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Title: soft and tragic as a slaughterhouse
Fandom: Blood+
Word count: 485
Disclaimer: I don't own Blood+, and the title's from Marilyn Manson
Warnings: Stalking and murder
Characters: Karl Fei-Ong and the girl from 10 years ago
Prompt: Any, any, Twisted Desire
Dear Diary,
Be careful what you wish for. Bà told me that, and I'm starting to think she was right.
Tam and I always giggled and sighed over the legend of the Phantom, ever since we heard it. It seemed romantic, the idea that some mysterious stranger might give one of us a beautiful blue rose and whisk us away from ordinary life.
Now that a blue rose has been left for me, I wonder what really happened to those disappeared, black-haired girls. I'm scared. I don't want to be taken away by the Phantom. All I want is to be friends with Tam forever and see her every day even after we leave the school.
~
"Wow," says one girl to another. "The blue rose. I never really thought..."
The other girl laughs, high-pitched and a little bit manic. "Who would have thought it?"
The chairman walks by at that moment, dressed in his customary blue ao-gam. "Good morning, chairman sir," the girls chorus.
"Good morning," he says softly.
Bian realises suddenly that the chairman's expression is sort of blank and he doesn't seem to be blinking. Actually, he's always been like that, but she hadn't really noticed.
She puts it out of her mind. She has more important things to think about, anyway.
If he looks at her a little longer and more intensely than she would have expected, well, she's probably imagining it. Maybe there's a twig or an insect in her hair. She shudders and quickly brushes a hand over her long black hair, just in case.
~
"I love you, Tam," Bian whispers at her sleeping friend. "I wish we could be friends forever."
She knows that it is a hopeless wish. She's going to disappear soon.
~
The man wears a tattered black cloak over a tuxedo, his long black hair hangs loose and his mask looks like bat wings. Bian knows who he must be.
"Phantom," she whispers.
He smiles a madman's smile and starts to walk towards her. She turns and runs, only to collide with him when he somehow appears in front of her. She cries out as she falls down to the ground.
"You look just like her," he says, and reaches out to her. His hand is a monster's hand, green and clawed.
She screams and tries to scramble away, but he is right there, blocking her way again.
He laughs, a bitter and wild sound. "You look like her, but of course you aren't her." He sounds almost disgusted.
She takes a deep breath and lunges up, reaching desperately for his eyes or his hair or his throat, anything that might give her a chance.
He laughs and laughs. "Yes! Yes, fight me!"
She tries, she really does, but he is just too fast and too strong. She feels them in her neck, his too-sharp teeth, his fangs.
She dies with tears running down her face.
Title: Shattered
Fandom: Blood+
Word count: 97
Disclaimer: I don't own Blood+
Characters: Saya, Diva
Prompt: author's choice, author's choice, "What has the world done for me lately? And why should I die to defend it?"
Saya fell to her knees and wept. She had known that humans could be cruel, of course, but she hadn't really known. Not like she did now. She took a deep breath and stood.
"I've defended humanity from the chiropterans," she whispered, "because chiropterans are monsters. I was ready to die."
"Humans are monsters," said Diva, looking at her sister warily.
Saya tried to remember what she was fighting for. She had fought for so long, but... "Yes," she said.
Diva laughed. "Does this mean big sister doesn't want to kill me anymore?"
Saya bowed her head.
Title: The Girl Who Survived
Fandoms: NBC Hannibal, Changeling: The Lost
Word count: 373
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannibal or Changeling: The Lost
Characters: Abigail Hobbs and a True Fae
Prompt: author's choice, author's choice, opening an ordinary door to find a magic world on the other side
Abigail Hobbs stares through the door, her heart in her throat. Is this it? Am I mad?
She draws in a deep breath and steps through the door, then closes it firmly behind her. It fades to nothing beneath her hands.
Whether or not this is all in her head, maybe Hannibal can't follow her here. Maybe.
No going back.
She turns slowly, taking in everything around her. It is a beautiful garden like none she has ever seen or heard of. The smell of the flowers could almost overwhelm, but underneath it all is the odour of rotting meat. Her hands tremble, and she clenches them to make it stop.
No going back.
A large red flower stirs against the wind, and she is already jumping back before it snaps at her with jagged fangs. She bites back a shriek; she doesn't want to alert anything with greater mobility.
