Continuation of Wraith Queen
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John sat with his back against the wall in a dark, damp cell, his legs extended and his feet resting in a black, watery puddle. His arms were chained to shackles protruding from the wall behind him and his wrists were raw from heaving on them, as they were a proven bright red. He was filthy, exhausted, and filled with despair.
His eyes were fixed on the decomposing body across the cell whose skeletal remains still wore their shackles like shiny, metal bracelets against their bone. He did not know how long he had been staring, when he heard the steady beat of footsteps approaching from down the long, echoing corridor outside his cell.
The guard outside his cell straightened and John knew it must be her. He turned his head away, remembering her cold, twisted face and surged with fury at his own inability to do anything about it. He heard murmuring outside the steel bars and watched as the guard nodded silently, fumbled for his keys, and opened the cell door that gave an awful metallic groan.
Teyla walked in, head high, eyes blazing. She stood over him as he mustered whatever strength he had to look into her warped face and not be ill. “I have heard you are not cooperating, Colonel,” she said in a loud, cold voice.
“Well, I guess I’m just not much of a team player anymore,” he said defiantly, his eyes shining.
Her face twisted into what John guessed was supposed to have been a smile, but looked more malicious and evil than anything else. “I think,” she said gently as she knelt down towards him, her robe dangling now in the same black puddle at his feet. “I think we have been going about this the wrong way. I think I understand now what would properly motivate you, Colonel Sheppard.”
She placed a discolored cold hand over his eyes and he resisted momentarily. He could feel her life force pulsating in the palm of her hand but he could not see her eyes close nor see her mouth moving rapidly, as if chanting silently to herself. John felt strange, like a cloud entered his mind, swirling and invading his every thought.
When she finally pulled her hand away, his eyes blinked rapidly; confused as he stared into the face of the woman he thought he had lost forever.
“Teyla? Is it really you?”
Her glowing skin and bright brown eyes swayed softly, basked in a strange golden light. She smiled and turned away furtively, as if looking for something.
“John, please we must hurry!” she said turning back. “We do not have much time! Tell me; tell me what they want to know. How is the machine activated?”
John’s eyes were brimming with tears of joy and disbelief as he rushed to his knees, edging closer to her, and searching her beautiful face.. “Oh Teyla, I thought you were dead! They took over your body and…..and….God, I can’t believe you’re really here. There’s so much I wanted to tell you before and…..”
“Shhhhh….hush now,” she said, her perfect smile wide. She reached out with her tan hand and held his face comfortingly. “All is well now John. Be afraid no more.” She paused turning away again much to his dismay, as he desperately wanted her face near his. “But you must tell me the answer. Quickly! We cannot let them gain access to the Lantian device.”
John gulped, still entranced by the golden light and by his own desperate emotions. “I think the key is…..my blood,” he said fixated as her smile deepened wickedly.
She leaned forward and with her soft lips she kissed him, their lips pressing against each other hungrily as a tear streaked down John’s filthy cheek.
She pulled away suddenly leaving John kneeling there, breathless, confused. She stood quickly and looking down, her features beginning to quiver underneath the golden light. Her brown hair was slowly being replaced by wisps of silver and her teeth seemed to slip out from underneath her lips, forming into jagged fangs.
John gasped in surprise and shook his head violently, the last of the enchantment slipping away as he looked up into the eyes of the horrible, malevolent version of Teyla once again.
“So predictable…..so…..WEAK,” she said coldly.
John crumpled against the wall, the weight of realization overcoming him, as his heart thudded with the truth he so longed to hide. Teyla was gone.
His eyes were fixed on the decomposing body across the cell whose skeletal remains still wore their shackles like shiny, metal bracelets against their bone. He did not know how long he had been staring, when he heard the steady beat of footsteps approaching from down the long, echoing corridor outside his cell.
The guard outside his cell straightened and John knew it must be her. He turned his head away, remembering her cold, twisted face and surged with fury at his own inability to do anything about it. He heard murmuring outside the steel bars and watched as the guard nodded silently, fumbled for his keys, and opened the cell door that gave an awful metallic groan.
Teyla walked in, head high, eyes blazing. She stood over him as he mustered whatever strength he had to look into her warped face and not be ill. “I have heard you are not cooperating, Colonel,” she said in a loud, cold voice.
“Well, I guess I’m just not much of a team player anymore,” he said defiantly, his eyes shining.
Her face twisted into what John guessed was supposed to have been a smile, but looked more malicious and evil than anything else. “I think,” she said gently as she knelt down towards him, her robe dangling now in the same black puddle at his feet. “I think we have been going about this the wrong way. I think I understand now what would properly motivate you, Colonel Sheppard.”
She placed a discolored cold hand over his eyes and he resisted momentarily. He could feel her life force pulsating in the palm of her hand but he could not see her eyes close nor see her mouth moving rapidly, as if chanting silently to herself. John felt strange, like a cloud entered his mind, swirling and invading his every thought.
When she finally pulled her hand away, his eyes blinked rapidly; confused as he stared into the face of the woman he thought he had lost forever.
“Teyla? Is it really you?”
Her glowing skin and bright brown eyes swayed softly, basked in a strange golden light. She smiled and turned away furtively, as if looking for something.
“John, please we must hurry!” she said turning back. “We do not have much time! Tell me; tell me what they want to know. How is the machine activated?”
John’s eyes were brimming with tears of joy and disbelief as he rushed to his knees, edging closer to her, and searching her beautiful face.. “Oh Teyla, I thought you were dead! They took over your body and…..and….God, I can’t believe you’re really here. There’s so much I wanted to tell you before and…..”
“Shhhhh….hush now,” she said, her perfect smile wide. She reached out with her tan hand and held his face comfortingly. “All is well now John. Be afraid no more.” She paused turning away again much to his dismay, as he desperately wanted her face near his. “But you must tell me the answer. Quickly! We cannot let them gain access to the Lantian device.”
John gulped, still entranced by the golden light and by his own desperate emotions. “I think the key is…..my blood,” he said fixated as her smile deepened wickedly.
She leaned forward and with her soft lips she kissed him, their lips pressing against each other hungrily as a tear streaked down John’s filthy cheek.
She pulled away suddenly leaving John kneeling there, breathless, confused. She stood quickly and looking down, her features beginning to quiver underneath the golden light. Her brown hair was slowly being replaced by wisps of silver and her teeth seemed to slip out from underneath her lips, forming into jagged fangs.
John gasped in surprise and shook his head violently, the last of the enchantment slipping away as he looked up into the eyes of the horrible, malevolent version of Teyla once again.
“So predictable…..so…..WEAK,” she said coldly.
John crumpled against the wall, the weight of realization overcoming him, as his heart thudded with the truth he so longed to hide. Teyla was gone.
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