Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Little Slave Girl ❯ Possession ( Chapter 24 )

Ryven's head tossed back and forth in restless sleep, her headband and sword and sheath on the floor next to her side of the bed, her mouth uttering wordless cries of fear. Beside her, Rowyn stirred, awoken by the other elf's flailing about, and slowly sat up. She reached a hand towards Ryven's shoulder, meaning to wake her up and stop her nightmares, when a sudden feeling washed over her.

"Oh!" She cried out, dark brown eyes wide in horror, "It can't be! Not here!"

She felt a blackness pass over her heart and everything seemed much darker than it actually was, like clouds over the sunlight. She could hear, in her mind, the sound of humming wings, beating together in the air, the clicking of sharp teeth and claws, but most horrid of all, she could feel the emotions. The emotions were primal, dark, a need so utter it made everything else trivial and filled her senses until she could hear or see nothing else.

"Noooo!" The scream came slowly from her lungs, built up and when she could hold it back no longer, let it free. The bedsheets were clutched tightly in her fists as she continued to scream, eyes wide and blind, until Ryven slammed straight up in bed, echoing her yell upon her own lips.

"Rowyn!" Ryven cried, grabbing the other girl by the shoulders and jerking her around to face her, shaking her roughly, "Rowyn! Stop! Stop! It's alright!"

For a moment, Ryven thought that perhaps some of her own nightmare had leaked from her mind into Rowyn's and frightened the younger elf, but Rowyn whispered something to her that made her leave that notion behind; "The slythwasps are feeding..."

"Slythwasps." Ryven said, letting go of Rowyn, it had been a few hours since she'd collapsed and she flet a litte better. Still dirty, but better. She jumped down from the bed and took up her sword and sheath, fixing it in place across her back like an old friend, "Papa fought some of them...I wanted to help..."

"The feeding has begun." Rowyn whispered, her voice trembling, "There will be no survivors...the land will be barren...barren..."

"Stop it!" Ryven cried, turning towards where Rowyn still sat upon the bed, seeming in a trance-like state, "Rowyn! Wake up! Right now!"

Ryven's mouth opened in terror as as her heart leapt into her throat. Rowyn had turned to face her. Her eyes were hollow, blank, but her mouth was twisted in a kind of mock grin. She spoke in a cold voice that made the sparse hairs stand up along Ryven's arms; "We have come to fed. We have come to fed. We have come to fed."

Over and over Rowyn chanted, making Ryven back away in disgust and fear. Instictively she reached behind her, felt the hilt of her sword and then stayed her hand. What was she doing?! This was Rowyn! Sweet little Rowyn who liked to follow her around! She thought, bringing her hand back down to her side. Something is wrong with her! She thought frantically, I have to help! I have to get Papa!

"You can't run!" Came Rowyn's strangly altered voice at her back as she ran out of the room and down the stairs, "You can't hide!"

"Papa!" Ryven cried, running passed the others and tugging on Piccolo's gi, "It's Rowyn! She's awake and talking all funny...she's talking about those slythwasp things! Come on!"

Ryven's voice was frantic as she pulled at Piccolo's clothing. The powerful namek followed his foster daughter up the stairs and into the bedroom, followed in turn by the rest of the gang. He stopped short when he saw Rowyn's face and held out a hand to stop Chi Chi from rushing over to the girl.

** Look at her! ** Nail's voice piped up inside his head.

** She looks...altered...like she's in a coma or somthing...** Kami agreed

"No, Chi Chi!" Piccolo said to her, pushing her back gently, "Don't touch her! Something's inside her. Inside her mind."

Piccolo appoached the little elf, who was sitting up with the sheets still clenched in her fists, breathing heavy as if she'd just run a three mile trek, and knelt down to look at her face. Rowyn was humming and rocking back and forth. Every few seconds she would launch into a series of cursing and laughing. Piccolo stared at her, into her blank eyes and spoke; "Rowyn? What....?"

She whipped her head around so fast he could hear the bones of her spine cracking, "Oh. It's you. We liked you. You tasted good."

Piccolo gasped and stood up, realizing what was happening, he turned to the others, who were waiting in silent fear. "She's linked to them!" He cried, "She's linked to the slythwasps!"

Chi Chi's hand flew to her mouth as she stumbled backwards into Bulma, who had to struggle to keep her upright.

"H-how...?" Trunks started but was interrupted by a shreik from behind them as someone slammed into the room, dragging a smaller something behind.

"Let me go right now you stupid oaf!" The all recognized the high-pitched tone of the young princess and saw Goku holding her up by the scruff of her neck, grinning in truimph. "Put me down right now! Right now, you hear me!"

"Well, I found her!" Goku gasped, "But it wasn't easy! She knows how to hide her ki...though when I asked her how she could do that she looked at me like I was crazy and started screaming and running...and...what's everyone doing in here...?" Goku broke off at everyone's silent glare and followed there eyes to Rowyn on the bed.

"Rowyn?" He asked, dropping Yarrah who landed with a thud on the floor at Vegeta's feet. Vegeta pulled his foot away from her as if touching something soiled. Yarrah stuck out her tongue at him and got to her feet. She crossed her little hands in front of herself and turned her nose into the air like a good spoiled brat.

"Rowyn?" Goku stepped up next to Piccolo and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"The slythwasps have taken her over." Piccolo answered.

"Why?" Goku asked the question they were all wondering.

"Because it's there way," A new voice said. Tel was standing in the doorway on the other side of Vegeta. She ignored his dismissive glance and went on, speaking with her hands as well as her voice, "Slythwasps always choose someone to be there spokesperson. They like to taunt and tease as much as they like to fed. I suggest you tie her up."

"What?" Goten cried, "But she's just a little thing! Look at her! Why do we have to..."

"Because slythwasp possesion can make a person extremely violent. As well as extrememly strong." Tel interrupted quickly, "But, go ahead, leave her free. See if I care."

With that, Tel spun around and left. She wanted to leave. Needed to leave, but she'd seen the princess and felt her heart stop and then start in gratitude. She would stay a bit longer. She felt that there was a debt that needed paid, to the one who found and brought her princess back. Beides, she could not leave without her, Tel knew, as she made her way back downstairs. She'd given them her warning, if they didn't have enough sense to heed it then that wasn't any concern of her's.

Just as long as the princess was kept safe.