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Home with the dead [03 Dec 2004|12:36am] William sat on the couch and rested his head in his hands. He couldn't think of a more confusing day. he had arrived home with Wendy, and set her up in his bedroom, after moving all his occult texts and the like into the basement. he grabbed spare blankets and the like, and had tossed them into his chair, knowing that after another Destiny arrived home and they had another of their recently strained conversations, he would have to asleep. On the couch. Destiny opened the front door and came into the room, eyes still rimmed with red. She heard someone in the den and a quick glance confirmed it. Will. Someone she did not wanna deal with right now. He didn't get it and would probably scold her for crying and grill her for her conversations with Adam. If this was what Watchers were really like, she didn't want one. She walked quickly, trying to sneak past without being noticed. ( What the dead have wrought ) William felt his heart go out to her, but he had to stay firm. "Destiny, Adam has been dead for years now, and you've kept going. You have a whole other life now. I can understand how important he is to you, but you need to see this as what it is. You can relish the time you have, but if he's gone tomorrow, you have to realize it has nothing to do with you, and what you've done. That life goes on." Destiny stood firm. "He's going to stay with me, come Hell or high water. I'd willingly help whatever entity did this. And what kind of life was that? A girl with a record? Eight lost years? You're one of my only bright spots and sometimes even that's shaky. I'm going to bed and I'm waking up tomorrow and telling Adam everything. You can't stop me." She turned on her heel and went up the stairs, slamming the door as hard as she could without breaking it. William let her go, and shook his head. He knew nothing he could say would change her mind. And he felt like he couldn't do anything right now. And he knew he needed help. He reached out for his cell phone. ( Voicemail to the Searchlight Watchers' Council (Emmeline, Dominick, Matthew, & Mich) ) 2 comments | reply

Out [03 Dec 2004|03:02am] [ mood | contemplative ] I'm out of that hospital, thank God. I wasn't supposed to leave so soon but I had to, I was too antsy to stay in one place. Where am I now? I don't know where I am exactly. I just got in my car and drove. I didn't stop, I didn't think. I just kept driving. I must have left Searchlight behind at least four or five hours ago but I'm not actually worried. It's good for me to get out once every so often. I had a lot of time to think whilst I was in hospital. Those bad magazines will do that to a girl and I just felt like I needed to get out. I can't really explain it. It was like everything was closing in on me. Suffocating me almost. My dreams keep coming, sometimes they make sense and sometimes they don't. All I know is moving helps with them. Helps me not think about them and what they could or couldn't mean. I think I'm going to stay out here tonight. I have a blanket in the back seat of my car so no fear of me getting cold. It just seems like the ideal place to watch the sun set and watch as the sun rises again. I haven't got work to worry about so there's no fear of staying up too late. Not like I sleep anyways. I have no idea how I still function, I have such a fucked up sleeping schedule. I'm hoping that it will sort itself out, kind of like a natural progression but I don't know. Maybe I'm meant to dream? Maybe I'm meant to see more than most everyone else does? I wish I knew. I should call home, let Dominick or Hayden know I'm okay but I think I need some time to myself and I'm not much for worrying people. Especially as I already put the two of them through so much worry in the first place, it isn't very fair and I'm a fully capable Slayer so what's one night away from home? Anyways, I'm going to shut up this laptop and kick back with Eddy. Yeah, I stopped by the house, I was worried about him. But yeah, like I said. Going to shut the laptop down and kick back with my dog of all things. reply

Dear Father... (Partly Translated From Native Russian) [03 Dec 2004|03:57am] Papa, Thank you for writing! It is good to know my last letter arrived. Things are more normalno now. I have not spoken of some things I have seen here and you would be puzzled by them, I think, but these are oddities and seem like they answer those dreams of mine. I still do not know why I am having them, but, yes... Things are normalno now. I have not seen Claire. I think perhaps she took money and ran to Las Vegas. Perhaps married the one she told me of. But her bar is very nice and I like it better than many places in this town. There is no sobornost here and I miss it, except with some friends. One is Milly, who I think you would like in many ways. We have things in common and I am glad to meet her. There is a girl called Gwen. She has much dusha! I like her greatly! She knows how to drink well and we like same sorts of music together. I think you will have to tell me when her name-day is. They do not broadcast them on television or radio in America! A person needs lots of nakhodchivost to live here. These Americans are not like we had thought about and the ones I have met are nice, but they came from other places and do not like it much too. They say the town is not normalno for what they would be used to. Shopping is very strange. There are no queues for tickets and you can look at products and not make the shop keeper have to get it down from behind them. I like this better! But I think they must have a bigger problem with people who steal things because of that. I feel... Toska. But it is better now. I am still glad I travelled here and it does feel right. Who knows for the why? I miss you, father. I hope you like the gift I am sending: It is a book I think you might like. Da svidanya. With Love, Sonya PS: Tell Masha they do have a McDonalds! It is small and the people in it pretend to smile, just like back home! reply

