A Twist of Fate
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5
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Return to L.A.
Ok...here it is. My first attempt at Moonlight fan fiction and I'm feeling really nervous. First off, I have to thank PNWgal for agreeing to beta this jumbled mess into something legible...so thank you, Jen!!
Also, I want to say sorry in advance if it sucks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight blah, blah, blah....
Title: A Twist of Fate
Author: Utterly Absurd (aka Moonlight Mistress)
Beta: The wonderful Miss PNWgal
Spoilers: Anything is game up to and including episode 12
Chapter 1 - Return to L.A.
Olivia, a tall, thin brunette with waist length hair wearing a business suite, stepped out of the cab and into the sweltering L.A. night. It had been so long since she had been here that she had almost forgotten how increasingly hot L.A. summers could be....almost. Even at 10 PM the temperature was a sweltering 88 degrees. After living in New Orleans for four years, one would think she would have grown accustomed to the heat, but for a vampire it’s much different. Why she still decided on living in hot climates as a vamp was even beyond her. She guessed she just liked the weather. But, she always came prepared. She had booked a suite at the same vamp friendly hotel that she frequented for the better part of 30 years now. They pulled out all the stops including deep freezers in every room and freshies of both genders and all blood types. This kind of luxury always comes at a price, but this time she wasn’t the one picking up the tab. The Los Angeles District Attorney’s office was. They even found her a pent house suite that she could move into next week and they paid the first month’s rent. God, were they desperate.
Ever since being turned she tried her hand at a variety of career choices. She’d been to college several times and had several degrees, some of which were in advanced chemistry, philosophy, journalism, health administration, and so on. Her most recent degree was in criminal law.
Since she graduated from Loyola Law School in New Orleans a year ago, she successfully passed the bar exam with flying colors and was immediately offered a job at one of the most respected firms in New Orleans. But, as the year flew by, she began to realize that she’d been almost ten years without checking up on him....Jack. The love of her life was now 85 years old and long since married with three beautiful children. She’d met him in L.A. where they both grew up – he’d been a war buddy of her brother’s – and he’d never left. After she was turned she couldn’t conceive of living there another moment...not after what had happened. So she fled. Yes, it was hard at first being on her own, but she eventually found her footing and made a good life for herself, if you could call it a “life”, anyway. She traveled all of the United States, determined to experience living in each state at least once, and then traveled the world. (Luckily, vamps come in all professions but the most useful were the ones who could create new identities. Olivia had befriended a couple of them and used their services regularly.) But, she always found herself back every few years...here in L.A. She didn’t want to. It was always a heart wrenching experience, but she couldn’t stop herself. Every few years her mind would wander back to him and she’d begin to wonder how he was doing...without her. So, she’d return, if only for a few days, just to see how his life was going. She never talked to him or let him see her. No, that would raise too many questions: Why did she leave him without saying a word? Where had she been? Why did she still look 25 when she should look 80? No, of course that would never do. Instead she just watched him from the shadows. She had been devastated when during a visit three years after her turning to find him happily married, but...what had she expected? For him to live his entire life pining after her? Then came the children. First one, then two, and finally three – two boys and one girl. They were all beautiful...she couldn’t deny that. They all looked just like him.
As the years ticked by her visits became fewer and further between. Of course, once the thought occurred to her, she couldn’t get it out of her head, so she made plans. She was busy on a case at the moment, but in a few months she’d make her journey.
The next day as she was staring mindlessly at some deposition documents for her recent case she had the urge to check the L.A. Times for any job openings. After looking for several minutes she came upon an ad for an assistant district attorney position open at the L.A. County D.A.’s office. Looking back on it, she couldn’t tell why she decided to apply for the job. It paid a good amount less then what she was currently making at her private firm, but it kept nagging at her. So, she picked up the phone and dialed the number provided in the ad. After speaking to Judy from human resources she printed off her resume and sent it in. She didn’t really expect for anything to come of it. She even thought of calling them back and taking her name out of consideration, but something kept eating at her guts...telling her not to. She told herself she’d never live L.A. again -- too many bad memories...but here she was, applying for a permanent position at a lower paying job just to get back there. Was it Jack? Was it home sickness finally catching up to her? Something else? She couldn’t tell.
Then one day, the phone rang. She’d gotten the job on nothing but a look at her resume and a short phone conversation. The desperate saps didn’t even ask to have her come in for a face to face interview before throwing the job at her feet. But, she had to admit, she was good....very good and they were in dire need of a new ADA. She was to begin as soon as she finished up her current case in New Orleans.
