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..  The Works of Dawn the Last Slayer (DTLS) The immortal Key-born Slayer

DTLS Works are PG-13  - The images they invoke         are all in your mind.

Narrative Works of 'Dawn the Last Slayer'-  # 5
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"Isabel & Tess - Blood Road. Part 1 of 4"

  Transcribed from the truly awful to-translate handwritten documents provided by
  'Dawn the Last Slayer' in her fall of 2001 and later from the "Buffy-is-Real"
  dimension (corresponds to summer and later in the "Buffy-is-TV"  dimension) -

  -Editor: Glory (Gloriana).
 - Dawn's original title was always "Blood Road"

  Comment: There   have been provided several versions of what actually  happened
  at the portal tower 5/22/01, Apparently the  portal-driven  mergings caused some
  confusion  in the initial months that were later sorted out as new  information was
  uncovered and incorporated into  "Dawn the Last Slayer's" narratives.

 This work details the arrival of the two new Roswell supergirls in L.A. after their ferocious
 battle with Buffy in Sunnydale for a sample of Dawn's Key Blood. What they meet in
 L.A is a surprise at every turn. They repeatedly open or incite others to open,Pandora's box.

 Forever changing the future they and the others will live in.
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Narrative Works of 'Dawn the Last Slayer'-  # 5

- Previous Narrative Work: "Isabel & Tess -  Three Days in Sunnydale" # 4
- Next Narrative Work: "The Twins - Sukkhal, The God-Killers"  # 6

- Primary Focus: Isabel & Tess
                             Sukkhal Twins (Callie  & Clare)
                             Cordelia, Angel, Wesley
                             Enkum death squad
                             Enkum army on unknown world
                             Glory & Buffy, Buffy-Anne
                             Anunnaki crew on ship
                             Anunnaki intelligence officer
                             Lonnie/Vilandra

- Primary Locations: Streets of L.A.
                                    restaurant
                                    Sukkhal Twins apartment building
                                    Sukkhal Twins apartment
                                    Hyperion Hotel (Buffy-is-TV dimension)
                                    Unknown world through portal
                                    hard vacuum outside ship's portal
                                    Aboard the ship 'Gateway of Inanna'

- Initial Date/Time: Fall 2001 (Buffy-is-Real dimension time)

[Source:  "Blood Road, Part 1" is transcribed from
                   copies of  pp. 611-684 of DTLS Notebook-D
                   and pp. 685-708 of  DTLS Notebook-E]

Parts:

Part 1 - "When in L.A."
Part 2 - "Meet the Sukkhal Sisters"
Part 3 - "Hyperion Portal Madness"
Part 4 - "Glory and the Starship"

Images of many of the participants in the Narrative Works are in the
Bestowal Lineages Table & Gallery:
http://www.gloryisagod.com/worksdawnbestowalslineages.html

Part 1 - "When in L.A."
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They stepped out from beside the building.

Tess put one of the now four, partially filled magic-protected bottles of Dawn's Key blood back
into her flat purse and readjusted the shoulder strap as she hefted her bag..

It had only taken one drop to open the walk-thru portal, plus their combined powers in a carefully
worded spell refined months before by Curupira/Tess and Dawn for their own travels here to this
place.

Wherever this place was.

It was noisy and there was lots of traffic on the next cross street.There were some multistory
buildings and more lower ones. Curupira and Tess had, her pilfered  memories indicated,
also done such jumping before the portal event.

"This sure isn't Sunnydale!" Isabel looked and sat her bag down on the grass beside the sidewalk
and looked around.

Her normal action, Tess noticed.

"Maybe there's no Sunnydale here, or maybe the spell was designed to go to here directly,"
Tess theorized. She looked for a street sign. The one she saw wasn't special to any particular
city. "Warm for fall, big, lots of cars. Looks like Southern California still...see the license plates..
and that van with Los Angeles on it ?"
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Tess was observant, as usual.

Tess was observant, as usual...Actually, Tess liked her bossiness most of all.

One of the personality traits that Isabel found so endearing in her 'new' sister.  She wondered if she
herself had any endearing qualities that Tess thought were cute. Loyalty...maybe?

Actually, Tess liked her bossiness most of all.

Being the Warrior, the Princess and the sister of her Queen, she was delighted to do whatever
Isabel said, now that she could openly do so. Mostly she just liked having a sister who'd saved
her from a slow stasis death under the granilith chamber.

  ED- See "Three Days in Roswell, Part 4" for Tess' rescue by the bestowed Isabel. Plus the unintended
          parallel mindprobe/mindwalk mediated  bestowals on the duplicitous Lonnie/Vilandra outside and
          the 'other  dimensional'  Isabel Evans in one of the adjacent stasis rooms.

