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Meeting The Boyfriend [02 Dec 2004|01:12am] [ mood | amused ] Kris exhaled another bored breath as her eyes opened to the white ceiling of her hospital room." And here I thought this was all one big nightmare." She muttered softly. Her eyes looked to the scattered magazines at her side and she rolled her eyes. She had read them from cover to cover at least six or seven times. And there were only so many,"Ever since I gained weight, my boyfriend won't have sex with me" stories she could read. Her hands lifted to rest over her face and her fingers pushed their way into her hair. For the fiftieth time today, she contemplated breaking out and going home or just going somewhere. She sat up and picked at the fluff on her sheets." One bit of lint, two bits of lints." She caught herself counting the lint and groaned." You've been cooped up way too long, Kris Christina Michaels." Her fingers, the ones that still worked drummed against her knee and she began to whistle. An amused laugh from the doorway did catch her attention and her whistling stopped before her head turned. And her eyes came to fall on a familiar tall, dark haired man. She sought her memory for his name and then smirked as she did remember it." It's Joseph isn't it?" The man stood in the doorway bowed his head and made a tipping-the-hat gesture eventhough he didn't have a hat. He had left the Stetson at home. His cousins were currently attached to it so he wouldn't have gotten it back anyways." That would be me and let me take a wild stab in the dark but you would be Kris?" He placed the pet carrier down against the ground and stepped into the room as he awaited an answer. He didn't have any doubts in his mind that this woman was Kris. He could see the same fire in her eyes as he saw in Rhiannon's. The strength of being a Slayer and that of being a strong woman. And besides, what other woman would be that well bandaged and have that many unique injuries? " Astute observation." Kris commented with a lift of one eyebrow." What brings you by?" Joseph gestured behind him." Just been visiting Rhiannon and thought I would drop on by and meet the Slayer who covered her back and helped to take out a nest and two Masters." He slid his arms over his chest and looked over Kris once more. She didn't look phased by her injuries, in fact she looked more bored than anything else." Hate hospitals?" Kris laughed softly and nodded her head." Bingo and he wins the prize." She shifted her pillows and smiled briefly as she remembered how Dominick had fluffed her pillows and fussed over her." What's in the box?" She asked before gesturing towards it with a finger. " That would be Rhiannon's new pet. A little kitten I got her." Joseph answered before he snatched up a nearby chair and deposited himself in it. Only he didn't sit the right way round. He had the front of the chair against his chest and his legs went out to other side. His arms crossed over the top and the one silver ring. The one, Rhiannon had given him, glinted in the fluorescent lighting. She had to laugh at how comfortable Joseph had made himself. He looked like he belonged with that chair and in this place. He didn't look misplaced unlike her and a certain other Slayer." Maybe you should be in this bed rather than me? You seem more comfortable here than me." But the mention of "kitten" did pause her and she thought to Eddy. She hoped Dominick was taking care of him. Joseph snorted lightly and shook his head." Far from comfortable but I have this innate ability to look comfortable anywhere. It's a gift, really." At this point, he leaned back and cracked both his wrists and hands. Kris tipped her head to one side as she took a moment to look at this man in front of her. He had a certain air around him. She felt comfortable and oddly relaxed around him. He had this easy manner to the way he spoke and held himself." You're quite an interesting man, Joseph." She smirked lightly and shifted in her bed." I suppose you would have to be to date and be in love with a Slayer." She thought to Hayden and smiled slowly. " Interesting?" He laughed at that and winked." That's one way of putting it." Joseph got to his feet and spun the chair with one hand. It turned on one of its legs and he set it back in its rightful place. It was so smooth, almost like no effort was put into it. He was soon at Kris' side and his hands were sorting through the magazines." These things always have such interesting names." He lifted up one magazine and read." One of my boobs bust but I want a bigger size." He shook his head and tossed the magazine back onto the pile." You must be desperate." " Another astute observation." Kris remarked in an amused tone of voice. Her dark brown eyes