sixthiteration | Test Drive 19

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Prompts

July is going to be wet and wild, villagers. Keep an eye to the sky and hold onto your hats!

SAVING FACE - Look at you, trying to save that goat or dog or ZALPACA that's gotten stranded in a particularly nasty storm! You're a regular hero, trudging up that cliffside or swiming across that creek! Unfortunately, the sky didn't get the memo about your heroics, and it's just opened up even more. Finishing this job just got a heck of a lot worse. Good thing someone else just showed up to help both you and your animal pal. You hope. It's possible they're just there to laugh at you.

PANTS ON FIRE - You know what's great? When the storm breaks, the skies start to clear and everything looks sunny again. You know what's not? When the weather pushes the LYING MIST down from the mountainside while you're out trying to clean up. Hope you don't have any whoppers you're trying to keep secret!

SINK OR SWIM - The days when it's not storming are just beautiful, and the village river is running high. There are spots out of the current that are perfect for a cool dip or lounging on the shore, but take care you don't go out too far and get swept away. Oh, and watch out for the RAINBOW CRABS, those claws are sharp.

WILDCARD - Choose your own adventure. Maybe play powers roulette.

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She decided to take it at face value. But there was still something eating at her. She supposed she was just using her Kindred brain. A habit she seriously needed to break, if she was going to stay sane.

Or alive.

At any rate, she pushed her doubts to a dark corner of her mind.

"Uh, no. Originally from Chicago. Well, Lake Forest, which is only about 45 minutes north. Spent a little bit of time in Arizona before moving out west but...Stanford, huh?" She gave a low, appreciative whistle. "Nice. I remember looking at it for grad school but...life had a way of happening."

Or, you know, unlife.

She was pretty sharp, but for now he would rather just leave it at that. He had enough of a worry wart complex thinking about Hell breaking loose and his brother in the cross fire because something happened to where he some how, some way ended up not in that Cage with Lucifer.

" Sounds like you got to get around your self." he said " Ha, yeah, I get that. Life happening is why I didn't graduate." She was pretty easy to talk to, it was really nice. He'd been pretty much like a long tailed cat in a rocking chair factory since his arrival here. Still on guard on the inside, but for what this was, it was nice.

"Hey, a fellow dropout," she said, affecting a grin. "We could start a club. We've already got a name for it: Sam's Club." A pause. "Except for the fact that Sam's Club is run by a fascist organization that abuses its employees. At least in my universe, anyway."

There seemed to be plenty of universal constants. George Washington. Star Wars. The Cubs sucking.

Still, she didn't like to assume.

"What were you studying?"

" Ayup. Totally bailed senior year." there was another chuckle from him. " I feel like we should fist bump or something." and more of a smile. " Yeah, pretty much the same in my world. Maybe we should name it 'the crap happens club' never know who is waiting to sue for rights after all."

Well, not that Sam here knows but at least the Cub do get a World Series win...in site of the goat curse. He as also noticing the similarities, maybe some how they came from the same world...no...normal teeth...vampire. It was pretty interesting to say the least.

" Oh.. Law. How about you?"

The crap happens club.

That was a hashtag truth.

Sam wrinkled her nose a little at law. Her parents probably would have loved it if she took that path, as much as they'd been pushing for pre-med. "Biology," she said. "And a double in Art History, with a minor in Art-Art. I was hoping to go to grad school for genetics. Get a job in a lab. Crack all the secrets of deoxyribonucleic acid. Become the youngest winner of a Nobel. No biggie."

She was pretty sure vampires were ineligible.

And also, there probably was no Nobel committee left, any more.

"Very useful skills for this clown rodeo," she said, making a vague gesture to the river and the town beyond it.

It certainly was, maybe someday it would be upgraded to the crap happens ....sometimes club, not that he was going to hold his breath for that....ever.

" I don't know majors like that sound like the making of a fresh new upcoming artist. Dude, I'd be proud of my kid." he said " Creative with brains too. sounds Nobel worthy to me." he was trying not to seem like the awkward turtle here, not that he would be very effective because..the moose was pretty awkward out of his element.

It was awkward. But more in the amusing sort of way, less in the get-into-my-van-with-no-windows-or-doors kind of way.

Actually, talking with him was a little like talking to Avery. Fucking Avery. Admittedly, the references were updated. But there was just this sense of massive...uncomfortable, writhing beneath the skin.

