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Like Minds Collide [15 Oct 2004|05:16am] [ mood | enthralled ] Dyan walked up the street, it was already a couple hours past sunset and people were starting to settle down again. That meant hunting was getting better again, which made her smile to herself. She still had to be careful though, some of the locals were still under possession and she didn't want anything to do with those. They acted pretty normal, but they smelled and felt different. Hm.. there's one. She moved along behind a young woman who was foolishly out on her own, keeping just out of sight, for now. Darian stood at the intersection of Main and Hill Streets, watching as a few pedestrians moved by. He was dressed in a charcoal business suit, the jacket unbuttoned and the shirt open at the collar. His head was tipped down, cold eyes following the scattered people as they rushed down the sidewalks, hurrying to get what they needed and get back inside. Inside his pockets, his thumbs rubbed slowly against his index fingers. ( That Belongs To Me ) ( That's A Waste ) ( Condecending To You ) ------------------------------ ( True Nature Revealed (NC17/Sexual Content) ) ( Parting Ways or A Parting Shot ) reply

Road Trip [15 Oct 2004|11:47am] I have yet to actually make it to Las Vegas, and it was where I was intending to spend most of my time. I think it would be right for me to head that way today, since I have nothing else to do. I am, of course, going to do some hunting while I am there. Both in the casino's and out. Who knows, maybe I can even catch one of the shows with the dancing girls you see on the postcards and such. Life will be good tonight. reply

[15 Oct 2004|01:14pm] Connor sat on the couch, putting the finishing touches on his ankle wrap. He really had to get back out there and kill something. Not that he didn't have other designs at the moment, but he couldn't very well stay in 24-7. Dawn sat crosslegged on the bed in her -their?- room, a small smile of satisfaction as she looked over the simplified version of that sunlight spell. Granted, she still had reservations about using magic in general, but if she could utilize something like this, it would make nights in this town so much more liveable. One would hope, anyway. Giddy with discovery, she jumped off the bed and landed with a loud thump, changing into street clothes. ( Connor, Illyria and Dawn head out to patrol: fun with magick, finding Gwen and Breakfast Club references. ) "I'm fine. I just got carried away with what I thought was a good idea. I'll just have to work the kinks out of that one." Dawn leveled her gaze at Connor, trying to drive the point home. She tilted her head to glance at Illyria. "True, that was a good fight. I'm recovered, though." Connor didn't look quite convinced. "Fine. But do that again? That passing out thing? And I'll carry you home kicking and screaming if I have to." reply

Reporting In [15 Oct 2004|03:40pm] [ mood | pleased ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Bethany tapped her long fingernails against her desk as she waited on word of Bastion. She was never very good at waiting. She recalled her mother scolding her for complaining about standing in a queue when she was younger. She remembered the way her mother's face would twist and the way the words would seem bitter when those lips of hers would speak them. Bethany frowned as she realised she recalled almost everything about her parents. She used to pick up on the little things. The little things were always the worse. The little things never seemed to matter but if they were given enough attention, they would be some of the most important things in the world. She lifted her head as Ralphael appeared at the door." Bastion is here, Bethany." Bethany nodded her head and gestured vaguely with one hand." Show him in." She inhaled a breath as she leaned back into her chair. The black silk of her suit shifted and shimmered in the pale lighting of her office. Her long blonde hair fell in curling strands around her face and her dark brown eyes lifted to rest on the door, as it swung shut. She counted the number of swings and it was precisely five before Bastion appeared in her office. As his lips curled into a smile, Bethany noted the fresh blood on his lips. " Enjoyed dinner?" She asked as one of her eyebrows arched and her eyes glinted. Bastion smirked before he settled himself in the nearby seat. His tongue slipped out from behind his lips and cleaned away the blood before he nodded slowly." Yes I did, thank you for asking." Bethany leaned forward, clasping her hands together before observing Bastion." And what have you for me?" He reached into his large coat and pulled out what seemed to be a brown folder." This folder contains photographs." He then leaned forward and slid them across the desk towards Bethany." I nearly died getting into those mines and back out. Be grateful that I like you Bethany." She laughed softly." Oh I am, Bastion." Bethany gave him a wink before she grabbed the folder and flicked it open so she could take a look at the photographs." Did you sense anything Bastion?" " A lot of power." Bastion said with a nod of his head." And there's something lurking within those mines. Looks like that little town has got quite the situation on its hands." " Oh that's a shame." Bethany muttered sarcastically as she continued to look through the folder. Bastion chuckled softly, the scales on his skin making a rattling sound as he did." I should go, I have a ...late dinner date to get to." He eyed the card Bethany had given him and smirked slowly, his intention very clear. Bethany merely glanced up once and smiled." Have fun now." With that said, the demon left her office and Bethany was left to her own devices and the information he had gathered for her. reply