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Apparently the last permanent ADA was killed working on a case 5 months back and the L.A. District Attorney’s office still hadn’t found a suitable replacement. They had give two guys test runs, but they just didn’t seem to pan out due to lack of experience and ego problems. Upon hearing this Olivia knew she was a god send for them. Not only did she have excellent experience from internships, from working at her last firm in New Orleans, and from life in general, she also wasn’t arrogant...at least not as much as some lawyers. Some would even say she was humble, which is odd for a vampire, let alone a vampire with multiple college degrees and years of experience in many fields. But, she liked to believe that she hadn’t changed THAT much from her human existence. Her mother taught her and her brother long ago that you catch more flies with honey then with vinegar. Both she and her brother had apparently taken this advice to heart, since they were both heart breakers in their human years before succumbing to their “one true love”, Olivia especially. She could remember many late nights spent in the back of one boy or another’s car hoping that her brother wouldn’t catch her and drag her home by the hair to their worrying mother. But, she always kept her virtue intact, no matter how much the boy of the moment begged or how much her brother denied it to be true. Looking back she knew she only ran around to annoy him, simply to show him that he wasn’t her father. Their father had died of cancer when she was eight and he was thirteen and he had tried mightily to assume the role.
God, her brother, how she missed him. Her mother, too. Family isn’t something that a vampire can indulge in once turned, so she hadn’t seen either of them since she left. She only learned of her mother’s death during one of her visits twenty five years ago...heart attack. She had only found out because one of her vamp acquaintances from the hotel had told her. God, she felt terrible...she couldn’t even attend the funeral. Then there was her brother. He was dead, too. He died that night. She killed him...that bitch told Olivia she killed him and Olivia had cried. Until she thought her eyes would burst and her face would split. She couldn’t attend his funeral either because she was trapped in that abandoned-ware house for months with no one to keep her company but the rats, which she sometimes drank from when the hunger was too intense to wait, and her....
Bad memories...best not to dredge those up right now.
Now was the time for new beginnings. Well, not really new...she knew the streets of L.A. like the back of her hand, but new in the sense that everything was so drastically different from the last time she lived here. She sighed as she looked up at the night sky. The cab driver had already driven away some minutes before after she paid him and he helped set her bags on the side walk next to her feet. Her other possessions were on their way to L.A. in a delivery truck and would be here next week once she had the chance to move into her new pent house. So, now she just had to cross the street to get to the hotel and relax. It was a long flight by vampire standards...what with the body heat and human smells trapped in a confined space for the better part of 6 hours. Now, all she wanted to do was get inside and take advantage of the deep freezer that awaited her, already frosted and ready to go.
She picked up her suit cases and was about to step onto the street when she noticed a perky blond running toward her, waving her hands back and forth.
“Miss!!”
Olivia scrunched her brow together trying to figure out who this small woman could be scampering toward her with a huge smile on her face. She felt like she’d seen her somewhere before.
“Miss, sorry to bother you!” The young woman panted when she reached Olivia across the street. “My name is Beth Turner and I –“
Beth Turner...she recognized that name....BuzzWire.
She cut Beth off, “Oh yes, Beth Turner, BuzzWire! I knew I recognized you.”
‘I wonder what this is about’, Olivia wondered as she offered Beth a smile while she sat her suit cases back down and put out her right hand. Beth took the offer and they exchanged hellos.
“You’ve seen my reports, then?” Beth asked with pleasant surprise in her voice.
“Oh yes, I check BuzzWire every so often just to see what’s going on in my home town. Plus, I’m a sucker for celebrity gossip,” She answered with a laugh in her voice.
Beth’s face fell when she heard Olivia’s words and Olivia could pick up on the slight increase in her heart beat. ‘What the heck is this?’ she thought again.
“I see, so you grew up here?”
“Yes. What can I do for you Miss Turner?”
“Well, my friend across the street saw you standing over here just now and he got the strange feeling that he might know you.”
‘Oh, great, some sap wants to get my number and he sends his very blond friend over as his wing man’ Olivia thought as she inwardly rolled her eyes.
“So, why doesn’t you friend come over here and just talk to me himself?” What the hell, she’d play along.
“I guess he can be kind of shy” Beth answered.
They both took a glance across the street, but her friend was nowhere in sight. Olivia took deep breath to survey the air and and she was surprised at what she found. Vampire. Miss Turner’s friend was a vampire. She also smelled this vampire on Beth. Who could it be? She tried to dig up memories of vamps she’d met in L.A., but none had come to mind that wouldn’t just approach her directly.
“Why is he hiding in the shadows, Miss Turner?”
“Please, call me Beth. It might be because this happened to him not too long ago and it didn’t go well....seeing someone he knew from a long time ago on the street that is”.
From a long time ago?
“I’m sorry Miss...I’m so rude that I didn’t ask your name”, Beth apologized.
“It’s quite alright. It’s Olivia.” She said with a smile. “Olivia St. John”.
