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[09 Nov 2004|12:19am] Jason walked into the smoky Vegas karaoke bar, still wearing his usual business attire. He looked at the man on the stage, trying his best to sing like Mick Jagger, and he shook his head. This wasn't his style. But the vampire he was looking for was here or would be here, he figured, and so this was where he'd stay until he found her. Del nodded to the bartender, signaling that she wanted her drink. This guy was new. Tony, the regular barkeep, was on vacation in Aruba. She'd heard it was nice, Aruba. Probably too sunny to have any real fun, though. "Amaretto sour." The new guy bobbed his head, mixed the cocktail, and slid it in front of her. It tasted all right. Tony's was better. Ray's was always best. Well, "always" amounted to the three or four times Ray had mixed a drink for her while she was around. Her eyes surveyed the evening's crowd, one hand absently fingering the seam of her skirt, eyes peering over the top of her glass. ( Singing and Killing for Fun and Profit ) Del watched him as he disappeared down the alley. "The moves, huh?" she muttered to herself. With a sigh, she hoisted Banker Guy up over her shoulder and tossed him into the nearby dumpster. Only in Las Vegas could she drop a body a night. And to think, all this time, she'd been doing it Pro Bono. reply

Point A to Point B [09 Nov 2004|12:41am] Behind the cover of a rusted forklift, Hayden watched the action at the foothills just outside Las Vegas. He was dressed for hard labor-- a long-sleeved flannel, well-worn jeans, and brown boots. His hair was caught in a small ponytail, and several days' growth of beard roughened his jaw. Heavy machinery loomed all around him, excavation equipment poised at the mouth of a cave that was very nearly concealed. It dipped low into the earth, cutting through the sand and rock to track westward towards a tiny town he knew very well. Days of searching through government-issued topographic maps had lead him to this place. The reports claimed weak rock strata had collapsed during the recent earthquake, but Hayden knew that the tunnel was not a result of the quake. Instead, it was the cause. He had a feeling the dead stratigraphist knew that, too. ( A Piece at a Time ) reply

... [09 Nov 2004|12:48am] [ mood | anxious ] [ music | Bonnie Raitt - Something To Talk About ] Jo puttered around the bar, serving Sparky one last time and doing last call for the night. She mixed herself a screwdriver, sipping at it here and there as she listened to the music and the muttering of people getting ready to take off for the night. Chairs scraped the floor, drinks finished in a hurry.. some slopped onto tables and the floor. Jo smiled faintly as she watched, feeling bad for the folks at the Nugget who would now have to deal with her drunks wanting food. She shook her head and followed the last guy out, closing the door behind him and turning the lock. That done, she turned around and headed back into the main area, wiping down tables with a damp rag and turning chairs up onto the table tops. After wiping the bar down, she got out a mop and started swabbing the excess alcohol from the nicely finished wood of the floor with a sigh. She now understood why most bars had cheap tile flooring. Easier to take care of.. she got a pair of dry rags and dropped them on the floor, indulging herself as a great song came on. She stepped onto the rags and sort of skated around the floor to take up the moisture that would ruin the finish eventually. As she did that, a man came in to the bar, despite the locked door and he stood, watching her. He was just human, a regular guy but he looked very similar to someone else in town. So similar that when Jo turned and saw him, it was more his looks than the fact that he was inside that startled her so badly that she tipped a table and all its chairs over trying to escape. He was Tristan, but without the fangs. She looked up at him from the floor, feeling somewhat idiotic but still suffering flashbacks from the beating the vampire had given her, and the subsequent weeks of pain and healing, and then the later beating from the female vampire. Where had she gone so wrong? Why was this man standing in her bar just watching as she freaked out over nothing? He walked over to her, kneeling alongside and reaching to touch her face lightly. She frowned, jerking her head out of his reach and scooting back a foot or so. He frowned back at her and followed, trying to touch her face again. This time though, she captured his wrist and turned it just enough to make him gasp with pain. "We're closed. What'dya want?" Her voice was rough with the ebbing fear he had caused. He groaned softly, shifting to ease the pressure as he answered in an equally rough voice, "Just a drink.. when you fell, I wanted to see if you were ok." His accent marked him clearly as a local, and she let him go, pushing off the floor to her feet. She righted the fallen table and replaced its chairs, frowning all the while as the man laid there on the floor, rubbing his abused wrist. "Well we're closed, and it's a good idea not to try touching an outsider without permission." She growled softly at him and pointed at the door. "Get lost." But he didn't move.. so she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and the seat of his pants and physically hauled him off the floor, throwing him out the door and making sure it locked this time. She didn't give two shits if he was injured, scared or angry. She finished closing everything out and sprinted up the stairs, locking herself into her bedroom with a book and the intent to just forget the night. reply