glittered with life and her obvious amusement at this entire predicament. Joseph simply grinned in that way he did and lifted his shoulders into a shrug." What can I say? I'm just that intelligent." He turned on his heel as he heard the pitiful meow coming from the pet carrier." Hm, she's already an attention whore and she isn't even grown yet." To that, Kris laughed and teased." You'd better be careful. She's obviously a natural born terror." She wiggled her fingers in a mock threatening kind of way. " Hm, I won't mention that to Rhiannon." Joseph said with a thoughtful expression before he sighed." I should get going. I have some things to do and a kitten to get settled in and we all know how long that takes." She nodded her head." Yeah, I can sympathise." She reached out her least injured hand and commented." It was nice to meet you, Joseph." Joseph took her hand in his. He squeezed it lightly, being mindful of the bruises he could see." You too Kris and thank you for helping to keep Rhiannon alive. I don't know what I would have done if something had happened to her." " No thanks needed. She's my friend." Kris answered with a genuine smile but she rolled her eyes as the kitten meowed rather loudly." You'd better go before she cries this place down." She stopped to think and a mischievous glint lit up her eyes." But that wouldn't be such a bad thing now that I think about it." He shook his head." You take care, Kris and rest up. I know what you Slayers are like." He gave her another smile before he scooped up the pet carrier. He turned on his heel and gave her another tipping-the-hat gesture, only this time it went up instead of down. And before another word was said, Joseph was out of the door. Kris watched as the door shut and she smiled." You meet someone new every day." With a resigned breath, she snatched up one of those magazines she had already read. Anything was better than staring at that god-awful ceiling. reply

And Gwen Finally Relents [02 Dec 2004|02:00am] [ mood | frustrated ] [ music | In a Lonely Place, by Bush ] Dawn sighed, crossing her arms as left the bedroom for the hallway, glancing around. This was getting old. She thought Tavi was adorable (for a ghost with a sucking chest wound) but his tendency to hide things really wasn't what she needed right now. Especially when said 'things' were the note cards she had been using fo her research papaer. "Tavi!! C'mon, enough playing around. I have a research paper that's not getting done thanks to this, one that's going to get my ass kicked if I don't have more than an outline for by Tuesday..." Sighing, she leaned against the doorframe, trying not to think about how weird her everyday life had become. Knock knockity knock... there was a long, slow series of knocks on the front door. Connor watched from stalking, curious as to the whole being back home thing. "Saved by the knock, but don't think you're getting off that easy." Dawn called out, stepping into the living room at hearing the series of knocks at the door. The smoky grey feline form of Sekhmet was curled up at the windowsill, watching Gwen curiously. With a frustrated expression, Dawn yanked open the door though she paused in surprise at seeing it was Gwen. "Gwen! Hey..." To the untrained eye, Gwen would almost look like a strung-out prostitute. She wore black leather shorts with black fishnets and her clunky boots, and a Jack Skellington baby tee. Hey eyes had huge bags under them, showing she hadn't slept well in DAYS... and she was also looking as though she had been crying for days, as dried mascara ran down her cheeks. Her sword, as usual, was strapped to her back, overtop a long black duster. "Hey... c-can I please come in?" ( Breakdown ) ( even the odds... ) ( troubled ) reply

Scars [02 Dec 2004|05:04pm] I made it home from the hospital earlier this afternoon, and stopped by the apartment long enough to make sure the kitten was settling in. Joseph out-did himself with the cat bed, I think. She was sprawled across it, making herself very comfortable with my boot laces. They're shredded beyond recognition, but the cute factor excused her of all culpability. That is, after I pulled about six inches of string from her esophagus. Afterwards, I went by the gas station to pick up what I would need for my next stop. The attendant raised his eyebrows at my purchase and mumbled something about newcomers setting fire to churches. I considered reassuring him that my car was out of gas just up the road, but decided against it. The look on his face was too priceless. I walked to the nest just as the sun was dipping below the horizon. As I got there, I felt a moment of trepidation about going back into the basement, but there was no way I was burning the place with our weapons still