Full Of Surprises [15 Oct 2004|03:53pm] [ mood | pensive ] I’m glad I dropped in on the bar when I did. Seems Jo had a run in with some kind of vampire, less than one hundred years and seems to be quite the fighter if he can take down a Slayer. I’m going to see what I can find out if anything at all. He’s probably made Searchlight his home, it would be the sensible thing to do if you were a vampire. This town is the perfect place to hunt and eat. I hope Jo recovers quickly but that’s the wonderful thing about Slayer healing, I envy that attribute sometimes. I spent my evening with her, just watching movies and eating popcorn, it was a nice way to spend it. I’m just glad she’s alive and she’s recovering. I’ve also talked with William and got a few things cleared up so I feel better. It would seem he is also recovering from a few injuries but without Slayer healing it will take time for him to be at full strength again. ( Parcel Left Outside Of Hayden's Door ) I also need to track down Rhiannon at some point. I have a Slayer now and it's about time I put all these Watcher skills to good use. I have so many things to do and so little time to do them in, William assures me that the next time they meet to discuss what will happen next. He'll make sure to call me, which I appreciate. It's all about team work at the end of the day. I believe it's time for me to meditate, I need to clear my mind. reply

Good Day? [15 Oct 2004|04:25pm] [ mood | listless ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Kris hadn't slept, she hadn't wanted to. She knew what would happen if she did, she'd dream and she'd see things she didn't want to see. Eddy had followed her through the house and was now on the ground beside her feet as she sat down on the back porch and she watched the sunrise. Kris was dressed in a pair of black shorts and a white tank top, her hair was loose around her shoulders and her feet were bare. She wiggled her toes for a moment, revelling in the sensation of the warm sand shifting through the cracks between her toes. She folded her arms across the top of her knees and took to resting her forehead down against her arms." So tired." She muttered to herself but her words elicited a whimper from Eddy and he licked at her arms. Kris smiled as she lifted her head and rested her eyes on Eddy." You're a good dog." She said with a small nod of her head before she took to rubbing her hand over his ears. Of course Eddy loved this and instantly played up to her hand and took to rolling around on the sand so she'd rub his stomach. Kris simply propped her head in one hand and paid Eddy's stomach close attention with her other. She could feel the rays of the sun gracing her skin and slowly bit-by-bit the warmth began to sooth away the very cold sensation that had taken over her body. Perhaps today would be a good day? Yes, she'd like that. She needed a good day. Kris shut her eyes and before she knew it she was fast asleep right there on the back porch with Eddy at her feet. reply

Brick Wall [15 Oct 2004|04:47pm] [ mood | stressed ] I go through file after file and I come up with nothing. The only explanation is so unbelievable I can't honestly put it on my report and submit it. My superiors would have me taken out of this town in less than five minutes and on a shrink's couch within thirty seconds if I did that. How can I give them results when the only ones I can give are not what they want or expect to hear? This was supposed to be simple. It was supposed to be a short term assignment just until I wrapped things up in this little town but it's far from simple. In fact, it's probably one of the most complicated cases I've ever worked. I keep hitting my head against the steering wheel of my car because I'm so frustrated. I can't ..I just can't believe there are such things as vampires. They exist in movies and in make believe but what if they do exist? I just wish I knew what to do, I'm so used to being in control that being out of control feels alien to me. I don't know how to deal with it. I think I'm going out tonight, I'm going out to Las Vegas. I need some semblance of normality. reply

The Bad News [15 Oct 2004|05:21pm] [ mood | nervous ] Robert called. It isn’t good news. There’s been no news from Alberto and the group he was travelling with, they say they lost contact with him about three days ago. This could have gone one of two ways : One – Alberto's hidden out of sight until things blow over or until he can make some form of strike. He isn’t the type to take action without thinking it through. Two – The escort got jumped and things got messy. Now am I willing to take a chance that one happened and two didn’t? My mother would have called me by now if she could get near a phone, I know she would. I never imagined that this decision would be this difficult. I have a lot to do here and yet, this is my mother and she's family. Family comes first. It comes before business and it comes before my own personal vendettas. Looks like I may be going back to New York, I would say home but it isn't home. Not anymore. Home is where the heart is and I don't think I need to explain where mine is now do I? I'm going to take a drive. I need to clear my head and try and I need to see this situation from every angle. reply

