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Sighting [27 Nov 2004|02:52pm] [ mood | shocked ] Dominick looked at the various knives on display in the counter and frowned. Nothing called to him. Not that he was shopping for himself. No, he had decided to venture out on this weekend to Vegas and begin some early Christmas shopping. He had hoped he could find the perfect knife for Kris. He knew she had many knives and swords. But as her Watcher, he hoped to give her something special. So far, he was striking out. He sighed heavily, ignored the clerk's watchful and hopeful gaze, and turned and left the store. The mall was full of people. Dominick cringed as two kids came barreling past him, almost knocking him off of his feet. Their harried mother gave him an apologetic look and hurried after them, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Billy? David! Get back here!" Dominick ran his fingers through his damp hair and took a seat on a empty bench. He crossed his leg over his other knee and sat back to rest. He was a bit dizzy, so he rubbed at his eyes. He'd been getting light headed a lot lately, and his headaches were back, more frequently. He closed his eyes tightly and inhaled sharply. When he opened his eyes again, he was startled and shaken in his seat. What the? He rubbed his eyes again and peered into the crowd. "It can't be?" Domiminick slowly got to his feet and took a step. There was a little girl in the middle of the crowd. She appeared to have been crying. She saw Dominick approaching, and more tears sprang to her eyes. She took a fearful step backwards, away from him. "Wait!" he cried. "Emily?" The little girl froze in fear and confusion. "I'm lost." She finally sniffled out, holding her hands up as if blocking Dominick away from her. The two of them were ignored by the people streaming by to and from the various shops. The crowd was oblivious to the turmoil within it's midst. "I'm lost." The little girl shook her head, and saw that Dominick was taking another step closer. Her eyes snapped up to his. He looked scary, wild, and frightening to her. She turned on her heel and ran as fast and as hard as she could, weaving through the crowd, benches, and various other mall kiosks. "Emily?!" Dominick tried to run after her, but his larger body was easier to block. He nearly knocked over an elderly man with a cane. The man slapped his hands up and screamed at Dominick to watch where he was going. Dominick slipped and almost fell, losing Emily in the crowd. He searched every nook and cranny of every shop in that mall. He never found her. In the end, he wondered if he had imagined it. reply

Hard Labor [27 Nov 2004|03:05pm] A quarter-mile inside the Vegas end of an unnatural tunnel, the sounds of power tools and shovels filled the dusty air. Dale, the project supervisor's second-in-command, stepped over mounds of rock lining the edges of the tunnel. He kept vigilant watch over the operation in Monty's absence. Underground, there was no need to hide his demonic heritage. Small knobs made of bone protruded from Dale's neck and temples, and his eyes reflected the light that shone from an assortment of rigged bulb fixtures. Farther down the line, the command could be heard to clear the path. The men stepped back against the cave walls and waited as a truck backed through the narrow space. Its plaintive beep replaced the noise of excavation. Hayden leaned his weight on a shovel and watched as the vehicle made its slow, backward progress. The truck bed was heavy with the weight of its burden. How many tons of rock had they removed since he'd begun to work on the project? Hayden pulled the tshirt from his back pocket and mopped at his forehead. Afterwards, the tshirt moved across his bare shoulders and chest, removing a mixture of dust and sweat. Dale gave the gruff command to continue working. Hayden glanced at the man closest to him. Donald, who had given him the original tip for the job, coughed into his handkerchief. Donald never asked questions, or wondered why they'd been hired for this work. Hayden, on the other hand, never stopped wondering. His shovel sank into the gravelly pile, and he let his mind consider the possibilities. Did they clear the supernaturally-created tunnel for the sake of opening a demon-controlled route from the city to Searchlight? Was there something inside the tunnels they wanted to find? Did it lead directly into the mines? The hours of labor stretched without relief, but Hayden minded less than most. He thought of Athan, who he owed for his inexhaustable knowledge. He thought of Mich and Matthew, who could do something with whatever information he might find. And most importantly, he thought of Kris, who he hadn't seen in days. Those were the moments that passed quickest. reply

