Title – Here on to Hell or Heaven.
Feedback – Yes yes yes!
Spoilers - Small and initial spoilers from the movie "Constantine".
Rating – PG first then it will change later.
Disclaimer - The characters are not mine. I don't profit from them in any way. The story is only based on my imagination.
Notes – Very different Willow and Tara, yet the same. Hope you'll like it =) Thoughts in Italics.
I'm new at this. So be gentle please? Got this crazy idea after watching "Constantine". Hope it rings your bells!
Edited to add this - somehow the bold and italics don't work.. will try to figure it out. sorry. bear with me!
Chapter 1
It was a dark night even with the moon out. The silence only emphasized how cold it was. There weren’t much people walking around due to the rumours of strange sightings in this part of the town. There was something unusual in the air. The presence of death loomed. But who's death?
There was a brave soul in one of the dark alleys. Dressed in a long trench coat, there seemed to be a waiting game going on.
A low hissing sound could be heard. It's one of those paralyzing sound of evil. Standing on the other end of the alley was a demon. The wet substance found all over the creature highlighted it's hideous form. It's legs were too long. And where hands were supposed to be, claws were in their place. It's skin must be in it's most advanced stage of rotting. The stench was unbearable. One can't even start to describe it's face.
Suddenly, the demon ran towards the dark figure. It's hiss turned into a screech that could deafen anyone. The figure barely flinched. The demon raised it's claw to attract when it got near enough in mere seconds. This mysterious character blocked the blow effortlessly at the last nanosecond possible. It was as though the move was anticipated. Caught off guard by this countermove, the demon tried to strike again. This time, it was flung onto the floor, pinned down. It finally had a clear look of the human before feeling rain of punches landed on it's face. The punches burned it's flesh. It screamed defencelessly.
"Who are you?" The demon managed. There was fear in it's eyes. A girl? The woman grabbed it's face and forced it to look directly at her.
"My name is Willow, Willow Rosenberg you asshole." She said with a touch of smugness. The kind of tone one uses only when victory is in her hands. Satisfied that she beat the hell out of the demon, Willow stood away from it. she removed the Catholic brass knuckles from her fingers. Reaching into her coat's inner pocket, she leisurely took out a pack of cigarettes. She fished a stick out and placed it between her lips. When she lit the cigarette, her face came into clarity for a moment. The fairness of her skin and the redness of her hair complimented each other. Her eyes were the most unique kind of emerald green. Hard as steel, there was a hint of aloofness. Willow took a long drag from the cigarette.
"Ready to go back to hell?" It wasn't much of a question the way Willow said it. She looked at the demon who went quiet all of a sudden. She took another puff wondering if she should just finish it off once and for all.
"Willow!" a soft voice from nowhere was heard. A sense of urgency embedded in the whisper.
Holy shit! There's that voice again! Willow quickly flicked the cigarette away. She had been hearing that voice recently on her kills. Always before any serious danger she realized. Could it be…. ? Without further hesitation she drew out a gun from her coat. Just as she took aim, the monster got to it's feet in a blur. It's face had apparently recovered from her attacks without Willow noticing.
"Dodge this." Willow said quietly. She took a small step back as the demon came nearer. She fired 3 shots in a row. All 3 hit the demon's head. It wasn’t before long that it's head start to rot as though it came into contact with acid. The body started to rot away after the head was completely gone. The odour would have caused the redhead to vomit if she was not used to the smell. She merely started on another cigarette while watching the body decompose.
Who's voice is that? Willow looked around the alley, not that she was expecting to find anyone. On previous similar occasions, Willow looked everywhere. She didn’t find anyone. I wonder who's voice it belongs to. Obviously a lady's. Pretty? If you can judge a face by the voice, she's definitely pretty. She secretly wondered if she would ever meet this lady. "Wherever you are, thanks." Willow thanked out load. She stubbed out the cigarette with the heel of her boots. Once she was sure the demon wasn't going to pull another resurrecting stun, Willow strode away from the alley to where her car was parked.
End of Part 1
Edited by: Warduke at: 2/17/05 2:15 pm