Survive.
Survive, yes. Doesn't she always?
She starts to walk, staying as well clear of the plants as she can, alert for danger or anything she can use as a weapon. She wishes that she still had her old hunting knife, the one she used to gut deer and Nick Boyle.
A dark shadow falls over her and she freezes, tense and ready to run.
The beast chuckles, low and ominous, and says, "Look at me, maiden."
She looks. It is a dragon, large and winged, with armour-like black scales and piercing yellow eyes.
"Is this your garden, sir?" she says, far more calmly than she feels.
"Yes, and everything in it," the dragon rumbles.
Abigail quivers. Everything... including me? She does not know which is worse; to be kept by the dragon or Hannibal. Either might eat her. "It's a very beautiful garden, sir," she says out loud.
"Yes," says the dragon, in the very same tone that someone might use to say the sky is blue. It moves closer, and she tenses further but it is too late to run. "Why shouldn't I eat you?" asks the dragon.
Abigail swallows and mutters, "I can hunt."
No going back.
"Very well," says the dragon. "Bring me one human to start, huntress."
"Yes, sir," whispers Abigail, and tries to suppress her welling tears.
Title: No Mercy
Fandoms: NBC Hannibal, Highlander
Word count: 569
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannibal or Highlander
Warnings: Undescribed torture, character death
Characters: Abigail Hobbs, Hannibal Lecter, Cassandra
Prompt: any. any.
I’m giving you a head start,
You’re going to need it,
’Cause I fight like a girl.
Abigail does not know how she is alive, why she opens her eyes and gasps for breath and everything is cold and she can't move, there are walls so close in every direction, and she needs to calm down and think, but she can't, and her head...
And then she is blinking up at too-bright lights and the face of a woman she does not know.
"Come," says the woman, and there is a strange resonance to her voice. Abigail rises and follows the woman from the morgue, a puppet who cannot do otherwise, screaming inside her head.
~
Abigail closes her eyes and brings her rage under control. She is done with being controlled.
"The Voice," she says coldly, and glares at the woman, Cassandra, her fellow Immortal. "Never use it on me again."
Cassandra nods. Abigail examines her with narrowed eyes, and then dips her head in acceptance.
"Alright, teacher," she says, and flips her hair. "Teach me what I need."
Cassandra smiles, a small upward twitching of her lips. "Of course. And then..."
"And then," Abigail echoes.
~
Abigail smiles at Hannibal and draws her sword. She is satisfied to see the shock he can't quite hide.
"If all you did was kill me, I might have forgiven you," she says, and goes for his neck.
Hannibal ducks and blocks her next swing with the door. Of course he does.
If she's going to have any chance of winning this, she knows she has to be very, very clever.
"Abigail," he says, and there is something very like wonder in his voice. She falters and perhaps he meant for that, a knife plunges into her chest and she gasps and dies.
~
Abigail refuses to break. She laughs and laughs at Hannibal, even as she is tied down and cut and tortured for his catlike curiosity about the girl who won't die. This time, she refuses to listen to him; she knows that it is his words that really take you apart. Sometimes she can't keep from hearing, but she's getting better at blocking it out the longer she practices.
Maybe she's fooling herself. Maybe she's well and truly broken, already.
Maybe. That doesn't mean she has to believe it.
~
Abigail stumbles through the dark streets, and she is alive and free and next time she tries to kill Hannibal she really will be clever about it.
~
She lets Cassandra guide her into a car with dark windows. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I should have waited, like you said."
Cassandra sighs. "I should have known you wouldn't."
Abigail chokes out a laugh. "Because you wouldn't have? You have a Hannibal of your own, don't you? Is he dead?"
She's not quite sure how she knows. Maybe it's because she's felt somehow akin to Cassandra from the beginning.
"He's not," says Cassandra. "It doesn't matter." The bitterness in her voice reveals that for a lie.
~
Hannibal bleeds, his throat cut by his own hand, Cassandra's Voice ringing in his ears. Abigail holds her hand to the cut, and it's just enough to hold death at bay for a little while longer. She stares into his eyes and says, "You're not God or the devil. You're only a man, Hannibal, that's all you ever were."
She watches the realisation, the panic and defeat in his eyes, like nothing she's seen there before. It's enough. She smiles grimly and stabs his heart.
