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after the dream and distractions [01 Nov 2004|03:57am] [ mood | indescribable ] Dawn's eyes flashed open as she fairly gulped for air, feeling as though she were drowning...drowning in those dreams that weren't dreams, but flashbacks. Why so many, why now? Why did she have to be constantly reminded of what happened, of what she was? Why wouldn't they just leave her alone? Slipping out of Connor's arms, Dawn shoved herself off the bed and slumped down as her back leaned against it. She rubbed at her wet cheeks, at her arms that wouldn't stop shaking...at the light scars on her arms that just triggered more memories. Slamming her eyes shut, Dawn tried to think of something else, anything else... Connor was coming awake slowly, swimming up through the strange images that he'd had playing in his head, in his dreams. Images that weren't his own, that was for goddamn sure. "Dawn?" he asked sleepily as he was fighting to wake up, though the second he realized that she wasn't where she was supposed to be, he snapped awake. He sat up quickly, looking around in a momentary panic before his eyes locked onto her form. She was shaking. Jesus...was that... he pushed the confused thoughts away, leaning over to set a hand on her shoulder. "Dawn?" he tried again, voice light. Dawn drew her knees up and rested her face in her lap, trying to even her breaths. This was stupid. She was angsting over memories long past, issues long resolved. Much as she tried to tell herself that, the sentiment wouldn't quite take hold. Jumping slightly, Dawn calmed down at hearing Connor's voice. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you..." Her own voice quiet, unable to muster a joke or the usual teasing. "You didn't..." he said softly, worried, and he shifted around to drop onto the floor next to her. "What's wrong?" he asked, even though he thought he knew already. His eyes went down to her arm, seeking out the scars there. He'd seen them before, but hadn't asked about them, they were just a part of her and he wasn't one to go prying into scars. He had his own to tend with and he wasn't ever really that keen on going into details. His fingers turned her arm over gently, running lightly over the light lines there. ( you know? ) ( caffeine, mail ) ( Nc-17 ) reply

Talking With Another Watcher [01 Nov 2004|01:21pm] [ mood | sad ] Matthew shifted the bag on his shoulder as he made his way to Hayden's. Once again, his bag was full of books and other things to help Hayden with his research. He frowned as the sun hit his skin and it seemed to burn easily. One problem about having sensitive British skin, it did burn easily. He ignored it and simply paused in front of Hayden's door. He pressed the tip of his index finger over the button and waited for someone to answer the door. Kris looked up from the bowl of cereal she had been indulging in. She briefly wondered who that could be and with an over dramatic sigh; she placed the bowl down and got to her feet. She was dressed in a pair of black shorts and one of Hayden's shirts she had "borrowed" but she was sure he wouldn't mind. She tucked her loose hair behind her ears before she made her way down the stairs and pulled open the door. Her eyes widened briefly as she saw Matthew standing on the other side and then she was suddenly self conscious about not wearing much." Matthew, hey." She said as casually as possible, hoping he wouldn't notice her embarrassment. Matthew had noticed but he hadn't said anything. Instead he was looking at the colour around Kris, it was very red and orange, almost the same colour as a sunset. Interesting colour. Eventually he pulled his attention away from that and looked Kris in the eye." Hey Kris, is Hayden around at all?" He wasn't sure if Hayden had told Kris and he really didn't want to accidentally spill the beans. She shook her head at this point." I think he just popped out, you know to get groceries. Did you need him for anything?" Kris crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorway as she regarded Matthew. She noticed the slightly burnt skin and offered him a sympathetic look. ( Are You Alright? ) ( Understanding ) Matthew nodded her head." I'll get going but I'm a phone call away if you need me, alright?" He got to his feet but he left the bag where it was." Could you make sure Hayden gets that?" He gestured to his bag. Kris fired off a mock salute and offered Matthew a weak smirk." Consider it done." She shifted to her feet and gave Matthew a brief hug." It was good to see you and thanks." To say he was surprised would have been an understatement but nevertheless, Matthew returned the hug with a genuine smile on his face." Good to see you as well, Kris and you are more than welcome." After a long moment, he drew away from her and wandered back towards the door and he headed down the stairs." I'll let myself out." He called back over his shoulder. Kris watched Matthew go and heaved in a deep breath before she found her cell phone and left a message for Dominick." Hey Dominick, it's Kris. I'm just letting you know I'm okay and I'm staying at Hayden's for a couple nights. Hope you're okay and if you need me, you know where you can find me." With that, she hung up her phone and she went to get dressed for the day. reply

