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A Surprise Visit [10 Oct 2004|12:26am] William lay in bed. He hated lying in bed, wasting the day. But he was in a lot of pain. He had refused to take painkillers, and so was stuck like this. Connor limped himself along to the address William had given him, talking with Illyria. "He should be in, he was hurt last night too..." Illyria followed and kept her pace to match Connor's slow pace, "How many were there fighting last night?" "...Me and two Slayers were the muscle. Then there was William and Dawn doing spell stuff...maybe Dominick too...goddamnit why'd he have to live upstairs?" he asked, eyeing the building as they got there. ( Visiting William ) Connor flashed a grin to William as he limped out. "No problem. Heal up fast, man. The way this town works, you'll be needed on your feet again soon." "I'll do my best." William smiled at him. "And give Dawn my best." "I will." Connor promised, heading out. reply

Fools Rush In [10 Oct 2004|12:50am] [ mood | depressed ] I stopped in to visit with William this evening but he was sleeping. I left him some reading material. I don't know how long he is going to be off of his feet, but he needs to take the time to recover. It was a miracle that no one was killed last night. We need to plan better, be more prepared...something. There are so many of us here in this one little town: Watchers, Slayers, Heroes...but last night, we were not near enough. I was surrounded. We all were. They swarmed around us like maggots on rotten meat. Sometimes I think we are all cursed, and it's just a matter of time before the darkness takes over. reply

Scrambled [10 Oct 2004|12:55am] [ mood | pissed off ] That bitch ruined my jacket! I have worn this leather coat for decades. It's been like a second skin to me. What kind of Slayer bites through a leather jacket? She is no woman, that is for sure. I think she is more animal than I. At least I have better taste. True, I don't write in this journal often. I'm not one for words. I'm a man of action and violence and blood and lust. The fight last night, however, has my brains a bit scrambled. Why didn't I just kill her when I had the chance? Because of Rhiannon? Because of Bethany? These Slayers have gotten underneath my skin and will not let go. reply

A Meeting of Interests [10 Oct 2004|01:37am] It was early evening when Dawn made her way to the diner. Bruised as she was, there wasn't much of a drive to patrol tonight, though she kept an eye out for anything suspicious anyway as she made her way down the street. Staying on her guard wasn't so easy tonight though, even with the rigors of last night's combat and spellcasting to drive home the dangers faced. Truth be told, she was still giddy at finally moving into a home of her own...or at least shared home of her own. That was far better than squating, friendly though Mich and Andi had been. After enduring yet another glare from a passing local, Dawn rolled her eyes, glad the diner was coming into view. Locals or not, she still needed to eat...and didn't feel like staying at home while Connor and Illyria were out. Reaching up to touch her temple self-consciously, she stifled a sigh, knowing the purplish bruise around the stitched gash on her temple was fading, but still...it'd be nice if it could heal a little faster. Deciding not to think about it, Dawn pushed open the door to the diner and glanced around the almost deserted diner. The bored waitress didn't even bother to look up yet. Milly had her nose in the menu even though she almost had the entire thing memorized because she came in so often for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and an occasional snack when vending machines just didn't cut it. "The meatloaf," she ordered and handed the menu to the waitress without another word. The wasn't a point in making specifications at this point anymore. Milly sipped her water and glanced at the door where she noticed a girl walk in... and a most curious girl she was. Milly peered around her beefier neighbor to get a better look at the energy she posessed. ( Drag Queens Have the Funniest Jokes ) ( Superman ) ( Trouble ) ( Good Role Model ) reply

Well, that was fun... [10 Oct 2004|02:24am] [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | Bif Naked-Lucky ] So much for trying to rid ourselves of the current threat, though it was a gallant effort. We had quite a large crew for it too, though not as many as expected I was told. Either way, the night proved to be a bust. While I was thrilled to be of help with the banishing, it turned out to be the wrong guy. Of course. I don't like to think about what happened next...poor William, he took it the hardest of anyone there from my knowledge. We stayed at the hospital until we were certain he'd make it, though the poor guy had taken quite a beating regardless. Compared to him and some others, I feel lucky I just have a bruised arm. Rough landing. Connor didn't make it unscathed, though at least he didn't try to deny it. Poor guy, and he was still healing too. I hope he'll at least take it easy for a couple of days, after a catastrophe like that I bet everyone could use the downtime. If we're lucky enough to have any. //firewalled from everyone// Though it wasn't all bad...finally returning with Connor to OUR place was a nice feeling. Yeah, it needed and still needs fixing up but right then, I didn't care. It was enough that we'd both made it through the night and I got that little smile out of him again. That made the kiss worthwhile, otherwise I might have blushed myself to death. Sleeping on the couch -in his lap, no less- was peaceful. I needed that peace for once, lately I've had my sleep interrupted by nightmares....no, flashbacks but when you think about it same thing. After a rough night, I didn't want to return to that but Connor's presence helped. I don't know if it was completely him -I WAS exhausted- but I know he had something to do with it. //end firewall// The new place is working out just fine so far...granted, we haven't sorted things out much yet and my stuff still remains in piles all over but soon it'll all be straightened out. Including bedroom assignments. Though considering we have enough space...I'm thinking having someone else to share the rent if need be would be a great help. I don't know too many folks in town yet though, at least enough to tell if they'd be liveable or not. There's Oz, but I haven't seen him since the diner incident and by now he probably has his own place. Which is all well and good, but I'd like to see him again. William too, just to see for myself how he's doing. And Gwen sometime. Man, she was a riot. Strange person but in this town who isn't? Not to mention it's nice to have someone around that also shares a fetish for bad movies. //firewall//...and she's the only one I've really talked to about Connor. Why, I don't know but it's not like there's been chance or inclination to share that with anyone else so far. How can I bring up something like that among people I barely know and in the middle of discussions involving fighting evil? I just can't. But it's nice to know that someone knows...gah, I really have to stop gushing like I'm still fourteen.//end firewall// Enough blabber, I have a duplex to set in order...or maybe later, starting to feel tired again. Eh, productivity can wait. reply