Title: soft and tragic as a slaughterhouse
Fandom: Blood+
Word count: 485
Disclaimer: I don't own Blood+, and the title's from Marilyn Manson
Warnings: Stalking and murder
Characters: Karl Fei-Ong and the girl from 10 years ago
Prompt: Any, any, Twisted Desire
Dear Diary,
Be careful what you wish for. Bà told me that, and I'm starting to think she was right.
Tam and I always giggled and sighed over the legend of the Phantom, ever since we heard it. It seemed romantic, the idea that some mysterious stranger might give one of us a beautiful blue rose and whisk us away from ordinary life.
Now that a blue rose has been left for me, I wonder what really happened to those disappeared, black-haired girls. I'm scared. I don't want to be taken away by the Phantom. All I want is to be friends with Tam forever and see her every day even after we leave the school.
~
"Wow," says one girl to another. "The blue rose. I never really thought..."
The other girl laughs, high-pitched and a little bit manic. "Who would have thought it?"
The chairman walks by at that moment, dressed in his customary blue ao-gam. "Good morning, chairman sir," the girls chorus.
"Good morning," he says softly.
Bian realises suddenly that the chairman's expression is sort of blank and he doesn't seem to be blinking. Actually, he's always been like that, but she hadn't really noticed.
She puts it out of her mind. She has more important things to think about, anyway.
If he looks at her a little longer and more intensely than she would have expected, well, she's probably imagining it. Maybe there's a twig or an insect in her hair. She shudders and quickly brushes a hand over her long black hair, just in case.
~
"I love you, Tam," Bian whispers at her sleeping friend. "I wish we could be friends forever."
She knows that it is a hopeless wish. She's going to disappear soon.
~
The man wears a tattered black cloak over a tuxedo, his long black hair hangs loose and his mask looks like bat wings. Bian knows who he must be.
"Phantom," she whispers.
He smiles a madman's smile and starts to walk towards her. She turns and runs, only to collide with him when he somehow appears in front of her. She cries out as she falls down to the ground.
"You look just like her," he says, and reaches out to her. His hand is a monster's hand, green and clawed.
She screams and tries to scramble away, but he is right there, blocking her way again.
He laughs, a bitter and wild sound. "You look like her, but of course you aren't her." He sounds almost disgusted.
She takes a deep breath and lunges up, reaching desperately for his eyes or his hair or his throat, anything that might give her a chance.
He laughs and laughs. "Yes! Yes, fight me!"
She tries, she really does, but he is just too fast and too strong. She feels them in her neck, his too-sharp teeth, his fangs.
She dies with tears running down her face.
Title: Shattered
Fandom: Blood+
Word count: 97
Disclaimer: I don't own Blood+
Characters: Saya, Diva
Prompt: author's choice, author's choice, "What has the world done for me lately? And why should I die to defend it?"
Saya fell to her knees and wept. She had known that humans could be cruel, of course, but she hadn't really known. Not like she did now. She took a deep breath and stood.
"I've defended humanity from the chiropterans," she whispered, "because chiropterans are monsters. I was ready to die."
"Humans are monsters," said Diva, looking at her sister warily.
Saya tried to remember what she was fighting for. She had fought for so long, but... "Yes," she said.
Diva laughed. "Does this mean big sister doesn't want to kill me anymore?"
Saya bowed her head.
Title: The Girl Who Survived
Fandoms: NBC Hannibal, Changeling: The Lost
Word count: 373
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannibal or Changeling: The Lost
Characters: Abigail Hobbs and a True Fae
Prompt: author's choice, author's choice, opening an ordinary door to find a magic world on the other side
Abigail Hobbs stares through the door, her heart in her throat. Is this it? Am I mad?
She draws in a deep breath and steps through the door, then closes it firmly behind her. It fades to nothing beneath her hands.
Whether or not this is all in her head, maybe Hannibal can't follow her here. Maybe.
No going back.
She turns slowly, taking in everything around her. It is a beautiful garden like none she has ever seen or heard of. The smell of the flowers could almost overwhelm, but underneath it all is the odour of rotting meat. Her hands tremble, and she clenches them to make it stop.
No going back.
A large red flower stirs against the wind, and she is already jumping back before it snaps at her with jagged fangs. She bites back a shriek; she doesn't want to alert anything with greater mobility.
