twispitefic

Title: Shades of Darkness
Author:

tirajm
Fandoms: Fifty Shades of Grey/New World of Darkness
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1048
Warnings: None in this part; violence and mentions of rape in later ones.
Inspiration: A comment made about Ana being possessed by a succubus that fed off her pain in the 16.1 sporking.
Summary: Just as she blacked out, she heard that voice again. 'Oh, he's going to have so much fun with you...'
Author’s Note: So this would probably make way more sense to those who are familiar with the World of Darkness line of roleplaying games. Essentially, it's a horror game focused on various types of characters (called 'splats'). The most famous are probably the Vampire and Werewolf series, and I keep meaning to do a rewrite of Twilight set in the World of Darkness, because it's pretty much the exact opposite; no matter what you do, if you're a vampire, you can never escape the fact that you're a monster. This fic, however, is based around Hunter: the Vigil, which is the only line that really focuses on the human characters that fight back - and win. Basically it's Supernatural: the Roleplaying Game.

Anastasia Steele, known as Stacy to most people, was working on her final paper for her Early English Literature course - ten thousand words on any author they'd read during the class. She'd gone with Chaucer and was on her tenth page about The Canterbury Tales when the room suddenly grew cold. Stacy swivled her chair around, and gaped at the thing that had appeared behind her. It was smoky and featureless, with an exaggeratedly feminine figure. "Holy crap," she muttered under her breath.

'Wrong on both counts, sweetie,' a strange voice whispered in her ear. 'I'm no crap, and I'm definitely not holy.' Stacy's back went up and she flinched, feeling a phantom tickle of warm air.

"What are you?" she breathed. The phantom's face stayed as blank as ever, but somehow Stacy knew it was smirking at her. Her vision began to blur, and her head felt heavy, as if there was water in her ears, or maybe her brain.

Just as she blacked out, she heard that voice again. 'Oh, he's going to have so much fun with you...'

~*~

Kate Kavanagh was making supper when she heard the sound of something falling over from the bedroom. "Stacy?" she called to her girlfriend. "Everything okay?"

Stacy entered the kitchen and took a seat at their table. There was a dull, unfocused look in her eyes. "Are you okay?" Kate asked her again, placing a hand on the other girl's forehead.

"Don't call me that," she snapped and roughly removed Kate's hand. "Stacy is Barbie's little sister. I like Ana better," she added, sounding almost dreamy. "Ana Steele sounds good, doesn't it?"

"I guess," Kate said doubtfully. "You've never had a problem with it before."

"I've been thinking I should start making some changes in my life. I am about to graduate, after all."

"Right, speaking of that. I know it's still a month away, but I figured if we wanted to get good reservations that night, we'd better plan ahead." Kate smiled mischievously. "Especially if we want somewhere romantic."

"Whatever. I'll think about it." Stacy - Ana - sighed and stood up. "If that's all you wanted to talk about, I'm going to go back to working on my paper."

Kate frowned. "What about supper? I'm about done."

"I'm not hungry."

"Then can I at least get a kiss before you hole up in there with your computer?" Kate said lightly, trying to hide her uneasy feeling. Ana didn't respond; she just closed the door to their bedroom.

~*~

One month later:

The worn, blue-gray van with the dented door stuck out somewhat in the parking lot of the Seattle Public Library, as did its five mismatched and equal worn passengers. There was nothing that was obviously wrong about either of them, just a sense that neither was exactly what one would call normal. Whatever it was, both were generally given a wide berth, which, to be perfectly honest, was how the passengers preferred.

The group of passengers consisted of two men and three women. The men appeared to be polar opposites; Hank Willis was tall and muscular, with blond hair and a rough Southern accent, while Val Weaver was short, slender, dark-haired, and British. The women were not so sharply contrasting, but they did not seem to go together either. Christina Masaki was Japanese-American, with long hair and square-framed glasses. Alice McKinley was fair-haired with a somewhat nervous disposition. The youngest of the group was Josephine Carter, who was barely out of her teens; her dark blue hair made her the most noticeable of the group as well.

There was one thing, however, that all five of them had in common. Each of them had the same haunted look to their eyes, as if they had seen things too horrible to forget, things that still lurked around the corners of their eyes. They were all Hunters, who had dedicated their life to protecting humanity from the creatures lurking in the shadows, and some of those shadows had become a part of them. They were rather unique for a Hunter cell in that they did not have a particular territory they defended. Instead, they spent most of their time traveling in the van, which belonged to Hank and was named Betty, investigating reports of strange phenomena and supernatural creatures. The last job had left the cell feeling rather burnt out.

Jo was the reason that they were there at all. She had several gigabytes of video to upload to the Network Zero feed from their last few jobs they had done, and she tended to get antsy if she went more than a few days without an Internet connection. Currently, she was surfing the forums in a desperate attempt to get caught up. There was a certain post, however, that made Jo pause. "Hey, how far away is Wash U from here?" she asked her companions.

"'Bout three hours," Hank Willis answered. "Why do you want to now?"

"Remember Lynette? That sorority girl who helped us out with the vamp at Berkely?"

"Sure do," Hank said. "What's that got to do with anything.at Wash U?"

"Well, apparently she has this friend from high school whose girlfriend - ex-girlfriend, I guess - has been acting really weird lately. The girlfriend met this guy who owns some sort of corp or something, and she's become kind of obsessed with him. Lynette's friend thinks he might abusing her or something, but she thinks he's great."

"That sounds more like an unhealthy relationship than anything particularly weird to me," Val commented.

"Yeah," said Jo, "except the friend's a girl, and her girlfriend was definitely lesbian - no interest in guys at all. Plus, it says the girlfriend's personality changed all of a sudden. Apparently, she seems like she'd had her spine surgically removed."

"It could be a form of possession," Christina suggested. "Like that lust demon we found at that nursing home in Chicago. It's not that far at all, and we could do a quick exorcism or something."

"Let's," Alice chimed in. "We really owe Lynette one."

"Everyone agrees?" Hank asked. The other four nodded. "Then it's settled." He stood up and stretched. "Let's hit the road so we can make it to Vancouver before it gets dark."