The continuation of a Daria fanfic by Rey Fox (firstname.lastname@example.org)
(from part 1)
Rachel giggled. Then Daria noticed Rachel smile at Trent. An icy chill ran down Daria's
spine. That smile, she thought, why did it look so...predatory? And did her canine teeth
just a bit too sharp? Trent sped off, leaving Daria back in his dust with her worries.
"Damn it, she said out loud, "That girl just...isn't...right!"
"I know what you mean."
"What?" Daria whirled around to face this unexpected guest. She was a
with black clothes, black eyeliner, and a single fishnet glove over her left hand.
"I said, I know what you mean," Andrea answered calmly, "She isn't
CHAPTER 6: Midday Confessions
Daria stared at Andrea, unsure of where to start with how wrong this was. She wondered
briefly where she had lost control of things in her life. Then she wondered if she had
control in the first place. Then she decided that it was a moot point, and came back to
situation at hand.
"How long have been monitoring me?" blurted Daria. That seemed like a good
place to start.
"Well, I was over in this area thinking to myself, and then I noticed a car
pulling up, so I
was naturally curious. Then I saw that the driver wanted to talk to you, which was quite a
prise, no offense, and then I sensed that you had some issues between this person, and
girl in the passenger seat, and then I saw the way that she looked at the driver, and I
flash of something quite unfamiliar when I concentrated on her, and then you cursed out
I got a feeling that you may be on the same wavelength as me. And that's it, in a
Daria tried to gather her thoughts again, but they kept jumping away.
HELL are you trying to tell me?!"
"I'm trying to tell you that the girl in question really ISN'T right, and that the
that car might be on danger."
"First off, 'The Driver' has a name, Trent Lane. And 'That Girl' is Rachel Last
Unknown. And Second, and probably most importantly, where do you get off...saying all
"It's my guilty little secret," deadpanned Andrea.
"Well you'll have fill me in on it, Andrea, I don't know you. Oh sure, we see each
in school sometimes, I mean, I don't know how anybody could miss you with that whole
going on, but the point is that I don't know you, you don't know me, and this isn't any of
business, or at least it wasn't your business until now, and I want to know why it is all
sudden." Daria finally took a deep breath.
"Okay, here it is, in condensed form. I may not have been told these things, but I
them. Why? Because I SENSED them. With my mind, I suppose."
"So you're telling me that you're psychic. That's wonderful. But I gotta tell you
only psychics I know either run 900-number services or do staged tricks on Sick, Sad
Andrea weathered that remark as well as she could. "Actually, I wouldn't call it
E.S.P., maybe. I'm more of an empath. Or an aura-reader, or some of that new-age garbage.
can sense feelings and other intangible things, but I couldn't tell you what number you
"Hmmm, Mrs. Li was right about those RPGs. They really ARE a bad influence. Good
she banned them from Lawndale High before it was TOO late.
"Daria, do you REALLY think that I go around telling people this? I could tell
this was a
special case, and I thought that just MAYBE you'd be a little more open-minded."
"There's a fine line between open-mindedness and gullibility, Andrea, and I don't
skating it right now."
"Well, for all I've told you, maybe you oughtta start. Here's another fascinating
I saw quite an emotional leap in you when this Trent person pulled up. If I didn't know
I'd say you were attracted to him."
"Yeah, I know, I didn't think you had the capacity for that either, but apparently
At another time, Daria might have been able to lie, but this whole situation had caught
off guard. As it was, she could only stammer, "That's...not true!"
One didn't have to have E.S.P. to tell that Daria was covering something up there.
decided that she'd push Daria a bit harder to get her to come clean. It would probably do
lot of good, she thought.
"It is true, Daria, you seem to have a crush going. I got to admit, he is kinda
he just a bit old, though?"
This brought Daria to the breaking point. "Okay, fine. You've just found out my
god damned secret. You can stop by my house later, and I'll throw you my fucking
"I thought it might feel good for you to let that out."
"Well, seeing that you stole it first, I would like to have it back now, if you
"Too bad it doesn't work like that. Anyway, I won't tell anyone else, since I
in using this talent to run the gossip mill, so don't worry. I know that this jaded
yours must be hard to keep up sometimes."
"Okay, let's not start psychoanalyzing me. I don't have time for that. Or if I DO
time, I still lack the patience."
"Now that we've got that out of the way, I guess it won't surprise you that I
divine that you were quite green at Rachel."
"I think I might be getting over it. I still wouldn't mind leafing through my copy
This Book and cooking up something for her."
