no worse than either series
main character: Amy Madison
disclaimer: Amy Madison is the creation of Joss Whedon, as are all other references to Sunnydale. Screed and all other Toronto vampires are property of whoever holds the rights to Forever Knight, as is Tracy Vetter.
distribution: Jinni, Paula - anyone else ask first.
note: AU post S3, sometime before Season 6 . Response to Jinni's 20 minutes w/ Amy challenge.
There had been a horrible fight. Willow and some other witch, a girl that she hadn't known before. One of the many things that had happened was that her cage had fallen to the floor, and the sides had popped apart. Cheap construction - really, things theses days...
But she'd taken advantage of the opportunity and fled. It didn't matter to her that Willow and that other witch were arguing, didn't matter that emotions were running high - or rather, it did matter. It scared her half to death, and so Amy was running as fast as her furry rat feet would carry her out. Away from the witches before the burned the house down around her.
She ended up scurrying out of the house, and down the street. Pausing to catch her breath at a bus stop, Amy wondered - why stay in Sunnydale? It was full of evil and dangers, and that other witch had positively reeked of cat. Willow and Giles hadn't been able to make her human again, wouldn't she be safer going elsewhere? When a bus stopped, she scurried along, hidden from view by the old woman muttering and the bored teen with his long stringy hair. It stopped at the main bus station, and she remained there, crouched under a seat. The bus would go somewhere else soon, and she'd be leaving with it.
and Hello Toronto?
With a mental shrug, Amy managed to keep hidden on the bus until dark, sneaking out when the humans were no longer looking. She would need to find somewhere to hide, away from stray cats and dogs. Twitching her tail, she headed for a sewer grate, and down she went.
"Nice plump looking mousie, aren't you?" There was something wrong with the voice, a funny accent and a slight hiss.
Peering upwards, Amy saw a vampire dressed in tattered clothing, sharp teeth bared as he reached for her. Squeaking, she darted back into the narrow pipe, petrified. She'd figured that she'd have to avoid cars and dogs, but she'd always assumed that the vampires would be too busy going after humans to bother with a mouse. She hated being wrong. Hated it, hated it, hated it....
"Screed, how are you?" Another voice, with a Spanish accent. This guy was much cuter, and dressed better as well, in dark pants and a loose shirt that hugged muscles. Wow...
"Ahhh, Vachon. I'm good." The scary looking vampire smiled, reaching out to clap the handsome one's arm. Like they were friends...
"So why were you glaring at the wall?" He was smiling, almost amused.
"There was this soft, plump little mouse. Probably sweet and tasty... But it ran right back into the wall." He shook his head mournfully.
Amy's nose twitched as she reminded herself that she couldn't attack the vampire - it wouldn't work. She was NOT plump! Really, especially not with all the exercise from that silly wheel...
"Sometimes they just get away. But I'm sure there are plenty of other rats and mice in the sewers."
"True, but that one... The tasty looking ones always run." Screed was walking away with the other one, Vachon?
Quivering, Amy scurried out of the pipes and back to the street. Surely there was a magic shop in this city. Surely she could... And then a thought came crashing down on her. WHY had she been waiting for someone else to fix her problem? Why hadn't she been worrying about a way to de-rat herself? She'd done this, why couldn't she undo this?
Eventually, she found a store that smelled of mingled herbs. She managed to squeeze under the door, although it felt like she'd scraped her back in the process. Breathing in the mingled scents, she looked until she found a large area with some soft pillows, and she crouched there, trying to focus all of her power and intent on being human again. She felt dizzy, and everything went dark.
Opening her eyes, Amy felt almost sick, and cold. Her balance felt off, and she looked at herself, expecting the long tail and the furry flanks. Pale skin with goose bumps met her eyes. She had hands, and hair, and no mouse ears, no tail. She was human again. And a bit naked. Hmmmm, this could be a bit of a problem...
She couldn't just stay here. There had to be a way out. And maybe something to wear? She looked at the store, seeing herbs and oils and books and cards and crystals and feathers and tapes and CD's, but no blankets or shirts.
That was about the time that she heard someone shout 'Police! Freeze!'
Amy closed her eyes, feeling herself blushing. It was almost worth it to get rid of the goose bumps, but not quite. "I think I am freezing."
And so she found herself wrapped in a police blanket and taken to the Toronto police station, arrested by one Officer Tracy Vetter. It was embarrassing, and might lead to quite a few problems, but Amy was smiling. At least there would be no vampires at the police station.
end Hello Toronto.