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Ok, that's all for now. Tell me if I should continue or not...either way, thanks for reading!
~UA
Also, I want to say sorry in advance if it sucks!
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight blah, blah, blah....
Title: A Twist of Fate
Author: Utterly Absurd (aka Moonlight Mistress)
Beta: The wonderful Miss PNWgal
Spoilers: Anything is game up to and including episode 12
Chapter 1 - Return to L.A.
Olivia, a tall, thin brunette with waist length hair wearing a business suite, stepped out of the cab and into the sweltering L.A. night. It had been so long since she had been here that she had almost forgotten how increasingly hot L.A. summers could be....almost. Even at 10 PM the temperature was a sweltering 88 degrees. After living in New Orleans for four years, one would think she would have grown accustomed to the heat, but for a vampire it’s much different. Why she still decided on living in hot climates as a vamp was even beyond her. She guessed she just liked the weather. But, she always came prepared. She had booked a suite at the same vamp friendly hotel that she frequented for the better part of 30 years now. They pulled out all the stops including deep freezers in every room and freshies of both genders and all blood types. This kind of luxury always comes at a price, but this time she wasn’t the one picking up the tab. The Los Angeles District Attorney’s office was. They even found her a pent house suite that she could move into next week and they paid the first month’s rent. God, were they desperate.
Ever since being turned she tried her hand at a variety of career choices. She’d been to college several times and had several degrees, some of which were in advanced chemistry, philosophy, journalism, health administration, and so on. Her most recent degree was in criminal law.
Since she graduated from Loyola Law School in New Orleans a year ago, she successfully passed the bar exam with flying colors and was immediately offered a job at one of the most respected firms in New Orleans. But, as the year flew by, she began to realize that she’d been almost ten years without checking up on him....Jack. The love of her life was now 85 years old and long since married with three beautiful children. She’d met him in L.A. where they both grew up – he’d been a war buddy of her brother’s – and he’d never left. After she was turned she couldn’t conceive of living there another moment...not after what had happened. So she fled. Yes, it was hard at first being on her own, but she eventually found her footing and made a good life for herself, if you could call it a “life”, anyway. She traveled all of the United States, determined to experience living in each state at least once, and then traveled the world. (Luckily, vamps come in all professions but the most useful were the ones who could create new identities. Olivia had befriended a couple of them and used their services regularly.) But, she always found herself back every few years...here in L.A. She didn’t want to. It was always a heart wrenching experience, but she couldn’t stop herself. Every few years her mind would wander back to him and she’d begin to wonder how he was doing...without her. So, she’d return, if only for a few days, just to see how his life was going. She never talked to him or let him see her. No, that would raise too many questions: Why did she leave him without saying a word? Where had she been? Why did she still look 25 when she should look 80? No, of course that would never do. Instead she just watched him from the shadows. She had been devastated when during a visit three years after her turning to find him happily married, but...what had she expected? For him to live his entire life pining after her? Then came the children. First one, then two, and finally three – two boys and one girl. They were all beautiful...she couldn’t deny that. They all looked just like him.
As the years ticked by her visits became fewer and further between. Of course, once the thought occurred to her, she couldn’t get it out of her head, so she made plans. She was busy on a case at the moment, but in a few months she’d make her journey.
The next day as she was staring mindlessly at some deposition documents for her recent case she had the urge to check the L.A. Times for any job openings. After looking for several minutes she came upon an ad for an assistant district attorney position open at the L.A. County D.A.’s office. Looking back on it, she couldn’t tell why she decided to apply for the job. It paid a good amount less then what she was currently making at her private firm, but it kept nagging at her. So, she picked up the phone and dialed the number provided in the ad. After speaking to Judy from human resources she printed off her resume and sent it in. She didn’t really expect for anything to come of it. She even thought of calling them back and taking her name out of consideration, but something kept eating at her guts...telling her not to. She told herself she’d never live L.A. again -- too many bad memories...but here she was, applying for a permanent position at a lower paying job just to get back there. Was it Jack? Was it home sickness finally catching up to her? Something else? She couldn’t tell.
Then one day, the phone rang. She’d gotten the job on nothing but a look at her resume and a short phone conversation. The desperate saps didn’t even ask to have her come in for a face to face interview before throwing the job at her feet. But, she had to admit, she was good....very good and they were in dire need of a new ADA. She was to begin as soon as she finished up her current case in New Orleans.
