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Personal aftermath after the battle [17 Oct 2004|12:49am] Connor carried Dawn to their door, not having left her presense since he'd picked her up in the mines. He'd had a good loud argument with the hospital staff because of it, too, but the boy had one mean looking glare when he wanted to have it, so they'd just conceded. He opened the door and brought her inside, kicking it closed behind them. He made his way flawlessly through the darkened house, to their bedroom. He walked in and gently layed her down on her side of the bed. He kissed her forehead before squatting down by the bedside table, and taking out a candle to light. Right at the moment the overhead light was going to hurt his eyes, so candle light it was going to be. "...you feeling ok now, Dawn?" he asked, looking her over again. Dawn let out a relieved noise at being set down on the bed, rather pale from blood loss and worn out from her experience. She glanced down and grimaced at noting her bloodstained clothes, though her attention was more on the bandaged wounds. Silent for a moment, she thought about his question before mustering a smile. "Not bleeding anymore, so that's a plus....spell wore me out, though." Her voice soft, a little off-sounding but then she had taken a LOT of pain medication. ( Returning from the hospital. Dawn gets more stitches and Connor's in protective mode ) reply

gah [17 Oct 2004|12:56am] [ mood | nervous ] Well, we did it. Took down the stupid evil big nasty demon thing, or whatever. Illyria had fun making sure the brain was destroyed, I think Oz walked off with the demon in his pocket, and Rhi's gonna make it. She was pretty seriously hurt though. I was worried. I got hurt a little, whatever, nothing I can't handle. Dawn got hurt too, and we had to take her to the hospital too. Things I learned tonight: Illyria would be pissed/sad if i died, which is good to know. Rhiannon's a stubborn bitch. (bitch not in the bad sense of the word.) Me, Kris, Rhi and Illyria make a pretty kick ass Brute Squad. The whole thing was pulled off rather well, for once, so go team. ///firewalled from everyone/// I haven't even known her that long. What, almost a month? Less? I don't know. I don't know and jesus, this is scaring me. She scared me to death tonight. All that blood, I've seen things bleed before, trust me it's nothing, but with her...she's just a little thing. She doesn't have the blood to spare. She was just so pale and fragile looking and millenia old key or not (i always did have a thing for older women) , what the fuck ever, she is fragile. And she's going to be ok, but for a little while there all I could think about was....ok, I don't want to be thinking about it, but bottom line is I almost told her that I loved her tonight. I was looking into her eyes, and she was so close and warm and comfortable and ok and I don't know. But it was right there, I almost said it. For fuck's sake, man, I can't tell her that! She'll probably think...I don't know. Nevermind. I have no idea what she'd think but I'm betting it'd involve backing off of the crazy person. Crazy person being me. God I'm bad at this. I don't know what's moving too fast and what isn't and I can't help what I'm feeling. I hadn't thought about it until it was right there on the tip of my tongue, but now it's pretty fucking firmly embedded in my thoughts. And I can't really deny it. I was going to say it because it's true. I'm screwed. ...and last time I was in love it was with someone who just wanted to manipulate me, and they did a great goddamn job of it. There was blood and death and pain and betrayal and impending apocolypse. that I fucking helped with None of it good. Not that I think she'd...*sigh* I don't know. I think too much sometimes. But it's bothering me. I gave her my ring tonight to keep while I was away fighting. I'm not sure why I did it, just that I wanted her to know I'd be back. I don't even know if she was worried I might not be. She doesn't even know where I got it. Maybe I'll tell her someday. It kind of feels weird not to be wearing it right now. She's still got it on her finger. I never take it off. Never. But now she's got it. ...but that I can live with. Aparently I also can't keep a line of thought going here. My head's a mess right now. Like, there's the me/demon thing. I don't really know what I am. That bothers me. I didn't know how she'd react and she didn't react badly to it at all, and that made me...I don't know. Feel better. But that's part of it. Why I'm feeling the way I do. I don't think she even blinked about it. ....but there's something else she might blink at. And god I hope she doesn't find out about it. I don't want her to know. I don't think I'd be able to look her in the eyes anymore if she did. As much about my past as she does know, this is something that wasn't ever documented, that I know. ...don't let her find out. The only god I know about lives next door and I don't think she's capable of granting this, but.....please. Please don't let her find out. Whoever's listening. Mom. Don't let her find out. ...because I love her and even if I can't say it, I don't want to lose her. ///End Firewall// reply

