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Pretty self-explanatory, really? So far this includes originals, Supernatural fiction, Lost fiction, Firefly fiction and Pirates of the Caribbean Fiction.
This is my Collected Works.
( whoso diggeth a pit... )
( the deep beat of heels passed across the ceiling )
( this modern hell )
Anna felt different.
With her memory recovered, Anna recognised how unlike herself she felt. She remembered her thoughts, infantile as they were, as a child, so insignificantly small compared to what she had been. Nothing about herself was as it once was. Anna was disconnected from the higher order now. She could hear them she when permitted it, but it was inexistent compared to directing a garrison of angels under the Lord’s command. She felt distant from her Father more than from her kin, and she felt the inkling of fear she had cowered under in her youth. She felt dulled and powerless; her orders were nothing now.
Anna felt mortal.
Her own body was but a foreign object to her. She felt trapped inside this single form, her very self dying with every passing second. Slowly, but dying nonetheless. Though her skin was smooth and her eyes bright, to Anna they were limited – finite. It would end, all of it. She could feel her heart’s beat, her pulse. She felt her nerves twitch in such a humanly imperfect way.
Anna drowned in her mortality, and from the moment she regained her memories, one thing was clear to her. More than she wanted to help the Winchesters or keep her life here on Earth, Anna wanted her grace back. She wanted to escape this faulty existence for the assured might she’d once held.
Everything felt so wrong, to have angelic thoughts in a human mind. She felt as if she could never escape this mortal self. She had now experienced it; she wouldn’t be able to forget. To forget that she had felt.
Her sallow skin bore a yellowed tinge in the lamp light. Only under the bunk lamp did she have any colour at all. Even under the Sun, River didn’t have a healthy complexion. Simon wondered how long she had been isolated in order for her skin to pale so deeply that no amount of days on land could help her.
Every night Simon would come and sit by River’s bed to try and aid her to sleep. Her sense of safety was non-existent without him and Simon knew it. It was almost impossible for her to approach relaxation in his absence. However, even when finally asleep she seemed tense. Her tight posture and unsettled expression told Simon that she was not only haunted by her conscious mind, but beyond it. She would stir and moan while asleep, and Simon could do little but be there in case she woke. He would never wake her himself; she had confessed that nothing her subconscious mind could show her was worse than her active thoughts.
She slept in a foetal position, curled in on herself, hands balled and head resting on her chest. Her stringy hair clutched her forehead, perspiration beading. Even now, months after her rescue, River had shown little improvement. Simon didn’t know what he could possibly do for her, but he buried this thought at the back of his mind. He could not let himself think that he had reached the end of the road now. Hope for improvement was not only all he had, but all River had; and it was more important than anything that she could hold on to that.
Simon adjusted himself in his seat. River’s blanket had slipped from her shoulder, revealing bare skin he feared would grow cold. The pearlescent glow was evident beside his own hand, white as it was, as he slowly covered her up. He was careful not to touch her himself; she was sensitive to human contact, and even towards her own brother did not take kindly.
Simon’s burden was, although different to River’s, equal in weight. His fears did not parallel hers, but his concern for her welfare and their safety outside Alliance plagued his thoughts at almost every waking hour. Even on Serenity, Simon was not certain of their safety. Their outlawed status was a threat to everyone on board, and it was clear they were not always welcome. The Captain had been kind enough to consider them part of his crew, and members of the ship had been of a great comfort at times to River. But there were those who resented his presence. Simon was not comfortable having River just wonder where ever she liked; he’d often find her kneeling somewhere or sitting in a corner, head in her hands and tears cascading down her cheeks. Simon would try to calm her and reassure her of her safety here, but it troubled him that in his mind, he wasn’t so sure of this. With a strong heart, Simon told himself that it didn’t matter what he thought or knew; his primary role here was taking care of River. He was her big brother, it was his duty.
With a sigh, he lifted himself out of the seat and walked out of the small room, leaving on River’s lamp. He suspected she would be more comfortable waking to a warm glow than a dim ship. Entering his own room just opposite hers, he settled into his own bed and relaxed his eyes, preparing to repeat the cycle over again tomorrow.
( he had a tendency to over-research )
The promise ahead was so overwhelming, so fresh and unexplored. Stanford was buried in expectations, but Sam Winchester was optimistic. Finally free of his burdening life, Sam breathed deeply the scent of normalcy. The ain was full of opportunity.
Along with his family, Sam had moved on from his imposed obligation of revenge. Now, Sam stood in the middle of a world void of demons and werewolves and horrors. He felt so inexperienced, like a child brought into a new culture. Completely alien to custom and tradition, uninformed in simply how to live.
