Post by redemption on Nov 4, 2007 10:02:51 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own, so don't sue.
First Kill
Trixie was working late at the shop again. She did it mainly because Lao Shi and Jake were out patrolling, and Spud should have been there helping her but he’d begged to bail so he could go on a rare date with Stacy. As a result, she was alone, save the occasional passing car and the dim light on overhead.
The shop was already pretty clean, and she was just putting on the finishing touches for the night before closing the door and turning off the light. It was quiet and peaceful, despite the darkness outside.
The peace was abruptly shattered by a desperate pounding on the window; Trixie yelped and nearly jumped out of her skin, whirling around with wide eyes. Was it Jake? Had something gone wrong? Heart pounding, she ran to the window.
Huntsgirl gazed through the glass at her, eyes wide and her whole body trembling, her hand still resting weakly against the glass. In the darkness all Trixie could clearly see were her eyes, and that alone told her something was wrong; the African American girl gripped the edges of the window and pulled it up, and Huntsgirl tumbled in. The girl crumbled against the floor for a moment before standing, still trembling, and pulled off her mask. Trixie inhaled sharply, backing up and putting a hand to her mouth. “R-Rose?”
The girl was completely covered in blood. It dripped from her hands, streaked her arms and neck, and a few drops had even splattered her face beneath her mask. Loose feathers drifted to the ground around her, torn and mangled.
“A griffin.” The other girl spoke softly, almost matter-of-fact, her mask falling from suddenly limp fingers. “It was sick, you know, and didn’t put up much fight when Huntsman and I caught up with it, so, yeah.” She met Trixie’s gaze and gave a small half smile that was absolutely heartbreaking. “I think… yeah, um, I’m gonna throw up now.”
“Down the hall, first door to the right.”
Rose bolted, and for a moment Trixie stood there, uncertain of what to do. She hung back several minutes before walking into the bathroom, biting her bottom lip at what she saw. Rose was sitting on the floor, her hands shaking and her face gray. Without thinking, Trixie sat next to her and gently brushed strands of blonde hair out of the other girl’s eyes. “Ya want me to call Jakey?”
“No. Please, just… no.” Her eyes filled with tears, and she squeezed them shut, resting her face in her hands. “I’m just… oh, God…” Her tears began to fall. “I didn’t mean to, I swear I didn’t.”
Trixie’s heart was in her throat; dusting her pants she stood. “I’m calling Jake,” she said. “He’ll help ya with this, I know he will. Just hold on.” She began to walk away, and froze when Rose’s fingers wrapped around her wrist.
“Don’t go.” The blonde’s voice was soft, weak, and sounded achingly vulnerable and young. “Please don’t go. I don’t wanna be alone right now.”
Slowly, Trixie sat next to the other girl again, and after a moment awkwardly put an arm around her shoulder, so Rose’s head was beneath her chin. The tears kept falling, her body kept shaking.
“Master said the first kill was always the hardest,” she whispered. “He says it’ll get easier now.” A low whimper escaped her. “He… he said you like it, after awhile.” Trixie’s heart ached for the girl, but she said nothing, just gave her a gentle, comforting squeeze. Rose’s hand fisted her shirt, and she turned her face into Trixie’s throat.
“It was so easy,” she continued softly, her tears falling more rapidly now. “It was just so easy. I just slashed and the griffin hit the wall, it didn’t even put up much of a fight, and it was dead.” A low, muffled sob broke free. “I couldn’t get the blood off. I want it off but I couldn’t do it.”
Trixie was at a loss of what to do. Rose’s tears had dissolved into soft sobs now, and without thinking she tilted her head slightly and brushed her lips against the other girl’s forehead, wanting desperately to comfort her.
“Huntsman says it’s the best feeling in the world,” Rose whispered raggedly. “He… he said…”
“Rose.” Trixie’s voice was rough. “You ain’t like him, baby.”
Rose’s arms had found their way around the other girl’s waist, and she held on tightly. “Jake always says that. Oh, God, I don’t want that griffin to be dead. I didn’t mean it. I swear I didn’t…”
She was crying. She was finally, truly crying, deep, broken sobs that shook her whole body as the magnitude of what she’d done hit her, full force and without mercy.
“I didn’t mean to do it,” she repeated, sobbing. “I swear I didn’t, Trixie.”
“I know you didn’t, Rose.” Trixie pulled the other girl closer as her own tears began to fall. “I know.”
The End
Torturing Rose is fun.
The Trixie/Rose in this could be viewed as close friendship or implied/mild femslash, take it or leave it.