Tess had wandered a bit farther from Isabel.

"There," Tess signaled and waved her hand. "Let's rent a car. We'll never get anywhere
walking in L.A. "Uh...it's my turn to drive, right?"

They walked down and over two blocks to the the car rental place, stopping before they reached it.
"We'll need a credit card that works here," Tess deduced. "Can you clone the magnetic stripe from
one that's being used ahead of us and put it on my card?"

Isabel wiggled her fingers, "Naturally," she said.

"OK, then," I'll alter all the information to integrate it with mine. Then put a little spell on it so they won't
notice anything that's not the same, like the card numbers and name stuff versus the swipe info."
Tess sounded like she'd done this before, just maybe not all at once while in line.
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Isabel frowned. "But that's like stealing from a innocent person. Why don't we use it, and then decide
to pay in cash?"

Tess laughed. "Isabel, sweetie, your money's one dollar bills made into 20's and 100's by
your powers. They're counterfeit!"

Isabel responded defensively, "It's as good as the original it was copied from, maybe better. Just
helping the economy run smoother..."

This was one of their tour de forces, manufacturing objects with information on them. Both had
extensive histories of doing this back in Roswell. Having additional magic powers now, they'd gotten
even more sophisticated by practicing in the car on the long drive to Sunnydale.

They did it Isabel's way without a hitch and Tess took the keys.

"Sure you want to drive in all the traffic?" Isabel said. She was a little concerned herself.
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"We could stay off the bigger streets..." Tess suggested

Isabel had asked for and gotten a street map that they spread out in the car before they started out.
"We're here. And we want to go there," she announced, pointing.

"What's there?" Tess looked both ways  before she pulled out of the lot. "Isabel, which way? I hope it's
not left, there's so much traffic..."

"Go right then, we'll circle the block to a light," Isabel worried about Tess. She had the seat adjusted
all the way forward and as high as she could get it. Her car in Roswell had been a smaller one than this
car.
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She needn't have worried. Tess was a supergirl, though a tiny one. In fact she droveawfully fast,
Isabel thought. "Where's there?" Tess asked again as she turned right to circle the block like Isabel
had said.

Isabel relaxed. "The only useful address in L.A. that I can dredge out of our stolen memories."

"We don't know anyone in L.A. though, do we...not in this dimension? What address?" Tess was too
busy driving to sort through the jumbled minor memories she'd acquired from Isabel in her own
bestowal.

So she tried a little organizing spell of her own concept as she listened to Isabel.

"I'm talking of the one place we know of that might be interesting to visit. The address that Curupira
and Tess' memories say that they visited in L.A.  Something about  the host for Glory, the Clare
girl's sister, or Clare herself?. Her sister who vanished at the portal opening mergings." Isabel held
onto the door as Tess raced out for the left turn from the light.
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"What, dear Isabel," Tess observed, "If this isn't the right L.A.? There were at least three dimensions.
They could have been visiting the one that Glory and Ben were from, the woman on the tower's
dimension. Whatever she is."
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  [Ed- Actually, there were four similar dimensions. The two current ones (Buffy-is-Real"
          and "Buffy-is-TV")  and two more that merged.  In spite of Tess'  following logic, it's still not clear
          which one Clare and her sister came from. It's even possible that they came from separate
          dimensions and were mixed together accidentally, or on purpose, by Curupira and Tess to
          ensure that they had an alternate in case one backed out or something went wrong, as it did.
          After all, Tess and her mindwarp  were always available. Curupira also had an analogous
          power. Holly and Glory maybe more.

          One factor the girls were unaware of at the time was that there apparently was another Clare,
          and Emilie de Ravin, native to the Buffy-is-Real dimension. The two unknowns are contracted
          to be the stars of Holly's diversionary cable/satellite TV movie, "God & Demons", a separate
          fictional listed work of DTLS,  as noted in  the next work, "The Twins - Sukkhal the God-Killers".

"Why would they need Dawn's blood then?" Isabel pressed her feet into the floor as Tess braked
at the last minute. "Slow down, hon. Two more blocks, then a right."

"Maybe they started out here and had to go back to find the right host? How would she know
which dimension she came from? It wouldn't matter afterward. Maybe they just didn't tell
her.. them."

Tess finally found the snippet of memory information that had been eluding her.

"I have a memory of a drop of blood ceremony with Glory, both sisters, Tess and Curupira, and
someone in the shadows, all in a circle. But they only made one portal jump to the warehouse
near the tower. Why make two?" she turned right.