[09 Nov 2004|01:23am] [ mood | pleased ] [ music | Rammstein - Es Ist Nicht Leicht Ein ] I'm hungry.  FOOOD!!!  Interview with Verlie tomorrow...wooo fun.  Been sleeping mostly and training.  I need a new bed, mines just not cutting it anymore.  It's all stiff and hard like wood. ( With one mighty swing, we try again. ) Well well, he we try again.  I still got the books and all, and I read most of the taijutsu book and the first few chapters of the watcher's diary.  I should be able to hammer out a good training regimen for Ray.  At least with some semblance of structure. reply

Productive [09 Nov 2004|11:13am] [ mood | pleased ] You know what makes a good businesswoman? Perseverance And that is why I am continuing my investigation into the mines. It's amazing how easy a demon is to buy. reply

And So It Begins Again [09 Nov 2004|11:57am] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Sleep was a rarity for the Slayer on most days and tonight wasn't much different. She tossed and turned, her mind busy with thoughts and dreams. All the emotions from the days before washing over her one after another with no sense of mercy and with little break. And then there it was, the pull. The same pull that always forced her from her bed and made her walk. And like before, she was powerless to resist. A voice whispered in her ear, remnants from a dream of familiar faces and comfortable situations. But now everything was faded, the memories forgotten and tossed aside in favour of the pull in her stomach. Kris rose from her bed; the sheets fell away from her body. The white tank-top and black shorts offered her no warmth as her hips turned and her legs followed through to place her bare feet against the cool ground. The sensation sent a ripple up both her legs and caused her skin to prickle and she in turn shivered faintly. The white path appeared before her, it lit up beneath where her feet rested and Kris raised herself. Her eyes were wide open, seemingly seeing everything and yet she saw nothing. Her body somehow managed to navigate her room; she never hit anything, not one single thing. As she neared her bedroom door, something caused Kris to pause. Something that made her resist the path laid out for her and very slowly. Her head tipped to one side and those glazed eyes rested on the dagger, Hayden had given her. She twisted and wrapped her hand around the handle before she gripped and pulled it towards her. The dagger hung heavy at her side and then another pull forced Kris forward one step and she was out of her door within three seconds. She spared no look over her shoulder as Eddy barked loudly and pulled on her tank-top with his teeth. The path grew brighter as Kris was pulled back and a slight pain to the side of her head spurred Kris on to follow the path. She lifted her arm and brushed Eddy away from her which left the dog confused and scared and he soon went to the only other person in the house, Dominick. Kris trailed through the house till she reached the front door. Kris' eyes blinked slowly, almost as if she were in some form of trance before she simply stepped out. The sand shifted beneath her feet and slipped through her toes as Kris began to walk. She didn't notice the rocks beneath her feet that cut slightly into her skin, she couldn't feel the burning sand as it touched her skin and even as she tripped and fell, Kris picked herself back up and kept on walking. She walked all the way from her house and through Searchlight until she balanced precariously on the edge of the hill that led to the mine. She paused yet again and her head tipped to one side. As it did, the hair from behind her ears escaped and her dark hair flowed over her shoulders and face. Her eyes gazed downwards at the path; the white glow weaved its way down the side of the hill and led away into the mines. A voice soon whispered in her head, Protect And Serve. And as that voice talked to her, Kris' eyes truly opened and the world swam into focus. For a brief moment, she was confused and suddenly very cold but a hard punch to the side of her face stopped her from asking any questions. Kris felt herself falling and then she felt herself hitting the hard rocky ground. After a moment or two, she landed with a loud thud and hissed in pain. Kris groaned slightly as she lifted her head and her hand went to the back of it and as she pulled it away, she frowned briefly at the slight amount of blood on her fingertips. Her eyes quickly looked right and then left, she was in the area before the mine entrance and then she remembered something had hit her from the side. She didn't want to but she looked up and when she did, she swore and rolled to one side as a rather large green demon came crashing down from above. As she stopped rolling, her eyes widened from beneath a wisp of hair. To think, that piece of crushed ground could have been her. She looked up the leg, ran her eyes over the rather large chest before she was met by a black gaze and she decided she was really not awake enough for this. She tried to grip something in her right hand as the demon came towards her and that's when she realised, she had dropped the dagger during her fall." This is just typical." She muttered to herself before diving out of the way as the demon made a grab for her. Kris pulled her body into a front-roll and came up in a crouch. As she did, she spotted the dagger lying in the sand not too far from where she was. Kris felt claws sinking into the flesh of her ankle and hissed before she simply bent her other leg and then sprung upwards from the ground. She used the demon's grip on her to turn her body so her free leg came round and caught him across the face. It didn't do much but it stunned the demon enough so he dropped her leg and Kris was able to catch herself on her hands before the muscles in her arms and stomach tensed as she simply back-rolled over the ground and then she was up on her feet again. She ignored the pain in her ankle as she reached down to capture the dagger. The moment, the dagger was in her hand. Kris felt stronger and she was able to turn back around on the demon and able to face him as he charged. She dodged to one side and thrust the dagger into its side, bright green blood pumped from the wound and the creature made a horrid noise as it recoiled in pain. The demon came back at her once more and this time, her lip and eyebrow were cut wide open and her own blood stained her tank-top but for every hit he made, she gave one back. The dagger was bathed in green blood and the demon's eyes were a strange shade of grey and as it regarded Kris, it blinked twice and then turned and fled into the night. Kris could have pursued but she really wasn't in the mood, she simply let her legs collapse beneath her and she seated herself against the ground. " Well, consider yourself christened." She muttered to the dagger before she flopped back onto the sand. reply