A Helping Hand [15 Oct 2004|05:30pm] [ mood | satisfied ] Tristan had enjoyed the evening in his new leather jacket. FBI lady and Rhiannon be damned, he wasn't going to change his behavior to suit them. He was evil, after all. A vampire. He had no intention of being anyone or anything else. He was smiling as he entered Bethany's club to enjoy her company and perhaps a drink or two. Bethany's club was rather empty. There were obvious signs of a confrontation and there were a lot of voices on the lower ground. Dust was scattered around the upper ground. Bethany was sat up on the lower floor, her blonde hair a vibrant shade of red and her stomach gashed open. Men surrounded her and a doctor appeared to be tending to her, trying to talk to her to keep her eyes open. Her Katals rested on either side of them and their blades were covered in a thick sheen of blood. Obviously it had been a bad night for business. Tristan gasped in shock at the evidence of a battle surrounded him. He ran to Bethany, startled by her condition. "My God, are you okay?" He clenched his fists at his sides as he fell to his knees next to her, pointedly ignoring the doctor's objections. Bethany broke away from the examination of her eyes so she could look at Tristan. She nodded her head, giving him a faint smile." I will be." She shivered slightly as her body grew cold and the doctor started to work on her stomach. She hadn't wanted to go to a hospital, they would ask too many questions and she could afford private health care. Tristan whipped off his leather jacket and placed it beneath her head as a pillow. "Who do I need to kill for you?" He was filled with a rage that he hadn't experienced in a very long time. ( Taking Care of Business ) ( Shower Comforts ) ( NC17 in the shower... ) Tristan smiled at the end of the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers. "What do you say we get out of here before the water turns cold?" Bethany curled the towel around herself as she let the soft cotton dry her body." I'm really okay Tristan." And besides, Bethany was masochistic so if he had hurt her at any point, it would have added to the sensation rather than taken from it. She ran her hand over the side of his face and kissed him to reassure him that she was alright. Tristan grunted, satisfied with her answer. He bent down and found his jeans, pulling them up and snapping the fly. He remained shirtless, however, grabbing his clothes and holding them against his stomach. "Let's get you tucked into bed. Resting equals healing." " We need to go back to my hotel room for that." Bethany said with a smile before she trailed back into her office. She found the bag beside her desk and slipped into some lingerie before she worked her way into a denim skirt and an ordinary tshirt. She was careful about putting her clothes on before she tugged her hair back into a messy bun. Her feet slipped into her flip flops and she turned, briefly wondering what Tristan thought of her in her "normal" clothes. Once they were in the confines of the office, Tristan shrugged back into his shirt. He took a seat on the leather sofa and pulled on his socks and boots. He gave Bethany a smile as he saw her look at him, perhaps concerned about her casual attire. "You always look wonderful, Beth." He patted the sofa beside him. "Sit." Bethany walked to where he was and did as he said, she took a seat and sighed softly. She suddenly realised how much the fight had taken out of her, it was so simple to forget things when caught up in pleasure. Tristan wrapped his arms around her and laid down on the sofa, letting her use his body as a mattress. "Sleep. I won't leave. You done wore me out, and I could use some rest now myself." He smiled into her hair and ran his fingers lightly down her arms. " You're just saying that." She joked softly before she curled her arm around his waist and rested her head down on his chest. She sighed as she got comfortable and felt the reassuring weight of his arms as they wrapped around her. He chuckled softy, a low rumble in his chest. He relaxed and closed his eyes. "Shhh, go to sleep." Bethany could feel a few stabs of pain coursing through her but she simply tightened her hold on Tristan. Using him to sooth the pain away, to give her comfort. They had a very strange relationship, it was more than business. Both had admitted that but whatever else it was, was still very much in the air. She shut her eyes and pressed a kiss to his neck before her head came to rest back down on his chest. reply

Double Entendre [15 Oct 2004|08:22pm] [ mood | flirty ] Devon hadn't seen much of Emmeline since the quake and he had this horrible habit of worrying about the people he knew and considered friends. That might explain why he was stood outside of the bookstore. He quickly glanced around himself and took a moment to adjust his clothes. A black tank top and a pair of jeans. His necklace around his neck and the pendant rested against the dark material of the tanktop. He ruffled his dark hair and pushed open the door before he glanced around for any sign of Emmeline. Emmy sat on the counter top in the shop, flipping through a small blue paperback. Uncharacteristically for her, she wore a short white pleated skirt and a flimsy black blouse printed with white flowers. She'd been feeling... strange... in recent days. Suddenly her usual ankle length skirts weren't appealing. She passed it off to a change in tastes and hadn't paid it any more mind than that. A recurring dream had been haunting her in spite of her heavy dosage of a narcotic sleep aid, and she had spent many a day wrapped up in the same book; Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. ( Concern ) ( A Dinner ) ( Sunlight ) ( Appetite ) ( Roles ) " Till tomorrow." Devon echoed before he slipped his hands into the hip pockets of his jeans and he turned on his heel, wandering back out of the shop. reply