inside. I half-expected to see a stray vampire sniffing around, but all I found were a couple of skeletons and a lot of mayhem. I slipped my own knives into their sheaths and grabbed Kris' before getting to work. A trickle of gasoline poured from the container as I backed my way towards the door. I trailed the last drops down the porch steps and tossed the empty bottle in the sand. I placed a cigarette between my lips and flipped open a lighter, crossing my arms after I took a drag. While I was inside, the sky had taken on an indigo hue. I rubbed my arms. December in Nevada. Maybe I'd gotten used to the summer heat after all, because 50 degrees was suddenly feeling a little cool, even to a girl who grew up knee-deep in snow. Halfway through the cigarette, I tossed it onto the steps and watched the fire lick its way into the hallway and branch into the first few rooms. Probably against my better judgement, I decided to head back into Searchlight for something to eat and then go on patrol. My body was still sore, but it always seemed like the only thing that made my muscles stop aching was using them. I stood in line at the Nugget for a few minutes, nodding at the waitress as she passed me a brown paper bag and a styrofoam cup. As I turned towards the door, someone passed by the front window. I glanced up briefly, not in any conscious action. But something about the profile made me look up again. My eyebrows drew together and I moved towards the front door in a hurry, side-stepping a few customers and barreling through the ones that didn't move. Out on the sidewalk, I stood with my dinner in my hands, staring after the retreating figure. The walk was unmistakeable... a limp in the right leg. After a few seconds, I found my voice. "Dad?" He didn't turn around, didn't flinch. Nothing. I started walking, my eyes trained on the man in the navy blue coat. My shoulder caught the arm of a pedestrian, and my cup flew from my hand. I kept moving. "Mitchell Lee," I called. Loudly, and there was no way he couldn't hear me. He glanced back before quickening his pace and disappearing around a corner. I wanted to chase him and ask what he was doing in Searchlight. To demand to know why, after not returning my calls for months, he had come here to spy on me. But I couldn't. I could only stand there and wonder why he hadn't answered me, and why the hell it hurt so bad. reply

Playing Possum [02 Dec 2004|06:00pm] [ mood | productive ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Bethany had been watching them for days now. She had watched as his face had lit up as his young cousins had clung to him, she had watched as his Aunt had told him off and she had watched as he had left to drive for Searchlight. Pet carrier in one hand. How sweet. She let a cruel smile twist her features as her eyes now watched as the Aunt and her children went from shop to shop, buying food and getting gifts for the people back home. She turned and sunk back into the dark shadows of the alley as the Aunt turned her head and looked in her direction. As she did, her brown eyes came to rest on Ralphael." Are you ready?" She asked. " Are you sure about this?" Ralphael asked, he didn't want to do what she wanted him to do. Bethany rolled her eyes." Of course I am." She stepped away from the wall and raised her hand to rip the sleeve from her top. She tossed it aside and raised those long, manicured nails of hers to slice the skin on her neck and face open. The pain didn't seem to phase and even as blood trickled over her skin, she didn't even flinch. She then leaned down and snapped the heel from her boot and she pouted slightly." I liked those shoes." She shrugged her shoulders and tossed the heel to one side. Bethany looked back to Ralphael and nodded her head." Hit me." Ralphael curled his hands into fists but as he went to hit Bethany, he faltered and stopped. This angered Bethany and she lifted her hand to slap his cheek." Hit me, goddamn you!" She snarled, her eyes were alight with her anger and her body was tense, a sure sign she was mad. Ralphael recovered from the slap and did as ordered, he hit her. His fist hit her nose and blood streamed down over her face. She hissed in a breath as she was forced back by the blow before a smile slid across her lips." Very good, hit me again." He forced his fist into her side and as she doubled over, he brought both arms down over the back of her head. Bethany collapsed onto the ground, her palms were flattened against it and her breathing was slightly harsh." Now for the hard part." She muttered in a whisper. She lifted herself up from the ground and rolled her shoulders." Force yourself on me." " Fine." He muttered. His lips were pressed tightly together and his expression was stoic, he wasn't enjoying