"But when they fled after the merging, only this dimension was left to portal to that was similar."
Tess looked over for more directions.

Isabel pointed straight ahead. "Lots of blocks."

"Isabel," Tess said firmly, "Clare and her sister were from the same dimension as Glory, Ben, their
Tess and the woman on the tower...Polly, no... Holly. They had no other choice but to come here
after the dimensions merged, to flee what they feared might be the successful Glory's immediate
return..."

She stopped at a light, again at the last second.
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"... and to get the girl pregnant so that this 'weaker' Glory could then bestow immortality on
her and him...her... whatever. The memories are confusing about that."

"Weaker, my sweet ass!" Isabel rejoined emotionally. "That little pregnant bitch nearly beat me to
death!"

"Would've, even though I was immortal and supposedly invulnerable, I thought.  Guess a god can
change the rules. So I had to dream up the wall and ceiling walking and get away from her for
awhile. It still bothers me how she managed to pick it up so fast and then do it herself."

  [Ed - As we found out in "Three Days in Roswell" and "Three Days in Sunnydale", it was actually Clare working
            new magic from inside that saved Glory, herself and the baby from Isabel's desperately formidable initial
            battle with Glory. Clare's immediate reward, probably mostly from the god-girl baby Gloriana, was to be
            transformed cell-by-cell, via the umbilical, from a mere immortal into a neophyte god herself. At least that was
           Glory's interpretation afterward.  And she should know.
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"Anyway," Tess continued, "So, at this address, we'll find someone who didn't get conned into the
first portal jump, or it'll be empty, or maybe even re-leased. Sounds like a fine mystery. Maybe a
place to sleep if it's still leased or rented to her or them. Maybe I could mindwarp our way into moving
in."

"Turn left here into that restaurant parking lot. Don't go on to the apartment building ahead or into the
lane that leads to the underground parking. There's a card access machine there, I see."
Isabel instructed.

Tess did and turned off the key.

"Now," Isabel looked at Tess after scanning the area, "All we know is the street address. I have no
memory of where inside that multistory building to go. We may have to mindprobe our way to the
apartment."

Since it was almost lunch time for them, Tess pointed to the restaurant.
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"Yeah, we better eat." Isabel eyed the the sign. "Looks like a Chinese restaurant...buffet...all you can
 eat..."

Tess laughed her liquid laugh, "They're about to be bankrupted. I could eat a horse - on the hoof."

"Disgusting," Isabel made a noise. "You know they eat horses in France, don't you?" She teased
her sister. "I wonder if we have to keep eating like this forever, or if it tapers off after all the body
changes are complete and our magic reserves are pretty well full?"

She followed Tess to the restaurant door.

Inside, they sat in a booth just to the left of the front door, by the window of the almost linear layout
restaurant.

"How do we keep this table?" Isabel asked the Asian girl clearing the next table. She pointed to an
A-shaped sign lying on its side on  the table with something in Chinese characters on it.
"Reserved, " she said, turning it around to show the English letters on the other side.

Isabel thanked her, to her and the girl's amazement, in accented Mandarin. She bowed slightly
in acknowledgment and left.

"I understood that too!" Tess said excitedly. "I can read the Chinese characters now, too!" she marveled.
"This is really weird. Was Curupira some sort of master linguist - she was from another dimension
entirely, right?"

Isabel had no answer.
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Not knowing what else to do, they sat the reserved sign at the end of the table and and picked up their
plates at the start of the large buffet area to the right of the long row of red and gold booths that stretched
into the back where there was a table area.

The door to the kitchen seemed to be back there somewhere, by the little bar.

While Isabel was dumping three separate sauces in different piles on her heaping plate, Tess said
softly, "I can understand 3 different dialects of Chinese and 4 different languages being spoken in
this room. It has to be magic."

Back at the table, the two sisters sat down their mountainous plates and went to get something to
drink and a couple of desserts apiece. They got a pot of green tea with cups from the passing
hot tea cart, and Isabel bought a bottle of apricot wine and picked up two little glasses from the small
bar.

She also paid their bill in advance at the cashier's.

Tess sat opposite the front window, with its several Chinese charactered signs stuck to it on the inside.
So she could see past the steadily eating Isabel. "Umm, good stuff," Tess said, as she began eating,
appreciating her increased senses regarding food tastes.

They were richer and more complex. She could taste every nuance and every spice separately, and yet
savor their combination. This was new since their last meal. Isabel winked an eye at her and Tess knew
she was experiencing the same thing.
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It was true with the wine and the green tea also.

Both were also using chopsticks as if they'd been born with them in their hands.