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Checking In [01 Nov 2004|01:47pm] [ mood | listless ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ The shadows were more of a blessing than a curse or they were to Joseph. They allowed him to hide until it was the right time to move, the right time to strike. The only thing that occasionally lit up the shadows Joseph hid in was the glowing red tip of the cigarette clasped between his lips and then his fingers. The glint of silver on each finger could be seen as the pale light of the streetlight fell across the darkened alleyway. Joseph smirked slowly, he always spent most of his time in the dark alleyways and for some reason, the thought amused him. But the sounds of voices caused him to pause. The cigarette stilled in the air and the smoke curled around his features as he continued to listen and then as he heard a familiar voice he smiled. Bingo. He flicked the cigarette away and then he moved. He hugged the walls and he used the shadows to conceal his person, he kept his footsteps slow and then as he peered around a corner, his eyes came to rest on the man he was looking for. Joseph waited for him to split off from the group and as he did, Joseph turned and moved down another alley. The same alley that brought him face to face with the man he was tracking. The man's eyes widened before a punch to his nose forced him back up against a nearby wall. And then, Joseph's forearm was across his throat and his entire weight rested against the other." Gregory, it's been too long." Joseph commented with a slow smile, his voice was very relaxed. Gregory visibly scowled as his eyes lifted to rest on Joseph's face." What do you want, Tropiano?" " You know what I want so how about we skip the twenty questions?" Joseph suggested as he tipped his head to one side and his eyebrow arched. " Fine." Gregory muttered with a deep sigh." There was some kind of trouble in the club a week or so ago. Bethany picked out some woman for a vampire client but there was someone there that didn't agree and there was a big fight. Bethany got real fucked up and then this vampire. Her vampire caller came by and then he left." He shrugged his shoulders at this point. Joseph narrowed his eyes. Vampire caller? Had to be Tristan, couldn't be anyone else. His dark eyes flickered for a moment before he pressed more of his weight against Gregory and his forearm was forced right into Gregory's throat." Anything else?" Gregory struggled for breath before he managed to croak out." A new guy came by. Expensive suit and slimy attitude. I think they're getting close but I don't know anything else." For once, Joseph actually believed Gregory and so he stepped back and let the other breathe. As he did, Gregory coughed and gagged before he eventually stepped way from the wall and looked to Joseph. Almost as if he was waiting for permission to go. " Get going." Joseph muttered with only one glance over his shoulder and he shook his head as he watched Gregory scurry away. Some people had no pride. Joseph pulled out his cell phone and he pressed a number on his speed dial." Hey Josh, yeah it's me. I'm going to be needing some information." The rest of the conversation was drowned out as Joseph left the quiet of the alleyways and lost himself in the noise and crowds of Las Vegas. reply

Doing Her Job [01 Nov 2004|02:02pm] [ mood | uncomfortable ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Jordan yawned as she stretched her arms above her head. How long had she been at this now? At least eight hours and her supply of coffee seemed to be out. To that, she frowned and dropped back from two legs on her chair to four. Her arms rested against the table and her eyes ran over the folders and files she had sprawled over the desk. All the files from the last fifty years or so. All of them had the same signature mark, the bites on the inside of the thighs. This killer had been around for a while and he wasn't going anywhere unless someone put a stake through his chest. Now that was a very good idea or so Jordan thought. She coughed slightly at the stale smell of smoke and sweat in the air. She hadn't even noticed it until now, she had been too caught up in her research. Her head lifted to look around the small office, didn't any of these guys shower? She scrunched up her nose briefly before she returned her attention to the other files in front of her. Her findings from the other murder, the most brutal one she had ever encountered and that was saying something. She frowned gently as her eyes ran over the notes and over the photographs. What could have caused those injuries? What kind of creature would actually eat their victims? Of course Jordan had, had her fair share of cannibals during her FBI career, there were a lot of perverted people out there but she had never seen anything like this. She shoved a hand into her dark hair and propped her head in the palm as her now very green eyes ran over the notes in front of her. She glanced up to see if anyone was watching her and when she noticed no-one was looking her way, her hand went to her bag and it seemed to pull a book from inside of it. She sank down low into her chair, her black suit wrinkled as she did this and the white shirt collar crept up the back of her neck. She then glanced to the front of the book and read the title "Werewolves, real or imaginary?" Never in a thousand years would she have read this book, she would have passed it off as stupid folklore and make believe but her perspective had been drastically altered in the last couple of weeks. And right now, she was willing to look into anything. Jordan took a deep breath before she flipped it open and she started at page number one, maybe this book would answer some of her questions and that's what she needed right now, answers. reply