It was the first time he hadn’t had his father pushing from behind and his brother leading from ahead. It was just Sam, alone and ready for it.
Books in hand, he followed the campus map until he found the room of his first class. His first step toward freedom.
*
He found his favourite place to sit and study. In one of the Stanford courtyards was a corner of grass, shaded by a willow tree, and peace seemed to congregate there. It was here Sam saw that amazing head of blonde hair for the first time.
Next to her, he felt even more foreign. She was beautiful and fun, relaxed and gentle. He was simply not. His past was not. He knew rough and terror and command. He did not know light. Sam also realised that he had never truly known love. Here, it felt realistic and attainable. Here, he thought, love was within reach.
Slowly, he felt himself mould to the conformities of normality, being reshaped to suit this world. He moved deeper into this second life, forming roots he’d never had before. But inside there was always that alienated piece of soul, something that told him those monster were still out there. His old life had not been destroyed. No matter how he tried to build himself a new existence, there would always be Sam Winchester: hunter. Latin inscriptions he’d memorised were carved on the undersides of furniture, a set of silver utensils lay in the draw, and his unending levels of stored salt were proof to Sam that he hadn’t truly left himself back in that cheap hotel. He was always going to be a stranger to the regular.
Title: City of the Damned
Author:
aja_evenstar
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Castiel, Dean, Alistair
Warning/Rating: PG. Dark themes?
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Summary: The instruction was clear: retrieve Dean from Perdition, before he is broken.
A.N.// Thanks to
srchxandxdstry for looking over this for me. This story has been in the works since 4x16 aired, but it needed a lot of revisions before i thought it was adequate.
( One morning the Sun rose, and it was black )
( As the night grew deeper, so did the chill )
Title: My Soul Has Been Shipped Away
Author:
aja_evenstar
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: William Turner is the only character from the trilogy
Warning/Rating: PG perhaps. Spoilers for "At World's End"
Disclaimer: I don't own William.
Summary: Centuries has passed. Its now the 1940s, but the legend of Davy Jones is true.
Beta: thankyou to
srchxandxdstry for helping me bring the story up to its full potential =)
A.N.// This is a REALLY old idea i planned months and months and months ago, but never got around to actually doing. It changed a little bit in the writing process, but the basic concept is still there. I'm actually pretty happy with this fic overall.
The dark entity squirmed and writhed under his grasp, but he overpowered it with ease. Within seconds the demon was free if its fleshy home, and screeching the sounds of pure evil. Sam allowed a small smile to grace his face as he threw the stain back to its place of birth.
Sometimes the victims lived, other times they didn’t. When they didn’t, Ruby helped Sam dig a ditch into which they could bury the salted and burned body, giving it eternal rest. Their work had become much more systematic – more of a process they would mimic on each case.
Ruby followed Behind Sam. She followed him into the hotel room, ate when he ate and feigned rest as the hunter slept in the next bed. It had been two weeks, but there was not reason for Sam to forget he had the ability to condemn her to the ultimate damnation she had once suffered. Sam was much better than he used to be – stronger and faster. Ruby believed that the only reason Sam had not managed to send her back to Hell last time was that he was slow enough to hesitate. Today, Sam was done in no more than a minute, and Ruby didn’t doubt that with practise he would only get faster.
These circumstances gave he illusion that Sam Winchester was hr master, and although neither thought of their relationship in such terms, Sam had the power any master held: power over her life. Although it was against her nature and will, Ruby had taken on some form of obedience and submission towards Sam. It was apparent to them both that he was in control.
***
Sam woke to find himself alone in the musty hotel room, hints of sunlight splaying across the greyed carpet. With a yawn and a stretch, Sam washed and dressed, clearing the room and checking out. He would wait for Ruby by the car. Outside in the morning air, Sam closed his against the chilly breeze, feeling its weight – or rather, how weightless it was. He could feel energy much better now. Everything had an energy – air, water, earth, people. He could find the density and darkness in them all. Demons were the darkest and most dense of all, and Sam could locate them much easier now. The limits of his mind had broadened. He could only sense one such being at the moment, but he had felt her presence so often that Ruby now felt different from others – more familiar, less dark.
“The room’s cleaned out and packed?”
Sam swivelled around from his position on the Impala’s hood and saw Ruby sauntering towards him. He nodded.
“Good, ‘cause we’ve got some demons to hunt.”
Sam jumped off the head without question, positioning himself in the driver’s seat as Ruby slid in beside him. He caught the bag of scones she’d picked up from the local bakery, biting into one and asking, “Where to?”