The Red Dress Effect [17 Oct 2004|02:07am] ***Evening before the battle...*** Hayden steered his newly repaired Jeep into the driveway behind Unseen Insight and shifted into park. He cut the engine and pulled his cell phone from the dashboard, running his thumb over the keys to dial Kris' number. As he waited for an answer, Hayden slid his sunglasses onto his head, holding the slightly tangled hair away from his face. Kris stirred slightly and her eyes opened very slowly. For a moment or two, she was confused and then after a while. She realized she was still on the back porch and Eddy was at her feet. With a yawn, she stretched and slowly got to her feet. She rubbed a hand through her dark hair and wandered back into the house. No sign of Dominick but she was used to that. Kris wandered over to the couch and rummaged through her jacket until she found her cell phone. She flipped it open and placed it to her ear, stifling yet another yawn." Hello?" "Hey, beautiful," came the familiar, quiet voice on the other end of the line. Hayden smiled and depressed his cigarette lighter. "Long time no see." As she heard Hayden's voice, Kris' lips curled into a slow almost content smile." Hey you and yeah it has been a long time." She sat down on the back of the couch and crossed her legs over one another. She yawned again and rubbed the ball of her hand against one of her eyes." How are you?" Hayden rubbed the back of his head with one hand. "Ahh, pretty good actually. Pretty good. I made a trip to see a good friend in Utah today. Do you remember Athan Georgas?" " Yeah the name rings a bell." Kris answered with a nod of her head before she picked at some lint on her shorts." Good trip?" She asked as she lifted a foot and brushed off some of the sand from the sole. "He's the Seer I visited a month or so back. The one who gave us all the information about Pythia. I finally bit the bullet and asked him to help me out with some of the stuff that's been going on. I think it'll be good." And he did sound calmer, more like the rationale, self-assured Hayden of before. Granted, he was in information over-load at the moment, but he would take things one step at a time. It was good just getting a start. Kris smiled and let her foot fall back to the ground." That's great, I'm happy for you." She cracked her neck to the side and nudged Eddy with her foot as the dog trailed in from outside." You sound better." "I feel better, as long as I don't think about too much of it at once." He paused long enough to pull the lighter from the console and light his cigarette. "However... there's one thing that's missing." " Hm? And what's that?" Kris asked as she let her body fall back onto the couch. Her dark hair spread out around her head almost like a pillow. "Seeing you," Hayden replied with a smile. "Think we can change that?" ( An Actual Date ) ( Dance With Me? ) ( Take-Out Dessert (NC-17) ) Hayden shifted his weight to her side, but kept his arms around her, pillowing his face against her collarbone. One of his hands found hers and he laced their fingers together. He pulled her hand closer to kiss it, then hold it against his chest. "Remind me to feed you more often." Kris laughed to that." Definitely." She assured him before she tightened her fingers on his. She pressed a kiss to his forehead and nuzzled her face against his hair. Hayden closed his eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the scent of her skin. "Best night ever," he said, repeating her words from earlier. Kris merely smiled before she simply reveled in the sensation of having Hayden in her arms and close to her again. Those strange weeks with that distance had nearly been the death of her. She sighed softly and let her eyes shut as she cuddled closer to Hayden. A smile remained on her lips, even as she dozed off slightly. reply

