The New and Improved Twisted and Completely Out There Story

Sara sat with her arms crossed her eyes fixed on Peter. It was the first time in three years that she had seen him, and it took every ounce of her energy to not rip him apart.

Being in limbo so long made her powers grow, and she hadn't aged. That thought pained her, if she ever got out of there she would be eternally 26, and Greg would age.
But her vampire half was lost, sent to hell.
Peter looked just as pissed as she was. He thought that he had lost his powers in coming to limbo, he didn't know why Sara was holding back. She could kill him easily, well at least try; death didn't really exist in Limbo. If you died what happened?

"Long time no see Sara," Peter said.

"Ditto, but its not a very happy meeting is it?"

"No."

"What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? You brought me here!"

"Not my fault you lost your mind."

"Its your fault we're here."

"Like I should just let you kill everyone? I don't think so. I'll love nothing more than to kick your ass and leave you here forever."

"But you can't do that can you? You can certiantly kick my ass right now, but you know I'll get stronger and since you know that and you can't leave you are screwed."

"Wow what a run on sentence. But you are wrong I will get out of here."

"No you we won't."

"We? What we? When I find a way out I'm leaving you here. Its such a nice place to spend eternity isn't it?

"I really hate you."

"Back at ya buddy." Sara stood up and walked away, the green bushes hid her from Peter's view. She kept getting the feeling that he hadn't lost his powers in coming to limbo. After all she didn't.

When she felt safely away from Peter she tried summoning the mirror again. Or window, whatever it was. She knew she could do it, she just didn't know how. But she kept trying, being able to do that meant she'd be able to see Greg, one step closer to getting out.

With a few gental sweeps of her hand she concentrated on Greg. Nothing. She tried again and got a small window, but not to Greg. At least she thought not to Greg.

When she saw him she almost cried out. It didn't look like the Greg she loved. He hadn't shaved for lord knows how long, he staggered in his steps and he was holding a beer bottle. His eyes showed three years of pain and longing.

Sara had to look away, the sight of him even like this tugged at her heart. She turned around and wiped the tears from her eyes. Getting an idea she turned and screamed Greg's name in her mind. Nothing. Well, it was worth a shot. She closed the window and stalked away, she didn't go anywhere, she had no where to go.

Peter was depressed. He had been so close to conquering the world. SOO CLOSE. He was really pissed. And now that his powers were gone...things were not going well.
"peter..."It was a faint whisper at first...his name?
"Hello?" no one was around.
"Peter..."
"Who are you? Where are you?"
"Your powers aren't gone. Get out and your powers will return."
"What? You can't be serious. There's no way out of this hell."
"100 sacrifices will let you out...."
"But I an't kill any one here..."
"There is one on earth that thinks he can bring his love back to life through 100 sacrifices. Instead he will release you..."
"Greg...that little coward. when I get back..."
"You will do nothing...he must live..."
"Why?"
" He has a role to play yet..."
"What?"
"Stop asking questions..."
"Fine...But can I kill someone else?"
"Fine...kill your mother..."
"SWEETNESS!"
"Now I must go...But remember to be at the Gate of Limbo at 3:00 on April 2...."
"I'll be there..." Peter started to laugh...the laugh he used to laugh all those years ago. An evil laugh...a laugh of power...his laugh.[/i]

Sara watched Greg through her window. He was doing something, she wished she knew what. She wiped tears from her eyes and felt the need to move again. She took the window and moved it with her.

Feeling a type of lonliness that she hadn't felt since before she met Greg.

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Sara wandered through the pretty forests of limbo. This place was much better than the last limbo she had encountered. But this was limbo between life and death, not times. She wished that she could bring Greg here, they could spend eternity just staring into the white cloudless sky.

She wished so hard that she could talk to him, just to hear his voice, even in her head. She laid down on a patch of grass and thought his name over and over and over.

Sara? Greg's voice rang in her ears.
"Greg?" Sara asked out loud.
No, it couldn't be her. I'm just imagining her.
"No, Greg, you're not. I'm talking to you."
Sara?!
"Hello Greg. How's it going?"
I'm losing my mind i think, but I'll enjoy it while I can. How are you holding up?
"Not much better, I miss you incredibuly."
I'm working on a way to get you out. I have to go. I miss you and I love you. Goodbye
"Greg! Please don't go yet!"
I have to, I love you.
"I love you two." Greg's voice faded from her head. It didn't last long enough. She got up and had the urge to hurt something, or someone. Peter would do for now. She could probably find a way of sending him to hell but where's the continuing fun in that?

Her voice was so sweet. Even if it was just his imagination.

A young teenage girl was headed home from school. She took a shortcut. It was her last mistake.

Greg sweeped in front of her with amazing speed. She gasped and fell to the fround.

"Who...are you?"

"Please.....forgive me." Her scream lasted only a moment. Greg drained her innocent soul into the Ancient Greek Urn. "just 99 more Sara. 99 More."

Sara was bored, the endless boundries of limbo provided nothing for her to do. Limbo was like the garden of Eaden, but no rules to break.

She sat under the apple tree munching on an apple. She almost sprang into butt kicking mode when Peter came and sat next to her.

