[TheNoir] Devil and the Angel
- From: Johnathon Micheals <laughingcorpse07@xxxxxxxxx>
- To: Noir <thenoir@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 9 Dec 2004 18:52:08 -0800 (PST)
Devil and the Angel
by Vanir E. Wagner and Anita Tessasohn featuring Ethera
Vanir set Ethera up at one of the spare work stations in the corner. He didn't
know what had come over the child but she had suddenly become rather
industrious overnight. He flicked a glance at her. Taller, too, I think.
The only thing that was truly troubling him was what happened to Bella.
Something was very wrong on the ship.
Anita instinctively touched her small wound, compliments of the captain. Not
following Maureen's instructions, she wandered about the ship. The doors
weren?t hard to unlock, just a simple code she remembered was used and she
found herself exploring. Again. The corridors were too quiet, as if people were
observing her through security devices. She smirked, at least they get to see a
show if anything happened.
There was a sudden urge to see the engine room. She frowned at the compulsion
but made her way there. The warp core. It would be so easy if she just shot the
core right now, blasting everyone to kingdom come. A light laugh came from her,
but she quickly silenced it.
As was his usual, before he started any sort of work day, Vanir closed his eyes
and said a prayer. It might have been an especially fervent one. Sure, Bella
scared the daylights out of him but it was nothing he couldn't get over. He
just had the feeling that they were all in need of powerful protection.
"Don't tell me, you're the resident priest?" Anita looked at the man kneeling
with his head down a little. She crossed her arms with a smile.
Vanir was startled and jumped to his feet. Every bit of caution he had was
telling him to get away. This woman hadn't been at the meeting. She had to be
the one Bella had been talking about and the one who cut her. "I haven't had
the calling for that," he said carefully. "Im an engineer, not a priest."
"How touching, the core needs some 'divine intervention'." Anita replied. A
thought came by that she might be able to play with this new person. The rest
aside from Maureen didn?t know how to play well, "What's your name Father
Mechanic?"
"Everything needs divine intervention," Vanir said calmly. "I'm Vanir Wagner
and I am going to assume that you are Anita, the woman who was in the brig."
Anita laughed at Vanir's first statement as she looked at him amused,
"apparently divine intervention missed me. Wonder why." She tilted her head
slightly to the right, staring at the man. He didn't look armed, "and you're
right. I'm Anita. Someone on the ship can't stop talking about me. Let me
guess... Maureen?" When he made no reply, "Cervin? Shane...?"
"Neither. It was Isabella. I know you two have met," he said dryly. He knew he
was being looked over, assessed. He waited.
"Oh, the poor girl must be scared shitless of me now. Such a waste really, she
had potential," Anita thought about their encounter for a moment and then
shrugged, "Crossed my path the wrong way I suppose. So, Vanir, what are you? I
would say genetically engineered, but," Anita gave him another searching look,
"you don't seem the type. Something's missing."
"What am I? Ach, you'd know if you hadn't been in the brig. The technical term
is homo sapiens superioris. The common term is mutant. This is all by the hand
of God," he said simply. He shouldn't probably ask but he did. "And what might
be missing?"
Ethera had stopped working. She heard Mr. Wagner talking to someone and he
seemed very tense. He didn't say I couldn't leave the console, she told herself
so she crept closer.
Anita heard soft footsteps, but she ignored it. They were coming from behind
Vanir, she'd be prepared. Her attention shifted back to Vanir, "What's missing?
Oh that's easy Mr. Vanir, you have no spark. Praying, carefully worded
answers," she sighed, "and here I thought the rest of the crew were humorless.
At least Maureen knows how to dish back," Anita frowned again, she didn't like
their last encounter, but Maureen did know how to play.
"Sorry to disappoint you but I'm no fool. I have better things to do than to
end up another one of your victims and I do not believe in violence for its own
sake," Vanir replied. He heard movement from behind him and nearly flinched
when he caught sight of familiar bright red curls. "Go back to where you were.
Now."
Ethera froze. He never spoke to her like that. Instead of doing as he said, she
inched closer, not taking her eyes off the strange woman.
Anita smiled, "Oh, don?t worry, Im not about to cut you. Yet," She moved past
him, making sure there was enough distance from both of them so that Vanir
couldn't stop her. She saw a little girl, "a child... thought I always wanted a
child. That opportunity passed," she said to no one in particular. "What's your
name, sweetpea?"
"Get. Away. From. Her." The voice left no room for misunderstanding. "Now."
Ethera stared at the woman. She was making Mr. Wagner angry and she'd only felt
that from him once. When he took her away from Master Xid.
Anita turned to Vanir, "if you noticed, dear, she's too far away from me to do
anything." She turned back to the kid, "what's your name, sweetheart?"
Vanir stepped back, not away from Anita but toward Ethera. The girl looked up
him, mutely asking if she should reply. He nodded, very briefly.
"I'm Ethera."
"Aw, Ethera, what a nice name," Anita smiled sweetly at her. "I take it Mr.
Vanir here is your protector. Good, we don?t want the boogeyman to come out for
you. Especially me," she perked her eyes up.
"He sure is. He took me away from Master Xid and threatened to beat him up. Now
he's teaching me to read and other stuff," Ethera replied, her adoration
obvious in her voice.
"Miss Anita...let me make something very clear. Nobody goes after this child
without me going after them," Vanir said coldly.
Anita chuckled, "I'm not after her, dear. And if you're going to make threats,
well.. last I checked, I merely made a comment." She took a step closer to
Vanir, "now I know what to do in order to get you panties in a twist." Anita
blew him a kiss and slowly turned and walked away. "Oh Ethera, have a good
night dear, I promise you, there aren't many these days."
"I do not make threats. I make promises," Vanir told her.
She stopped, not bothering to turn around, "And you'll do what? Make my life a
living hell?" She laughed, turning back to him, "Make all the promises you
want, Vanir. Ain?t gonna stop me. Besides, you go after me, sure you won't fall
from grace?" She chuckled at the thought.
"I am so very touched by your concern. Why don't you see tour own salvation and
I'll see to mine," he told her. "Of course if you should need help, ask."
"Salvation," Anita laughed as she clapped her hands, "oh that's good. It's a
little late for me. Well, have a good night. Bye Ethera, so nice to meet such a
pretty girl. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you, precious." She turned and
exited, maybe Vanir would be fun to play with.
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