After awhile, both girls paused and relaxed. "Where does all this food go? I haven't...you know...gone in
two days..." Isabel nodded. "At least we now know why Curupira was able to fit in so quickly.  She, and
we, can permanently acquire languages and cultural traits by quick magic. Intriguing," she waved her
chopsticks, "Must be that's how a god or near-god fits in so quickly."

  [Ed- While seeming pointless, DTLS' inclusion of this restaurant narrative serves to illustrate the casual powers
           that Curupira and, by extension,  her bestowal progeny,  possess. It helps explain how both Glorys were able
           to function so easily in the dimension(s) they found themselves in. These language powers were to prove quite
           useful in the upcoming encounters with both the Sukkhal sisters, the Enkum , the Anunnaki and the biological
           android  gallu, which we today call the alien grays.  More details of these future events are in the "Comprehension
          Preview" and the "Comprehension  Preview Addendum " works. Nothing DTLS includes is without  purpose.

At that moment an older Chinese couple at the next table commented to the girls directly, Tess
immediately turned and responded in a lengthy conversation in their own dialect, to their utter
amazement.

Bowing her head slightly, she turned to Isabel, who'd not been following this but had resumed eating.

Speaking in Mandarin to isabel, Tess explained, "They find us cute. That we eat so much and are
still so slender and beautiful - and that we can speak their language so well." Tess laughed. Isabel
responded casually in the same dialect. "Beautiful, you say." She raised her voice and thanked the
couple herself, adding a compliment for their courtesy.

Tess had been ruminating on all this and was slowly drinking a glass of the apricot wine. "Now about
gods," she said in a very low voice to Isabel.

"What, " she speculated, "If a pure god like Glory, in her own body, is all magic? Not the magic we think
we know about". Isabel sipped her hot tea and listened to Tess. "But a magic so beyond it that it's
pure energy, but we call it magic, for lack of a better term. But they have to interact with the world of
matter, so they have to make a material identity, a body...become a real person."

Isabel looked long at Tess. This was pretty deep stuff.

Tess paused as she realized that one of the signs in the window behind Isabel was in Chinese characters,
but the language was Japanese. She'd not known that before. Another was in the abbreviated set
of characters used for publications.

"...And," she resumed her train of thought and speech, "That would mean that pure gods have a reality
beyond the physical. More of that than..." She sat the empty glass down suddenly.

"My God," she exclaimed. "That means..."
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Isabel finished it for her, "Tess, honey, that's what they all been saying to us. Gods can never die in their
reality. They can, given the help of another god in the physical world, rebuild their bodies. That's what
Buffy was saying about us. We're sort of almost gods, and if we die physically, we need a physically
present god to resurrect us."

"I saw Glory resurrecting that Tess in the Crashdown...after what I did to her...to save you," she hurriedly
added before Tess questioned her motives.

They let this sink in.

"Yes, Tess," Isabel refilled hers and Tess' tea and wine. "This whole thing in our memories from Curupira/
Tess about being able to kill Glory while she was in her host Ben was more crap. Something else is going
on..." Isabel thought aloud, "'course, we don't know how long rebuilding takes. Tess still was alive, but
apparently on the cusp of dying, and that resurrection only took a short time."

Tess guessed, "Maybe it was sheer disinformation to mislead those searching for either Glory."

"...and we're going to find out, I'm also guessing..."  Isabel nodded slowly. "But if either Glory succeeded
and the other totally failed in regaining her full powers at the tower, the other could ensure that there
was a sympathetic twin eventually that would rebuild or resurrect the other."

"In effect they could be backups, contingencies for one another."

"Except," Isabel spoke slowly, "They don't know this and plot against one another, knowingly or unknowingly.
One succeeds with guile and Buffy's betrayal, the other fails and has an unexpected new female host
pregnancy long term backup plan of her own. It could be faster than raw body rebuilding
though...

"...If the two of them had been working together, what a different outcome..." Tess finished.

This speculating went on for awhile and the two girls had a couple more desserts and more tea and wine.

The end result was that both agreed that they were not running any more, but starting an investigation
of their own. They now had a purpose beyond fleeing the wrath of either Glory, and possibly the
lure of discovering information that could be traded for the protection of one or the other of the two
gods.

They left the restaurant and walked over to the next block to the somewhat gated apartment building. where
someone had lived, or was living, that was linked to the Glory Mystery, as they had decided to call it.

On the way they'd had fun being able to read and understand the various languages they encountered
in the newspapers, flyers and in the windows. "Pretty useful power that just kicked in for us," Isabel
commented while reading a newspaper in Cyrillic. Somewhere nearby had to be someone that read
and spoke the language. Now she and Tess did.

