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[14 Nov 2004|12:57am] In a small roadhouse bar just outside Searchlight, Star sat in a darkened booth near the back of the room. Contrary to her usual behavior, she was quiet, idly flipping through a thick notebook with heavy pages covered in her large, looping handwriting. Her free hand was wrapped loosely around a mug of beer, slowly turning it in the ring of condensation on the table. As she came across a particular line, she uncapped her pen and scribbled a few notes to the side. Dawn pulled up to the bar not too long afterwards, letting the song on her CD finish before turning the engine off and stepping outside. Glancing around, she saw no sign of trouble and headed into the bar shortly afterward. Coughing a bit at the scent of smoke, she winced though otherwise tried to ignore it, stepping over to the bar. "Excuse me, sir, have you seen--" "Are you gonna order something?" Asked the bored bartender in a clear manner that if she wasn't going to, he wasn't interested in talking to her. Dawn attempted again but got the same question and sighed, sitting down at the bar. "Sure, get me a mudslide." Shrugging, the bartender attended to that and Dawn glanced around. No redheads, so no Sonya woman. That knot of worry remained in her stomach, wanting more insight into Gwen's strange behavior. Or if not that, some solution. ( Trying to find Sonya...strike one, though she finds Star instead. ) Dawn shrugged, not willing to say much explicit given the surroundings and the fact that she barely knew this person but that was enough for now. "It suits...well, my search seems to be going nowhere. I think I'll pass on spending the night here, lovely though it is." Her lips curved in a smirk, shaking her head. "Probably a good idea," Star agreed. "I doubt the clientele get any more upstanding as the night wears on." She slid out of the booth and stood, sliding her bag over her shoulder and digging her keys from the tangle of items inside. She pushed a piece of hair off her forehead and offered Dawn a winning smile. "Good luck finding the red-head." "Thanks. For that and trying to help earlier. See you around." Dawn stood up and smiled, picking up the neglected drink, might as well take it back to the bar before heading out. reply

Just outside Sun Valley, Arizona, 2 a.m. [14 Nov 2004|01:48am] [ mood | exhausted ] Jade lay fully clothed on the end of the too-soft double bed in his hotel room and stared blearily at the door. It was locked and bolted with a chair wedged under the doorknob, and he wasn't certain that would be enough. He was not consciously aware that the fingers of his left hand were ceaselessly rubbing the back of his neck. His right arm was curled around his sore ribs. He was a living, breathing beacon for demons of every size, shape and variety. In Santa Fe, New Mexico he'd nearly been run off the road by a scaled demon driving a 4 x 4 with gigantic tires, and the main thought running through his head had been, how the fuck did he get a driver's license? The things you come up with when you think you're about to die. Jade had fought his way across the country, and he was so damned tired. His whole body ached, and he wanted to sleep for at least twelve hours, but he couldn't spare that much time. He had to get to the bokor. He was about five hours outside Lake Mojave, so he would rest for a short while and push on. He sighed, letting his body relax into the mattress. He stretched his right arm out, touching the crossbow and the knife that lay next to him. His breathing smoothed out and he slept. reply

A Need For Excitement [14 Nov 2004|01:16pm] [ mood | bored ] It had been too quiet lately in Searchlight. Tristan decided to spark things up a bit. Whatever happened to that FBI gal Rhiannon had warned him about? Rhiannon had told him to be careful, and not raise suspicions. He smiled remembering that. She had cared, after all, whether she would admit to it or not. At first Tristan thought about hunting down Jo, but she wasn't in the Lighthouse that evening. Then he got distracted by Emily, the vampire child. He shook his head at that. She was one loopy kid. He didn't think she'd last long. Finally Tristan came upon the perfect, hapless, victim. If he squinted just right, she looked like that slayer, Jo. Blonde and firm in body. She was on an evening jog and Tristan leaned back against a tree gawking at her. When her eyes saw him in the distance she slowed. He could see the fear sparkling in her eyes. He grinned. Fear made the taste tangier. She didn't stop, but her pace slowed. She nodded in his direction, giving him a wary smile. Once she passed, he took up a pace or two behind her. The chase and the tease was on. At first the jogger increased her speed, probably in fear and hope. But as Tristan's feet continued to pound the pavement behind her, she began to weave a bit. Finally she stopped and turned to glare at him, her face ashen and her eyes almost bugging out. "What do you want?" Tristan's eye brow flew up and he smirked at her. "Now that is a loaded question, luv, and frankly, we don't have enough time for me to answer that." His face shifted, his eyes glowing in the night. The jogger began to scream, but was silenced when Tristan flew at her, knocking her to the ground, her lungs emptying with a rush. It's hard to scream when you have no breath. He slipped off her jogging pants with ease. The jogger writhed beneath him, terrified that she was about to be raped and killed. Tristan grinned at her as his hands worked her panties down to her ankles. Rape was the farthest thing from his mind, however. Her aroma was intoxicating, sweet with sweat from her exertion. He smiled and blew upon her pubic curls before running his teeth along her leg. When he reached that perfect spot upon her inner thigh, he bit in and shook his head, causing her blood to fly. Once she was drained, Tristan dipped his hand in the wound to cover his fingers with some of her remaing blood. He stretched his hand out to the pavement and wrote two words by the victim's corpse. "Soon JO." reply

Cleaning Up The Mess [14 Nov 2004|07:02pm] [ mood | freaked out ] [ music | Third Eye Blind - Deep Inside Of You ] Jo parked the truck a couple blocks from the park and hopped down from the cab, intent on taking a walk. She hit the jogging path and walked along for a little while. She thought back over the past months that she'd been here in town, the things she'd accomplished and the rest that had yet to be dealt with. Things has been so quiet for a while now, and it felt like everyone was just waiting for the next major crisis. She hadn't heard from Andi on when her big party was going to be taking place, and wondered about that. As she walked, the scent of blood came to her on a fitful evening breeze and she stopped to close her eyes for a moment. With a shake of the head, she opened those blues back up and moved along at a slower pace than before. It didn't take long before she found the blonde jogger dead on the path. Pants down, panties off, inner thigh ripped open and obviously dead. She knelt next to the body, forcing revulsion down and pulling the girl's clothes back into some semblence of order before yanking the corpse up into a fireman's carry. As she did that, the message in blood was visible and she nearly dropped the body back to the ground. "Soon JO. ?? What the hell is this?" A look around provided no means for her to wash the message away so she left it and took the body back to her truck, all the while hoping no one would see it, though there was no bleeding at this point. It was obviously a vampire's work, and she had a pretty good idea of who. The girl looked vaguely like the Slayer, and really.. no one else would have a reason, sane or not to do something like this. The corpse landed in the bed of the truck and was quickly covered over with a blanket. Jo jumped up behind the wheel and peeled out of the park far faster than was needed, only a very short time was needed to bring her to the cemetary where the truck was unloaded and her cargo brought into the deepest of the shadows. A trip back yielded a shovel, and her short sword. Back at the spot she'd chosen for disposal, she dug a rough grave, proper depth and length, a little too wide though. A vicious chop took the head off the girl, and there was little ceremony to the burial after that. Dirt rained down on the jogging outfit, and when the hole was all filled in, Jo stopped to wipe sweat from her face. She leaned on the shovel briefly, completely unaware that she was right in Tristan's back yard, totally unknowing of the dirt smeared all over her face. She didn't care. She hauled herself back to the truck, threw the shovel in and drove off to the bar and home for a shower, a change of clothes and a phone call. ( Voicemail to Matthew ) 1 comment | reply

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