Part 1 [03 Dec 2004|04:45am] [ music | Mad World by Gary Jules ] ( no more pretend ) reply

The strangest scene I've had in a while. [03 Dec 2004|01:28pm] [ mood | amused ] ( dead mothers walking ) ( Switching perspectives here; a walk that turns into...something else. Nothing that graphic but I'll slap an NC-17 on here just in case. ) ( And guess who walks in at exactly the wrong moment? ) reply

It's as bad as you think and they're out to get you. [03 Dec 2004|02:59pm] [ mood | shocked ] [ music | Evanescence-My Immortal ] ( Firewalled against everyone. Yes, you. You in the chair. Go away and look up porn or whatever. I don't care. ) reply

[03 Dec 2004|03:29pm] ( Voicemail for William ) reply

Adrian [03 Dec 2004|07:41pm] [ mood | confused ] ---Not a Journal Entry--- There wasn't this much dust before, at least as far as she could remember, though she couldn't really remember much at all. Too much dust. Her clothes were black, jeans and a t-shirt and a long ragged coat, all stained with the rust colored dust of the desert. She had brushed it off absently for the first hour or so, but it just kept coming and she had to give up to spare what little sanity she felt she possessed. Everything was different, everything newer and shinier than it should be. There was some strange inkling of the passage of time but she couldn't tell how long, or how far. This place, wherever it was, was not home. But then, how could she really know that? Especially since she could not recall where or what home was. It was funny. She should be afraid. At least nervous. But she wasn't, not at all. She walked the streets and watched people as they passed. Although she didn't remember herself, she remembered other things. She'd read the license plate on a passing car and knew she was in Nevada. She remembered where it was, of course – if need be, she could pick it out on a map. And she knew it wasn't home. But she had no thought as to how she had gotten there. Shoved deep in her coat pockets, her fingers brushed against a few scattered coins, making them jingle. Stopping in at a diner, she had just barely enough for a cup of coffee, and sat nursing it at the counter for hours, enjoying the free refills while marveling at the cost. For some reason, it seemed a bit expensive to her. She sat, and she watched, and she waited. Night would fall soon, and she would leave then. She wasn't sure why it seemed to be so important to be out after dark, but some part of her knew it was. That was where she belonged. Out alone, in the dark. reply

On The Line [03 Dec 2004|08:29pm] [ mood | angry ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Joseph stepped out of his car as he drew it to a stop just outside of his apartment. He opened up his door and stepped out onto the tarmac. As he straightened his back, he dropped the still lit cigarette and it bounced a few times before settling against the ground. Joseph exhaled a long stream of smoke to one side before lifting his dark boot to crunch out any life still left in the cigarette. His leather bracelets slipped down his arm as he lifted his hand to rub through his short dark hair. He readjusted his shirt and shut the door after him before locking it. He didn't want his car to go missing now did he? He glanced up at his apartment building and smiled at the thought of coming home to family. He pushed the door open and jogged up the flight of stairs. He didn't bother with keys as he knew his Aunt would have left the door unlocked for him. As he opened the door, his ears picked up on the sound of giggling and squealing. He shook his head, brushing it off as his cousins playing around and didn't glance towards the living room. " Joseph! Oh thank goodness you're home." Maria exclaimed. She stalked towards him and shook her head." This is some town you're living in Joseph. Did you know I had to save a woman from being .." Her voice dropped a notch and she leaned in close." Raped today?" Joseph arched his eyebrow." Uh no, I didn't but now I do. Is she okay?" He asked. Maria nodded her head." Oh yes, she's fine. Recovering quite well. We are still waiting on the Police." He caught the "we" in that sentence and he had to ask." What do you mean by we?" His eyebrow arched and he looked at his Aunt with a questioning look. Joseph believed in helping strangers but inviting them back into his home was an entirely different matter. " Yes Joseph. I said, we." Maria stated as her arms slid across her chest." I wasn't just going to leave that poor woman on her own after an attack like that! What do you take me for?!" Joseph held his hands up in a mock surrender type gesture and he conceded." I see your point. Now where is this woman?" Maria gestured with her head towards the living room." She's in there, playing with the kids." He rested his jacket over the nearby table before wandering back towards the living room. He could see Santo was having some sort of tickling fight with this stranger and his other two cousins were hitting her with pillows. His eyes narrowed in on the blonde hair and the slim figure. He had a sudden attack of paranoia and his eyes then moved towards his bedroom where his guns were locked away. He inhaled a breath, he was probably over-reacting and being stupid. But as the woman turned her head, his eyes widened and he was very sure his heart had just skipped a beat. Bethany Richards was in his home, playing with his cousins and looking sweet as pie. Anger soon replaced the initial shock and his expression became dark and guarded. She was the only person other than a few of his other enemies who could elicit such a response from Joseph. Bethany's eyes locked with Joseph's and a smirk hinted at the corner of her lips. Her lips moved to say." Hello Joseph." And yet she said nothing. The smirk was instantly gone as Joseph's Aunt returned to the room. " So this must be your Nephew?" Bethany asked in a soft voice. Her mannerisms were that of a shy, retiring type of woman and it would seem she had Joseph's Aunt fooled but Joseph knew her for the woman she was and not the front she was putting on now. " This is him." Maria commented in a proud tone of voice. Joseph suppressed the urge to wrap his hands around Bethany's neck. He couldn't deal with her here, his Aunt and cousins were here and for some reason. They all seemed to like Bethany. He wanted her out of his home and away from his family." We should get you home." He could see his Aunt getting ready to argue with him but he quickly covered the distance seperating him from Bethany. His right hand clamped down around her arm and without restraint, he marched her towards the door. His other hand picked up her things. Bethany rolled her eyes when Maria couldn't see her." Thank you again, Maria. It was so nice to meet you." She called back over her shoulder. Making it look like Joseph was the one with the problem. She would make sure that she caused problems, she would make sure he would come home to questions. " You too, Angelina." Maria commented with a weary sigh. She couldn't believe that Joseph was acting this way, especially towards a poor woman who had suffered an attack only a few hours ago. What was the boy thinking? Joseph slammed the door shut behind him and pushed Bethany away from him." How dare you!" He hissed angrily, his teeth gritted together and his dark eyes were bright with his fury. Bethany laughed softly." What's wrong, Joseph? Can't handle it when I threaten the things you hold dear?" She leered towards him and smirked slowly. At this point, Joseph punched her. Bethany had not been ready for that and was hit off her feet. Her back met the ground and she winced at the pain in her jaw. Her hand lifted to hold her jaw before she flexed it from side to side." That wasn't very nice." She lifted herself back up to her feet and simply rolled her shoulders." If I wanted to, I could kill you right now but you know what? I prefer you alive, you're more fun that way." She laughed softly as she turned to walk towards the stairs. Her head turned and her lips parted into a slow, menacing grin." This is lesson number one. Two can play this little game of yours." Joseph's jaw clenched and before he had time to react or comment back, Bethany was walking down the stairs. He walked to the banister and watched as she exited the door leading to his apartment building and he exhaled a very long breath. It was time for his family to go home, he couldn't risk them. He just couldn't. Joseph turned on his heel and re-entered his apartment. reply