Ruby hesitated but for a second, before answering. “Pontiac, Illinois.”
She saw him stiffen ever so slightly, pausing between chews, but Sam tried to shrug off the memory and pulled out of the carpark. Ruby kept her eyes to herself, and let Sam believe his flinch had gone unnoticed, but Ruby knew from the moment the whispers of the demons’ location reached her ear, that everything Sam had tried to hard to bury in his mind would not lay forgotten in the town where Dean was buried.
***
The was just appearing over the low skyline by the time they reached Pontiac, settling into a peculiar hotel with animal print on the walls and a severe lack of lighting.
Sam hadn’t said too much, and Ruby didn’t blame him. He didn’t have much incentive to speak so she decided she’d be practical and explain what she knew.
“So we got to Tennessee a few days too late to catch these guys. But these demons only arrived in town a few hours before I heard. I doubt they’re in such a rush that they’ll bolt this quickly. Besides, you know as well as me that when demons travel in packs, unless they’re being threatened, they like to settle in.”
Sam nodded, but judging by his empty face Ruby knew in a few hours he wouldn’t remember a word she said. She wasn’t going to push the matter, especially not with his memories so close and beer in the fridge.
Ruby sat on the couch beside Sam, pulling a piece of pizza from the box for herself. She didn’t know if it was this room or this town, but there was a weird vibe in the air. Like the uncertain sensation right before you realise it’s a stomach ache. There was something unsettling about this place; she wondered if Sam felt it too. Looking over at him, he seemed oblivious.
After a few hours of sleep, Sam and Ruby returned to the Impala in the late afternoon and headed out for a drive around town. If they came within range of any demons, Sam would know. They roads weren’t busy, and neither was Sam’s mind. Ruby drove, giving him the opportunity to concentrated on his surroundings, but nothing had cropped up on his radar.
“No sign?”
“None.”
Ruby screwed up her face in confusion. “I don’t understand.”
Sam eyed the people on the sidewalk. He couldn’t even feel them.
“There’s something weird about this town,” he mused aloud, squinting as they drove along a street facing the setting sun.
“Can you feel anything like demons at all?”
“I can’t feel… anything. Not the people, the woods just outside town, not even the air. And I know all those things are there. There’s something else… something blocking the energies of everything else.”
“What do you mean?”
“Its like a blanket; its covered up every other energy in town. Its powerful.”
“Are you sure its not the demons? It could be a while bunch of them.”
“No; this is different. This doesn’t have the same tine as demons. Its… light. There’s no darkness at all, and even air holds more density.” Sam rubbed his forehead, relaxing his mind and releasing the energy from his thoughts. He’d never felt anything like it. His head began to throb gently.
Ruby suggested retiring for the evening, less out of concern for Sam than the fact that the unusual presence all around them was a little too foreign for her liking. After picking up a greasy dinner that Sam regretfully thought Dean would approve of, they returned to the hotel room.
***
Sam had insisted they return to the streets after having rested and eaten their fill. However, once he woke he realise he had in fact fallen asleep and slumbered right through the night. Although annoyed that he had squashed his own plan, Sam was satisfied with staking out the town today.
The sound of the shower in the next room disappeared, and Sam decided that a shower didn’t sound like a bad idea. While collecting his things, Ruby exited the bathroom, half-dressed with dripping hair. An odd sight to outsiders, yes, but their relationship was such that neither thought much of this turn of events, and pushed on as if it were the norm.
Sam welcome the hot water, content to stand under the gentle flow of the first shower he’d had in a month with pressure, but he barely made it under the shower head, and this was infuriating enough for him to finally turn off the water and take his leave.
Dressed and almost ready, Sam slipped Ruby’s knife into his back pocket where it belonged, and went to find a clean over-shirt. Ruby appeared by his side, still half-dressed, although her hair was now dry.
“If we do find these demons today, we’re going to have to plan how we taken them out. There’s no use storming in there when you can only work your magic on one at a time, and I’m pretty sure they’re not going to wait patiently.”
“I know, Ruby,” Sam huffed, exasperated. “We’re been doing this for a while. And you know, it wouldn’t be too much if you cleaned up after yourself behind the scene too. You seem to be taking over my bag too.” Sam pulled a few of her things from the depths of his bag, pushing a pink undergarment down beside the bed.
There was a knock at the door, and Sam let Ruby get it as he returned to the bathroom, retrieving the small, golden amulet and placing it around his neck.
A.N.2.// So i finished this fic at the very moment we meet with Sam and Ruby in 4x01. I tried me best to fill in the 4 lost months, so i hope it somewhat resembled what could have happened.