I know in the show it's always been implied that Rose never successfully killed a magical creature, but... whatever. XD
First Kill
Trixie was working late at the shop again. She did it mainly because Lao Shi and Jake were out patrolling, and Spud should have been there helping her but he’d begged to bail so he could go on a rare date with Stacy. As a result, she was alone, save the occasional passing car and the dim light on overhead.
The shop was already pretty clean, and she was just putting on the finishing touches for the night before closing the door and turning off the light. It was quiet and peaceful, despite the darkness outside.
The peace was abruptly shattered by a desperate pounding on the window; Trixie yelped and nearly jumped out of her skin, whirling around with wide eyes. Was it Jake? Had something gone wrong? Heart pounding, she ran to the window.
Huntsgirl gazed through the glass at her, eyes wide and her whole body trembling, her hand still resting weakly against the glass. In the darkness all Trixie could clearly see were her eyes, and that alone told her something was wrong; the African American girl gripped the edges of the window and pulled it up, and Huntsgirl tumbled in. The girl crumbled against the floor for a moment before standing, still trembling, and pulled off her mask. Trixie inhaled sharply, backing up and putting a hand to her mouth. “R-Rose?”
The girl was completely covered in blood. It dripped from her hands, streaked her arms and neck, and a few drops had even splattered her face beneath her mask. Loose feathers drifted to the ground around her, torn and mangled.
“A griffin.” The other girl spoke softly, almost matter-of-fact, her mask falling from suddenly limp fingers. “It was sick, you know, and didn’t put up much fight when Huntsman and I caught up with it, so, yeah.” She met Trixie’s gaze and gave a small half smile that was absolutely heartbreaking. “I think… yeah, um, I’m gonna throw up now.”
“Down the hall, first door to the right.”
Rose bolted, and for a moment Trixie stood there, uncertain of what to do. She hung back several minutes before walking into the bathroom, biting her bottom lip at what she saw. Rose was sitting on the floor, her hands shaking and her face gray. Without thinking, Trixie sat next to her and gently brushed strands of blonde hair out of the other girl’s eyes. “Ya want me to call Jakey?”
“No. Please, just… no.” Her eyes filled with tears, and she squeezed them shut, resting her face in her hands. “I’m just… oh, God…” Her tears began to fall. “I didn’t mean to, I swear I didn’t.”
Trixie’s heart was in her throat; dusting her pants she stood. “I’m calling Jake,” she said. “He’ll help ya with this, I know he will. Just hold on.” She began to walk away, and froze when Rose’s fingers wrapped around her wrist.
“Don’t go.” The blonde’s voice was soft, weak, and sounded achingly vulnerable and young. “Please don’t go. I don’t wanna be alone right now.”
Slowly, Trixie sat next to the other girl again, and after a moment awkwardly put an arm around her shoulder, so Rose’s head was beneath her chin. The tears kept falling, her body kept shaking.
“Master said the first kill was always the hardest,” she whispered. “He says it’ll get easier now.” A low whimper escaped her. “He… he said you like it, after awhile.” Trixie’s heart ached for the girl, but she said nothing, just gave her a gentle, comforting squeeze. Rose’s hand fisted her shirt, and she turned her face into Trixie’s throat.
“It was so easy,” she continued softly, her tears falling more rapidly now. “It was just so easy. I just slashed and the griffin hit the wall, it didn’t even put up much of a fight, and it was dead.” A low, muffled sob broke free. “I couldn’t get the blood off. I want it off but I couldn’t do it.”
Trixie was at a loss of what to do. Rose’s tears had dissolved into soft sobs now, and without thinking she tilted her head slightly and brushed her lips against the other girl’s forehead, wanting desperately to comfort her.
“Huntsman says it’s the best feeling in the world,” Rose whispered raggedly. “He… he said…”
“Rose.” Trixie’s voice was rough. “You ain’t like him, baby.”
Rose’s arms had found their way around the other girl’s waist, and she held on tightly. “Jake always says that. Oh, God, I don’t want that griffin to be dead. I didn’t mean it. I swear I didn’t…”
She was crying. She was finally, truly crying, deep, broken sobs that shook her whole body as the magnitude of what she’d done hit her, full force and without mercy.
“I didn’t mean to do it,” she repeated, sobbing. “I swear I didn’t, Trixie.”
“I know you didn’t, Rose.” Trixie pulled the other girl closer as her own tears began to fall. “I know.”
The End
Torturing Rose is fun.
The Trixie/Rose in this could be viewed as close friendship or implied/mild femslash, take it or leave it.
I know in the show it's always been implied that Rose never successfully killed a magical creature, but... whatever. XD