[27 Nov 2004|09:44pm] [ mood | contemplative ] [ music | Someday - Nickelback ] Connor was walking with Dawn into the diner, not really that keen on cooking of late. He was a little quieter than usual, head spinning on a lot of different things. Dawn wasn't especially interested in cooking either. For one, she barely had the time. Research papers were sucking the life out of her, making her unavailable for almost anything else. Still, she realized she'd been a little neglectful and decided to let Connor drag her out of the house since she hadn't been outside in the past few days. Noting the quiet, she reached for his hand, squeezing it with an inquiring look. He squeezed her hand back, keeping hold of hers. "Sorry. Lots on my mind. Though, not quite you-caliber-distracted. I'm going to have to start making sure you eat, I think." Connor offered a little smile. "And sleep. And bathe. And do stuff that isn't research papers." ( why weren't we able to see the signs that we missed ) ( someday, somehow, gonna figure it out but not right now ) ( let's rewrite an ending that fits instead of this Hollywood horror ) reply

[27 Nov 2004|10:56pm] Destiny walked home from the store, Santa hat perched at an angle on her head. By the liturgical calendar, it was the day before Advent. It was officially the Christmas shopping season according to the real life calendar, thus the general store had Christmas merchandise out. She had resisted the urge to shop until she heard her favorite Christmas carol being played on the only radio station in the area. Humming the tune loudly, Destiny held a large brown bag filled with garland, antler headbands, and plenty of eggnog, among other Christmasy things. The Weather Channel forecasted "snow conditions" for New Jersey and suddenly Destiny felt a pang for home. Christmas had always been her favorite holiday and her town celebrated the holidays quite lavishly. Verona's Holiday Parade came past every Christmas Eve: giant menorahs with grade school kids dressed as dreidels, the Snow Princess - Verona's excuse to have the head cheerleader wear a dorky tiara with a shiny snowflake on top - in the mayor's convertible, and of course Saint Nick sitting in a fire truck. And her mother's sugar cookies. Yum. At the thought of sugar cookies, Destiny started to rummage through her bag. Unfortunately, that made her knock into a person. Apologizing, she looked up and into the familiar warm eyes of her former boyfriend. The bag of Christmas goodies fell to the floor and the jingle bells and ornaments rolled out. She backed away quickly with her jaw agape, completely flabbergasted. She gave the boy the once over as he bent down to pick up the objects she dropped. He looked 19 years old still, shaggy hair curling gently at the nape of his neck. A neck which, she noticed, had no bite marks. She drew her stake out and watched him as he got up and put the bag at his feet. When he noticed her weaponry, he paled and yelped. "What the fuck are you doing, lady?" Destiny whispered, "Who are you?" The boy sat there, completely silent until he blew up, talking quickly and agitatedly. "I don't know. I don't know where I am. Who I am." Tears formed in his eyes and he pulled his hands into fists at his sides. Destiny softened, stake going back into its hiding place. "I'll help you. I really don't mean harm." "It didn't look that way," he retorted. Destiny smiled faintly. "In this town, you gotta be careful. Please, just come with me." "I don't know your name." He drew one hand across his eyes. "It's Destiny. I have a friend who can take you in. He has connections to the FBI--sort of. He's dating an FBI agent. Look, if you want ID I have it. Just trust me. Please." Her voice started breaking. She promised him she would protect him forever. He had to believe her. "Okay. Any funny business and my ass is in the nearest hotel." The boy who looked like Adam picked up the bag and followed her as she led him to her house. Will wasn't gonna believe this one. reply

Please [27 Nov 2004|11:55pm] Bernard often visited Milly in her dreams. Sometimes he came into her hotel room and drowned her in the bathtub. Other times she would be standing outside of Unseen Insight and he would come after her with a knife. He electrocuted her, pushed her off of a cliff, strangled her and one time had even set her on fire. But the most reoccuring and strangest was him shooting her. "Chicken," he'd say and then bang! Milly wasn't sleeping well. She left work and drove down to the diner for dinner. It was empty when she walked in and Milly pulled off her jacket and threw it onto the other side of the booth seat. She looked around for a waitor or waitress but found none. "When you think the service here can't get any worse," she muttered. Milly got up from her table and went towards the back to see if she could catch somebody there. She peered into the kitchen through the circular window on the swinging doors and spotted a waitress at the back entrance with her back facing Milly. It looked like she was talking to somebody. Glimpses, fleeting words. ( Please ) reply

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