jewel. (x5657) wrote in salemscenes, @ 2016-06-17 22:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | rebekah mikaelson (frozen_intime) |
Who: Jewel and Rebekah
What: Jewel and Bex get attacked and crazy shit happens
When: Tonight
Where: Streets of Salem, late
Warnings: Yeahhhh
Jewel wasn't having any dreams. It was odd that people were getting hacked one by one by some deranged killer. Fred. Jewel didn't understand it, but it didn't mean she didn't feel for it. Surprisingly, she did. Spike was a vampire - a creature and monster that Jewel was determined to not give a chance to. In fact, she wanted to kill him the first chance she got. But he wasn't horrible. He made her smile. He was nothing like Angelus. She hadn't had the chance to talk to him about that. Jewel mainly kept to herself. She worked, she hit the gym and she patrolled the city, looking for excitement. Salem was a small town, but something always seemed to happen within it's town limits.
Despite everything that was going on with the dreams and killings at the hotel, Jewel continued to go on about her day. She did her usual, she woke up, went to the gym, then came home, showered and dressed and went to work where she tended bar at the Tavern, which is what she called it. Her shift went by fast as it usually did. She was used to the locals by now. They did not phase her in the slightest. At the end of the night, she was off work and heading back to the hotel, just like any other night. The streets were filled with drunks and those who were looking for cheap thrills. It wasn't unlike any other night to get hit on while she was walking home. She usually told them where to go and went on with her walk. Tonight was different though. Something was off.
The air felt different, she felt more pressure against her body. Her body was a sensory machine. She could feel the difference, even the slightest. Even the way the air smelled was different. She tried to not think anything of it, but she found herself only thinking of it.
Turning around, she noticed there was a rolling fog making its way down the street and Jewel could only watch it as it came toward her. Was this actually happening? That was her initial thought, but then she quickly moved out of the way, watching as it went by and she swallowed hard. She noticed a blond on the other side of the street, watching the same, looking the same, but she didn't pay her any mind and Jewel moved from where she was in the grass toward the street again, but that was when she was suddenly jumped at and quickly, she defended herself, managing to flipping whatever the hell that was over and into the grass.
His face was grotesque and she scrunched up her face. "What the hell are you?" Her question was never answered as the demon latched on with its claws and she hissed, but managed to punch it in the face. She felt the pain moving up and down her arm. Was that poison? Quickly, she pulled her gun out, pointing it at the demon, but then it was like everything changed - something -
Where was she?
Sitting in a padded room, her arms were wrapped around her knees as she leaned back against the walls. She felt empty, alone and the walls between reality and fantasy were messing with her head. She was there, in Salem. Before that - she was an assassin for Manticore. But it wasn't real. None of it was.
Or was it?