"I wonder if Curupira told anyone about this or if anyone else got this power like we did..." Tess stooped
slightly to scoop up a flyer in faded English that was blowing across the sidewalk. She'd stepped on it
with her strappy white left shoe and held it in her hand as Isabel read another aloud to her.

Looking at it, something nagged at her mind - her fragmented Curupiran/Tess memories. She read
it aloud to Isabel," Angel - We Help. Hyperion Hotel, Los Angeles. "Wasn't Angel that vampire that
Buffy used to pine after long before she went with Glory?"

Isabel stopped and looked at it, with its outline of a snow angel at the top.

"That's not very clear in my copy of the memories, but, regardless, he's not supposed to be in this
dimension. At least now now." She was remembering the shadowy figure in the circle for the original
portal jump to Glory's tower warehouse. The stolen memories were just not complete.

It could be him.

She tucked the flyer into Tess' purse, which was so much bigger than hers. "It'll keep for later," she
decided. "Our first mission calls us..."

They looked up at the 4 story building, the gated card entry at the side street for the underground
parking and the carded front entrance lobby. "Probably the same card," Tess deduced. "Ready to
copy the magnetic stripe of the next one that enters to one of my cards?"

"We better go in the front walk-in entrance and not get our car trapped inside if something goes wrong,"
Isabel suggested.

This was old hat by now. They were experts at  it, even resizing Tess' card to fit the narrower insert
slot. They laughed and made small talk as they walked the path up to the actual entrance to the
building, where Tess used the card again.

Isabel smiled broadly at the male security guard at a desk against the wall. "Cute guy," she glanced
back at him again as they neared the elevators.

"Down, girl," Tess laughed. "It's the uniform. He's married. I saw the ring."

"Spoilsport," Isabel slapped playfully at  her shoulder. "You do have sharp eyes."

"Nice place for unattached girls," Tess watched them getting out of the elevator as they got in and
went to the second floor where they could nose around more openly. "We have no idea of the
room number or even the floor..."

Both sisters fit the profile of the occasional girl or girl pack they saw in the hall of the second floor.
Being after lunch, some were apparently leaving or just returning from some odd acting or other
job. They'd seen only one guy, and he'd been getting in the elevator as they got out.

Isabel casually asked the next trio of girls, a redhead and two blondes, "We've lost Clare's
room number she gave us before we parked our car downstairs and she came in ahead of us."

"Clare, " the redhead said, "Little, long blonde hair, big smile? Sure," she looked at the other girls,
one of whom said, "Top floor, I don't know the room though. She'll probably be looking for you
anyway."

The third added, "Sometimes she has light red hair..." "Blonde," the redhead disagreed. They began
talking to one another about who was right, totally forgetting their questioners. Revising down her
original low estimate, an annoyed Isabel decided that all together they barely made a full wit.

Tess laid a mild mindwarp on them, probably unnecessarily, to forget they'd seen her and Isabel,
then they began looking for the stairs to the 4th floor. After finding them, they fast-stepped up
to the top floor. Now they stood in the H-shaped floor plan at the center hall of the "H". This was
where the elevators and stairs were.

"What now?" Tess asked.

"We could knock on each door," Isabel started, "Or not," she decided.

"What about her DNA scent?" wouldn't it be like the Clare you 'met' in Roswell, "Tess suggested.

"Only if our theory is correct. Though these three girls seemed to be certain," Isabel replied,
"A real reason to be skeptical," she added sarcastically.

"But we should try all our magical senses," she agreed.

Isabel closed her eyes and imagined herself able to hear the faintest sounds, especially those in
the higher feminine register. Tess reached out to hold her forearm. "Oops," she was getting the
same magic results as Isabel had gotten, even without invoking whatever magic she had initiated.

It was like a dozen or so girls talking at once, Tess decided. Like high school, she smiled.
Still holding onto Isabel's arm, she added a twist to the spell, power, filtering, whatever, by
tuning out all but the loudest.

"That's it," Isabel said quietly. "I'll do the listening for us, you explore the rooms by walking down
the halls so we can locate the most likely one." Tess detached herself and still had no problem
integrating the spell with her sister. As she passed each room, the other voices faded out and
she would pause to see what they were talking about and classify the voice.

In a few cases there was music or TV, but most were talking on phones or to one another. Or they
were empty. Tess marked empty apartment doors with a spot of lipstiick applied on the door near
the floor, where it would not be noticed.

It was the 8th voice. She was talking on the phone. The voice was identical to the Clare's in
the Crashdown, based on Isabel's transferred memories. Turning, she waved to Isabel, who slipped
quickly up to her.

