| Rosalind |
[21 Nov 2004|12:28pm] |
Devon,
Went to Vegas. Will be back Sunday.
-M
( Rosalind )
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| Stale Air |
[21 Nov 2004|03:56pm] |
Bethany drew her car to a stop outside of her club. She slipped out of the side and took her bag with her. Long blonde hair was tied back and her body was clothed in a red silk suit. A colour that only Bethany of all people could pull off. But then again, she looked good in most everything because she knew how to work the outfits she wore. She locked her car and hummed a soft tune as she slipped into her club which was quiet as it was before opening hours.
A telltale car pulled up to the streets moments later after Bethany had slipped inside. The driver was none other than Milly, still dressed in her work get-up though she had washed away the majority of her make-up in the woman's bathroom after her client's successful one million dollar win. She thought back to Elfleda's last visit. "I want you to visit her... Say what you are... Say you're from Beth... And give her as much good fortune as possible... She requires it. I want you to soak it all in, darling Milly... To positively bathe her in the stuff." And here she was, though why she was positively eluded Milly. She got out of the car and slowly opened the door to the club and called, "Hello? Is anybody here?"
( Two Beth's )
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[21 Nov 2004|05:56pm] |
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Work was really weird today.
Theo was acting ...oddly and when I say oddly? I mean totally weird. He kept mentioning the car and kept asking about Hayden. He also made sure to lean in towards me a lot while talking about the car. I don't know what it is but in the last couple days, he's changed. He's become more like the slimeballs I toss out on their asses every night and less like the decent guy I used to know.
Maybe I'm just being paranoid which is more than possible due to the last couple days.
Emily is gone, Dominick took care of her and I know that must have been difficult so I've been trying to give him space to process everything. I mean, what does one say to that? How does one even begin to comfort the other? I know that the vampire was no longer his sister but it still wore her face. He seems okay with that but I don't believe that, I wouldn't be. Not after that. If that had been my brother or mother, I can't even begin to imagine what kind of state I would be in.
I just wish I knew what to do. Dominick is my first Watcher and I'm looking for some clear way to be a good Slayer. I was strong and unyielding through this whole Emily thing but someone had to be. Someone had to keep a clear head on their shoulders, if I hadn't done that, what would have happened? I keep thinking over everything and picking out things I could have said or done but I didn't.
Mostly because I didn't know I should or knew how to. I don't as a rule let anyone close to me and opening up is difficult. When Dominick shut down that first time, I grew wary of bringing the subject of Emily up and I was always watching my words so I didn't upset him but maybe I should have said something? I don't know what a good Slayer should or shouldn't do, I'm just being me and is that even enough? Am I doing a good job? I really wish I knew.
I mean, Dominick is always full of praise for me but some of the things he says, hurt me because they make me feel like I wasn't good enough or understanding enough. I don't think he means to make me feel this way, it's probably just me taking everything out of context but I don't know. I just feel like I'm floundering. When I go out and slay, I know I've done my job and I've done it well but when it comes to relating to other people, I don't think I do a good job at all.
I know I'm independent and self sufficent but maybe I'm too independent and self sufficient? Maybe I need to start letting people help me and when I say help me. I mean when I'm not in trouble and I'm just going from day to day. Let them help me then? I have so much on my mind and no clear way to get it out there, I have the sleepwalking, the dreams, the slaying, my family back home and now Theo.
I just wish I had some answers, that's all.
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| Reflections |
[21 Nov 2004|06:06pm] |
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In this town, your life can change with one roll of the dice.
It's all about chance and risk taking. And in some small part, I participate in this chance and risk taking. People come to my club to drink, dance and have fun. I merely facilitate that and on the occasion, I take my dues from the mindless hoardes that fill my club from night to night.
Is that really such a bad thing? They take, I give. It seems only fair that they return the favour. I fail to see why some people get up on their high horses about it. It isn't like the streets of Las Vegas are lacking in people.
Tristan has become a ghost. I haven't seen hind or hair of him in weeks and I can't help but wonder what the vampire is up to. I left a message for him quite a long time ago and he failed to return it so I see no reason for me to continue the chase.
It's all about give and take.
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[21 Nov 2004|07:15pm] |
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Glycerine, by Bush |
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You ever kind of look around and wonder how you got where you are? I'm doin that now. Like, I'm in this motel, that this guy paid for, after turning into me and scaring the crap out of me. So, YEAH. Fucking weird going on and I'm not sure how to deal with it. Maybe I should just head back to Vegas and find someone to leech off of. I'd thought that this town was ok because it seems like the rent's cheap and I might be able to actually have a place to live instead of motel hopping for once, but I don't know now. That guy, Azure, he was babbling about vampires, and other stuff. Oh and aparently he's a ninja with magic powers.