"What do you want Peter?"

"I'm bored and pissed."

"Okay, go away."

"To where?"

"I don't know, just leave me the fuck alone."

"You don't have to be so rude."

"With you i get to be."

"I know what Greg's doing."

Sara turned to him, "What is Greg doing?"

"I can't tell you."

"Then what was the point of telling me?"

"Boredom."

Greg flew quietly across the cityscape. The night offered a pleasent cloak for him to do what he needed.

His skin had started to turn grey. Small crakcs had formed along his cheeks. The once blue eyes were fadeing away to something else.

"Just 85 more to go." He scanned the apartments for the children. Innocent souls. He needed innocence to break the boundries of limbo.

He slipped into a small nursery. The mother had just left. Greg stood over the bed of the 3-year-old boy. He slept so peacefully.

"Forgive me," Greg opened the Urn.

"NO!" screamed a woman. she ran at greg but she had no power. He flung her against the ceiling.

"I'm sorry." He drained the soul into the Urn with the others. New unes formed on the outside. Instructions on how to break the barrier of Limbo.

Greg earased the woman memeories and left her laying on the floor.

"84 more my love."

"Peter if you don't have anything to say go away."

"I have things to say, I just don't care to say them."

"What is Greg doing?"

"Getting us out of here."

"How?"

"Can't tell you that."

"You cryptic ass-hole. Go to hell." Sara opened up a little portal into hell and Peter nearly fell in.

"I don't go that easily. I'll go away for now, but I know we shall meet again, very soon too."

"You stupid bastards! All of you, out, NOW!" Alexx shouted, grabbing 2 men by their hair, and pulling them away from the other 2. The other 2 ran out as fast as they could manage, leaving a few dollars on the table. Alexx let go of the 2 she held, and they ran too.
"God Alexx, a little snippy today?" Mary, one of the other workers, asked.
"No, I'm fine," Alexx snapped back. The bar was nearly empty and she was tired. "I'm going to bed, can you manage?"
"Yeah, you go ahead." Alexx took off her apron and ran up the stairs to her small room. She didn't bother to turn on the light.
"Hello, my dear," a voice whispered in her ear as two cold arms wrapped around her tightly. She fell into the arms willingly, recognizing the voice as Owen's.
"I wasn't expecting you yet," she muttered after he kissed her. He turned on the light and looked her over.
"I know, I thought I'd surprise you. That uniform looks great on you," he chuckled. The bar's uniform was far too skanky for Alexx's taste, but revealing enough that Owen loved it. She smacked him playfully and began changing into her pajamas.
"Have you found Greg yet?"
"No, but I hope he's ok. A lot of people are being killed down near Mexico, and I have the funniest feeling that he's in that area." Alexx sighed loudly and fell into her bed. Owen flicked off the light, and, so quickly that Alexx didn't even completely hit the bed, he was lying beside her. "That doesn't matter now, love. I will stay here with you for a while, and that's what matters. I need a break anyways." He wrapped his arms around her and listened to her heart as she fell asleep.

Sara leaned back against the tree. She fell asleep.

Greg sat at a bar, drunk again. He kept the bartender giving him drinks. He pulled out an Urn muttered something and sucked her soul into it.

"83 more just 83 more."

Sara sat straight up, her heart beating uncontontroloby. "Greg," she breathed, "no, what are you doing?" Tears stung her eyes as she laid back down.

Greg felt a pull at his heart and mind. It felt so familier. So close.

I've got to get more. I...I can feel her. I....have to have her back.

Outside the Bar a family was walking along. A mother a father and two children of about 5 or 6. Perfect

Greg threw a few pesos on the table and went after them. The were passing an alley. Now was his chance. He thrust the parents into the alley. They were unconcious. The children screamed but Greg drained their souls before it could stir the parents.

Sevceral doors opened but Greg had already took flight. The children lie motionless on the ground, Barely alive. Empty shells.

81 more...

Sara could feel Greg, he seemed so close. As if the fabric of limbo was being destroyed. As she felt Greg she felt his lonliness, his hurt, his anger, she felt him teetering on the edge of sanity.

It was all her fault, she had challenged Peter and gotten them trapped in limbo. Meanwhile Greg was losing his mind. She wished she could do something. But she knew she couldn't.

"Oh, whoever rules heaven, help me."

Maybe I can talk to her.... Not yet. One more soul. The I must go somewhere else.

Greg found his next target easily. A little boy playing in the road. Noy parents in sight. He walked up to the boy quietly and said, "Hola."

Before the boy could respond his soul was gone. Greg flew away as the shell hit the ground.

Sara....?

Sara heard her name, from...Greg!

"Greg?"

Sara?

"Hi Greg!"

holy crap it worked

"What worked?"

I can't talk for long, i love you.

"Greg what are you doing?"

getting you out of there

"Greg don't do anything stupid."

I wont, i promise.

She couldn't trust that promise, she got the feeling that he was doing something stupid bug just didn't realize that it was. She wished she could stop him.

"Greg... I'm sorry."

for what?

"Leaving you alone."

It's not your fault it's mine.

His voice stopped. Already she missed it.