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27 November 2009 @ 11:14 am
042 Blind  
Title: Darkness Overwhelming
Fandom: Mystic Force
Pairing: N/A
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary/Warnings: Somewhere, all wishes come true. Leelee's faith is shaken.
Word Count: 519 / 52 682
Author's notes: My table is here.








042 Blind

“He’s such an idiot,” Leelee muttered to herself, pacing across her room. “He thinks demons are bad? He should meet my mom in a dark alley. I can’t believe he thinks I’m not evil. Doesn’t he know who I am?”

She glanced up sharply at a noise outside. Koragg’s ugly little servant was passing by, and she strode to the door.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

“Message for Koragg.”

“What message?”

“One that Koragg asked me to do.”

Leelee frowned. “Do you know who I am?”

“Necrolai’s daughter.”

“Tell me what message!”

“Sorry. It’s for Koragg.” He eyed her for a moment. “Is there something you need?”

“No. Get lost.” She stalked back into her room, flinging herself across her bed. “Maybe Ryan’s right,” she thought out loud. “If I can’t intimidate one stupid…whatever he is…maybe I’m not evil.” She sat up, staring unseeingly at the nearest wall. “But then what am I?”

“Daughter!” Necrolai swept in. “Your toys have been looking for you.”

“I’m bored with them,” she said absently.

“Really? Since when? You were having so much fun.” Necrolai brushed Leelee’s hair back; the girl flinched, covering it by rising from the bed.

“I’m so over this darkness thing. This whole black and white is depressing. Can’t we go somewhere else?”

“When the Master rises we will be at his right hand, my daughter. You must just be patient a little longer.”

“I wish I was with Dad,” Leelee muttered.

Necrolai’s voice sharpened. “That can be arranged.”

“Mom…can’t I just go? It’s not like you’d miss me.”

“No. We must be united. Go and find your toys, turn someone. That always cheers you up.”

She swept away before Leelee could answer; frustrated, the girl threw herself back over her bed.

“She can’t let you go.”

She sat back up, glaring at the servant in the doorway. “What do you want?”

“It’s like Koragg. He can’t let the White Witch go, it would weaken him. If Morticon thinks you’re becoming weak he’ll blame it on Necrolai. She’ll lose her place.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Leelee said dismissively, moving forward.

For a moment she thought he wasn’t going to move out of the doorway, but he did back up. “Be careful. Necrolai can’t afford to lose face. She’s already in trouble because she hasn’t found the Gatekeeper.”

“The Gatekeeper died in the War.”

“She had a daughter. The Master wants her to raise the gates. Necrolai’s supposed to be finding her, and she hasn’t yet. Big trouble, little vampire. Watch which side you’re on.”

“When the Master rises we’ll be leaving anyway.”

“No.”

She stopped, turning back to look at him. “What?”

“When the Master rises, the whole world will be like this. No colour, no music, no laughter.” The servant turned away, calling back over his shoulder, “Be sure you’re on the right side, Leelee.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Leelee yelled after him. Turning away, she repeated fiercely, “We’ll be leaving. We will. My mom wouldn’t do that to me. She wouldn’t.”

The more she said it, the less convinced she became.