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Pulse [06 Oct 2004|12:50am] Hannah sat atop the rocky slope, head tilted back to feel the sun on her face. Eyes closed, she remained still with the hint of a smile on her face. The sunlight was warm, pure, and it wrapped around her heart like molten gold. Beneath her, the earth felt different there. She'd driven far into the hills, away from the tainted ground of her new home. The results were breathtaking. It was almost as though she'd forgotten how beautiful the world could be. How free she could feel in its arms. How safe. She spread her palms on the rocks and really felt them. The tiny jagged pieces that made up the rough surface, the warmth they'd absorbed from the sun. Within them, their own special energy. And from that, she pulled her strength. Deep within the earth, an unexpected rumbling began. Hannah flinched, eyes snapping open, grasping hold of the rock beneath her as she tried not to topple from her precarious position. With a tiny sound of fear, she laid her body flat against the surface just as the rumbling turned into a bone-jarring shudder. Below, she could hear boulders breaking loose from their positions and tumbling over the face of the slope. The noise was deafening as an unnatural energy spread through the ground, earth forced apart by unseen hands. The nerve endings in Hannah's fingertips began to buzz, overloaded by the unexpected pulse. She squeezed her eyes shut and balled her hands into fists. Her cheek scraped against the surface. And then it stopped. All around her were the sounds of sliding and breaking, things coming to rest in new places. Hannah lifted her head slowly, an unsteady breath taken as she did. She felt strange. Charged. Her skin crawled with the need to move, to push it all out again. She sat up gingerly and looked at her hands, watched her fingertips quiver. She curled them inward, digging her nails into her palms, and resisted the urge to touch anything, to hold them out from her body. "What do I do?" she whispered as she tucked them in towards her body and looked around. Her knees began to tremble. "It's too much. What do I do?" reply

May you live in interesting times... [06 Oct 2004|12:53am] [ mood | accomplished ] [ music | Monty Python-Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life ] If that's really a curse then apparently I'm damned to it, at least lately. Though despite the cynical tone there, it hasn't been all fire and brimstone. There's actually been a few pleasant surprises, not the least of which was running into Oz. OZ!!!! .....sorry, I'll stop the girly squealing. But it's OZ. The guy who was one of the Scoobies for a time, who filled in the role of 'cool older brother' for me and never condescended to me even when the others did. I still have a few of those Dingoes Ate My Baby songs on my laptop, thankfully. He seemed happy to see me also even though he was typically toned down about it. I'll definitely ahve to keep in touch now that we're in the same town. I don't like him staying in a motel but I have no way to donate him crashspace for the time being. At least not for a few more days. //firewalled against everyone//Man, he brings back memories... Even if they're fake ones. It's phenomnicaly weird to know that I have years of memories of this guy and the other night was the first time I'd actually met him. How strange is that? Though I still couldn't stop the enthusiastic greeting anyway, it was so good to see someone who knew me for a change and not just of me. //end firewall// Oz wasn't the only familiar face to appear, though. Illyria showed up just today and...okay, I don't know her but Connor did from his stint in L.A. Evidently she worked with Angel and co., though she hasn't seen any of them in some time. I guess it was too much to hope for more information on Spike and what happened to him, but seeing her around gives me hope. She's...rather strange and severely blunt, oddly remeniscent of Anya in that and her confusion of human behavior. I can see why she's latched onto Connor, considering he's the only one she really knows here. //firewalled against everyone again//Illyria knows about me, as The Key. Apparently she's that old. That both frightens me and makes me extremely curious. How much does she know about me that I don't know about myself? Maybe there will be time to ask, but not just yet. And oh my GOD, her questions. I thought Connor was about to blush himself to death on the spot! Okay, perhaps he wasn't the only one...//end firewall// As for the other good news, the perpetual darkness is gone! Yeah, I know that's not a surprise to anyone by now but there's so little good news going around that I feel the need to repeat it in my journal nonetheless. After jet-lag and then having my internal clock continually thrown off by that, it's wonderful to return to the semblance of a schedule again. Granted, there's still possessed people running around so not everything is perfect. That's an understatement, to say the least. Yesterday, I was trying to take a nap when I felt that shriek from the ground itself, as it began to shake. Now I'm from southern California so earthquakes don't faze me that much. But this one...felt different and with all the weird activity going I know it can't be a natural event. My ears were ringing for a while after that -so much for sleep- though fortunately nothing aside from a few fragile items were broken. From what I saw of the town when patrolling earlier it didn't seem to be that badly affected though I've heard far worse of Las Vegas....subway tunnels damaged and lava in the streets? Yikes, for once I'm glad I'm not there. So much for the trip there, though I couldn't really consider it until I get a car anyway. First things, first though. I'm pleased to announce that I'll be the co-renter of a duplex as of next week. The other co-renters are Connor and...Illyria. Yes, Illyria as a neighbor, but she insists on having Connor nearby as a human guide, so....yeah. That ought to be interesting, but she seems to approve of me so that's a plus. We really should have a forth person though, don't want the place overcrowded but someone else to help share the rent would be great. I'll ask Mich or Andi, maybe they know of someone? I've been meaning to talk to them more anyway, it seems we keep missing each other lately. At least for a true chance to talk, which is a shame. I want to catch up with the Watchers I met also, see what they know about this earthquake and other issues. Time to try sleeping again....if I can. reply

