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... (the sequel) [29 Oct 2004|03:43am] [ music | Chingon-Malaguena Salerosa ] Last night was eventful, to say the least. As it turns out, we have a new housemate. Apparently the spell I did earlier awakened a sleeping (or somehow dormant) guardian of the place. I don't know this was due to the witches who lived here before or something else, but either way the undead cat's here and not leaving. She doesn't especially care for us especially Connor tough he asked for it. C'mon trying to bathe a cat is asking for trouble. Even a dead one. though as long as we don't disturb her duty directly or indirectly it's more or less kosher. Connor calls her Church and I call her Pixel (Heinlein reference; what, don't people read anymore?), which she hates but since she refuses to divulge anything in the way of names, she'll just have to deal. I should really stop saying my life can't get any weirder, because it always seems set to prove me wrong. ...and then there was the other part of the night. The part that shoved the undead cat issue aside and everything else until sunrise and beyond. I'm proud to say I started it, but then I'd been wanting to for a while now. Tch, pesky injuries. Though I'm glad to say they're healed and done with...and so is my coherency for a while. I know there's more I need to sort out on here but...later. I'm happy in a mood beyond words and it can wait, as well as everything else for the next ever while. Better slip away and find a certain someone who needs to be spoiled ridiculously. //firewalled against everyone// ...wow... Okay, so I lied. I have some coherency left but it's reserved for ME. My virginity left the building/plane/whatever and I have to say, I'm not missing it. I think Connor's figured that out, given how I've nearly worn him out and he's the one with the superhuman stamina still quite the machine though. What can I say, it was a good night to be incarnate/alive and the start of a lot more like it. I suppose this means I can't make fun of Buffy anymore, considering I teased her about this and apparently I'm just as bad. Well, almost. I think I've earned bragging rights for not having this happen with a vampire who loses his soul afterward and goes off on a murder spree. No, I just chose his son and....you know what, let's not go there. Weird, I don't think I've ever been this content. And I don't just mean the recent marathon though that's...understandably helped. I never thought I'd be this way with anyone...this happy or things going at this pace. I'd always been reserved about that for so many reasons but there's not a thing I could or would change about this. Reserve has gone out the window, and replaced by...something I can't name, but know is just right. Yeah, there's that graduate-level vocabulary. But some things are just impossibly to articulate, such as that. //end firewall// reply

The Beautiful Unravelling [29 Oct 2004|04:31pm] [ mood | contemplative ] Not so much the lion laying with the lamb, as tiger cub with Key, but it shall suffice. Oh yes, it shall suffice. All the while, it seems the fellow of crusading instinct, cyclopean, one might say, is swiftly changing moral course yet again. It's so beautiful to see disunity in such a heart, is it not? Mankind has for so long forgotten the lessons of its past. A grand gift to us, for with the lack of remembrance comes with it the potential price of relearning. A task which, for those of us who have not forgotten, gives a great satisfaction. Here, though, are contaminations. More so than before. The Disappointment... Illyria. It too must relearn. Must be educated to understand. To allow such an asset to continue in their midst is not looked well upon. What, I wonder, would so ancient a beast possibly hope to accomplish for such a destiny? Redemption? That cannot be. Those that come from shadow are to remain part of it, lest separation destroys the fabric of their core - and for one transported in the vehicle of a shell, a splintering within it would not bode well. Contaminations must be purified. Those which continue to disappoint must be purged. reply

Father Knows Best [29 Oct 2004|05:55pm] [ mood | crushed ] Ring...Ring...Ring... Dominick hadn't taken a breath since dialing the phone. He had replaced the receiver several times before actually going through with the call. It was to his father's private line. He needed some answers, yet was afraid at the same time. He had been hoping it had all been an illusion. Perhaps he had been hallucinating? Perhaps it was this town, working it's black magic on him? Perhaps it was a spell targeted upon him to make him think he had seen his long dead sister? "Hello, Robert Young here." Dominick swallowed, gulping at the lump in his throat before answering. "Hello, father." ( The Phone Conversation ) reply

Catching Her Breath [29 Oct 2004|08:10pm] ( Personal Journal Entry ) reply

Company [29 Oct 2004|09:47pm] Hayden shifted in the seat of his booth, a forgotten plate of pancakes to his left and a cooling mug of coffee to his right. Before him lay a book of ancient literature and a notebook in which he worked a translation. He tapped his pencil eraser against the page and rubbed the back of his neck. " 'Ita Dei providentia divisit molem inclusam pari numero...'" His lips moved as he murmured the Metamorphosis passage aloud, his mind pushing away the sounds of cooking from the kitchen and slot machines from the back of the diner. Kris hopped up the kerb that led to the diner. A backpack over one shoulder, it was a mixture of books, clothes and various other things she needed. She planned on dropping by Hayden's later and give him puppy dog eyes so he'd let her stay. But it wasn't like it had been a problem in the past but the eyes never hurt. She slipped her house keys into the pocket of her blue baggy jeans and stood for a moment as she adjusted the sleeves on her black shirt. She folded them all the way up to her elbows before her hand righted the amber around her neck. The other hand pushed open the diner's door and the moment she stepped into the diner, everyone fell silent and eyed her warily.Yes, I'm still here, Kris thought to herself before she lifted her dark brown eyes and scanned the area. Her lips curled into an affectionate smile as her gaze rested on Hayden. She wandered over to where he was sat and asked. "Is this seat free?" Hayden looked up at the familiar voice and smiled. "Hey," he said, his voice low and affectionate. He pulled his things towards his own side of the table and tossed his pencil in the crease of the book. "It's free if you promise to distract me." Kris laughed softly as she slipped down into the booth and settled herself in the seat. She rested her bag down before she leaned across and placed a lingering kiss on his lips. She drew back a little and asked with a smirk. "Distracting enough?" Her eyebrow arched before she simply chuckled. Hayden grinned and pushed his hair away from his face. "I can barely speak English when you do that. So yeah, I'd say it worked." He closed his book and tossed it over the notebook, leaving room for his tanned arms to fold on the table. His eyes went from Kris' smile to the bag she'd dropped in her seat. "Things alright?" ( Define Alright ) ( Coming Home ) reply