Judgement (Not A Journal Item) [17 Oct 2004|09:57am] "NO! NEVER!!! NEVER!" Elfleda raged with furious contempt. Cursing anger screamed heavenwards in terrifying volume and lightning struck with deep, gashing fingers of crimson across what landscape laid in her domain. The huge vault's interior echoed with nothing but hatred, with outrightly annoyed frustration at being denied. The nourishment of emotional distress, the feasting of sorrows, the temptation of disunity... All gone. Vanished. Removed... The blanket of negativity had been unveiled, lifted, refusing the Corruptress her dominion. People could sleep soundly. No longer would terror become them and they become its vessel. No longer could she feel that which she held sway over, continue to impregnate their spiritual cores so easily. No longer could she meander through their dreams with nearly so much disregard for natural spiritual barriers. "You!" There they were. A smattering of the dispossessed. A small grouping of those previously controlled by another. The demonic gatherers of corpses and flesh, who would use it to create their own vehicles. And they were frightened. Their authority... 'Master'... Had gone. Been trapped. They were things without purpose. No rhyme nor reason. To serve was at very fabric of their being. Was existence now only to express the thrashing anger and bottled frustration for something which they could not rescue? The Bride of Leviathan had summoned them to her lair. It was she who would preside over them. With eyes alight with the cold flames of betrayal, Elfleda ascended atop her throne. Bars of pure black light SHINGED upwards, trapping the wandering beings. There would be no escape. Already, those who had spread so much carnage down the ages, who had only just been able to taste freedom once more, began to wail, to mutter, to grow ever more fearful. "Silence." That one word carried with it the authority with which Elfleda was possessed. A singular call for clarity, which would be observed. "You are charged with the crime of decay. You and your kin served little but yourself. You were entrusted, allowed freedom once more - the ability to learn... And this you had squandered. The instruments of man have led to downfall and this," she composed, leaning forward with the fateful air of death itself, "pleases us not." Temperature raised and room heated. The echoing chants of unseen beings becoming that much louder. A slow rhythm of drumming, faster, faster, faster still... "Leviathan has judged you guilty. Penance shall be paid. The reaping shall begin." From within their cage of black light, those who had been servants cried, shaking themselves and confines, crawling in desperation for an exit of escape. "One of your number shall witness and hold this lesson above all." For they were not all their number. Many still roamed in the world where they had came. But those gathered there were plenty and another, one who had proved more... Favourable in its actions than most, was to watch this. Elfleda spoke the verdict and judgement was called. "The weak shall be sacrificed. Souls for the Damned Inferno... Bones for its bread." Hooked blades sprang forth, connected to shadows by that same black light, by shadow, impaling flesh and spirit alike. A crescendo of voices rose and those judged rang out in fear. It was but the beginning. Other things were waiting for their chance to rip, tear and consume. They would get it too. When trial had ended, when spiritual marrow had been sucked from bone and demonic souls shredded, those engaged having slinked back to shadow, there stood only one. Elfleda, who had risen, attention swaying to face the one still invited. "You have seen, so this you will relay. Leviathan is not bound to mercy and nor shall it be. Those who perish will not do so to their liking. The Calling is upon us. It is for this we will come." With the thing showing reverence, almost seeming to bow, Elfleda once again took throne, dissolving to her fluid mist of shadow. Retribution would come. She would ensure it. reply

Relief. [17 Oct 2004|05:03pm] [ mood | annoyed ] I was unfortunately out of town on a short trip and so missed what was apparently a massive battle between good and evil. Thankfully, good took the day, and that is a major relief. Matthew called me to let me know the details and the injuries. I'll need to check in on each of those injured, and those not to let them know I'm sorry I wasn't there to help and that I'll keep them all in my thoughts. So all the possessing spirits are gone, the land has been cleansed and the locals are no longer looking at me as though they'd sooner spit on me than be nearby. The whole place feels better, to be honest.. less tense. It's time to really crack down and get Andi and Gwen trained properly. Neither one is going to like it, and Andi told me Gwen heartily protested the idea of studying from actual books. Unfortunately, it is the best way to understand something before one goes out trying to kill it. Information is our friend, and knowledge is power. That said, I need to go set up study plans for each of the girls. Andi is already far ahead in her studies, she's been eating it up.. perhaps she'd be better suited to watching? Interesting concept. I'll keep it in mind for later. reply

