Title: Destiny

Author: PyroDeScorpio2

Summary: Darla is on the search for answers about her pregnancy. She goes to Lawrence, Kansas to meet with a psychic!

Genre: Drama

Characters: Missouri Mosley, Darla

Dis: I don’t own Supernatural or Angel!

Crossover: SPN/Angel

Note: For Challenge #3, weekly challenge!

Words: 1436

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She was running out of options. Things were changing, and not for the better. She wondered if this was how her lost lover felt: scared and alone. Yearning for some sort of comfort that things would be okay. What a damn baby, she hated him more for what he had done to her. Now as she looked at her rounded belly she fought the urge to cry. God, she had to be turning mortal! Of course, she also heard that hormones were crazy during this period of time.

Did vampires have hormones? Such frivolous thoughts! She wanted no more of it and that was why she was coming here, to his rinky-dink hellhole to find a resolution. Solace. Fucking peace!

So she now entered the city limits of Lawrence, Kansas in a van she had borrowed from a not so eager soccer mom and her two kids: who were currently drained in the back seat. She sighed while dabbing the side of her mouth with her index finger. She had always LOVED kids. But only the taste of them: she never expected or wanted to take care of one.

She looked at the now crumpled piece of paper for about the tenth time in the past hour. The address was written in her neat, cursive scrawl. She kept her enhanced eyes open then put on the brakes when seeing the sign. This was it. So putting the van in park, she got out: locking the door behind her then tossed the keys in the dumpster. She’d get a different ride on her way out of town. One that was filled with blood and maybe a baby? With the situation she was in now, and her unable to harm her fetus, she wanted to tear a different baby apart, limb from limb: so that it felt her pain!

However, upon entering the Psychics place, she felt tense. She knew she didn’t belong here. In fact she felt a strong urge to leave but she couldn’t. Not after all this time! So instead she went through the curtain of beads and watched as an older, heavy set African American woman stood. She felt the power coming from her and the blonde vampire then turned to her customer. An older man, with stubble taking over his face. She showed her true self, making the other man yelp with fear.

“GET OUT,” ordered Darla, her vampire face making the man run in fear.

Darla then turned to the woman, who was busy moving away and Darla pointed a finger at her.

“YOU!” The woman stilled. “You do not FUCKING move until I tell you to move. Understand? Now SIT!”

The woman, Missouri Mosley, did as the vampire asked. She didn’t want to make it mad. The vampire came for a reason and as she studied the blonde demon she soon figured out why. She was pregnant. Not totally unheard of for vampires, but very, VERY, rare.

“What do you want?” She cursed her shaky voice and cleared her throat. “I don’t get many vampires in these parts…”

“Your help,” said the vampire. “This THING inside me… Tell me what it is! Tell me how to get rid of it! It’s making me weak! I HATE being weak.”

Darla’s temper got the best of her and she overturned a table, sending Tarot cards into the air so that they would flutter down. Taking a deep breath while putting her hands on her stomach, Darla closed her eyes. When getting her sickening emotions under control she turned pleading green eyes to the woman before her. She hated begging, but that was what she was reduced to. A begging, hopeless demon, needed help from her FOOD of all things!

“Please.” Darla fished in her pocket, pulling out wads of hundred dollar bills and tossing them at the woman. “Help me.”

“Ok.” Missouri took a deep breath, slowly moving forward, but not before stuffing the cash in her sweater pocket. “I need to read your child.”

“How?” asked Darla, narrowing her eyes upon the woman.

“I just need you to bare your stomach, child. Then I’ll do the rest.”

“I’m far from a child,” muttered Darla as she lifted her red shirt. “You’re the child, mere mortal.”

Missouri ignored her for now. She placed her warm hands on the cold abdomen and closed her eyes. She let her mind wander and when she was ready she asked her questions.

“What am I looking for?”

“Why it’s here,” growled Darla.

Missouri nodded, trying to get a hold on the energy. She felt it, buried beneath the layers. A sweat formed on her brow as she concentrated. Then something happened, as if a switch was turned on and she felt a surge of power come from the womb and hit her right in the gut. It was so powerful she went tumbling backwards, crashing into her overturned table before landing on her carpeted floor.

Darla watched in half fascination and half fear as her child’s power sent a bolt of energy from her body, knocking the bitch in front of her on her ass and also taking out a table filled with lit candles and something to help with Zen or whatever crap these kids were doing these days. Angry about the blast, Missouri glared at the woman, no: vampire, before her; then at her ruined display.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one that touched it!" She then pointed at her rounded stomach, her face angry and tired. “It was this brat! This, THING inside of me that everyone insists is a human child, and…”

“Child, do you want my help or not?”

Darla’s face was that of a harsh demon. She refused to show any weakness but when seeing the stern look of the Psychic before her she felt her hard shoulders droop and her face go from cold to that of a lost woman.

“Yes.”

“Good.” Missouri took a deep breath, then rubbed her hands together. “Now let’s try this again.”

However, the same thing happened once more, and Darla was growing frustrated. But this time, Missouri got a reading from the child and she slowly got up from the floor.

“You’re child is the Chosen one.”

“I have a fucking SLAYER in my belly?!”

“No,” said Missouri as she took a seat: Darla took one as well. “The child is one that is Chosen for the battle of good versus evil. They are meant to break the balance. I didn’t get a reading on what side, but the energy felt pure. Have… Have you been feeling guilty for sins being committed?”

Darla looked away and Missouri had her answer.

“Your child has a soul,” she whispered. “It’s meant to be on this Earth. Your child is important.”

“Great. It’s important. Can we get rid of it already?”

“I’m sorry,” said Missouri. “We can’t.”

“Why the hell not,” hollered Darla, standing now.

“The Powers want them here, so they will keep it here.”

“Damn!” Darla flung the already ruined table against the wall. “Damn, damn, damn!”

“There is more.”

“Wonderful,” said Darla with fake sarcasm.

“The father… He’s one with a soul?”

“Angel.” Darla spat his name like poison. “He did this!”

“Then you must go to him.”

Darla’s brow furrowed in confusion.

“Why?”

“He is the key,” said Missouri.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“You’ll know when the time comes.”

“TELL ME NOW,” ordered Darla, pushing the woman against the wall while vamping out. “Or else I’ll rip into your throat and let you bleed like the cow you are!”

Darla then pulled away when a feeling of guilt came over and she retreated as if burned.

“No… Not again!” Darla doubled over when the guilt of what she’s done in her past came forth. “Bastard child!”

Darla was a wounded animal so Missouri let her go as she vanished into the night. What the Psychic didn’t tell her was that the mother would die for her son. That her son was meant to go on a journey of anger, blood, and pain. Ignoring her sacrifice for his life at a kept moment in time: only to grow into a wonderful boy… No, Man, who helps bring down the house of hell in the city of Angels.

“Poor girl.” Missouri shook her head with a smile on her face. “Has no idea what her role will be in the birth of the Chosen… That this child is her destiny… I only hope that she goes to Angel soon, instead of to that Shaman in the mountains. It’s awfully cold this time of year.”

END!

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