this but whatever Bethany told him to do. He would do. He lunged at her and soon found himself grappling with the young woman. His hands were everywhere, trying to touch every part of her all at once. He muttered crude words and put on a good show of assaulting her. As Ralphael went for her, Bethany pretended she didn't have her Slayer strength and she pretended that she didn't know him. Her breathing went up a notch and she made weak noises. Her head turned to watch as the Aunt and cousins were now out of the store." A bit further out." She hissed to Ralphael. He obliged and pushed the both of them out of the shadows and into the light. As he did, Bethany screamed." Get off me! Someone please help me! Oh God no!" She also added tears to her repertoire, if she had ever failed at being a businesswoman. She could have gone into acting. Maria paused at the sudden scream. Her children looked to her as she glanced to the alley not too far from them. Her eyes widened at the sign of a young woman being assaulted. She handed her car keys to Santo and said in a strict, ask no questions tone of voice." Get into the car and stay there." Santo simply nodded his head and took a hold of both Sienna and Andria's hands before leading them to where the car was parked. Maria quickly rummaged in her purse for the pepper spray her husband made her carry. And once she had a hold of it, she started to march over to where the assault was taking place. Bethany turned her head and as she saw the Aunt coming towards her, she had to keep the pleased smile from her face." Help me! Please help me!" She pleaded desperately with the Aunt, her face was a mess. Mascara streaked her cheeks, her nose was bruised and red from the amount of tears she was shedding. Her lip had somehow been cut open during the struggle and the cuts stood out against her skin. Maria raised the pepper spray and pressed her finger down which caused a stream of the spray to be ejected from the canister. It hit Ralphael's face and he instantly let go of Bethany, pain flooded his senses and his hands clawed at his eyes. He staggered back and let loose a pain filled scream. Bethany didn't bother to catch herself as Ralphael let her go, she let herself fall and she hit the ground. She made sure to keep her form curled in and she let her long blonde hair shroud her face. She continued to cry and continued to shake. She had to make this look good after all. The Aunt then kicked Ralphael in the groin. Ralphael went down without much protest, his eyes were still stinging and now with the pain to his groin he was more than happy to roll over and play dead. Maria left the man rolling on the ground in pain as she quickly went to the woman's side. As she turned Bethany, Bethany suddenly sprung up from the ground and wrapped her arms around Maria." Oh thank you, thank you so much." She muttered inbetween bursts of crying. As Maria's arms encircled her, Bethany glanced to Ralphael who had limped away from the scene. As he caught her eyes, she smiled slowly and blew him a kiss. She soon returned her attention to Maria as she spoke soft, reassuring words. Words that would soothe any person in Bethany's "situation" but Bethany wasn't just anyone, she was cruel and calculating. " Come on, let's get you to some place safe." Maria said as she helped Bethany to her feet. Bethany kept crying and shaking. She kept muttering her thanks over and over again before muttering about how she couldn't believe that this had happened. Maria rubbed her arms and told her that it would be okay." My nephew has a place nearby, you can stay there until we can call the police and get someone to pick you up." Bethany nodded her head without a word. If she said anything now, she wouldn't be able to hide her smug satisfaction. Step one was complete. reply

Fill These Empty Hands [02 Dec 2004|07:34pm] No-one had moved from that motel room in hours. All that could be heard from within those four walls was talking. There was the occasional shout and the occasional bump which usually signified someone had gotten hit. Devon was pushed well beyond his patience. Eventually after a lot more discussion, the group decided that they should talk at another time. Amy rose from where she was sat and muttered." Let's go, Paul." Paul was the larger man who had a black eye and a cut lip courtesy of Devon. Devon had a cut to his eyebrow and a bruise was forming on his right cheek. Paul and Devon did not get on, Paul hated that Devon was a part of "his" pack and so they fought and Amy had done nothing to stop them. Devon got to his feet and watched as they walked towards the door. His arms slid across his chest which in turn stretched the material of his black t-shirt over his biceps. Amy paused and looked back to Devon." We'll