Phone Call [15 Oct 2004|11:09pm] [ mood | moody ] [ music | The Cure - Lullaby ] Aidan ran his thumb across the soft plastic buttons in his cell phone in the appropriate pattern to call up his voicemail without even looking down as he did it. The phone had been the one constant thing in his life for the past four years; it was outdated and worn, the numbers practically rubbed off half the buttons and the display screen had an unsightly crack. But it was home, more than any house or apartment had been, and he kept it with him wherever he went. He pressed the phone to his ear, and listened to the message that had nearly stopped his heart that morning when he first heard it. He needed to hear it again, the fifth or sixth time that day, just to make sure he had heard correctly. Just to make sure it was real. "Aidan? Aid, honey, is this you? Oh well I guess you can't tell me... your friend from school, that Eric boy, he said you were in Nevada now. I'm going to be in Las Vegas with the Ladies of Faith, we've arranged a little tour... your father won't be there, honey, and I would like to see you if you can make it." It cut off there. She had more to say but it cut her off, the voicemail time limit not enough to fill a gap four years wide. "Aidan, it's me again. Listen, we're staying at Treasure Island. If you can make it, I want you to meet me in the restaurant there, ok sweetie? I'll call you again if I don't see you." Aidan sighed, and set the phone down again. Four years, and his mother calls out of the blue. She had refused to even speak with him the week before he left home. And suddenly, she calls? Just in the neighborhood, wants to grab lunch and chat? It didn't make sense. Four years. Had it really been that long? ( Memory ) Aidan blinked, and shook his head. Funny how little things like phone calls can bring back the past so vividly. He sighed. He'd go. He had told Emmy straight off that he was going, though he didn't know for sure if he'd do it. But now he knew. He had to go. He had to see his mother. She'd lost her daughter to the world of vampires and magick. He wouldn't let her lose her son. reply

Wrong Place To Be [15 Oct 2004|11:53pm] [ mood | sore ] Jordan had no idea why she found herself in this place but she did. A nightclub of all places. A club that went by the name of "Heaven's Peak" no less. She smirked as she nursed her tequila rose and threaded her hand through her dark hair. She was dressed in a pair of black pants, black shoes and a v cut red top. Her lipstick was red and her makeup accentuated her eyes and cheekbones. She turned on her stool and watched as people seemed to dance rather close together on the dance floor and she merely shook her head and turned her attention back to her drink. Bethany ventured out of her office and leaned against the banister. Her eyes raked from one end of the club to the other. She looked stunning as she always did, long blonde hair and a black silk suit with those stiletto heels. She was quite the vision. A friend of one of her clients was coming in tonight, a vampire by the name of Thomas and he shared a similar affliction as her client. He needed brunettes and he preferred his victims to be pretty so Bethany was looking for a suitable woman to satiate his hunger. Tyler needed a break. He'd been all around Las Vegas for the better part of the evening; he had been hunting through the streets and coming up empty handed. As he passed by various nightclubs, he looked inside but decided to keep moving. Finally, he came to one called "Heaven's Peak." He wasn't sure if it was the name, or the dark feeling he got from it, but he decided that this would be a good place for a drink. He walked into the club, His loose gray pants and silk black shirt moved softly about him as he gave proof of ID, and entered through the doors. ( Just What She Was Looking For ) ( Oh God, It's All True ) ( Go Fetch ) ( Time To Go ) Jordan felt someone shaking her and for another time that evening she was disorientated." ..Wha?.." She blinked slowly as she tried to focus on Tyler's features." I'm just really tired." She muttered, she knew she had a concussion and she knew the worse thing for it was going to sleep but it was so tempting. It really was. "I know you are, and you can rest soon, but not until you see a doctor, ok?" he said, rubbing her arms, trying to use touch to keep her away. There was nothing sensual to his actions.” Come on, stay awake for a little while longer." The cab pulled up, and the cabby reached back his hand, and said "Thirty dollars for fare, and me not mentioning the "club riot" to the police." He had obviously not bought the story, but fortunately, he could be bought himself. Tyler gave him two twenties, hoping that extra would satisfy him. "For the mess," he said, already out and reaching in after Jordan. The two of them limped in through the front doors together. reply

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