Her face showed excitement. "So quickly. Lets see what's behind..." she looked at the ornate number
"...door number 414."

"Knock or break it down?" Tess offered her choices.

Isabel smiled at her Warrior sister and knocked politely on the pale green door.

They heard the sounds of two deadbolts being thrown...

A Glory redhead  flung open the door and pulled them both inside so powerfully that both girls
were sent flying through the air across the room and hit the off-white sofa approximately where
she'd been aiming!

Closing the door, she blurred to near invisibility and was there as they bounced on the cushions.
She sat on Isabel's back and held Tess by her long blond hair. Both girls were trying vainly to blur,
but somehow they seemed to be powerless against this Glory.

Isabel's inherent fear of Glory was realized again. A sense of terror filled her.

Tess was valiantly trying to pull at the redhead's arms, but it was like yanking on a railroad rail, in
spite of her own superstrength. The grip on her hair also hurt, which wasn't supposed to be
possible to a Curupiran supergirl, she thought - unless this was a third god Glory.

In which case they were apparently doomed.

"Calm down you two, whatever you are and I may not kill you!" She brushed the bunching out of
her red dress and with the other hand shook the tiny Tess a little by her grip on her hair.

Tess managed a massive brain shutdown mindwarp at Glory that would have dropped an elephant
in one step.  She ignored it. "Well, little one. At least I know you're not a vampire, but a demon of
some sort. Stop wasting your energies, sweetie. You can't touch me, but you might melt your own
mind."

Tess stopped.

She sniffed Tess' closest ear. "Immortal, too. And lots of things I don't know there, too," she said in a
slightly singing voice, as she were enjoying the diversion. "Nice perfume, too."

With a supreme effort Isabel had managed to rise to her knees and elbows with the redhead still
seated sidesaddle on her back.

Without loosening her grip on Tess's hair, she blurred, turned and locked her legs around Isabel's
waist, facing backward on the big blonde. She squeezed powerfully. Isabel groaned in pain. Tess
struggled at her sister's agony, to no avail.

"I believe I told you to be still, blondie!" she turned Tess' head around and looked closely into her
big gray eyes. "Pretty gray eyes like mine," she commented. "Now tell your squirming friend to stop
fighting or I'll strangle you until she does."

isabel immediately stopped struggling. "It's OK, Honey," she lied to Tess, suppressing the pain
and her own dread with difficulty.

"Better... 'Honey', huh?... Lovers?" she looked into Tess' eyes again. "Tell me, 'Honey', what're your
names and what're you really?... All the truth now, 'Honey'."

Tess haltingly started, "Tess Harding. That's me. Me and my sister, Isabel...Evans are from Roswell,
New Mexico. We only recently discovered we were also demons of some exotic sort. We thought we
were alien hybrids only. We have newer superpowers we acquired sort of by accident...well, Isabel
stole them from a demon-merged supergirl."

"Isabel fought the pregnant god Glory to save me..."

"Whoa, whoa, 'Honey'," the redhead said. "This is pretty deep stuff. Sisters? I can understand this,"
she relaxed her leg lock on Isabel and her pressure of Tess' hair a bit. She ran one of her black-nailed
fingers down Tess' creamy throat, feeling for her pulse. Surprised by the slow beat.

She looked around at Isabel under her, "Fought a god and still you're here? Hard to believe,
especially since real gods don't get pregnant."

"Fat lot you know, red," Isabel snorted, beginning to wonder if this really was another Glory. "The
little bitch-god Glory beat the crap out of me and I was supposed to be immortal and invulnerable
after acquiring the powers..."

"...What'd you call her?" the redhead suddenly cut in.

"Glory. There's actually two of them we found out. One's superpowerful and the other's in a host named
Clare, who actually is the pregnant one. But I saw them morph and Glory's definately pregnant. Maybe
6 months. Our stolen memories say that neither have navels...if that means anything..."

The redhead made a sharp intake of breath, "Natural gods!...We thought they'd all been destroyed
long ago by the the Anunnaki. Where are they?"

Tess, sensing a sea change in the redhead's attitude responded, "Sunnydale, California. Both look exactly
like you, Glory. Aren't you a god, too?" she also sensed something was amiss in their initial identification.

"Glory? My name's Callie, C-A-L-L-I-E," she spelled it out. "I'm no god..."

"Tess, wasn't that the name of the host's sister? The original one that vanished when the dimensional
portals opened?" Isabel was unsure. Tess answered, "My Curupiran merged memories..."