Sleepytime [10 Oct 2004|04:53am] [ mood | content ] ( sleeping arrangements ) I give up. I hope she doesn't mind being stuck with me. reply

Purification [10 Oct 2004|07:17am] ( Not A Journal Item ) reply

AfterMath [10 Oct 2004|01:01pm] [ mood | cranky ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Dull noises echoed around the small training room. Dull noises caused by Kris' fists and feet meeting with the punching bag. Kris had been at this for about three hours or so, her black hair was tied back but a few strands now stuck to her sweat soaked face. Her tank top and shorts were also drenched and the wrapped bandages around her arm, stomach and shoulder were slightly red. Her wounds pulled open by unnecessary strain. Kris grunted slightly as pain shot up her one arm as her fist met the punching bag and the wound on her arm split open. She instantly stopped and let her arms drop to her side, she watched as one bead of sweat dripped from the end of her nose to hit the ground at her feet. She swallowed hard and wandered over to where her towel was. She sat down and rubbed the soft cotton over her face and arms but stopped as she neared her bandages. " Didn't even notice." She muttered to herself as her eyes came to fall on the bloody bandages. She sighed softly before she simply took a drink from her water bottle. Her other hand freed her hair and pushed through the hair as it came loose around her shoulders. Kris slowly stood to her feet and she flung her towel over her shoulder before she started to unwrap her bandages." Better change these." She moved from where she was sat and listened as her footsteps echoed around her as she moved through the house, Eddy was sleeping on the floor and she had no idea where Dominick was. Kris pulled open her bedroom door and placed the messy bandages in a nearby bin before she pulled out a first aid kit and she sat on her bed to wrap her wounds. She bit back a wince as she wrapped the white bandage around the nail marks on her arm. She shook her head to the memory of the other day and moved on to wrap her shoulder, Kris hissed in a breath as the wound burned her skin. She finished that off by tearing the bandage with her teeth before she taped it all into place." Two down, one to go." She straightened her back and started on wrapping her stomach, she was a little confused as to how she got these injuries but she figured the adrenaline must have blinded her to her acquired injuries. She remembered how the entire experience had blurred together, how everything had become so chaotic and she could clearly remember the pounding in her chest and the urgency she had felt. Kris sighed before she rested back into her bed; the soft covers seemed to shift to better accommodate her form. It felt really good. Kris' hand sought out her cell phone that rested not too far from where she was. She flipped it open and pressed the speed dial number two and it was instantly calling Hayden's number. She sighed as she got the answering machine before she waited for the beep." Hey Hayden. It's Kris, just ringing to let you know I'm alive and kicking, more or less. Hope you're okay and not working too hard. I'll see you soon. Miss you." With that, she hung up her phone and chucked it to the side before she captured her pillow. Her arms went around it and she cuddled it to her before she eventually dropped off to sleep. The dreams would come but she didn't care, she just wanted to sleep. reply

This World [10 Oct 2004|01:27pm] [ mood | tired ] I've spent the better part of two days helping out in Las Vegas. Managed to get a lot of people out of the tunnels but there were some people that I couldn't save, that no-one else could save. It's depressing to say the least, especially when you see people crying over their bodies. I've dealt with death before, it's part of life and I've accepted that but when you see an eight year old lying dead in its mother's arms, it makes you wonder what is wrong with this world exactly. I need a shower; I'm dirty and very bloody. Some of it my own and the rest of it? Best not to ask really. The beast was quiet enough to allow me to help but physical work always did keep it quiet, something about the physical exertion satiating it. I've been alive for over three hundred years and I don't even understand the other part of my nature. I know how to control it and I know what to do when it rears its ugly head but I don't understand its drive, what it wants from life and if there is more to its life than just the hunt? The Elders always said it was best not to look too far into yourself for fear of what you might see. There are tales of others doing it and being driven insane by what they saw. Thoughts for another day perhaps? I need to shower and then I need to rest. reply