Leaving Las Vegas [29 Oct 2004|10:29pm] [ mood | insomniatic ] Two days ago, Jon officially gave up on having a decent night's sleep. Between the pain in his left leg (mildly cut with percoset), his recent ... introduction to the underworld from Rhiannon and the nightmares (both of the recent attack and his wife's death), he knew it was futile. Business at the Kay was slow and the diner held no comfort for him, so Jon decided to revisit his original idea for this trip. Gamble and lose himself in the casinos in Vegas. ( The city that truly never sleeps ) ( You've got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em ) ( To sleep, perchance to dream? ) ( I want tomorrow ) ( Drinks and questions ) reply

Asking Why [29 Oct 2004|10:54pm] Star knelt before the altar in the center of her room, the long folds of her skirt tucked beneath her knees. The picture of serenity, her fingers were steady as she lit the white candle and watched its flame burn high. "Gracious Lady, hear my plea, Grant me eyes that I might see." A slender hand reached out, casting stones across the pale fabric of the altar cloth. Amethyst, hematite and quartz fell against the sheer surface. "Stones made of Rain, Wind, Fire, and Earth Bring all the power within your girth." Her fingers found the stem of her candle snuffer. She lifted it above the candle and took a breath before her final incantation. "Deliver understanding to me, As I will, so mote it b--" A loud thump was heard as a drunken man crashed into her front door. Star jumped and the snuffer slipped from her fingers to clatter against the scrying mirror, cracking it along the edge. "Goddamnit!" she yelled, pushing herself to her feet and storming across the motel room. She yanked the front door open and burst onto the sidewalk. The culprit was slumping in the other direction, obviously worse for wear after a night gambling. "Stupid, white trash piece of--" She bent and pulled her shoe from her foot, lobbing it at the back of his head. The man yelped in pain. Before he could turn around, Star was slamming the door again. She leaned back against it, hands still wrapped around the handle in case he should try to come inside. The flickering neon lights from the El Rey's sign cast strange shadows around her motel room. The small altar was perversely out of place at the foot of a bed that would vibrate, given enough quarters and morbid curiosity. Star's left hand found its way to her temple, rubbing lightly at the pain throbbing there. Eleven days ago, her life had made sense. She had all the entertainment she could possibly need. Men and women clawing at her heels, a city full of opportunities for reckless abandon, a coven of sisters she'd never doubted had her best interests in mind. Ten days ago, they'd arrived on the doorstep of her apartment and she'd watched in horror as they began to pack her things. She'd fought like a cat not to leave, but in the end, only one thing mattered. Star was no longer wanted in San Francisco. No... It had to be here. Not Reno, not Las Vegas. Searchlight. A place where she would be forced to maintain her responsibilities on her own. Somewhere outside, an empty beer bottle smashed against the side of the building. Her head tilted back as she slid to the base of the door. "What am I doing here?" reply

Bonding [29 Oct 2004|10:54pm] [ mood | indescribable ] Connor was on his way home from work when he decided to swing by the book shop and see if Aidan was in or not. After he'd left the bar, he'd done a sweep of the area and found a vamp to dust...weirdly enough with a cross burned into his forehead, just like Aidan'd talked about before. It was creepy enough to go ask about, besides. He could just go say hi anyways. Maybe ask about dead cats, since that was irritating the shit out of him now. He rapped on the door of the shop before checking to see if it was unlocked or not, being it was after hours. ( Tsk tsk, such language ) ( Vampire chic ) ( No pets ) ( Normal life ) ( The vampire spawn blushes ) ( The whole story ) Aidan's cell phone began buzzing in his pocket. "I will," he agreed. "You tell Dawn the same. I'll see ya around, Connor." Connor nodded, gave a wave, and headed out. reply

Getting Out [29 Oct 2004|11:27pm] Since neither Rhiannon nor Emmeline had been present at the bookstore, Tyler decided to stop off at the Lighthouse Bar and have himself a drink or two. The night was slowly falling upon the small town, and Tyler found that the Lighthouse was quite the comfortable place to be. The man that was tending the bar was quiet, but had been telling jokes with Tyler for about a half-hour. There were very few patrons in the bar, but as the evening grew the numbers were on the rise, slow but steady. Star breezed through the door of the bar, laughing over her shoulder as a tall man with sand-colored hair whispered in her ear. She nodded at whatever he'd said and gave him a wink before finding her way to the counter. She was dressed eclectically, a peacock blue tank top reaching just above her navel, and a thin skirt flowing in loose waves from her hips to her bare ankles. Her hair was piled carelessly atop her head. The ever-present shoulder bag was tossed onto the bar while she went for her wallet, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear. Looking up at last, she leaned over the counter and gave the bartender a smile. "Hey, there... Don't suppose I could get a Long Island?" Nathan smiled and looked up at Star, his playful grin still spread across his face. "That depends, what's in it for me?" he asked, his eyes shining. At this point Tyler noticed who the bartender was speaking to, and had to catch his breath suddenly. Her again?' he thought inquisitively. How odd to run into her twice like this. Then again it was a small town... Star's smile widened and she lifted an index finger and curled it towards herself. "Come here, and I'll tell you," she answered the bartender with a suggestive lift of her eyebrows. ( Motive ) reply

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