Survive.
Survive, yes. Doesn't she always?
She starts to walk, staying as well clear of the plants as she can, alert for danger or anything she can use as a weapon. She wishes that she still had her old hunting knife, the one she used to gut deer and Nick Boyle.
A dark shadow falls over her and she freezes, tense and ready to run.
The beast chuckles, low and ominous, and says, "Look at me, maiden."
She looks. It is a dragon, large and winged, with armour-like black scales and piercing yellow eyes.
"Is this your garden, sir?" she says, far more calmly than she feels.
"Yes, and everything in it," the dragon rumbles.
Abigail quivers. Everything... including me? She does not know which is worse; to be kept by the dragon or Hannibal. Either might eat her. "It's a very beautiful garden, sir," she says out loud.
"Yes," says the dragon, in the very same tone that someone might use to say the sky is blue. It moves closer, and she tenses further but it is too late to run. "Why shouldn't I eat you?" asks the dragon.
Abigail swallows and mutters, "I can hunt."
No going back.
"Very well," says the dragon. "Bring me one human to start, huntress."
"Yes, sir," whispers Abigail, and tries to suppress her welling tears.
Title: No Mercy
Fandoms: NBC Hannibal, Highlander
Word count: 569
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannibal or Highlander
Warnings: Undescribed torture, character death
Characters: Abigail Hobbs, Hannibal Lecter, Cassandra
Prompt: any. any.
I’m giving you a head start,
You’re going to need it,
’Cause I fight like a girl.
Abigail does not know how she is alive, why she opens her eyes and gasps for breath and everything is cold and she can't move, there are walls so close in every direction, and she needs to calm down and think, but she can't, and her head...
And then she is blinking up at too-bright lights and the face of a woman she does not know.
"Come," says the woman, and there is a strange resonance to her voice. Abigail rises and follows the woman from the morgue, a puppet who cannot do otherwise, screaming inside her head.
~
Abigail closes her eyes and brings her rage under control. She is done with being controlled.
"The Voice," she says coldly, and glares at the woman, Cassandra, her fellow Immortal. "Never use it on me again."
Cassandra nods. Abigail examines her with narrowed eyes, and then dips her head in acceptance.
"Alright, teacher," she says, and flips her hair. "Teach me what I need."
Cassandra smiles, a small upward twitching of her lips. "Of course. And then..."
"And then," Abigail echoes.
~
Abigail smiles at Hannibal and draws her sword. She is satisfied to see the shock he can't quite hide.
"If all you did was kill me, I might have forgiven you," she says, and goes for his neck.
Hannibal ducks and blocks her next swing with the door. Of course he does.
If she's going to have any chance of winning this, she knows she has to be very, very clever.
"Abigail," he says, and there is something very like wonder in his voice. She falters and perhaps he meant for that, a knife plunges into her chest and she gasps and dies.
~
Abigail refuses to break. She laughs and laughs at Hannibal, even as she is tied down and cut and tortured for his catlike curiosity about the girl who won't die. This time, she refuses to listen to him; she knows that it is his words that really take you apart. Sometimes she can't keep from hearing, but she's getting better at blocking it out the longer she practices.
Maybe she's fooling herself. Maybe she's well and truly broken, already.
Maybe. That doesn't mean she has to believe it.
~
Abigail stumbles through the dark streets, and she is alive and free and next time she tries to kill Hannibal she really will be clever about it.
~
She lets Cassandra guide her into a car with dark windows. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I should have waited, like you said."
Cassandra sighs. "I should have known you wouldn't."
Abigail chokes out a laugh. "Because you wouldn't have? You have a Hannibal of your own, don't you? Is he dead?"
She's not quite sure how she knows. Maybe it's because she's felt somehow akin to Cassandra from the beginning.
"He's not," says Cassandra. "It doesn't matter." The bitterness in her voice reveals that for a lie.
~
Hannibal bleeds, his throat cut by his own hand, Cassandra's Voice ringing in his ears. Abigail holds her hand to the cut, and it's just enough to hold death at bay for a little while longer. She stares into his eyes and says, "You're not God or the devil. You're only a man, Hannibal, that's all you ever were."
She watches the realisation, the panic and defeat in his eyes, like nothing she's seen there before. It's enough. She smiles grimly and stabs his heart.