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Lauren Drake can't be saved. (whoareyousaving) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-10-08 18:13:00

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john mitchell, lauren drake

Lauren & Mitchell
Arriving in Lawrence post-death
Tuesday evening, October 8, 2013; an alley/the streets of Lawrence
TBD/In progress

"You brought me into this world, I want you to take me out of it."

"You brought me into this world, I want you to take me out of it."

She'd saved the lot of them. And now she just wanted him to save her too. But he was arguing. Of course he was. It's what they did every time they were ever around each other, wasn't it? But this. This was different. They didn't have time and she couldn't handle herself anymore. Could stand the thought of losing it, losing herself to what he'd turned her into. And she'd tried. She'd tried to stay away from the blood, for him, for herself, but it just didn't work. She was just too weak and the call of the blood too strong and she fell. She fell to it every time.

"Lauren, please don't make me do it." Mitchell was begging, begging her not to make him, but he had to. If anyone did it, it had to be hi.

"You have to. The me I used to be, she's almost gone, soon all that's gonna be left is her."

More arguing, but then. Then he did it. And she could feel the stake slip through her like a knife. It hurt. Oh, God, it hurt but it was over. The monster she'd become was finally gone.

Until it wasn't.

Lauren woke up what felt like mere minutes later, on the street in alley much as the one she'd died in, but it was different. She scrambled to her feet, looking wildly around, trying to gain some ground, get some kind of berrings about her surroundings. "Mitchell?" she called out, futile attempt really. He'd have been long gone by now.

She darted down the alley, out onto the street, bumping into some random passerby. "Sorry." she muttered, hardly even casting a glance in their direction.

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onthefringes
2013-10-08 07:26 pm UTC (link)

Mitchell had no idea how he was doing at the whole 'comforting boyfriend' thing. Lydia was strong, tougher than she realised even, but seeing her upset over Lizzie being sent away was difficult for him, making him want to just do something to fix it, somehow, anything, and being frustrated when he couldn't.

Not to mention the fact he couldn't smoke in Lydia's apartment. Not that he'd ever actually asked her permission to do it, it was just that somehow living with Hal had made him almost ashamed of the habit, that was actually pretty disgusting, if he was honest with himself. And he didn't want his girlfriend's place to stink of the stuff. So when, and only when, he knew Jane was looking after her baby sister (or was Lydia looking after Jane? Or both?) Mitchell excused himself for 'fresh air'.

If 'fresh' meant a cloud of cigarette smoke.

Because he had always thought those smokers who hung around in doorways were rather pathetic, he began to walk, mostly aimlessly, not really paying any attention to where he was going. When he bumped into someone, it wasn't exactly a surprise.

The British accent was though.

That British accent.

Mitchell froze and stared. Words stuck in his throat for a while before he finally called her name. "Lauren?"

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whoareyousaving
2013-10-08 08:03 pm UTC (link)

Lauren froze when she realized exactly who she'd collided with. How had- but had't he- No, it didn't matter what had happened, where he'd gone, because the important thing was that he was here and right now she needed him because nothing was making sense. "Mitchell. What the fuck is going on?" she asked, staring wildly up at him, waiting for an answer.

She reached over and plucked the cigarette from between his fingers to steal a drag from it. Funny, she'd only just been blubbering on at him about how she used to worry about her Mum finding out about her smoking. But what did it matter anymore? Not like she was using her lungs properly anymore, right?

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onthefringes
2013-10-09 05:48 pm UTC (link)

It was her. It was actually her and holy fucking shit, how was he supposed to answer that? The ex, who he had killed, twice, was standing in front of him and apparently stealing his cigarette. Mitchell made a vague gesture that she should keep it as he tried to make his brain actually catch up.

"Okay, okay, short version. You've been pulled to another reality. We both have. You, me, about a couple of hundred other people. A mystical Seal opened a gateway between worlds and stuff I don't understand happened and..." he paused and took a very unneeded breath.

"Lauren, it's 2013. October 2013."

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whoareyousaving
2013-10-09 06:00 pm UTC (link)

She shrugged and kept the cigarette as he'd silently given her permission to do and she stood there, watching him as he tried to gather himself, to get some kind of answer for everything that was happening pulled together. "Well, come on, out with it then." She pushed impatiently, looking at him expectantly.

And then the explanation happened and she wasn't even sure what to make of it. "What?" she scrunched her nose at his answer and when he said it was October of twenty-thirteen, a laugh escaped. "You're a fucking arse, you know that!" she shoved his shoulders lightly. "This is fucking funny, Mitchell! What the fuck is actually going on?!"

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onthefringes
2013-10-10 08:08 am UTC (link)

Of course, she didn't believe him. He wouldn't believe him either. As stories went, it was pretty insane, to say the least, and trying to prove it all was damn near impossible. Well, maybe he could manage one bit. Mitchell fished in his pocket for his phone, holding it out so she could see the date.

And also that it was a new iPhone.

Well, newish. But definitely a later model than she would have seen before.

"I'm not joking, Lauren. I wish I was, but I'm not. We're in another world, another time, and it's fucking dangerous here. There are things that make Herrick look like an easy bastard." That was something that did scare him. For most of his life, Herrick had been the strength. Either as his mentor or his enemy, Herrick had been power. But the things in Lawrence, Supers, Originals, demons, Lucifer, all made his maker look like a weakling.

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whoareyousaving
2013-10-10 11:25 am UTC (link)

She frowned as he pulled out a phone she'd definitely not seen before, but really what did that say. That didn't mean anything. Did it? Her face faltered, just slightly, just enough to show there was maybe a little doubt mixed in, but what he was saying. It was crazy, it couldn't be true.

"You've got to be. This isn't possible. Other worlds, Mitchell? I know we're vampires and all, but come on, we're not a science fiction film! We're not bloody Doctor Who, here!" That, though. That caught her attention. Even if everything he was saying was crazy, calling that man simple in that way... "What do you mean? Things? What things? What could be worse than Herrick?" Because really, in her opinion, there wasn't much that was worse than the vampires she'd been dumped off to.

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onthefringes
2013-10-10 07:03 pm UTC (link)

"Actually there are people from Doctor Who," Mitchell's first reaction, mildly muttered probably wasn't the most helpful, but really was the first thing that came to his head. Not that he'd spoken to the Who lot, but he knew they were there, and he'd even watched an episode or two of the show, back in the old days.

"And have you ever known me to be a bloody science fiction fan? Not the kind of shit I'd make up, Lauren." He rolled his eyes, he couldn't help it. Still, he sighed, feeling suddenly weary.

"The Devil. Simply put." Agitated, he ran his hands over his hair, trying to figure out how to say it. "We've also been thrown into the middle of the fucking Apocalypse. Lucifer trying to destroy the world."

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whoareyousaving
2013-10-10 07:16 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, shut up." She rolled her eyes at that comment. There was no way she was having any of this. It just wasn't possible. It couldn't be. How could it? Magic? She was pretty sure that was just bloody ridiculous. It had to be something else. Or one of them was mental. That was still on her list of acceptable answers. Particularly if it was Mitchell.

"Fine. Point. But still!" she tossed the cigarette she'd stolen from him to the ground when she was finished with it, putting it out with the toe of her shoe, watching him. He was so...frazzled. It didn't make her feel any better.

She didn't say anything for a long moment, staring at him, studying him really. So maybe they had been a really terribly wrecked sort of fling, but she did know him at least a little. Enough to know when he wasn't joking anymore. Lauren's face fell as what he'd said actually processed. "What do you mean?" was all she could dumbly manage to get out, though.

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