"Go with it, Daria," Andrea quipped, "Anyway, I then focused my mind on
the people in the
car. Trent was glowing, but I suppose you could tell that."
"I dunno, he seemed kinda lethargic to be glowing."
"Yeah, I thought that, too. He was at sort of a loss for energy."
"He always is. But not quite this much."
"Hmmm. Anyway, just before they left, I focused on Rachel. She didn't seem to have
the same feelings for Trent as Trent did for her. And when she smiled at him, I felt a
"Damn, I did, too."
"Then Trent peeled out, so I couldn't focus on her for too long. But do you know
feeling that I got from her was?"
"I don't know, YOU'RE the psychic."
"What, she's a cannibal?"
"Not quite that type of hunger. I can't put my finger on it. And there was another
From her aura, for lack of a better word. She doesn't seem human."
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly what I'm saying. I could sense...a sort of animal-like quality to
"Well, she does seem just a little too beautiful to be human. And that does
strange things about her, though."
"Like her hair. Like her eyes. Her pupils aren't round. And they reflect light,
cat's eyes at night."
"Are you serious?"
"Dead serious." Andrea could tell that now.
"Wow, that is weird. I think we're onto something here."
Unfortunately, the fifth period warning bell chose that moment to ring. The assorted
students on the lawn began to file in toward the building. Daria could never see that
immediately thinking of Pavlov's dogs. She also felt the urge to go inside, for they had
conditioned her too, but there was still business to be done here.
"You know," said Daria, "I just remembered, Trent volunteered to pick up
me and Jane after
school. He must really be glowing. Anyway...oh Jesus, how do I say this...you suppose you
"Stake her out?"
"Somthing like that..."
"Rent out my talent?"
"Well maybe not..."
"Yeah, I'll do it. This has piqued my curiosity."
"And since Trent seems to be dating some kind of cat-woman, and a near-total
told me that I have a thing for him, I think I'm ready to believe anything."
"That's the spirit."
"You sure you don't have to catch a ride?"
"I walk. And I don't have anything to do this afternoon."
"Good. Just sit on the other side of this little entry road and pretend like
"Oh boy, undercover work, this sounds fun."
"Just do it."
CHAPTER 7: The Stakeout
Naturally, Daria was unable to concentrate for the rest of the day at school. In fact,
the first time that she could remember, she was unable to answer when Mr. DeMartino
called on her for a question about the Mexican War. Coming as it did after three
tries from other students, Mr. DeMartino nearly lost it. Daria thought about changing her
the "When DeMartino Gets Another Heart Attack" pool she kept with Jane, but even
pushed out of her mind by the impending Rachel issue. The sheer ludicrosity of the whole
situation also entered Daria's mind, but she decided it was too late to turn back now. We
now beginning our final descent into Madness, she thought, please return all tray tables
full upright and locked positions.
Finally the bell rang and Daria went to her locker to gather her stuff, and then went
front lawn to meet Jane.
"By the way, Jane, Trent stopped by during lunch to say hi."
"He did? Was, by any chance, Rachel in the car with him?"
"Yep. She's turning Trent into a nice guy. She must be stopped."
"If I ever see him in a suit and tie, then I'll get concerned."
Andrea was across the street by the Lawndale High sign, as promised. She looked up at
once, and Daria gave a small head nod. Andrea went back to her studies.
A short time later, Trent finally appeared. He pulled the car over.
"Hey everybody, hop in," he said.
"Hey Trent," said Jane, "you look like you could use some sleep."
"Point well taken. Soon as I drop you all off, I'm gonna take a nice long
"Okay, Trent," said Rachel, "Just remember to be up by eight so we can
go to the movies."
"I'll set my alarm."
"Hey Rachel, don't you have to work today?" asked Daria.
"I have the day off, thankfully," said Rachel, "That job's a real
soul-crusher. It's only
"You seem to be asking a lot of questions, Daria," said Jane suspiciously,
hoping that Daria
wasn't still jealous. This seemed beneath her, but Jane wasn't really sure.
"Okay, you caught me, I'm a Private Investigator, and I'm running a background
Admittedly, I'm not very good at it."
Rachel giggled at this. Trent said, "Cool, Daria." Then he finally put the
car into first,
taxied out of the parking lot, and took off into the street. Daria hoped that Andrea had
time to give a better reading. After that, she wasn't sure what she would do.