Callie was becoming very puzzled at what she had captured. "What's...Curupiran? What's this merging
mean?"

Tess explained to her briefly about Buffy and Dawn, the Vampire Slayers, and what she thought was
adequate to tell her. Since she was no god, maybe she wasn't going to kill them.Callie seemed most
excited about the two Glorys. "Curupira's a near-god demon from another dimension. She's the ultimate
source of our and the others superpowers."

Then she had to tell her about Buffy-Anne.

"Fricking, fracken, f.....," Callie spat out. "There were legends about them putting little minds into their
barely biological androids that were human-like to allow for conscious thought.  But we do know about
vampire slayers, our ancestors've crossed paths with them. We ignore them  They're simple, useful
vampire and bad demon killers."

"We do that too, when our primary prey's unavailable, as it's been for many, many generations now."

"Clare, that's C-L-A-R-E," she spelled it out, suspecting that the other one was also spelled the same.
"Please come out here. It's just a pair of very peculiar, but harmless demon sisters."

The blonde lookalike came out of a hallway where she'd obviously been waiting in case she was needed.
She wore blue. With a pale blue top. She had on sandals Tess turned in Callie's grip to stare at her
as best she could. Isabel turned her head and looked also.

"But we do know about vampire slayers...They're simple, useful vampire and
bad demon killers...We do that too, when our primary prey's unavailable..."

The Sukkhal Twins:  Callie & Clare  The god-Killers

"It's true," Tess asserted vigorously. "How many dimensional clones of Glory and Clare are there?"
You're not fraternal twins, aren't you?"

Clare nodded, walking over and sniffing Isabel, then Tess "Strange and impossible combination of
things we know and things we don't know," she pronounced

She and her sister were close to Tess' face. "Look," Tess craftily responded to an earlier question,"We're
from another dimensions and others have merged. We're from another similar one and got here using the
Blood of the Key..."

Both girls responded instantly...

Clare struck Tess and Callie tightened her legs on Isabel, forcing her breath out in a whoosh. Clare had
swung a powerful fist into Tess' face, but Tess had already been doing some very subtle magic and
the blow slid off her face and only stung.

"The Key?" both said together, as if they'd practiced it often.

"Simple magic..." Tess got out in Korean to Isabel. Both Twins struck her simultaneously in the face, hard.

Her magic was no help and it hurt. Isabel had gotten the message though. Tess deliberately bit her tongue
and spit out blood onto Clare's blue wraparound tube-lihe top, causing her to step back a few paces.

"You messy little bitch!" she looked around for something to clean off the blood before it soaked in.

Isabel managed to wiggle her left hand from her trapped position. Clare's clothes dissolved into powder -
all her clothes. She was a natural blonde. Looking around, surprised, to see who had done this, the now
naked Clare made a decision and kicked Isabel in the throat. Her sandals were still intact, buckles and
all.

Isabel grunted in pain.

Callie was actually laughing at the scene of her sister suddenly clothesless.

She stopped laughing when Tess reached out and jammed a small fist into her open mouth and partly
down her throat. Gagging and choking, she released Tess and fell off Isabel onto the floor, knocking
Clare down.

Freed from touching her twin, Isabel blurred and grabbed the blonde, never stopping her blur until she
also had as much of her fist into Clare's mouth as would fit.

Both Roswell girls stuck other fingers into the girls' nostrils and wound up sitting atop both just
below their boobs. "Look's like they still have to breath," Tess observed. "And they're not immortals,"
she said. "Pulse rate's too high."

"But your twin blurred," Isabel noted, extracting her fingers a second so the blonde could breath once.

"Yeah," Tess pulled her fist out of Callie's throat and let her also take a breath. "Still, what the
hell are they?"

Both twins immediately stopped  resisting when they realized that the two were going to allow them to
breathe and their conversation was so casual it seemed non-lethal. The Roswell girls exchanged looks
and licked their lips in a signal.

Tess and isabel leaned over, quickly removed their somewhat wet fists and kissed their twin on the mouth
for a count of three. Then they stood up, simply walked back to the sofa and sat down. Isabel wiped the
blood from Tess' mouth and cheek and made her open her mouth so she could varify that she was healed.

Neither twin was able to sit up without nearly fainting. Callie's mouth and cheek  was smeared from Tess'
bloody kiss. Both were pale as ghosts.

"You two girls come on over here and sit with us," Isabel invited them as if nothing had happened.

Finally, they helped one another to their knees and crawled over to the other end of the sofa, pulling
themselves up weakly to collapse on it, warily staying on the other end with a cushion between them and
Tess.

"Simple magic," Tess lied. "You'll be better soon, though."