Annoyance. [17 Oct 2004|05:11pm] [ mood | busy ] [ music | Garbage - Waiting (Drums & Bass) ] These injuries are starting to wear on me. My face is completely healed, though there is a bit of lingering soreness to the nose ..it was broken! My ribs still twinge here and there, and my knee is still messy. I don't know what it was about him, but he won't get to me twice. His attack caused me to miss the big clearing out of evil last night. People were hurt, far more badly than I am now, but the town is free of possessing agents and the locals are once again just sort of cool.. rather than outright vicious. More and more of them have been coming into the bar today.. I have no idea where Nyx and Claire are. That pair, they're like.. glued together at the hip.. I swear. I suppose they went off to have a little vacation or something. I'm going to set up a tackboard in the kitchen for people to leave notes so everyone knows what's going on. Matthew.. I need to call him back, he left the details of the big fight on my voicemail. He apparently called while I was in the shower. I'm going to hire on someone to help here at the bar, beyond the staff we have. I need a spare bartender ..it's getting busy in here lately. Jo went ahead and made up a sign, putting it in the corner of the front window.Help Wanted. Enquire Within.A satisfied smile crossed her face and she headed back behind the bar to wait. reply

[17 Oct 2004|05:24pm] [ mood | contemplative ] My ..interaction.. with Darian was interesting. Fun, too.. once we got past the lousy ego match. At the core, we're all animals.. me perhaps more so, given that I hunt hapless humans for my dinner and even beyond that, for fun. Also, there's the factor that I was at one time, human. I remember those days clearly, though it's been nearly two hundred years since I became what I am now. I kept to the shadows for many of years between then and now, learning, watching, seeing all the changes that the world has gone through. Even now, things are changing and power is shifting. My time is coming, though I have yet to discover what it is that will happen. In the months that have passed in this town, I have obtained a house to call mine. I have spent nights blacking the windows so that I might sleep in peace. The lower level of the place is what one might call an evil recreation room. No windows at all, spot lit tables. Not that they are actually tables. Torture. Humans make the most pleasant sounds as they are tormented, as they come to realization. That they will never leave that space alive, as they bleed and cry and beg me for freedom. I must attempt to gain a Slayer for one of my tables. I just need to decide if I should take one that won't be missed immidiately, or if I should take a prominent one. Perhaps Destiny. That would be great fun, to break her down completely, to have her, to own her. Later. For now, I watched the battle between so called good and evil. Sadly, the good prevailed. Ah well, it does make the hunting better for me. No more wicked spirits to recognize what I am and fight me with old knowlege. Just humans who have fear and the will to live. Too bad for them, my will is stronger. reply