be seeing you." She glanced to Paul and gestured towards the door. Paul quickly hurried forward and opened it so Amy could walk out. Milly trudged down the dimly lit hall carrying a bag of groceries in the crook of a pale, goose-pimpled arm while its hand nosed through her purse for her hotel keys. Her breath came out in white wisps and she sniffed her running nose against the evening cold. All she wanted was a hot shower and a warm bed but as she approached the hotel room, she was met by the cold stares of two strangers exiting. Milly's brown eyes followed them as they pushed past her and her eyes narrowed suspiciously. Her feet began to pick up. Milly bursted into the room calling, "Devon?" ( So Damn Noble ) reply

Home Sweet Home [02 Dec 2004|07:51pm] [ mood | moody ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------- Matthew had taken a break from the hospital to go home, shower and eat. But home appeared to be the last place on the Earth he wanted to be. The woman who he knew as his mother had taken over most of his house. She wandered from room to room, touching things and asking questions. Questions he had no answers for or was too tired to answer. How did he begin to explain that she died a very long time ago? He sighed as he watched his mother potter from room to room. She was a shadow of her former self but he should expect that. She had no memory and wasn't likely to get it back anytime soon. Matthew sunk down into the couch and took a moment to breathe. He was suddenly grateful that Azure was out most of the time, how would he even begin to explain? He shook his head and laced his fingers together as he looked to the ground. So many memories haunted him, memories he couldn't share with this woman because she didn't know him and she didn't know what her name was. He looked at his mother, really looked at her. She hadn't changed, she was still beautiful and still seemed wise beyond her years. How he wanted to grab her and shake her by the shoulders just to make her understand. To make her remember him. But Matthew knew that would do no good and he knew it wasn't natural but he didn't know what could have caused this. His eyes drifted to a scar on his right arm. He still remembered the moment when he had gotten that scar. His father had been angry, Matthew had broken something his father held dear and he thought his son should be taught a lesson. A lesson in how a young boy should act. The searing pain of the burn crept up Matthew's arm almost as if it had happened a few moments before-hand. Matthew hissed in a breath and took to rubbing a hand along the scar. But his hand was moved by two slender ones. He looked up and a rather surprised expression overcame his face as his mother stood over him. Her eyes locked onto the scar and her hands began to move along it. The gesture was comforting and Matthew was taken back to another time in his life. A time when he had fallen and scraped his knee and his mother had kissed it all better. He sighed as the memory crept up on him, he hated that he had these memories and she didn't. He wanted so much to talk to her. He wanted to take her in his arms and feel that comfort that only a mother could give. He wanted so many things and yet he couldn't have them. It was frustrating but he knew that he was a stronger man for not having these things. He knew that if you had everything you ever wanted in this life, you would appreciate nothing. He folded his hand over one of his mother's." I'm alright but thank you." His mother nodded her head." I just..." She trailed off, frowning briefly. Why did she want to ease his pain? Matthew caught her conflict and patted her hand." It's okay." She glanced up to him before she sat beside him." Do you know my name?" She asked, her eyes were full of her desperation to know who she was and why she was here. " Yes I do. It's Rebecca." Matthew answered calmly. He kept his feelings from surfacing on his face. Something he had learnt throughout his years, something that had aided him with his father. His mother nodded her head again and glanced away from him." It's a pretty name." She muttered softly before raising herself to her feet. She went back to moving from room to room. Her eyes forever searching his space for anything she remembered. Matthew watched his mother and bowed his head. His light blue eyes clouded with his dismay before his hands simply covered his face and he sat hunched over. He sought his mind for any answers to help him understand. To make all of this make sense. But nothing made sense. He exhaled another breath and simply raised his head. It was going to be a very long night. reply