She tossed the unused cushion to Clare, who used it to partially cover her front.

Tess and isabel exchanged knowing looks. Actually it had been an impromptu  test to see if they could extract
life energy from these non-immortal supergirls. Sort of a preliminary kiss that could have led to the Curupiran
Kiss of Death, which they had been eager to practice as perhaps some sort of defense against either of the
gods Glory.

"Now that we've established that we're all four rather dangerous to one another," Isabel began laying out the
rules as if she were in a classroom, "We don't attack one another. We discuss the Key and all other topics
like adults and we treat one another with some level of respect. We've killed vampires also, so we sort
of have the same hobby."

"Say, yes," Tess leaned closer to Callie. Both said "Yes," again in disturbing unison.

Then they spoke rapidly to one another in some polysyllabic language. It took Tess and Isabel only a few
seconds to magically understand it. It was a language that was not a modern one. The Twins were talking
about the Key and something about dimensions and centuries. Isabel and Tess pretended to be unable
to understand them while Isabel retrieved her purse from the floor nearby.

Callie finally turned and asked,"The Key. What do you know of the Key?"

"It's in Sunnydale also," Tess answered. "What's your concern?...'Honey'."

The reaction was imediate. "We...our ancestors... have been looking for it for almost 8 centuries." Clare
was rather animated and dropped her cushion. "It belongs to us!"

"Crap and little blue devils," she then cursed in their strange language without realizing she'd switched
from English.

Isabel decided this was the time fo tell them what they knew from their Curupiran/Tess memories. "One of the
Slayers is the Key in human form. We used old samples of her blood to jump to this dimension only a few
hours ago."

This time the Twins other language discussion was inaudible, because, perhaps sensing the girls might
be somehow able to decipher their conversation, they whispered into one another's ears so rapidly that it was
just a buzz to Isabel and Tess, even with their Curupiran super senses.

Tess wiggled her fingers magically with another subtle spell to gain access to their voices and whispered to
Isabel, "These girls are speaking the same language as before. but somehow encrypting it as they speak.
Maybe via still another language's sounds that are being used to encode the first language."

"Is that even possible?" Isabel was fixing her hair, looking into the mirror from her purse.

"These twins are something extraordinary, maybe it's normal for them. Definately not like the ones
we ran into downstairs," Tess settled back on the sofa and looked around the room. All the furniture
was a soft shade of white, trimmed with gold lines. A doorway behind them led to a small balcony patio
through a cramped kitchenette.

The door the blonde had come through was to a hallway of some sort. One thing she noted quickly was a
pile of men's wallets and some loose cash on the table near the door. Maybe they were hookers?
That seemed implausible considering their powers, though. Pickpockets? Maybe.

Finally, the Twins turned to them and began earnestly talking, both at once.

They stopped. And Clare began again, alone. "We're Sukkhal, S-U-K-K-H-A-L," she spelled it out
and pronounced it again, "SUE-CALL."

"That's a descriptive title, like' Vampire Slayer'. Loosely translated it means, 'Those Who Hunt the
Hunters.' We cull out the bad demons and vampires when we can, like Callie said earlier.... "We're
the Predators of the Predators... among other things,"  she didn't elaborate.

She realized she had forgotten the cushion again and picked it up. Callie started talking in her place,
her reddish curls spilling across her face as she leaned closer to Tess. "Don't worry," she said cautiously,
"I won't touch you now that I know that it seems to freeze most of your powers."

"All that means," she explained, "is that the Key's still absorbing the energies of anyone we fight and
dispersing them harmlessly into all other existing dimensions. Even while in human form. How long has it
been one of your Slayers?"

Tess and Isabel looked at one another, "Summer over a year ago, Tess said. "Our memories tell us that
some monks made it into the Slayer's sister. Who later became a Slayer just after the merging of the
dimensions when one of the gods Glory used it to open all dimensions so she could escape back to hers
and regain all her godly powers."

This required a long Isabel and Tess attempted summary from their stolen memories of the events since
that summer. The Twins were listening raptly, hanging on every word about both Glorys, asking questions
about the Slayer Dawn and the impossible pregnancy of the other Glory that took a new host named Clare
at the tower.

This took almost an hour. The Twins finally were reasonably satisified and Clare went to get dressed
while Callie got them some soft drinks.

As the four sipped their cold drinks from the pottery-like mugs Callie had served them in, Isabel asked
the question that she knew was going to get an answer that neither she or Tess could anticipate, any
more than the Twins could've for the story Isabel and Tess had told.

"And," Isabel asked, "Just what is the story of the Sukkhal?"
 
 

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