Upon reaching home, Daria was glad to see that Quinn was for once not on the phone.
snatched it, went into her room and shut the door. For extra security, she put on some
Quinn seemed busy organizing her vanity chest, so Daria figured that she would be
all day, but there was still need to take precautions, so she took the downstairs phone as
She got out the little piece of notebook paper that she wrote Andrea's phone number on,
dialed it in. Luckily, Andrea herself answered the phone.
"So, Kreskin, did you get any more insight into this matter?" Daria inquired.
"I think I did. It's still fuzzy, though, and I don't think it can get any
"Just tell me what you know."
"Well, to start with, she's most certainly not human. At least not in the
"That's good news to start with. Any ideas on what she might be?" Daria
peeked into the
hall to make sure Quinn wasn't listening in. There was no telling what she might imply
"Well, she looks human, but that doesn't seem to be her primary form."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that she spends most of her time in another form. That of an animal."
"Yeah. A forest animal, a carnivore. Not a great man-eater, but something smaller
quicker. Taking together all I could sense, and adding in the physical factors of her hair
eyes, I would have to say that she is a fox."
Daria paused a monent before answering. "Andrea, that's not even REMOTELY
"It's not supposed to be."
"Some kind of fox-creature. I have some books on totemism and mythology. Maybe I
it in there."
"I dunno, this is just too weird. I mean, why would a fox or whatever become a
woman in order to seduce Trent?"
"Maybe he's just THAT cute."
"That's not funny either."
"Funny or not, we can't really do anything until I find out more. I gotta go now,
"Wait-" Andrea hung up. Daria listened to the phone make it's impatient
before the dial tone came on.
CHAPTER 8: Behind Her Eyes
And, inevitably, the day passed, and another took its place. At school it was the usual
boring and aggravating routine, only this time Daria was unsure of the fate of a friend.
looked all around for Andrea, but she couldn't find her. She was just another random
after all, and they didn't share any classes. Well, she better show up pretty damn soon,
Daria, 'cause she had some 'splainin' to do. But the day ended with no sign of her.
Daria came home and tried to call Andrea, but she wasn't home. So she sat down and did
homework, but it was a slow process. At about 6:30, the phone rang, and a visibly annoyed
gave it to Daria, saying that it was "that weird art girl that you hang out
with." Daria took it
from Quinn, shooed her out of the room, and said hello.
"Daria, do you think that you could come over to my place now?" asked Jane.
"Uh, no, Mom is home early tonight, and she's cooking something special. Lasagna,
So naturally I got to attend. Why?"
"Oh, nothing, I wanted you to give Trent a little company."
"Boy, Jane, this is your most direct attempt yet. You must really want me and him
"It's not that, Daria. Trent is sick."
"Yeah, he's been in bed all morning, says he's too weak to get up. Looks like he
means it, too. Plus, he's kinda pale. I think Rachel gave him mono, or something."
So that's the evil plan, Daria thought ruefully to herself. "Well, I'm sorry,
call you later tonight."
"That's cool. Bye."
Mono, hmmmmm. Daria tried to call Andrea again, but she still wasn't there.
"Man, this is great lasagna!" said Jake over-enthusiastically.
"Thank you, honey," said Helen, "How about you girls?"
"It's good," said both Daria and Quinn, with considerably less enthusiasm.
With that, Helen
relaunched into her epic tales of her day at the firm. Jake did his obligatory smiling and
ing while busying himself with the newspaper. Daria and Quinn picked at their lasagna in
until the phone rang. Helen reached for the phone, and Quinn sprung into action.
"If it's Tommy, I'm not home, if it's Jason, I'm not interested in him in that
way, if it's
Ryan, I don't live here anymore, and if it's Clive, Chase, or Josh, then gimme the
Helen gave her a look, and answered the phone. "Hello? Yes, but you'll have to
quick, we're eating dinner. Daria, it's for you."
The usual surprise at getting a call passed over Daria briefly, and then she took the
"Hey, this is Andrea. I'm at the library, and I've found some fascinating info. I
that you see it for yourself."
"Uh, okay, could I at least finish dinner first?"
"Yeah, but hurry up. This is important."
"Yeah, okay, bye."
Daria pushed the phone's POWER button. "Uh, Mom? I was just reminded that I need
someone at the library for a school project. Could I possibly get a ride?"
"Daria, I have some important work to get done tonight."
"More important than your daughter's educational future?"
"Mom, I'm the one with potential, remember? You wouldn't want to squander that,
Helen cracked. "All right, FINE, Daria, I'll give you a ride, and call me when
to go home."