Portents [01 Nov 2004|07:52pm] [ mood | worried ] Rhiannon slipped into the bookshop through the back door, as was her habit. It was late, some time after her working hours had ended, and just after a particularly nasty encounter on patrol. Her hair was hanging loose and a bit disheveled, and dirt smudged her upper arms and the knees of her black pants. She knocked lightly on Emmeline's office door, found the room empty, and then turned at the sound of a drill from the storeroom. Holding onto the door frame with both hands, she leaned inside and found Aidan. "Hey," she called over the noise. Aidan set down his drill and wiped a layer of sawdust from his face. It seemed to saturate everything he owned, which was somewhat strange since he hadn't been working on anything in some time. The counter replacement was his first real job since Emmy's kitchen table. Glancing up to see Rhiannon in the doorway, he offered half a smile. "Hey," he called, standing up and brushing still more sawdust from his clothes. "How are ya?" ( Whatcha working on? ) ( Bad thing? Good thing? ) ( Portents ) ( Burns ) "Oh, alright," Aidan agreed, nodding and frowning at the wreckage that lay on the ground around him. He still had a lot of work to do. "I'll see ya around, then. Nice talking to you... and hey, Rhi... be careful, all right?" "Always," she said, then headed towards the front of the shop to collect her book. reply

An unwelcome gift, and what came of it. [01 Nov 2004|08:44pm] [ mood | uncomfortable ] William stood at the edge of the ravine, looking down at the burning remnants of the car. The fuel tank hadn't gone yet, but it would soon enough, and it was best that he was far away. He was still within walking distance of Searchlight, and began to walk back. He was caneless finally, but he had a feeling he would be back on it in the morning, as he was pushing too hard. As he walked back, he remembered why he had just run a car with a body off the road. ( A Corpse on the Porch ) It had taken William two days to find the car that matched the keys in the girl's pocket, and had to wait until after nightfall to drive it out and run it into one of the ravines. Someone would find it in the morning, and the girl's family would at least have some closure. He had removed any evidence that might connect him to the car. This was one thing that he would sooner never have to do again. Soon he'd be back home, and soon he could sleep again, barring the dreams that he feared would come from this. reply

[01 Nov 2004|10:44pm] Connor walked along with his hands shoved into his pockets, keeping protectively close to Dawn as they heaeded to William's. "I hope he's home." he muttered, eyeing the shadows. "Yeah, or otherwise I'll begin to think no one loves us..." Dawn smirked, keeping close and alert though she couldn't help but make a wisecrack. The letter had unnerved her, but she refused to be cowed by it. Nevertheless, finding out more about this would definitely be a good thing. William sat in his chair, watching Richard III on cable, trying to relax after his bit of horror in the desert. He was trying to ignore what had happened, and just fall into the movie. Killing monsters and demons, I can do with no problem, but disposing of a body does this to me. The human mind is such an odd thing. ( A visit to William's for information. ) reply

[01 Nov 2004|10:56pm] Sometime during the late afternoon, Dawn returned from her brief foray into Vegas...and in her new car, no less. It was a used red corrolla, though she was still immensely proud of it considering it gave her the independance she needed. Heading into Searchlight, she decided to stop by the bookstore before heading home and pulled up to an empty parking spot. From there, it was a matter of moments before she entered the bookstore, persuing the shelves. She paused at a shelf with books on ancient myths and took a few out, loading one arm as she looked for a good spot to look these over. Nathan had been browsing around in the bookstore himself, carelessly looking over titles, not really interested in any of them . He had more so been biding his time, waiting for the right moment to get acquianted with the people on the top of his "to meet" list, and she was definately in the top rankings. Much talk had been going around for years about the "Key," and what role it would play when it was placed back into the game. They had recently learned that it had been incarnated, and now Nathan found himself watching the Key look over bed-time stories. He approached quietly to a spot with a few chairs, a book titled "Among Angels" tucked under his own arm . He had a seat quietly as she turned from the shelf. ( The resident angel meets the Key and the two have an interesting discussion. ) "Only one way to find out, but thanks for the encouragement." Dawn glanced to the clock and stood slowly, after deciding what books were worth buying. "Can't have you be late for work on my account then. I should be heading back anyway, before it gets too late. Nice to meet you too, I hope to see you around again sometime." She smiled and shook his hand, reluctantly standing after. Standing up himself, his eyes sparkled. "I'm sure you will. Stop by the Lighthouse sometime. It's great fun," he said honestly. "Maybe you'll meet some new friends." he added, a small grin on his face. "Have a good afternoon, Dawn." he said, as he turned to leave the store. reply

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