over them as they laid upon the ground, bodies thrashing as they fought against their darkest fears. She smiled and drank it all in, savoring their suffering. Soon they would be hers. Soon they would serve her father. ( Just as she did, they would have no choice. )
Raven teleported herself atop a building that overlooked her former friends, watching over them as they laid upon the ground, bodies thrashing as they fought against their darkest fears. She smiled and drank it all in, savoring their suffering. Soon they would be hers. Soon they would serve her father. ( Just as she did, they would have no choice. )
That day, when she'd lost control, and he'd tried to stop her -- he'd tried so hard, freezing her hands, pleading with her, begging her to come back. His ice and his love hadn't been enough to call her home, back to human weakness, to fragility. She'd stepped over his prone body, and she had stopped being human.
When Niall had passed, she'd inherited to rule, taking more power from the fae realm, and from her relatives, who were more than willing to do her bidding. She was a tyrant, inspiring fear and obedience with every glance. Every fairy in her queendom followed her orders to the letter, and every human she bothered with was her plaything. She spent her days in the sun, not enjoying it as she used to but hunting.
At night, she twisted minds, laughing as they pleaded to be let free. Hadn't she wanted to go free? Hadn't she just wanted a normal life? This was better. This was stronger. No one would break her now.
Her alliance with Eric had been an uneasy one, the camaraderie of their old days replaced by an understanding of hierarchy. Bill had been one of her first conquests: she'd shocked him until he was paralyzed, then set what was left of him on fire. With him, she burned the vestiges of her innocence, her life before.
Now, though, she waited. Her wings stretched out behind her, purple and skeletal and regal, and electricity danced along her arms as she stood here in the woods behind her old house. She knew, somehow, what was coming.
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Sookie -- the human child of seventeen, transported into her own mind by Raven -- stepped out of the shadow of a tree, looking around at her home. The house had fallen to ruin, and it was obvious no one had lived here for years. She reached out with her mind, encountering the tingle of another telepath. "Who's there?" Her hands lit up, fear igniting them.
"Oh, Sookie." The voice that came was raspy, sweet as honey, and it sent a shiver down Sookie's spine. The fairy queen moved from the shadows, looking over at her as Sookie stumbled in her shock. She was barefoot, her gown draped over curves wantonly. The silk and lace that skimmed the forest floor was black, the texture that of rotted moss. Her hair streamed down over her shoulders, curling and wild, and her eyes were wider and darker than Sookie's had ever been. Behind her curved up a pair of wings, black bone with pale purple membranes stretched across. Upon her gold tangles sat a crown of knotted twigs and brambles.
She smiled her twisted smile.
"No!" Sookie screamed. "No, I -- stay the fuck away from me!"
"I am you, silly girl," the queen replied, arching a perfect brow as violet electricity coursed up her arms, flickering through her hair. "I'm better. I embraced what we are."
"No," Sookie repeated firmly, sending a bolt of energy at the creature that looked and sounded like her, but terrified her to the core of her being. "No, you aren't me!"
The queen just laughed as the bolt hit her, sending out a shock in return strong enough to send the girl reeling. "I'm you. I'm us. We're better this way. Stop letting them stand in your way, Sookie."
"No!" she screamed, sending another bolt out, one from either hand. The queen countered by shocking her in her pulse points, through her brain, laughing all the while.
As Sookie crumpled to one knee, she tried feebly to return to her feet. "Stop," the queen said softly, coming to stand before her. Her wings arched out over them, the whisper-thin membrane translucent in the moonlight. "It's useless." She smiled down at Sookie, not unkindly. "Just stop trying to fight me. Let me in. We're so much better, without all those people trying to keep me weak."
"Keep me sane," Sookie ground out, howling as the queen sent another shock coursing through her.
"What a small price," she drawled, giggling as the girl on the ground spasmed. She reached out one cold hand, gripping Sookie's face. "Kneel before the queen," she ordered softly, and for a moment, she embraced the true fae form, glowing an absolute white before returning to dark. "And recognize our power."
Sookie spat in her face.
The last thing she remembered, before the queen took hold, was the cruel, soft, saccharine whisper. "We killed them. Everyone who stood in our way. Bobby. Jason. Bill. The others won't take my invitations anymore. They say I'm evil, that I'm crazy. They're jealous, and afraid. They were never your friends. They never loved you. They wanted your power for their own, because they feared us." She saw flashes of their bodies, laid out before her, a possible future she had kept locked away in the most terrified part of herself.
And then another shock shot through her, and won. The girl crumbled, and the fairy queen smiled.
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