Oz, Dawn, Connor, a diner, and something Icky [06 Oct 2004|02:29am] [ mood | weird ] ( hugs and glares ) ( diner ) ( Ick ) ((ooc note: scene takes place a day or so ago)) reply

God-Kings, Keys and house hunting [06 Oct 2004|02:43am] [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | Hey man nice shot by Filter ] ( blunt, isn't she? ) ( problem solving ) ( the duplex ) ...What a strange fucking day. Jesus. So much to take in. And now I've got Illyria here. Which is...ok, nice. Weird, kinda painful, but nice over all. I'm glad to see her. And I think she's the equivellant of glad to see me. Hard to tell, really, but she's decided I'm her new guide, so that must say something. //firewalled from everyone// Illyria. What I remember about her was what my dad told me over coffee right before everything went to hell. What had happened with Fred, what Illyria was like, I got the cliff notes version of what'd gone down. I didn't know she could do that though. Play Fred. ...that hurt. I still owe her an apology, but she's dead, yet she's right there when she plays her...it's confusing. Wes is dead, too. ...seems like I should have known. He'll be missed, Wes was a good man. //end firewall// We went house hunting, since Illyria wants to stay with me, and I'm pretty sure Nyx isn't going to want an ancient demon god living above his bar. We looked at this duplex which is probably haunted, but that's fine by me, Dawn and Illyria. So I think we've got that covered. I have to call my parents. They'll help. They worry about me and it'll be good to talk to them anyways. Well at least I got the loft all fixed up, Nyx'll be able to rent that out if he wants now, and get a decent price for it. I'll still do bouncing for him too, if he wants me to. ...but anyways, I've emailed my parents, and Illyria's crashed out at a motel Dawn was nice enough to get us for the night. I don't really want to leave her alone for too long. I need some sleep too. Weird fucking day.... reply

Gaining a powerful ally [06 Oct 2004|03:36am] Connor was headed back to the motel after jogging back to his place really quickly to grab a few things. Illyria had crashed out, so at least he didn't have to worry about her doing anything weird or homicidal while he was gone. Still, he didn't really want to leave her alone very long. Unpredictable, that was definitely her. He shrugged his backpack over his shoulder and headed up the street, mind going over the weird events of the day. William had gone to the bookstore to get more research material on Azazel. Nothing so far had been useful, and he needed to do something. The sun had come out, but this was all far from over. Whichever of Em's demons was responsible for this was just biding its time, he was sure. And now was probably angry. He looked up and saw a young man walking towards him , loaded down with some bags. He should head home right away, but he didn't like to see anyone who seemed unprepared out alone. There were still some of the possessed wandering about. He walked over to the young man. "Excuse me, you need a hand with any of that?" ( Meeting a Legend ) ( Others in Town ) ( The Gathering Storm ) William laughed and nodded. "A good suggestion. As I said, come by anytime. If we're not there, well, we'll be back soon enough." Connor dropped off a quick salute with a smirk. "Aye aye. I'll see you soon then. Have a good night...don't get killed on the way home or anything." he joked. "I'll do my best. Same goes for you." William turned away and said, quietly to himself, "Because we're going to need all the help we can get." reply