[09 Nov 2004|01:15pm] [ mood | aggravated ] Mich sat at her desk, going through her books with low music playing in the background. A yawn split her face briefly and she shook her head, taking a sip of the coffee that sat beside her. A sigh slipped free, and her vision began to blur. She muttered softly to herself that it was only midafternoon and rubbed her eyes clear, going back to reading the book on purjur demons. It seemed they were fairly common, humanoid in shape and size. Bluish green skin, smooth but tough, a double row of spikes that laid flat along either side of the spinal column until threatened, then they popped up much like a sun fish would do. The blood is poisonous to humans, burning similarly to drain declogger. Mich's eyes slipped shut and her head rolled to one side as she feel deeply asleep, the last few weeks of studying, not sleeping and training Andi finally catching up with her. Dark dreams invaded her mind, her body twitching and shaking slightly. She would have fallen from the chair except for the arms it possessed. Hours passed, the dreams intensifying, the images worsening progressively until the Watcher came awake with a gasp, tipping the chair over and ending up sprawled out on the floor. A frown creased her face as she looked out the window to where the sky was now darkening a bit. She got up off the floor, righting the chair and heading into the kitchen to get something to eat and something else to kill the headache she'd developed. reply

Busy Life [09 Nov 2004|07:03pm] [ mood | apathetic ] I haven't had any time to sit, let alone sleep or eat. Life's been busy and my clients have only got more demanding. Las Vegas loves me, what can I say? It's that simple. It would seem my time away has made my clients appreciate me all the more which means they want more and more of my time and what I can do for them. And believe me, my clients can come out with some of the weirdest and wackiest ideas going. And the less said about the border, the better my life would be. I should probably take a shower but I think, sleep is going to win out over the two priorities. I have never felt this tired or this drained in a very long time. Some good news on an otherwise crappy day, momma's fine and she's enjoying Venice. She has no idea about Alberto's betrayal of my trust and I'm going to keep it that way. She sees him like a son and it would break her heart to know about the things that happened whilst she was away. There's no way in Hell I'm letting her go back to New York so I'm going to see about setting up a proper home in Venice. She loves it there anyways so makes sense for her to stay there on a more pemanent basis. Anyways, I need to crash even if it is the middle of the day. reply

