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Ageless [01 Dec 2004|02:09am] [ mood | distressed ] Tristan could hardly believe his luck. Usually he had to hunt for his meal, but tonight dinner arrived practically on his front door! He had just pulled on his jacket and headed out of his crypt when he saw an elderly woman standing at the foot of one of the freshly made graves. Ah, poor gal grieving for her husband, he thought. Pity, that. Tristan glanced around, taking note that the cemetery was empty, the sun was set, and only the grandma's beat up old Chevy truck sat parked outside the gates. The night was young, and after eating Tristan knew he'd have plenty of time to play. ( Condolences Vampire Style ) ( A Little Boy, Once Again ) 4 comments | reply

[01 Dec 2004|02:46pm] [ mood | confused ] Nyx and I had a wonderful time on vacation. We window shopped at the various antique shops in Sisters, Oregon. We Christmas shopped in Bend, and ate candle light dinners in this very romantic restaurant called The River's Edge. The Prime Rib melted in my mouth! But best of all was just being safe and warm and alone with Nyx. I love him more every day. Is that possible? A strange thing happened as we pulled into Vegas this afternoon, however. We thought we'd have lunch at the greek diner where we first met. It was lovely, but bitter sweet because we knew we had to get back to real life now that we have returned to Searchlight. As we pulled out of town we had to stop at a red light for pedestrians to cross the street. I gasped suddenly, and Nyx looked at me with concern. My throat tightened and I know I was almost shaking in my seat. I swear that one of the women walking by on the cross walk was my dead mother. As sure as I sit here before this laptop, it was my mother. The light changed green, and Nyx proceeded to exit onto the highway. I craned my neck, still unable to breathe let alone speak. I lost her in the hustle and bustle of the crowd. Nyx said it wasn't possible that it had been her. I mean, really, I had to identify my parents bodies. They had been killed over ten years ago now in a very gruesome car accident. A drunk driver hit them head on. My father's face was smashed, and unrecognizable. I had to identify his body from a picture. But my mother, my mom looked asleep, from the neck down. The rest of her was mangled, I'm sure, but she looked so peaceful, I could hardly believe she was really gone. Nyx said maybe that is why I thought this woman was her. For some reason, I wanted it to be her. But after all these years? I swear I'm over that. I miss my parents, every day, but I've made a life for myself. I'm happy, and I have the bar and my calling, and a partner to share it all with. Why would I see her now? reply

[01 Dec 2004|04:15pm] [ mood | confused ] [ music | Sleeping With Ghosts - Placebo ] Huh. So much for my insomnia problem. I woke up late yesterday afternoon, at first not sure who I even was. I finally realized I was in bed in my motel room, totally butt-naked. I had to think really hard to remember the night before. December. Pretty, very flirty dark-haired girl I'd run into -- literally -- outside the motel. We'd gone for drinks, and she'd been more than willing to come back here with me. We'd kissed, and she'd undressed me and... what? Why couldn't I remember a single thing that had happened after that? She'd been sweet behind the coy, flirty facade here in the dark, with me. I closed my eyes and searched my memory, hoping for any recollection of what had transpired between us. Nothing. I hadn't had that much to drink. For damn sure not enough to make me pass out. What did we do? I was real disoriented until I got up and movin', got some caffeine and a bite to eat. I'd been out for at least sixteen hours. Unheard of for me. Without really admittin' it to myself, I've been lingering around the motel's public areas today, halfway hoping to run into her. Not a trace. Think I might head down to that diner tonight. I gotta get some kind of plan together, some way to bring in some cash. I'm okay for now, but it could be good to get out of this motel sometime and figure out what the hell I'm doing and why I'm suddenly havin' blank spots in my memory. reply