Shards Of Me [06 Oct 2004|03:44am] [ mood | distressed ] [ music | Evanescence - Whisper ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ The moment Elfleda had left, Kris had broken. Her hands went over her face as she cried into each one of her palms. The thoughts of all because of me, I should have been stronger and how can he love me now? whirled through her mind and she let out a sharp sob before her legs gave way beneath her and she collapsed to the porch. Guilt. Pain. Anguish. Despair. That was what she felt. The man she loved with all her heart had sacrificed so much for her and what had she done? Nothing. She had to make it right but she didn't know how, her heart seemed to twist within her chest and she simply huddled into a small ball. Her legs drawn up tight towards her chest as she allowed herself to cry. How could he love her? After this? She shouldn't have fallen asleep, she should have taken the potion from Elfleda. Maybe he would have his memories, maybe he wouldn't have to be confused, all because of her. This was all her fault. She hurt, her heart was breaking and she was powerless to stop it. She had no idea how to make up for this, she had no idea if she could ever love Hayden the way he deserved to be loved. How could she look him in the eye again? How could she kiss him without feeling the guilt? A part of her soared in joy because he loved her enough to do that but at the same time, another part of her twisted in dismay as she knew that if she had done things differently, he wouldn't have made that sacrifice. Her body quaked as the emotions became almost too much to bear. Guilt was the strongest and the pain associated with it. She had caused this, Hayden had done this because of her, because he loved her and she hadn't known. If she had, what would she have done? Stopped him? But how could you stop Hayden when his mind was set? She needed to make this right. She wanted to make this right but she didn't know how. Her mind screamed out for the answers but she simply remained huddled, sobbing out every emotion. She hadn't cried like this since she was a child. reply

Our Work There Is Done [06 Oct 2004|03:51am] ( Not A Journal Item ) reply

A Meeting Of.. Interests. [06 Oct 2004|03:55am] [ mood | contemplative ] It wasn't that hard to find her. Dyan was someone Elfleda had been keeping distance from for a certain amount of time. It couldn't be too quickly after meeting the Watcher that vampire sought after, for suspicions might arise. Leaving time had its benefits. And Elfleda could wait a very long time indeed, if need be. She found her, in a city of gambling - of civil emergency recently as well. A hungry beast feasting on a member of the police service, apparently oblivious to the world. Not so much, however, once Elfleda's presence began to permeate the area; matriarchal, indeed almost feeling maternal for all dark things. For she was an ambassador and carried with herself the representation of all which made them. An interconnected spirit which passed through them all. Vampires included. But unlike certain others she had known of, Elfleda found something of an enjoyment in watching vampires feed. They were walking personifications of corruption and hence, in her eyes, rather close to an ideal. "A little less refined than I expected..." The visitor announced with a smile of pleasantry. "But then, kills usually are." Dyan allowed the uniformed body to drop to the ground with a dull thud, but not before using the officer's tie as a napkin. Her face went back to normal, striking but not beautiful. Her voice, when it sounded, was typical, velvet over gravel, "It's hard to be refined when one is enjoying themselves so much. So much havoc, the panic in these people tastes of strawberries in spring." Not that the pleasure of that was something she'd had in a great many years. That could only be done in a field, in the sunlight, which for her was a total impossibility. ( A Discussion, A Temptation ) Once Dyan had parted the company of the Bride, she went on the hunt, not even bothering to use the guise of humanity to lure a victim. She just grabbed a woman as she passed, the struggle against her grip nothing compared to the rush she was under. Interesting how a meeting such as the one just had could revive the hunger so shortly after a feeding. The woman killed was left with her throat torn out sloppily, clothing ripped and tattered as though a rape might been attempted. The police would do a kit, but find nothing. There was nothing sexual about this assault. Just the pure pleasure of the kill. Soon after, she disappeared into a hotel, giving the clerk some line about a live action role play that she'd participated in to explain the blood all over her face and clothing. It was stage blood, of course. Her clothing was discarded, put down the incinerator chute. The drapes were drawn tightly at the windows as well as the bed after the Do Not Disturb sign was hung. It was nearly sunrise, and she again had to hide away for the day. reply