Fuck knew why. With a face like that, he had no reason to be awkward, like, ever. But that might have been her LA brain talking.

"I think they were," she said, realizing a second too late that she'd used the past tense. For all she knew it was true. But it still stung.

Well, with his track record with pretty much anything female it was easy to be pretty awkward. Sam also doesn't have much of an go, he left that part up to Dean, his ego was big enough for the both of them.

Ah, she'd lost her parents too. He chanced bringing his hand up lightly placing his finger tips on her shoulder, sure he didn't know her but, he was still not awkward enough to recognize pain, " Hey...if you think they were, they probably were more than just proud of you."

Kindred were not huge touchers, as a rule. But Sam was kind of a rebel beyond her hair. She loved touched. She craved it, in fact. More than once, she'd embarrassed every member of her clan by throwing herself across a room to give Avery a big hug. He was as close as she came to family and she needed that.

All the same, she was a little surprised.

Just...not unpleasantly so.

She glanced down at his hand for a second, then looked up, forcing a smile. "Probably," she agreed. And she did mean it.

And there was that awkward half laugh as he drew his hand back " Sorry." he said quickly. It was real easy to forget that in this sort of place, just like home people might not really want to be touched, no matter how innocent it may be.

Shifting a bit and looking toward the sky. " So, uh.. does the sun bother you? I mean we could go talk inside some where."

She laughed a little. "That whole 'vampires go fizzle-pop in sunlight' thing is a little more complicated than Anne Rice would lead you to believe," she said. And, as she turned her face to the sun like a sunflower, she had to admit, it was a little more complicated than any vampire had ever let her to believe.

But that was okay. Complicated was...

Complicated was very, very human.

And she liked feeling human.

"But going inside is probably a good idea. It gets fucking hot around this time."

He brought his hands up, with a little bit of a grin " Well, things are different here." he said. In his experience vampires of his world could tolerate sunlight in short bursts and it was not really a favorite activity when they did. " but...most vampire lore is complete crap anyway." he said with a shrug.

" Lead the way. I have about had my quota of heat for the day." he spoke waving his hand toward the path leading up toward town.

Her eyebrows shot up. "Vampire lore?" she repeated.

Two immediate possibilities came to mind. Either he had been one of those teenagers back in the day who hung out around Hot Topic and wore black mascara, referring to himself as one of the 'children of the night' or, again, there was something as fucked up about his world as her own.

She wasn't sure which one to root for.

But she started walking, following the bank of the river, flexing her fingers experimentally.

If she exists, which she clearly does, he was figuring that her world must have similar creatures that go bump in the night. He wasn't so sure on the reception of people that did work like he and his brother,,, which was hunting the creatures.

" Yeah, I mean a lot of it came from some bored writer who decided to make up a story after all, right?" he followed behind her keeping a respectable distance, but not too far.

"Varney the Vampire," she said. "James Malcolm Rymer and Thomas Peckett Prest." Karen had made her read it, mostly to demonstrate the long-lasting impact of Masquerade breaches and how dangerous they could be to her continued existence. Such that it was. "At least in my world. Followed by Dracula, which, from what I hear, was definitely based on a real vampire." Supposedly the founder of the Ordo Dracul. And supposedly nothing like Bram Stoker made him out to be.

But close enough to be recognized.

She reached out, holding her hand over the surface of the river. Her reflection waved back. "For what it's worth, I got a reflection. And, you know, a moral compass."

And it usually even pointed north.

Give or take a few...mistakes.

Mistakes. Sam felt like he had written the book on those lately. " Loosely at best I would wager." he said " So you read a lot or were you just learning things?"

There was a chuckle from him ." I wouldn't use a moral compass as an argument, most humans are questionable on theirs." he'd really seen the best and the worst of humans and other creatures alike in his time out there in the world. He caught up to her and dipped his hand in the water disturbing the reflection on the river, bringing his hand up and flicking water from his finger tips at her. " You don't seem to melt with water either." he said chuckling. " O maybe that is crap witch lore?"

Sam smirked. "I'm pretty sure that doesn't even qualify as witch lore. Maybe MGM Studios lore." Avery, of course, had a whole file cabinet on his theories around witches, but in the short while that she'd known about the world of darkness, she'd seen no evidence whatsoever that they existed. And more importantly, neither had Avery. And he'd been at this shit a lot longer.