Getting Out Of Town [09 Nov 2004|08:23pm] [ mood | peaceful ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Matthew was currently driving out of Searchlight on his bike which thanks to Andi was running like a dream. His legs were tucked up on either side. And for this night, he had opted for feeling the night's air through his hair which meant, his helment was left back at home. His gloved hands revved the engine before his entire body weight shifted to the right as he turned the bike around the curve in the road. His eyes roamed across the wide expanse of land in front of him and he smiled briefly as he watched all the colours shift and merge to form one glorious shade. The night was really quite beautiful and he felt a sudden pang of jealousy for the people who knew nothing of the other world. The world that he lived in, the world he had been trained to fight against. He knew the night wasn't safe and so he rarely let his guard down and so, he would never enjoy the night. There were other reasons for his disdain but they came from a deep seated problem, a problem which had started when he was three and had only stopped at the age of nineteen when he had walked out to make his own way in life. He shook his head to clear his mind, that was another time. It wasn't now and it did no good to dwell on it, what was done was done and there was no point thinking back to it and letting it affect him again. As the town of Searchlight fell into the background, Matthew turned down another road but as he rounded the bend, he turned the bike so he was heading away from the road and into the desert itself. The more he drove, the further away he got from any semblance of civilisation but for tonight that was how Matthew wanted it. After a few more moments of driving, Matthew simply rolled to a stop and rested his feet down on either side of his bike. His hand switched the engine off before his fingers curled around the keys and he slid them out of the ignition. Matthew adjusted his black leather jacket he wore before he brushed off some stray dast as it gathered on his tan cargo pants. Eventually he turned his body so both feet were side by side and he took a moment to enjoy the view. With a small smile, he stepped away from his bike and took a seat on the ground. He rested his back against the side of his bike and curled his legs upwards before he rested his arms across the top of his knees. His hands linked together and his pale eyes watched the horizon. Matthew would stay here all through the night, no matter who or what came along. He wanted nothing more than to see a sunrise breaking over what seemed to be the edge of the world. reply

Out Loud [09 Nov 2004|10:14pm] Joseph had been running himself ragged. He was aware of this, it stopped him from thinking about everything. The clients had got more demanding but he had been pushing himself extra hard. He was for the moment, relaxing. His phone rested on the bar beside him and for the first time in a while, it was switched off. His clothes were just as they always were, blue jeans with a slight crease from where he had tossed them over a chair. Dark chunky boots on his feet. A black tank-top and a dark shirt which had that many wrinkles, it was hard to keep a count. Joseph's hair was slightly longer but not by much and clasped in his hand. He held a half empty glass of whiskey, the ice had melted and all there was left, was the light brown liquid which he downed with one gulp. He played with his thumb ring for a moment before he tapped the bartop with his index and middle finger." Another whiskey." The bartender gave him a look, a look Joseph ignored and returned his look with one of his own. The bartender served him another drink. Rhiannon lifted her eyes from the sidewalk as she approached Joseph's favorite bar. He hadn't answered his phone that night, but she'd known where he would be almost without thinking. And the closer she came to the door, the more certain she was she'd find him inside. It had been days since she'd seen or heard from him but she hadn't called, wanting to give Joseph a chance to get back into his routine. An opportunity to process whatever it was he'd had to do in New York. But eventually, her worry for him had taken over. Ready or not, she was going in. Rhiannon lifted her hand to the door and went inside, eyes scoping the dark room for sign of her boyfriend. Within seconds she spotted him at the bar, gesturing to the bartender for another round. Stepping around a table full of customers, she moved towards the bar. She was dressed simply, a pair of form-fitting black pants, thick-soled boots, and a wine-colored tank top. She stopped just behind his stool. "Hey, stranger," she said lightly, placing a hand on his side and dropping a soft kiss on the nape of his neck. Joseph turned his head slightly as a familiar hand rested against his side and he gave Rhiannon a genuine smile. "Hey beautiful." He leaned up and placed a kiss on her cheek. His hand dropped to the stool beside him and he twisted it slightly. "Have a seat and can I get you anything?" He rested his glass down against the table and the ice made a slight clink noise as he did. Rhiannon slid onto the stool he'd turned and crossed her ankles. One forearm rested against the edge of the bar. "Midori Sour," she replied, giving the bartender a nod before turning back to Joseph. Her eyebrows lifted slightly. "It's good to see you." "Yeah, sorry about that. I've been busy." He commented with a slight smirk as he lifted his phone and waved it in the air. "My clients have missed me." He lifted his shoulders in a shrug. Most people wouldn't know something was bothering him, he had a very casual air around him. Like water would roll right off his back but anyone who knew him, knew better. He lifted his glass and took a slow drink. "You been okay?" "Uh huh," she responded, reaching for her drink without taking her eyes from him. Rhiannon wasn't fooled for a second. The last time they'd seen one another, Joseph had been so relieved to be home that it was hard to say how he'd feel once things settled down. And then they'd fallen into the most passionate lovemaking they'd ever shared, even more so than the first time. Now, looking at him, it was clear that he was not okay at all. He was too dismissive, too casual. Almost evasive. She decided to be direct. "Do they keep your mind off what happened?" ( Coming Clean ) reply

