Regulation and Control

Who: Isaac Kettering & a female vampire
What: He kills her. She dies. All in a day's work.
When: August, 2007
Where: Muggle London
Rating: PG-13 - there's sex at the beginning, then she dies - not much else, but better safe than sorry. Also, it's short.
Status: Closed, complete.



( ...understand you're no more than a pastime... )

Who: Matt Cavanaugh and Mila Macnair
What: When lost, Mila decides to kick ass. Natch.
When: Late December 2006
Where: London, near Charing Cross Road
Rating: PG
Status: Closed, complete.

This was a bad idea. A very, very bad idea. It was one thing to go into the muggle world with someone she knew – someone she knew who understood how their lives worked, but alone? Mila had never felt like such an idiot in her life, nor had she ever felt more out of place, and it had been ages since she had been so frightened. Her clothes, the jeans and t-shirt she owned but only wore around the house, felt so revealing that she was sure someone was going to say something about how exposed she was with every curve of her body outlined. It was like walking into the street in only her underwear, and Mila wondered if the muggles rushing by her would have been wearing nothing at all if it wasn't so cold out. It was so crowded, too, and every few seconds someone would brush by her causing Mila to startle slightly and resist the urge to turn around and slap them for invading her personal space.

She was lost, she realized with a sinking feeling as she looked up and down the street with no sign of the pub she had left from in sight. She had no idea what to do now – there had to be another entrance back to wizarding London, and she could only hope that she would recognize the aura of magic when she passed it. If she passed it.

"Fuck," she muttered to herself, standing in the middle of the afternoon rush before deciding to go forward in hopes of finding another entrance or a deserted alley she could disapparate from. With quick, long strides she moved off the cement and onto the darker colored pavement, where at least no one was walking. She managed to get a few steps further before she heard someone scream, "look out!" She turned, and had just enough time to see one of the fast, metal machines coming at her, roaring in a way that was entirely unnatural. But before she had the chance to do more than scream in reaction her body was slamming to the ground, the force of someone pushing her out of the way causing her to fall to the ground as the car sped through the place she had been standing not even a second before.

"Close," Matt said quietly, maybe quietly enough that she couldn't hear him over the sound of the traffic, and held out a hand to help her up. "Were you trying to do that, or just didn't see the car?"

He hadn't been the one to get her out of the way - that person was gone, maybe Superman or something, given how quickly he'd moved, as if it was totally normal to save women from getting hit by cars, but he'd been the closest on the sidewalk when she'd screamed.

Since he'd, you know, been standing there paralysed by the thought that someone was about to die in front of him and he couldn't move quickly enough to save her.

( You're the only people who automatically assume everything is related to either crime or sex. Maybe I am just lost, and that is all. )

Who: Susan and Prudence Bones.
What: A series of snippets of sisters.
Where: All over the show.
When: Ranges from 1989 to 2007.
Rating: R for language.
Status: Closed; narrative; complete
Notes: This is written oddly and mainly just to get a feel of the character for myself. The reason for it being written oddly is, basically, just a series of memories that spring to Sue’s mind whenever she thinks of Prue. Thus, it’s supposed to be disjointed. (Read: several drabbles I threw together.)

( Since you are the big rocket launcher and I'm just the shotgun... )