Fuck. Why did her brain keep coming back around to him? She was pissed at him. Furious. And he wasn't even here for a punch in the face.

She sighed softly. "You're right about the moral compass thing though, I guess. Sometimes, people just fucking suck."

There was a crooked smile and an amused exhale of air as he half laughed. " Pretty much the same thing." he said. In his world witches did exist, and he'd dealt with more than just a few... and their hex bags and all of that fancy stuff they bring.

He really was getting to like this lady here. Vampire or not she seemed to be cool. Not really like anyone he'd met before, except maybe a shade or two of Jo.

He frowned " More times than not sadly people just suck." he cleared his throat, " So, uh how long have you been stuck here?"

She rolled her eyes up to the sky, doing the mental math, before arriving at the incredibly depressing answer. "About fourteen months," she said. Her birthday had come and gone. No one had noticed. But at least she'd been human at the time, and able to treat herself to more than one drink that night.

Ralfing never felt so good.

"It can get a little rough trying to keep track of time here," she murmured. "I mean, between the bouts of oh-no-oh-no-oh-the-horror-why we have a lot of...downtime." The days felt the same. They melted into each other, so alike that it felt like Groundhog Day.

Minus the music.

Fourteen months...he'd not been here that long, no where near it, but some how the idea of being away that long, not knowing what happened back home..not knowing if his brother was alright, he paled quite a bit. At least in the cage he would now for sure that Lucifer and Michal were contained. His stomach knotted and for a second he felt like he was going to...ralf.

" Ha.. yeah I guess I could see that" he said trying to calm himself down. It was the worst feeling, knowing something horrible could have happened, not being able to know for sure...and being able to do absolutely nothing about it.

Sam gave him a sideways glance. It was a depressing thing to say. And apparently equally depressing to hear. She considered apologizing to him, but then realized that was fucking stupid. Why the hell would she apologize for telling him the truth? It sucked, but that was that.

Still, she felt kind of bad.

For some reason, she had a talent for saying the wrong thing. Pretty much constantly.

At least this time she hadn't been actively trying.

"It is what it is."

Well with that knack for saying the wrong thing she also could say the right thing, it felt like even as small as the phrase was, it could be applied to both sources of his headache." You're right" he said nodding and smiling a bit thinly. Sorry. It has to be hard for you too. am sure you left things behind too when you got picked...or however this thing works here."

He'd just have to do what he could, and really hope that Dean was off some where living that apple pie life. Just like Sam had wanted him to do.

Sadly, he was very, very wrong. Sam had, quite literally, nothing to go back to now. Not after what Avery had done to her. She was still upset about it, still regretting the mistake of looking him in the eyes...

"One of my guys is going to be waiting two blocks away, at the corner of Madison and Amelia. Sam, I want you to listen to me very carefully."

Startled by the urgency in his tone, Sam's eyes met Avery's.

And that was her big mistake.

It was hard to describe the way it felt. The best she could come up with was a sense of tiny, invisible fish hooks shooting out of his eyes and going directly into hers, latching onto the tissue of her brain. It was more than just her brain. It was her Self. It didn't hurt. But it wasn't pleasant either. And she couldn't squirm free.

Vaguely, she was aware of Avery talking again. His voice sounded far-away and cottony. "If I die in this attempt, I need you to drop everything and run for that truck to save yourself. Don't look back. Don't try to save me or anyone else. Just escape."

For some reason, that sounded like a very good idea. She nodded absently.

She shook her head, snapping herself back to the present. "Well," she said dryly, "for what it's worth, we've got some people here picked up from the same world. But different times. Whatever they do to get us here, it doesn't seem to disrupt the natural flow of time. Or it splinters our realities into two alternate timelines. Not really sure which."

" For the sake of everyone back home I hope it just splinters, and there is some version of me....right where he is supposed to be." with out really stopping to think better of a statement of that weight.

There was a sigh from him and a thoughtful look to his own hands before he looked to her again. " Hey..thanks."

Sam raised one of her delicate, ginger eyebrows. "Not that I don't love gratitude," she said, "but I'm not sure I've done or said anything helpful."

Nor was that exactly her style, these days.

"Honestly," she said, "I'm probably the worst person in this entire freak show to be giving the 'welcome to hell' speech."

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