Abandon Hope - By Any And All Means [06 Oct 2004|07:53pm] [ mood | artistic ] That town is full of fear and anger, some people even starving, lest they be found by one of the possessed, should they venture out. What a wonderful start. But it has meant activity is somewhat down outside. I thought I'd add a little colour to the proceedings. All those piled up bodies going to waste... And those Watchers and their Slayers do so adore their Christian symbology of Roman torture devices. So I had a corpse crucified by the wrists, just over the cemetary's gateway. 'ABANDON HOPE ALL YE SOULS WHO ENTER HERE' Written in blood, of course. No point in wasting perfectly fine ink. Besides which, internal fluids do tend to go rather... Black after a while. Not really much difference. One would expect that by the afternoon it might look quite bloated. It was rather a bother finding the right one. In the end it was random. After all, if you're going to have it disrobed and skinned, the eyes would be staring open anyway, won't they? Not that anyone should brave enough to bury those other bodies for a while, with all this commotion going on. Slayers, on the other hand, tend to frequent there and Watchers do so love a mystery. So happy to oblige... reply

Facing The Facts [06 Oct 2004|09:57pm] [ mood | indescribable ] Hayden's steps, a bit slower than usual, revealed his exhaustion as he turned the corner behind the bookstore.  Although he'd walked several miles back to town, and his head was pounding, he was more mentally than physically tired.  The stress of the earthquake and his accident had combined with the general confusion of the past few weeks.  Head down, he approached the door to his apartment, still shirtless, though the material was wadded in his hand rather than pressed to his head.  A spent cigarette hung from the fingers of his other hand.  The gold pendant rested just beneath his collarbone. Kris had pulled herself from where she had fallen and she had driven over to Hayden's apartment. She had sat and watched his apartment for hours and up until now there had been no sign of Hayden. The area around her eyes was still slightly red and her dark brown eyes flickered with every emotion pulsating through her. Elfleda's words came back to haunt her as she saw Hayden. Failure. Kris took a deep breath and got out of her car. As she stood, she forced herself to swallow back the rather large lump that had formed in the back of her throat. She frowned as she took in the state of Hayden." ..Hayden?" She quickly ran her eyes over the rest of him, checking to see if he had been hurt in any other way. Though from the state of that shirt, he had taken a hard knock to the head. He looked up, an expression of relief on his face.  "Jesus, Kris... I was so worried," he said with a sigh, and headed towards her.  His headache was nearly forgotten in the distraction of knowing she was okay.  But as he came closer, the reddened eyes and tension in her posture revealed that something was very wrong.  He dropped his shirt on the ground and reached out to tip up her chin.  "Hey..."  Hayden's eyebrows drew together.  "Is everything alright?" ( Let's Go Inside ) ( Believe Me ) ( No Pain, No Gain ) " Makes it all the more special." Kris agreed with a nod of her head before she tipped her head to one side." You got any ice cream in that freezer of yours? I figure we could both do with some." "Chocolate sound alright?" he asked, taking her hands in his.  "Assuming I have any bowls left intact."  Kris smiled." Chocolate sounds great. I'm a total chocolate nut, I swear I'm an addict." She commented lightly before she squeezed his hands. His lips curved upward.  "It's good to see your smile... even if it's brought on by my selection of frozen foods.  Come on."  With that, he pulled her towards his kitchen.  " Your selection of frozen foods?" Kris repeated slowly before she simply looped her arms around his waist from behind and nuzzled her face against his back for a moment before she commented." I think it's more the owner of the frozen foods." She then kissed his cheek and slipped into the kitchen. reply

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