Lifting Spirits [01 Dec 2004|06:27pm] Joseph glanced to the small carrier box that rested in his passenger seat. He hoped Rhiannon liked kittens or he could have made a really bad choice. Of course, getting it past the doctors and nurses was going to be something to see. He drew his car to a stop and smirked. He'd worry about that later. His hands raked through his slightly longer dark hair before they adjusted the collar on his shirt. As always, he was dressed in jeans, a tanktop and a dark shirt. The only ring he wore was the one Rhiannon had given him and a few leather bracelets decorated his wrists. He glanced to his cigarettes and he decided against them as you couldn't smoke in a hospital. He leaned over, wrapping his hand around the handle to the pet carrier. "Time to meet your new owner." He whispered to the very cute kitten who regarded him with big eyes. Joseph stepped out of his car and made sure to lock it before heading into the hospital. His leather coat was casually thrown over the top of the carrier and a flirtatious smile here and there did wonders for getting past nurses. Rhiannon sat indian-style with her back against the headboard of her hospital bed. She was wearing her own clothes-- a pair of jeans and a navy tank top-- and fully expected to be discharged at any minute. Not that she could understand why they'd kept her so long, other than to make her life difficult. She gave the charge nurse an exasperrated look as she checked her blood pressure for the twentieth time. "I'm pretty sure it hasn't changed in the last half-hour," Rhiannon remarked dryly. The velcro cuff ripped loudly as the nurse made a 'humph' sound and pulled it off. She turned and waddled towards the door. Behind her, Rhiannon pulled her sling over her head and tossed it on a table. She flexed her sore shoulder carefully. Joseph got to Rhiannon's room just in time to watch a rather disgruntled looking nurse walk out of the room. He arched an eyebrow before sticking his head around the door. "I see you've been making friends." He commented in that low relaxed drawl he had before he offered Rhiannon a stunning smile. He then slipped inside and walked over to place a kiss to Rhiannon's hair. "Hey." Rhiannon's sour expression turned into a genuine smile at the sight of Joseph. "Thank god, an ally," she responded. As he leaned down to kiss her hair, Rhiannon reached out to wrap her arms around his waist. She kissed the center of Joseph's chest and rested her forehead against it. "You're lucky it's not closer to sunset. I might have thought you were one of those harbingers of doom with the dinner trays." She took a deep breath, not pulling away until something made a shuffling sound beneath his jacket. "Joseph... what's going on under your coat?" Confusion was written on her face as she looked up at him. ( Little Something ) ( One of Your Kind ) ( Contemplating Things ) 1 comment | reply

Visions from the other sight [01 Dec 2004|08:49pm] [ mood | sore ] Late shift.  Just perfect.  The only thing I need right now is a fight with Frankenstein...or some other mythical creature.  I tell you, if it isn't vampires, it's going to be a spawn from hell, or a witch with an attitude.  The few that I have met have been are good souls, I'm sorry I haven't seen a few of the people I have met.  Makes me sad.  I ended up getting a cold, on my day off and didn't get to the book store. ( Private ) I'm going to work, there's food to be served. reply

Wounds that never heal... [01 Dec 2004|08:52pm] [ mood | predatory ] I've been recuperating. However, not well, and not fast enough. I haven't fed in a few days, so I'm feeling out of it. I'm going out hunting. Some poor unsuspecting cow is going to be visited upon. Will be wondrous, hopefully younge, although I'm this hungry, I don't care if it's an 80 year old. As long as they have at least a pint of blood, I'll be better off than I am now. So far searchlight has proved to be interesting, and Vegas just as well. I have to admit, the Slayer has not left my thoughts. A slayer who out right rejects the calling. Hmmm, and every slayer needs a watcher. The stories of the one rogue slayer during the years of Buffy. The last chosen one. Faith, yes that was her name. The stories that were passed around the fires, over the bodies we fed. We know their trials and tribulations very well. I studied what I could about that, just rumors. No real facts, so they would have challenges to take down. Fun none the less. The early vampire gets the blood. reply

Sorry. [01 Dec 2004|10:36pm] The smell of McDonald fries infested Milly’s nose as she carried the offending meal out of her car to Bernard’s room. She knocked on his door and he immediately answered in the white t-shirt and shorts she had bought him from the general store. Bernard stepped aside to let her in saying, “I’m glad you’re here. Come on in. Man, I’m starving!” Milly stood there in the sweltering heat pretending not to take notice of his invitation which she wouldn’t accept for anything in the world. She handed him his lunch: the two number fours and Dr. Peppers and started to leave once he became busy rooting through the bag. “Milly? Where are you going? Aren’t you going to stay?” asked Bernard when he noticed her leaving. “No. Sorry but they need me down at the shop,” said Milly. “I asked for two meals today because I thought maybe you’d like to join me?” His voice was sickeningly hopeful. Milly hadn’t realized how lonely he was up until now. “I’m real sorry but they’re swamped down there.” “You know, Milly, I’m really thankful for all you’ve been doing for me. If it wasn’t for you I’d probably be sleeping out on a bench somewhere.” Milly smiled meekly and said, “Probably.” Bernard stepped out of the air-conditioned hotel room closer towards her still hopeful. “Are you sure you can’t stay just for a while?” “I’m sorry but I can’t.” His face fell but he recovered with a smile. “Oh, that’s too bad. Some other time then. Will I be seeing you later tonight?” “For dinner, yes.” “Have a good day at work then! Bye Milly.” “I’ll see you later Bernard.” reply

Once bitten, twice saved [01 Dec 2004|11:42pm] [ mood | drained ] ( Once bitten ) ( Twice Saved ) reply

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