It Always Comes Back To Haunt You [17 Oct 2004|05:45pm] [ mood | nostalgic ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Joseph's hands rested against the wall of his shower and his head was tipped back beneath the spray of hot water. The water hit him right in the face and his mouth parted to swallow some of it before he switched the shower off and stepped out. His body glistened with water and a few droplets hit the ground at his feet. He watched the puddle grow for a moment or two before he snatched up a towel and worked it over his body. He paused at several scars and simply ran his thumb and index finger over them, they were his reminder of how many narrow escapes he had, had in his life. Joseph inhaled a slow breath before he lifted his head and he saw a distorted reflection of himself in the nearby mirror. He smirked slightly to that image and shook his head before he walked to brush away the condensation that had gathered on the shiny surface. The towel went around his waist before his hands raked through his long dark hair. He threaded his fingers through strands as he pulled tangles from it. He took one last look at himself in the mirror before he snatched up a pair of scissors and went to work on removing large chunks from the bottom of his hair. His hair fell in wet curls as he continued to cut at it. It took him from between ten to fifteen minutes before his hair was now very short and spiky. It stood out from his head in all-different directions as he rubbed a hand through his hair. Trying to get familiar with the haircut again, the same haircut he was known for about four or five years ago; before he had ever come to Las Vegas With an almost remorseful look, he scooped up the large amount of hair in the sink and walked to place it in the nearby trashcan. He shut the lid and wandered out of the bathroom. He moved into his bedroom and rummaged out a pair of black boxer shorts. He removed the towel and quickly dried his legs before he slipped the boxers on and let them hang at his hips. It felt strange to have short hair again, he didn’t feel his hair tickling his neck and he was going to miss the strands that fell over his eyes. It would grow, it always did but for the moment, it was strange. Joseph pulled open his closet and quickly scanned it before his hand wrapped around what seemed to be a black box. He swallowed hard. His Adam’s-apple bobbed up and down as he psyched himself up to opening the box and seeing the contents within. He eventually rested the box down against the bed and turned the key in the lock. He heard something within the lock click and very slowly, he lifted the lid of the box. Inside the box there were two guns, obviously old and well used. Two passports, both with fake names. Wads of cash and several necklaces, beneath them were a pair of heavy black sunglasses. Joseph reached in and picked up the sunglasses, he turned them in his hand and shook his head as he remembered how much he used to love the glasses. He then picked the guns up and felt their weight in his hands and as he turned them in his hands, he had flashes to other days. To the days he had squeezed the trigger and taken someone’s life, to the days when he had been reckless and he hadn’t really cared about what was right and what was wrong. Just what felt good to him at the time. He exhaled a ragged breath as he rested the guns down on his bed and went to checking through the money and the passport. The passports would still work; he would become a Mister Frederick Johnson. Joseph lifted an amused eyebrow, he didn’t really see himself with that name but then again, he didn’t see himself with any other name than Joseph. Joseph grabbed the silver chain that held a cross and lifted it from the box; he eyed it for a moment before he slipped it on around his neck. The old necklace rested down against his chest and he was suddenly struck with the realisation, he was going home. He was going back to the Joseph he had tried to leave behind but it wouldn’t be for long. Just until he found his mother and then he’d come back and everything would be okay. Or so he hoped. He pulled out a gold ring and slipped it on over his middle finger before he curled his hand into a fist, he watched as the ring glinted in the light and he saw the engraving on it. The engraving read, "I'm proud of you my son." The thought of his father brought slight tears to Joseph's eyes before he simply shut them and focused his attention elsewhere. It would be different this time, nothing would happen unless Joseph wanted it to happen. He would be in control, he would not be following anyone else’s lead, he was his own man now. He shut the box and left the things he had taken from inside of it on his bed before he moved to get dressed. He still had things to do and people to see, the past could wait for now. reply