Andrea met Daria outside of the county library, which overlooked Hargrove's Woods not
from the 9-To-5 Mart. They went inside, and Andrea led Daria to the table she was working
"By the way, did you read my mind to get my phone number?" asked Daria.
"Hell no, I looked it up in the phone book. How many Morgendorffers do you think
in this town? Besides, I already told you that my abilities don't work that way."
"Right, right. Now anyway, are you sure you couldn't just tell me about this over
"You seem like the skeptical type."
"Well anyway, Mulder, what did you find?"
"Some confirmation of my suspicions."
Daria looked at the table, which had a number of books on Chinese and Japanese
"I told you before that Rachel appears to be some sort of fox/human being,
"You told me that."
"Well, most of the mythology and folklore of the Far East tells of these foxes,
are commonly known as 'kitsune', which is a Japanese word."
"Japanese for what?"
"Says they transform themselves into beautiful girls or boys, in order to seduce
mischief with people. According to myth, these women are more seductive than any human
woman, which would explain how she reeled Trent in. Have you ever noticed any strange
"Well, I used a toilet after she did. Well, actually I didn't use it, because it
"Aha. That's one way to tell. No matter what form they take, they never lose their
scent. Although humans could probably only detect it through urine."
"So then, another animal, like, say, a dog, could probably smell it right
"You catch on fast. That's the most tried-and-true test of the kitsune. Sic the
her. Sometimes they'll scare the kitsune so badly that it will revert back to their fox
"Well this is all truly fascinating, but-"
"It gets weirder. Do you remember how pale and tired Trent was yeterday?"
"Yeah, in fact, Jane just called to say that he's even worse today. Says he can't
out of bed."
"That's really bad news. The intentions of fox-women vary, but there are some that
their victims so that they can drain them of their vitality, of their...being, of
force, for lack of a better word. They can do this to a succession of victims to prolong
"Sort of like Liz Taylor," quipped Daria.
"If Trent is in as bad a condition as you say he is, she might only need one more
him to finish the job and return to the forest."
By this point, Daria was becoming quite overwhelmed. "Wait, time out," she
said, "this is
insane. Completely insane."
"You're telling me."
"You don't understand. What if we're just chasing a bunch of ridiculous
mean, a Chinese myth? What's a Chinese myth doing in America, let alone Lawndale? What's a
Chinese myth doing ANYWHERE?! It's all insane, and I don't feel like going insane until I
and can move into a shack in Montana."
Andrea looked frustrated, then offered her opinion. "Look, I honestly don't know
happening here, maybe she hopped on a plane. But I can tell you two things. One, I know
real, I can sense it. And you'll just have to trust me, because you already know that I
thing or two about you that logically, I can't know. But I found out, the same way I found
out. I wouldn't lie about ANY of this, Daria, why would I? I hardly even knew you before
day. Two, you were first to notice that there was something wrong with her. How did you
"Well, the hair, the smell, the eyes, mostly the eyes."
"Exactly. It wasn't all physical things, was it? A good part of it must have been
her eyes, right?"
"Behind her eyes?"
"Intuition, Daria. What I'm trying to say is TRUST your intuitions. Your gut
what alerted you to her true nature. Your gut feelings don't lie."
"I'm having a gut feeling right now. In fact, I think I might vomit."
"As for me, I have to use the bathroom. Be right back."
She sure knows how to make an exit, thought Daria.
Andrea passed the circulation desk on the way to the resrooms, and there, standing off
side, was her father. He was a big, intimidating man, a retired Naval officer, and his
got Andrea's immediate attention, as it always did.
"Come on, you've been here long enough, we've got to get to your sister's
"But Dad, I have still have important work to do!"
"You can do it afterwards, it won't be long. Besides, you promised her you'd be
"It must have been in one of my weaker moments," said Andrea in a Daria-esque
"Either way, you're going, and you're going now," said her father firmly.
"No excuses. After all, it might be good for you to see one of your family members
"Please don't get into this again..." pleaded Andrea as she was led into the
Ten minutes later, Daria checked the women's restroom. She's probably doing her makeup,
thought Daria, it must take a lot of effort to stay looking so gaunt. But when she didn't
Andrea in there, or in any other part of the library, her annoyance turned to anger. Daria
considered calling her mother, but then remembered that Rachel's apartment complex wasn't
far away. Gut feelings, huh? She decided to find out for herself.
TO BE CONTINUED...