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Apparently the last permanent ADA was killed working on a case 5 months back and the L.A. District Attorney’s office still hadn’t found a suitable replacement. They had give two guys test runs, but they just didn’t seem to pan out due to lack of experience and ego problems. Upon hearing this Olivia knew she was a god send for them. Not only did she have excellent experience from internships, from working at her last firm in New Orleans, and from life in general, she also wasn’t arrogant...at least not as much as some lawyers. Some would even say she was humble, which is odd for a vampire, let alone a vampire with multiple college degrees and years of experience in many fields. But, she liked to believe that she hadn’t changed THAT much from her human existence. Her mother taught her and her brother long ago that you catch more flies with honey then with vinegar. Both she and her brother had apparently taken this advice to heart, since they were both heart breakers in their human years before succumbing to their “one true love”, Olivia especially. She could remember many late nights spent in the back of one boy or another’s car hoping that her brother wouldn’t catch her and drag her home by the hair to their worrying mother. But, she always kept her virtue intact, no matter how much the boy of the moment begged or how much her brother denied it to be true. Looking back she knew she only ran around to annoy him, simply to show him that he wasn’t her father. Their father had died of cancer when she was eight and he was thirteen and he had tried mightily to assume the role.
God, her brother, how she missed him. Her mother, too. Family isn’t something that a vampire can indulge in once turned, so she hadn’t seen either of them since she left. She only learned of her mother’s death during one of her visits twenty five years ago...heart attack. She had only found out because one of her vamp acquaintances from the hotel had told her. God, she felt terrible...she couldn’t even attend the funeral. Then there was her brother. He was dead, too. He died that night. She killed him...that bitch told Olivia she killed him and Olivia had cried. Until she thought her eyes would burst and her face would split. She couldn’t attend his funeral either because she was trapped in that abandoned-ware house for months with no one to keep her company but the rats, which she sometimes drank from when the hunger was too intense to wait, and her....
Bad memories...best not to dredge those up right now.
Now was the time for new beginnings. Well, not really new...she knew the streets of L.A. like the back of her hand, but new in the sense that everything was so drastically different from the last time she lived here. She sighed as she looked up at the night sky. The cab driver had already driven away some minutes before after she paid him and he helped set her bags on the side walk next to her feet. Her other possessions were on their way to L.A. in a delivery truck and would be here next week once she had the chance to move into her new pent house. So, now she just had to cross the street to get to the hotel and relax. It was a long flight by vampire standards...what with the body heat and human smells trapped in a confined space for the better part of 6 hours. Now, all she wanted to do was get inside and take advantage of the deep freezer that awaited her, already frosted and ready to go.
She picked up her suit cases and was about to step onto the street when she noticed a perky blond running toward her, waving her hands back and forth.
“Miss!!”
Olivia scrunched her brow together trying to figure out who this small woman could be scampering toward her with a huge smile on her face. She felt like she’d seen her somewhere before.
“Miss, sorry to bother you!” The young woman panted when she reached Olivia across the street. “My name is Beth Turner and I –“
Beth Turner...she recognized that name....BuzzWire.
She cut Beth off, “Oh yes, Beth Turner, BuzzWire! I knew I recognized you.”
‘I wonder what this is about’, Olivia wondered as she offered Beth a smile while she sat her suit cases back down and put out her right hand. Beth took the offer and they exchanged hellos.
“You’ve seen my reports, then?” Beth asked with pleasant surprise in her voice.
“Oh yes, I check BuzzWire every so often just to see what’s going on in my home town. Plus, I’m a sucker for celebrity gossip,” She answered with a laugh in her voice.
Beth’s face fell when she heard Olivia’s words and Olivia could pick up on the slight increase in her heart beat. ‘What the heck is this?’ she thought again.
“I see, so you grew up here?”
“Yes. What can I do for you Miss Turner?”
“Well, my friend across the street saw you standing over here just now and he got the strange feeling that he might know you.”
‘Oh, great, some sap wants to get my number and he sends his very blond friend over as his wing man’ Olivia thought as she inwardly rolled her eyes.
“So, why doesn’t you friend come over here and just talk to me himself?” What the hell, she’d play along.
“I guess he can be kind of shy” Beth answered.
They both took a glance across the street, but her friend was nowhere in sight. Olivia took deep breath to survey the air and and she was surprised at what she found. Vampire. Miss Turner’s friend was a vampire. She also smelled this vampire on Beth. Who could it be? She tried to dig up memories of vamps she’d met in L.A., but none had come to mind that wouldn’t just approach her directly.
“Why is he hiding in the shadows, Miss Turner?”
“Please, call me Beth. It might be because this happened to him not too long ago and it didn’t go well....seeing someone he knew from a long time ago on the street that is”.
From a long time ago?
“I’m sorry Miss...I’m so rude that I didn’t ask your name”, Beth apologized.
“It’s quite alright. It’s Olivia.” She said with a smile. “Olivia St. John”.
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Ok, that's all for now. Tell me if I should continue or not...either way, thanks for reading!
~UA