A Meeting [09 Nov 2004|11:15pm] [ mood | curious ] Tristan entered the cemetery on his way home, and pricked his ears. A little telltale tingle began to work it's way up his spine, notifying him that he was not alone. One of his kind was near. As he entered the gate, he saw her. It was a young girl, maybe eight or so years of age in human years, but older in her vampire years. She sat upon a grave marker, her feet dangling in front of her. She looked troubled, a downcast look upon her face. "Hello, little girl." Tristan approached, crouching down to her level. "What's your name?" Her eyes flicked over his face. "Emily." "Well, Emily, what are you doing out here, in my domain, all by yourself?" He was amused and a bit annoyed. This was his cemetery, after all. He didn't like others stepping foot on his turf. She glared at him, her little forehead wrinkling and her yellow eyes narrowed. "I can take care of myself." Tristan had to chuckle at that. "I'm certain you can." He held a hand out to her. "My lair isn't far. Are you hungry?" Emily relaxed and nodded, jumping off of the tombstone but not taking his hand. She hadn't fed since losing her sire. She had been so focused on seducing Dominick out, that she hadn't taken care of herself. She followed Tristan into his place. She glanced around as Tristan prepared two mugs of blood. His hospital stash was running low. This place was much better than any of the crypts her Sire had them stay. She'd have to get a home like this for her and Dominick, once he was turned. That made her smile. "You are new to Searchlight, but obviously not newly turned. What brings you here, and are you alone?" Tristan didn't really care. He was just curious. He pulled up a chair and sat himself down backwards in it, resting his elbows on the back and drinking from his mug. Emily tentatively took a sip from the mug, but as the warmed blood hit her tongue her body reacted in it's need and she gulped it all down in wanton abandon. "More?" She tipped the empty mug towards Tristan. He looked at her in surprise but then went about fixing her another mug. Why he wasn't just kicking her out into the night, he didn't know. "Are you going to answer any of my questions?" He held the mug out, but away from her. She frowned and then nodded, taking the mug from his hand. This time she swallowed half of it before sitting back and answering some of his questions. "My sire brought me here. He told me I had family here, but he was killed before he could tell me more. Then I saw my brother. Do you know him? His name is Dominick." Tristan shook his head. He didn't recognize the name. "Is he a vampire as well?" Emily smiled slightly and shook her head. "Not yet. He's a Watcher, but soon he'll be with me. I can't be alone. He won't leave me alone." Tristan watched the girl finish off her second mug and rolled his eyes. The little girl was obviously not well. "So do you have a plan in getting this Watcher Brother of yours?" Tristan wondered if Rhiannon knew who Dominick was. Emily just grinned. "He's my brother. He's responsible for me. He'll come to me." She jumped up out of her chair and made her way to Tristan's front door. "I need to go to him now. He'll come out of his house when he hears me, one of these times. He has to. It's his fault I'm alone." Without thanking him for the blood, or another glance back, Emily fled his lair and the cemetery, making her way back into town. Tristan shook his head and gathered up the empty mugs. "That one's a can short of a six pack." reply

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