I'd say he's delusional but then he demonstrated the powers. So maybe he's SO delusional he manifested actual abilities. Or maybe there's stuff in the world I don't know about, and I'm now thinking I don't want to know about.
He seemed like a kind of wannabe superhero. I guess that would have made me the damsel in distress in that scenario, a position I'm not exactly happy with. Though, to be fair to me, I wasn't in distress before he'd showed. Just majorly bored, in danger of being terminally bored. I don't know. I've got the hotel for another two days. I'll see what's what durring that time I guess.
//firewalled against everyone//
He called me a vampire. Does he know? Can he know? I mean, the thought's crossed my mind before that that's what I am...and what little I've learned from fiction, I'd kind of be termed a 'psychic vampire', but still. And I hit him with some of my energy and will have to find someone to take from sometime this week. It's not dire yet, but at the same time, I don't really have as much in reserve as I'd like. A girl's got to protect herself somehow, and that's my defense system. Maybe I'll find a stray person out tonight.
//end firewall//
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| Best Of Friends? I Think Not |
[21 Nov 2004|07:31pm] |
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( Encounters In The Night )
( Let The Insults Fly )
( Not Moving )
( Running )
So much for not being hurt again.
I have a broken rib, several bruises and I'm sure a few cuts. Whoever he was, he can be very sure I'll be watching for him and we will finish this.
One way or another.
I wonder where Milly is, hopefully she's okay wherever she is. I don't know what possessed me to kiss her to do what I did. Perhaps a small part of me wished she would kiss me back?
I should clean myself up.
It's been a very long night.
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| How It's Done |
[21 Nov 2004|07:44pm] |
Rhiannon made her way across Dominick's back yard in the fledgling light that broke across the desert landscape. The sun was just rising over the hills in the east, throwing colors through the low clouds and bathing the sand in gold. She'd been hunting all night, and was rewarded with a discovery she couldn't wait to share with another Slayer. She paused outside a window at the rear of the house, and her senses told her Kris was inside. Rhiannon held her clove cigarette loosely between her lips and curled her hands over the windowsill. Planting one combat boot on the side of the house, she lifted herself a bit to see inside and confirm what she'd guessed. Kris was sprawled across her bed. Rhiannon hopped down and took the cigarette from her mouth. A hand reached up to tap on the pane, and then she waited, exhaling a curl of smoke. Her free hand found the hip pocket of her black cargo pants, the pockets filled with stakes, her knives strapped to her calves beneath.
Kris blinked at the sound of something tapping. It broke through the rather nice dream she was having of flying and it forced her to open her eyes. As she did, she groaned slightly as the dim early morning sunlight streamed in through her windows. A tingle in her stomach told her another Slayer was outside and that woke her enough to move from her bed. She rubbed slowly at her hair which was a mess before she opened up her window and leaned halfway out. Her dark brown eyes blinked slowly. "Rhiannon, hey," she muttered a little groggily as another yawn escaped her.
"Morning, sunshine." Rhiannon smiled at the state of the other Slayer and guessed Kris had pulled a late night. She flicked her cigarette ashes to the side and lifted her hand to brush a bit of sand from her bare upper arm. "Rough night?"
"You could say that," Kris replied with a faint smirk before she rubbed at her eyes. "What brings you by?" Rhiannon had that look, the same look Kris got when she knew things had to be done.
"Something you don't want to miss. Get some clothes on, already." Rhiannon winked and backed away from the window, her boots making soft sounds in the dirt. "And bring stakes."
( The Long and the Short of it )
( Bringing Down the House )
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[21 Nov 2004|10:10pm] |
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Dominick set down his pen and closed his journal, pushing it across his desk. He got up to take a shower, not noticing that his journal had slid clear off of his desk and onto the floor. The pages fell open to reveal what he had written that day.
( Journal Entry )
Pages and pages and pages of it, over and over again.
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| A Journal Entry |
[21 Nov 2004|10:15pm] |
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I've been a loner lately. I've always fought alone, hunted alone, and kept my own company, for the most part. However, since moving to Searchlight, things began to change. Of course, there was Rhiannon. Blood of my blood, heart of my heart, a shared passion for so much more than just the darkness. I had thought that my latest kill would bring her out, but alas, that hadn't come to pass. No sound from the FBI either. Pity, that. I was in the mood for a wild game.
It has been ages since I've last visited with Bethany. We both are consumed with our own manias. Can a vampire, such as I, yearn and miss the companion, warmth, challenge, and other attributes of a woman? An even better question, should I?
Does she miss me? And should she?
Perhaps she can help me formulate a plan to draw Jo out. That one owes me a jacket. Her life hardly compares. That jacket was a gift from my Sire. That is not something that can be so easily replaced. Yes, I have one that is similiar in looks. But the smells are gone. The memories are gone. It just is not the same.
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