White Walls, White Ceiling [17 Oct 2004|06:25pm] Rhiannon stirred in her sleep, feeling an unfamiliar sensation on her skin. Without opening her eyes, her hand slid downward to brush away whatever was covering her abdomen. Her fingers scraped the thick bandage and she sucked in a breath, fully awake in an instant. She lifted herself on her elbows, nearly chewing through her lower lip at the pain that shot through the muscle wall of her stomach. Her hand brushed the heavy sheets back as she attempted to look, but her hospital gown prevented that. She scanned her surroundings, blinking against the light pouring through the window. At the foot of the bed, Kris was curled into an impossible position in her chair, a coat thrown across her. To her left, Matthew sat with his head leaning at an awkward angle. Rhiannon released her lip and whispered, "Matthew..." Matthew blinked at the soft call of his name and very slowly his eyes opened. It took him a moment or two to focus on his surroundings. He then realised Rhiannon was awake and looking at him. He moved his head and groaned faintly as a sharp pain shot up one side of his neck. Now he knew why he never went to sleep in these god awful plastic chairs. Very slowly, he got to his feet before he walked to Rhiannon's bed. "Hey." He said softly, keeping his voice low for some reason. "It's good to see you're awake." One side of his face was bruised and slightly cut up and his clothes were stained with dust and blood. He hadn't gone home yet and neither had Kris who simply stirred in the chair before she fell quiet again. Rhiannon let herself fall back on her pillow, a hand curled protectively over the twin wounds on her abdomen. "No offense," she muttered, closing her eyes, "But I'm not sure it's good to be awake." He smirked softly. "I understand." He gestured to the tray left beside her bed. "One of the nurses was kind enough to bring you...food." His voice was slightly sarcastic as most everyone knew how bad hospital food tended to be. "How are you feeling?" Rhiannon eyed the tray warily, the shape of her mouth betraying a slight distaste. "Like I left my intestines back in Searchlight." She glanced down again, fingers pressing tentatively and feeling the outline of the staples that had closed the deep wounds. Matthew reached down and captured her fingers with his hand. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He gave her a smile before he let go of her hand and walked to open up the tray. His hand picked up the bowl holding the bright green jello. "Look, she even gave you jello. I wonder what flavour it is." He moved the bowl slightly and watched as the jello wobbled. Rhiannon gave Matthew a combination smile and grimace. "Nuclear radiation," she offered, eyeing the shade of green that she wasn't sure should exist. "You know, I wouldn't even mind if you ate it. I'm sure you're hungry." She nodded with apparent generosity. ( Being Here ) Rhiannon took the phone and watched him move to the door. Thoughtful of him, but they'd have to pry the phone from her fingers. She flipped it open and dialed the familiar number, pausing only a moment before pressing 'talk' and lifting the phone to her ear. As it rang, she felt a belated pang of guilt over causing his phone to ring when it wouldn't be his mother. For a few seconds, she considered hanging up again. Joseph had been sat watching the people below on the Las Vegas strip, a cigarette hung loosely from his two fingers and as his phone rang. He repressed the surge of hope that it would be his mother. He didn't feel like facing disappointment today. He moved from the window to flip open his phone before he placed it to his ear. "Hello?" He took a drag from his cigarette before he exhaled the stream of smoke to the side as he waited for the person on the other end of line to speak. ( A Sorta Truthful Statement ) Matthew turned his head back around as Rhiannon seemed to be finished. He wandered back into the room. "You okay?" He asked softly as he looked down at her, arms crossed over his chest. Rhiannon touched her index finger and thumb to her eyebrows, then looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah, just... really tired." And in quite a bit of pain, though she could deal with that part. "Understandable." Matthew commented before he leaned down and arranged her pillows better. "Grab some shut-eye, we'll probably still be here whenever you wake up." He gestured to Kris who by now had her eyes half open and was giving Rhiannon a small wave. Rhiannon smiled back at Kris before nodding to Matthew's suggestion. "Just for a little while. You guys should go get some food." She closed her eyes as exhaustion took over. reply

Freedom [17 Oct 2004|08:47pm] [ mood | uncomfortable ] Home sweet home, or more like Motel room sweet Motel room. The hospital in Las Vegas finally let me out. They bought Tyler’s story about the club having a riot luckily enough so there weren’t that many questions. How do I feel? Not good, I can’t even begin to get my head around what I saw and what happened to me. I have a black eye. About six stitches in my head, one cracked rib, a broken finger and several cuts and bruises. I have to thank Tyler at some point. If he hadn't been there, I don't know what would have happened to me. I don't think I want to think about it. I'm just glad I'm alive even if I am somewhat beaten up. I'll just have to take things slow and hope no-one pays me a visit or expects me to do anything in the next couple of days. I can't move without wanting to throw up. Okay, I'm going to go curl up in my bed and forget the rest of the world exists. Yes, that sounds good. reply

Free With Sorries [17 Oct 2004|09:17pm] [ mood | relieved ] There are not the nightmares... And it could maybe not be wise to be speaking this. But it feels very good. And not the people trying to attack too! This day there was the one thing I was not to be expecting: Apology. I heard of sorries! Not very many and I do not think they understood. There were many of the confused lookings... But one sorry is nicer than hearing the speakings of wanting to kill and rip me like a doll. I do not think I would like being ripped up... I have seen things ripped apart often on my mother's side of family to know it would not be nice. I am wondering why the people are sorry now. They do not seem like it is remembered. Or that they want to. I am not refusing... So I will not ask why or make them remember. One night free from the bad dreams? Maybe more? I feel much better now and do not care. So tonight will be much for the drinking. reply

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