Phases [02 Dec 2004|08:02pm] Two more days. That was the buzz amongst the dozens of men and women of Crew 6. In two more days, the groups working from the Searchlight end would be in sight, and the tunnel would be cleared of debris from the quake. The ceiling was nearly twenty feet high, and the walls thirty feet apart. Hayden listened to the idle conversation that took place on breaks, hoping to pick up bits of information from the crew supervisors. The talk was mostly of pay. What was the source of Monty's money? How did he afford to pay eight crews to work round the clock, seven days a week, at such high wages? And all for hauling rock and keeping their mouths closed. It wasn't until the 'two day' mark had been reached that Hayden overheard something of value. He'd returned to the work site after his crew's shift, knowing the crew supervisors remained until the next group arrived. From around a bend in the tunnel, Hayden listened as they discussed the end of 'phase one'. It seemed that a number of human workers would be retained when the next phase shifted into place. A phase that would entail the construction of a demon stronghold within the tunnnel, just outside the Searchlight town limits, where tunnel met mine shafts. A place of power. Hayden had slipped away before hearing more. He could not jeopardize his place in the crew. No, he needed to be chosen to remain behind. reply

Old Friends [02 Dec 2004|08:10pm] [ mood | accomplished ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Night had fallen over Searchlight. The doors and windows to all the homes had been shut tightly. The locals were well trained and they never took chances. The air was still and quiet. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of boots crunching over sand. There were two people approaching the sleepy town of Searchlight, one female and one male. The woman had long flaming red hair and dark blue eyes. She stood tall and walked with a grace and dignity only age could gift her with and yet she looked no older than twenty five. Her companion was bulkier, his colouring was light but his manner was dark. He walked with an aggressive stance. He kept close to the other, everything in his mannerisms showed that he was protective of the woman at her side. As they entered the town. The woman lifted her head and her nostrils flared." He isn't far." She spoke quietly and yet there was a deep commanding tone to her voice. The man nodded his head and simply walked further into town. His eyes changed from blue to a deep gold colour. They looked over every building but as they turned on the nearby motel, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end." He's there." He spoke to the other. His head bowed slightly to one side. Indicating that he was the sub-ordinate in this relationship, he was the follower and she was the leader. The woman inclined her head towards the motel. Her nose twitched once more and a pleased smile slid across her lips." You're right." A gold chain glistened around her neck. Her pendant was only one half, the other half was shared by her male companion. They were bonded together, for now and all eternity. He had taken a blood oath to protect her until the day she died and she had accepted. He didn't need anything in return from her. To serve and protect her was a privilege, a privilege not shared by many. " Let us go." She said with a nod of her head. She turned on her heel and walked towards the motel. Her gloved hand lifted to rest against the doors. She flattened her palm and smelt the air with her nose once more. She was hunting. Hunting for him. The one they had been sent to find, the one she had to deal with. She shook her head at the first door and moved onto the next. She repeated this procedure over and over again until she paused at one door and her eyes lit up." He's here and he knows we're here." Her protector sneered. He had never been very fond of the one they hunted, he had always thought he was a bad addition but no-one had listened to him. He walked to the door and lifted a foot to kick it open and as he did. He found himself grabbed and slammed into the nearby wall. A familiar strength pinned him against the wall and yellow eyes glinted in the darkness of the motel room. The woman shook her head." Can't you two ever play nice?" She then smirked and stepped into the room. Her red lips curled into another smile." Hello Devon. It's been a long time, hasn't it?" Devon looked to the woman he knew as "Elder" but everyone else called Amy." What are you doing here and why did you bring him?" He asked with a growl, he was not pleased and he didn't care about giving the right amount of respect. Not right now. Her expression darkened as she responded curtly." We have much to discuss." With that, she shut the door. reply

