Ice blue met peridot green in a clash that could shake mountains. With a hiss, the vampire teleported away. But the air still held the tension and energy from that brief meeting. The blue haired witch turned to the chubby boy, "I'm going to assume that's the alchemist you told me about?" ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a story about an vampire alchemist and a witch. Their professions make them enemies, yet they may find they have a common goal. +++++++++++++++++++ A lapidot supernatural AU

She never spoke, but I felt like she was speaking through her songs, like she was telling me about her day with one playlist. She played the songs with her laptop and her launchpad, but projected her hands and the launchpad onto a screen behind her. She moved her hands so fast, so confidently, that I couldn't look away from her hands, from her. I seemed to be the only person caught in this trance, in these songs. I felt like I was meeting her, getting to know her, without even saying a word.

Pidge has a small problem, scratch that. A HUGE problem... One early morning Pidge was already in the lion hanger trying to figure out how her lion was powered and if she could upgrade it when she triggered it's defence system, blasting the little paladin with some of its quintessence knocking her out cold. A few minutes later she woke up with a massive headache. She groaned and glimpsed her reflection in her lion's plating, something was different about her appearance. Pidge frantically looked for a mirror and found one next to her laptop. She gasped, she was going to have a hard time explaining this...