| Needling, Part 2 |
[19 Nov 2004|12:28am] |
Continued from here...
( The Plan )
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| Searchlight, Nevada |
[19 Nov 2004|03:47pm] |
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( the bokor )
--Journal Entry--
I sat in my car for a long time, thinking about what I'd been told. This wasn't what I was expectin' when I was sent here. The bokor had just told me I couldn't go home. The binding of the mark he'd placed on my neck, directly over the disc, would fade the farther away I got from this area of the country. I twisted in my seat and turned the interior light on, cranin' my head around so I could see it in the rearview mirror. It looked like a faint tattoo in sepia-brown, an arcane symbol that resembled a half-star melded with a crescent moon: it's the symbol for 'safety' in the Ga'har language, one of the oldest demon languages known. It's a shield that blocks the transmission of signals from the device.
These are my choices: stay here where I don't know anyone and do... what? Who knows? Or go back home and spend the rest of my life fightin' every demon that can get to me until one of 'em kills me. I'm fucked.
Go to Searchlight, the bokor told me. He wouldn't say anything else. Why Searchlight instead of Vegas or Reno? It's a place of great power, he said.
I pulled the map out of the glove box and traced the route with my finger. Not far. I tossed the map aside and started the engine. I needed something to eat, a bath, about fifteen hours sleep, but first things first. Searchlight, Nevada, here I come.
*Definitions of all italicized terms can be found here.
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| Love Taps |
[19 Nov 2004|11:36pm] |
Inside the darkened shack on Hobson Street, Rhiannon leaned against one splintery wall. Her ankles and arms were crossed as she watched the vampire in the center of the room. She'd bound his wrists and ankles, then secured them together with a bit of rope behind his back. He wasn't going anywhere.
The earless vampire squirmed against his bonds and glared at the Slayer. "Stupid bitch... you'll pay for this."
Rhiannon simply smiled and adjusted her position against the wall, flicking a clump of ashes from the end of her cigarette.
Connor headed up to the shack, eyeing it a long moment and taking a drag from his cigarette before heading inside. "Honey, I'm home," he said sarcastically after shutting the door behind him.
Rhiannon uncrossed her ankles and pushed away from the wood. The floor creaked as she made her way towards the vampire again, eyeing Connor from across the demon. "I made you something special," she replied. She squatted beside the vampire and turned his face so that the mark on his forehead was clear.
Connor eyed the vamp, then smirked at Rhiannon. "Aww, how sweet, Rhi. Very nice birthday present," he walked up closer, squatting across the demon from her, and blew a stream of smoke at it. "I see you decorated," he nodded at the lack o ear-ness.
Rhiannon reached out and patted the vampire's breast pocket with one hand, feeling the ear inside. "Uh huh. I was thinking we could just..." She cocked her head to the side and rested her forearms on her knees. "I dunno, detach things until he talks. How long do you think until a body part turns to dust?"
"You know, I'm not sure," he said, then gave her a decidedly vicious grin. "Want to find out?" he looked at the vamp. "How about you?"
The vampire snarled and struggled against his bonds, but the knots were far too tight. Had circulation been a factor, he might have been in a world of pain.
Rhiannon shrugged. "Well, seeing as how I don't have a hot date tonight... I've got time for a little experimentation." She pulled a knife from her ankle and tapped the blade against her palm. One eyebrow quirked at Connor. "I guess it's your turn."
( Persuasive Techniques )
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