Loose Change [02 Dec 2004|09:20pm] In the parking lot of the K Motel, a very frustrated woman paced back and forth. In her outstretched hand, she held a cell phone whose antenna refused to cooperate with her needs. Muttering a string of colorful words, she unlocked her motel room door and flung the cell phone inside. She reappeared within seconds, swinging the strap of her bag over one shoulder, and strode across the street to the local bar. Star dug through her bag, pulling out various cosmetic items and stacking them on top of a payphone. Eventually, a change purse was extracted from the depths. Star upended the purse. Two nickels and a dime fell into her palm. "Alright," she said, drawing a deep breath. "Collect it is." Star punched the numbers with a red-nailed finger and shifted from foot to foot. A cool, night breeze wrapped its way around her legs, lifting the hem of her ankle-length skirt. She spoke up when the operator questioned her. "San Francisco. Charisse Hammond. Tell her it's Star." The door of the Lighthouse Bar swung open, and the loud sound of its jukebox forced Star to plug her open ear. She stepped closer to the phone, as though it could afford her protection from the noise. "Charisse, it's me. Can you hear me?" Star looked around before continuing. "Yeah, of course I'm still in Searchlight ... That's exactly why I'm calling. Are you sure you knew what you were doing, sending me here? Because I don't know what I'm doing. There's something majorly weird going on ... Yes, I did the spell, that's what I'm trying to tell you. I botched it, or something else botched it. It was botched, okay? ... I don't know what went wrong. One minute the rocks were glowing blue, and the next I was in the Wizard of Oz. The not-so-fun tornado sequence ... I know I did it right ... " A man passed Star on his way into the Lighthouse, copping a feel as he went. She turned away from the booth and glared at his ass, muttering a few words that would leave him with the worst hemorrhoids of his life. Star turned back to the booth. "... Of course I'm being responsible with my magic ... If you think Francine can do a better job, send her instead. Assign me to some place with a decent cappaccino, for crying out loud ... Another full moon? ... Alright ... Alright. Yeah, I know, I love you, too ... Bye." Star hung up the receiver and leaned against the wall with a sigh. Reaching up, she rubbed her temples. "I'm not cut out for this." reply

[02 Dec 2004|09:33pm] Adam was looking out the window of his makeshift bedroom when he heard a familiar knocking. Without turning around, he knew it was Destiny. He might not be able to remember anything about himself, but even without his memory he could feel Destiny's presence if she was surrounded by millions of people. It was one of those unexplainable things he mulled over from the time she left to run errands to the time she returned home to catch a nap before her graveyard shift at Unseen Insight. At least that's what he could infer from the hushed conversations he heard between William and Destiny. Usually those conversations ended with muttered cursewords that he could decipher as she went past his room into hers. But now, for the first time in days, Destiny was outside his door. Do I reek? He attempted a surrepitous sniff at his armpits until the opening of the door interrupted his attempt at odor detection. ( Enter Destiny ) ( Stage Debut ) Destiny turned off the sound of the tape, tears streaming down her cheeks. Adam looked over at her and put his arm around her. "If you want, we can continue this later. I'll still be here." At that, Destiny cried harder. "I don't know that," she sputtered through sobs. "One day we're dancing and the next you're dead." Adam jumped out of his seat. "Dead?! Dead!! I'm as alive as I can be! Granted, no memory. But how can you say I'm dead?" Destiny's eyes widened at his outburst. "I have to go." she muttered and without a further word, she ran out the door, grabbing her keys and forgetting her jacket. Adam watched her go, a lump in his throat and his head swimming with this new information, As the television screen turned into snow, he couldn't help but compare the fogginess of his thoughts to the onscreen fuzziness. reply

