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let me hear your voice tonight ([personal profile] alexseanchai) wrote2011-04-26 06:34 pm
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for the drabble remix challenge at femslash_land

Title: Entangled
Rating: PG
Summary: Bela runs like the hounds of hell are on her heels. For all she knows, they are. Remixed by [livejournal.com profile] juliet42, but the remix is not publicly available, sorry.
Pairings: Bela/Ruby.
Warnings: Referenced canonical character death.
Word Count: 170

Bela runs. Bela runs like the hounds of hell are on her heels. For all she knows, they are. This is hell, after all. Where else do hellhounds spend their time when they're not out chasing down souls marked for damnation?

It's not hellhounds after her, it turns out. It's the Winchesters' pet demon. "Why did you run?" Ruby asks, then shakes her head. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to show you the way out."

"Are you now," Bela says. "What's in it for you?"

"I get an ally topside," Ruby says.

Bela considers that. It's fair enough. "Where do I go?"

"First you pick up a knife and you use it on someone," Ruby says. "You get that much for free. I let you out now, and later, when I call, you come running. Deal?"

Because dealing with demons has turned out so well for Bela in the past. But she doesn't have much of a choice here, does she? "I assume you seal deals with a kiss?"


Title: Two Girls in a Café (the Soul Currency Remix)
Rating: PG
Summary: Ten billion served. Ruby has no idea how many souls there are on this planet, but surely it's less than ten billion. Remix of [livejournal.com profile] juliet42's "Two Girls in a Cafe", which I'd link except it...doesn't seem to have actually been posted. Not even in [livejournal.com profile] femslash_land under lock.
Pairings: Bela/Ruby.
Warnings: Referenced canonical character death.
Word Count: 110

Ten billion served. Ruby has no idea how many souls there are on this planet, but surely it's less than ten billion. If she could find a way to force every person who enters McDonald's to hand over a tiny bit of their soul in exchange for their burger and fries, she would have it made. Which is why she expects to discover that the founders of McDonald's sold their souls for fame and fortune. Much the same reason for which she expects to discover Bela sold hers.

Bela sips her soda, watching the children in the PlayPlace. "Tell me," she says. "How do hellhounds die?"