Shaw opts to have her memory erased after nearly losing Root and Gen.
She escapes her past, leaving them to deal with her absence. Years later, still running missions after being retasked by the Machine, Shaw encounters Gen. She is no longer a child but encountering a familiar face sparks recognition in Shaw and slowly brings back her memories. (( Idea is alixjay's and was inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and the song Amnesia by 5SOS))
I really want an AU that involves Shaw still being in the Marines, that part I am fully willing to admit and am not at all surprised about.
The second part however, is a first for me... But that seems to happen a lot with this ship. I want something that is like Atlantis / Mermaid-ish inspired?
Root still needs her technology and can just be really curious / smitten with Shaw. (And maybe she rescues her or something when Shaw ends up going overboard for whatever reason, instead of you know... Dragging her into the depths / her doom. Although that is pretty typical of that style of AU I guess. I have another idea but if I actually write this I don't want to spoil it.)
Setting: Sort of season 3 for POI, vampires are mostly like True Blood (since that is what I have been watching recently), a little of Underworld and my own ideas.
Shaw walked casually through the small crowd that had lingered outside of the club. She could hear music seeping out from the partially opened doors as she approached.
The atmosphere from what she could see was nothing unexpected.
Dark, dim lighting, mostly composed of varying shades of red and black.
She paused in front of the bouncer leaning against the front door and tried to ignore the sleazy way he was dragging his eyes up her body.
"First time here?" He asked, the 'I think I'd remember a pretty face like yours' spoken with his leering rather than his mouth.
"Yes, is it that obvious?" She asked, keeping the bored look on her face but bringing a more sweet tone to her voice.
He smirked, his lips pulling wide to expose elongated canines. "Barely. It can be a shock to the system if you're a first timer who comes alone..."
His eyebrows raised and he chuckled. "Good luck."
As soon as he nodded, giving her the okay to head in, Shaw walked through the door. She could feel several sets of eyes land on her as soon as she was over the threshold.
Shaw was a hunter, she had worked for a special unit for nearly five years that had hunted down any manner of inhuman beast that was a threat to the public. Never questioning the judgement of her superiors. Until now, that is.
It was Cole really, who had pushed the topic. Shaw would have never readily admitted that similar thoughts had started to creep into the back of her mind with every new mission.
Vampires were one of the most common and notorious of the beasts they took out. Young and old vampires were dangerous for their own reasons. The older they were, the less violent they tended to be. Their age gave them strength that far exceeded that of their younger counterparts.
They were wise, strong and some even had the ability to walk in the sunlight.
Younger vampires were slaves to their thirst, aggressive and sometimes bordering mindless. They lacked the self control needed to keep a human alive while feeding and were one of the leading causes of vampire related deaths.
Shaw hated baby vamps, her body was littered with scars from claws and teeth that had caught her before she had mastered the art of killing them at a distance. (That required a lot of stealth and very, very good aim.)
Recently though, vampires had stepped out from the shadows. Or, as they liked to put it, come out of their coffins.
Shaw rolled her eyes at the memory of that broadcast and approached the bar.
Her unit was still active and while the government had kept a political front of attempting to be peaceful with the vampires. She was still putting down beasts and definitely still getting checks.
She scanned the faces around her discretely as she slid onto an unoccupied stool. The vampires around her for the most part looked intrigued, not aggressive or angry.
Cole had been worried that her gruff demeanor and possibly her scent would tip them off to her being a hunter. She had just told him that he was paranoid. She loved being right.
"What can I get you?" A man asked from behind the bar.
Shaw glanced up toward him, quickly realizing that he was human. His neck had several healing puncture wounds as well as some hickies.
"Whiskey, no ice." Shaw mumbled out, bringing her eyes down to the wood grain of the bar.
"First time, huh?" The man asked, smiling knowingly as he grabbed the bottle from the shelf behind him. "It's not so bad, most of them are pretty gentle... Unless you like it rough."
Shaw quirked a brow and lifted her eyes back up to meet his. "How's it work?" She asked, genuinely curious.
"Well, some people like to meet up on the dance floor... Sort of like a normal club, I guess. Those pairings just sort of happen. Others, start a conversation up by the bar. Some of it is purely by looks, others... More of the typical connection. Or, if you're lucky... She notices you."
"She?" Shaw asked, her brows furrowing slightly.
"The owner, she's the oldest vampire on the East Coast... Or, that's what they told me, anyway."
Shaw narrowed her eyes, intrigued. "What if you're a woman who isn't into women?"
He paused after sliding her glass over to her, looking thoughtful. "Well, most people that come in here are open to experimentation... I've never seen her force herself on anyone though, if that's what you're asking."
"What about the others?" Shaw asked, side eyeing the vampire that had just slid onto a stool a few seats down. He winked at her, flashing his teeth.
The man behind the bar was already reaching for a bottle of synthetic blood for the newcomer, who was obviously a regular. "Root doesn't allow for that sort of thing... You've seen the news broadcasts, right? This bar was opened to allow vampires to meet and feed off of willing humans. Gives them real blood to run off of when the synthetic isn't enough." As he finished he unscrewed the top from a bottle of the stuff before sliding it over to his vampiric patron.
Shaw stiffened when she suddenly felt another presence appear just on the other side of her. A rich and feminine smell accompanying it.
"Daniel, my ear is tingling... Are you talking about me again?" Said a smooth female voice.
Shaw glanced toward the source and was surprised to find a tall and lithe brunette leaning on the bar.
The bartender, Daniel, smiled at the newcomer. "Speak of the devil."
"Hey now," the woman said, her lips pulling wider to expose her fangs. "This is your boss you're talking about."
It was obvious that Daniel had more to say but loud voices by the front door cut him off before he could get anything out. Shaw turned her head slightly, her eyes following the group of three male vampires.
The woman, Root, pushed off of the bar and walked toward them. She had crossed her arms over her chest and her smile had quickly vanished.
"Peter... What a pleasure to see you."
"We want some girls, bring them to the back." The man in the front said, snapping his fingers. His eyes trailed down the curvaceous form of a blonde woman as he passed her.
Root smirked, her eyes darkening. "This is turning into quite the interesting evening... I thought I told you not to come back until you had money for me. For the repairs I had to make to my bar after your last visit."
The man slowed to a stop just beside her, fixing her with a glare. "What do you think I am here for?"
She held her ground and after a moment the man handed her over a large roll of bills with a growl. "I think that more than covers it... And my meal for the night."
Root's eyes brightened and her expression and posture relaxed immediately. "Just please behave yourself this time, Peter... I'll be occupied enough with the hunter sitting at my bar. I don't need you causing trouble as well."
A slight gasp cut through the club and Shaw stiffened as she felt all but Root's eyes turn on her. She swore, realizing then that she was the only human seated at the bar who wasn't paired off.
Peter, who Shaw had quickly recognized as Peter Yogorov, turned toward her. His eyes sweeping the bar before settling on her. His upper lip curved back, exposing his fangs.
Shaw's eyes moved for Root but the vampire was gone, already seated across the bar in a throne like chair overlooking the dance floor.
She grit her teeth, her hand reaching for her modified USP.