Changed [02 Dec 2004|10:06pm] [ mood | confused ] The shop was quiet. Changed. Different. And empty. Of course, everything seemed that way since she'd come back to Searchlight, but Emmy really felt it there. Things had happened while she was away. Perhaps it was all better not to know. Still feeling too guilty to go home, Emmy had Duncan drop her at the store. She had a feeling it would be empty, and it had been right. Trying to get back into the swing of things and ignoring the dull throb in her temples and dryness in her mouth, she opened for business late in the afternoon and tried to pretend that everything was as it should be. The woman wandered through the town that was unfamiliar, and looked utterly shocked. She had no memories of where she was, or even of who she was. This was all too disconcerting for words. She looked around for somewhere that looked friendly. There were places to eat, but she wasn't hungry. And then there was what looked like a bookshop. For some reason, she felt like this was a place to go. She knew she liked books, or felt like she did, and so she headed there. She pushed the door open. "Hello?" she called out. She had a soft, lilting British accent, and was wearing a slowing white dress and matching shoes. Her hair was blonde, her eyes green, and her make-up was perfect. ( Can I Help You? ) ( Perfect Timing ) ( There's More? ) ( Been Gone a Long Time ) ( Sulk King ) It was William's turn to chuckle. "Don't worry about it. He might be difficult, but Aidan cares about you. He'll forgive you. Now..." William headed back towards the office, knowing if he didn't get on with this, he wouldn't be able to do it. Wendy looked up as the man entered the room. "Hello again." William looked at her, and was amazed how real she was, how just like the real Wendy she was. Maybe part of her was. "Hello miss. My name is William Carruthers, and it's a pleasure to meet you. You remind me of an old friend of mine, Wendy, and I'd like you to come with me. We can see what we can do about your memories." Wendy looked at him skeptically for a moment, and then raised her shoulders. "What do I have to lose. But don't think of getting fresh." William laughed. "Don't worry. I'm seeing someone." reply

Trust and Issues [02 Dec 2004|10:10pm] [ mood | stressed ] Dominick had been paging through books in the hospital lobby when Matthew had decided they both needed a break. Dominick agreed and headed home to shower and change clothes. That's when he had heard William's message, and all those feelings about Emily flooded back again. He sank to the floor, resting his head between his knees until the house stopped spinning. Then he called William back and left a voice message explainging he too had seen a loved one, and that they should get together soon and talk. Dominick had no sooner hung up the phone then it rang again. It was the hospital. Kris was gone. He searched through the house, only belatedly realized that Eddie was not around. And Kris car was not in the garage. He sat in his chair for a moment to gather his thoughts. Should he go after her? Was she safe? Perhaps she just needed some time to sort things out. He'd give her a day, two tops, but then he'd have to go after her. For now, he'd trust her. He knew his slayer well enough to know she wouldn't do anything stupid. She could handle herself. Dominick picked up the phone a third time and dialed Hayden's number. ( Voice Mail For Hayden ) Dominick hung up the phone and gazed out of his window for quite sometime. Once his mind was made up, he grabbed his leather jacket and hopped back into his car. He'd find Emily if he had to search every back alley in Vegas. 1 comment | reply

Remembering the Client's Daughter [02 Dec 2004|11:09pm] The first time Darian saw her, all he could think about was running his hands through her thick, brown hair. He wanted to watch it curl around his fingers, to bury his nose in it and breathe nothing but her. Nora Rose. The daughter of the greediest man in St. Louis, who was also the newest client on Darian's books. Nora was everything that he was not. She was fragile yet unfrivolous, trusting and naive. There was a softness to every part of her, from her skin to the way she spoke. Her voice moved through him like velvet. And she smelled like lilacs. Her eyes grew round within her face the first time she caught him. He told her making deals was his work, that it was something he had to do. She had demanded a reason why, but what could he tell her? That he was a demon whose immortality hinged on his ability to trade favors? There was nothing left to do but lie, and that is what he did. Darian lied until his tongue was tied, because he had to have her. And in those long weeks when he could not escape her to do what he must, he would grind his teeth against the pain that raged within his body. Darian never forgot the way she looked when he was discovered. He had moved to seal his most recent transaction, one that would make her father unforgivably wealthy. Mr. Rose did not care what Darian was, so long as he could profit from the acquaintance. He stood before the Dealmaker with his arm extended, tall stacks of money on either side of him. In Darian's grasp was the knife that would take his greedy right hand. It lowered the moment she walked through the door. reply

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