Demons, So Not Worth The Pay [10 Oct 2004|01:35pm] [ mood | curious ] Bastion, Bastion, where for art thou Bastion? Hm, I do hope he hasn't betrayed me and my trust in him. I would have thought he would be back by now, perhaps its time for me to check on him? I do hate checking up on my sub-ordinates. You would think that a six hundred year old demon could do as he was told, wouldn't you? How bothersome. reply

Back Home [10 Oct 2004|11:03pm] [ mood | worried ] Death did funny things to people. Sometimes the sadness brought with it new found fortune. It was strange that way. In spite of the sadness she felt at losing Crystal, that last remnant of her life before Searchlight, Emmy had found herself marveling at the business Unseen Insight had gained. Of course, she felt guilty for it, but she was only human. Crystal, a seer to her last days, had known the end was coming, and directed all of her customers to Emmy. She'd even been kind enough to leave to Emmy all that she owned; the elderly woman had no other family but the girl she had hired to keep shop for her years before. With no need to buy any new merchandise for some time, Emmy finally splurged and bought the new car that she'd been needing; a 2005 Toyota Prius, in a color the dealer called ‘metallic aqua'. Economical and ecologically friendly; she was driving through Searchlight on her way home when the thought occurred to her to stop and see William. She found his house fairly quickly, and parked out front. William was leafing through one of the books Dominick had left behind, and attempting to resist removing the air cast on his ankle. The cane he had ordered had arrived overnight, but he was still going to be on crutches for the next week or so. He was less than happy about this. This wasn't a town for people with limited mobility. Destiny was doing some cleaning in the den when she heard a car pull up. Looking out the window, she saw Emmy in the driver's seat. She glanced at Will, who sat in his armchair obviously pissed off at the cast that kept him from doing his Watchery business. She walked to the door and pulled it open, trying to smile at Emmy happily, but the stress of the apocalypse kept it at a sad smile. ( YoumissedsomuchnotBaalbutAzazelWillhurtYougone. ) ( What made you think it was Baal? ) ( There is no blame here. ) ( ...kick this demon back to whatever Hell it came from. ) ( He'll become the demon corporeally if we don't do something. ) ( I've been feeding off his energy ) ( Good call. ) "The only way for me to be seriously hurt is if the spell goes right," Emmy countered, shaking her head. "If that's the case, Aidan will be himself again and I'm sure he'll see that I'm alright. If not... well honestly, William, I can defend myself, magickally anyway. I know a simple gesture spell that'd knock him on his arse and give me time to run." "I have no doubt you can. I just worry about the people I care about. But if you're going to meet him in half an hour, and need to find the runes, you'd best go." William smiled at her. "Call me when you've got him back." reply

Nothing But Hot Coals [10 Oct 2004|11:49pm] [ mood | angry ] Tristan threw his ruined jacket on the top of the corpse, topping off the pile. He had carried it all to a clearing in the desert, doing his best to avoid the crazed locals. Then he pulled off his bloodied shirt. He held it to his face and sniffed. It smelled of Rhiannon as well as his own blood and sweat. With a frown he added it to the pile. He walked over and picked up the gas can he had brought with him, emptying it's contents on the jumbled stack. The fumes wafted into the evening sky, causing his eyes to burn. Once that was done, he removed the book of matches from his back pocket. He was a vampire. He had to be cautious. He lit a match and held it up, watching the tip burn dangerously close to his fingers. Just before he could feel the heat lick at his fingertips, he dropped the match onto the drenched bundle. It went up in a whoosh. He quickly stepped back as the heat of the fire threatened to consume him as well. But he didn't leave. He watched and waited. Eventually the remains, including his jacket, were nothing but hot coals. Only then did he turn and leave. reply

[10 Oct 2004|11:55pm] [ mood | drained ] [ music | The Cure - Lullaby ] In only a few days time, a bedroom dresser had become an altar, scattered with the forgotten relics of a past not long since abandoned. A dusty parcel, untouched for sometime, never opened. A folded sheet of parchment, meant to be handed off to another more knowledgeable in the matter, forgotten and left there to wait for its time of importance. And now a book, a very expensive volume of spells, added to the collection. It could hear the girl in her bedroom, moving things around. Looking for something. But what? He knew. This Aidan knew, and it wanted to be told. But he refused, staying huddled there in the darkest recesses of his mind, refusing to let it know. Ah well. It would find out, eventually. Emmy knew he was back. Waiting for her, probably. She had to find it. William would be right, it made the most sense. Her bedroom was the one place she visited on a daily basis, the one place where it would best work. But where? The room held a feeling of misuse, as if an uninvited guest had recently been there. But Emmy did her best to ignore that; there were more important things at hand, for the moment. She sat down on her bed, frowning. Where else to look? And then it dawned on her... ( Oh sod off you overgrown goat ) ( Gotcha ) ( Hostile Post-Possession Phone Call ) "Yeah, you too," Aidan replied absently. "Sorry about the book thing." Emmy was stirring; he reached and pulled the blanket to cover her. He hung up her cell, and placed it on the bedside table, sighing to himself and leaning back against the headboard. He had a lot to think about. reply

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