Coming Back [03 Dec 2004|10:43pm] [ mood | tired ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Jordan let out a weary sigh as she opened the door to her motel room. She tossed her briefcase onto the bed and stepped forward into the room. She lifted a hand to free her hair from its tight restrictive plait. As her long dark hair fell down over her shoulders, she felt a tremendous weight lift from her. She hadn't slept in days. That was what a dead chauffeur in a back alley in Las Vegas along with three dead hookers would do for a woman. Especially if you happened to be the only FBI agent not to mention pathologist in the near vicinity. She lifted her foot and used the sole of her boot to shut the door. As it shut, she leaned back against it and sunk down to the ground." Good to be home." She muttered to the empty room. Her slender hand undid both zips on her boots and those boots were soon sent sailing across the room. They hit the opposite wall and landed with a satisfying clunk. Her eyes slid shut and for the first time in a very long while, Jordan allowed herself to breathe. It had been one thing after another. First the chauffeur and then one hooker followed by another and then another. The chauffeur had obviously been killed by a vampire and the hookers had died from strangulation. Something that the local police department seemed used to. Jordan was used to it as well. She had seen worse but these days, her job took so much out of her. Maybe it was because she knew that the world wasn't as black and white as it used to be. Killers weren't as simple as they used to be. She now had a variety of choice and she found herself doubting her own findings most of the time. Jordan lifted herself from the ground and shrugged her way out of her jacket. She didn't bother to stop it from hitting the ground. Her socked toes wiggled against the carpeted floor as she reacquainted herself with her motel room. She still couldn't believe that this room and that the town of Searchlight had become her home. Jordan wandered over to her bed and took a brief seat as her fingers curled around her cell phone. She lifted it to her eye level and let out another big sigh as it showed five new voice mails. Without even hearing them, she knew who they were from and frankly she wasn't in the mood for Head office. The phone was tossed over her shoulder and hit the bed covers." Not today." She raised herself to her feet and her hands worked the buttons free on her white shirt. That soon fell to the ground and she was left in her blue lace bra. Her fingers slid over her skin and caught the clasp for her dark slacks. She freed it and allowed the pants to pool at her feet. She stepped out from within them and walked to where her bathroom was situated. A shower would help to clean everything away, help her forget about work. Jordan flicked the light on and started the shower. She raised her hands to loosen her bra clip and pulled the straps from her shoulders. The bra was then discarded to the side and she did the same thing for her small bikini briefs. Jordan stepped into the shower and arched her neck back so she could feel the water hitting her face. Every drop on her face helped to ease the tension from her. As the water cascaded down over her back, she forgot about the horrors she had seen. Her body turned until her back was resting against the shower wall. Her knees bent and her body sunk down to the ground. She pulled her legs in tight and simply wrapped her arms around her knees. Her head rested atop of her arms and she exhaled a slow breath as she allowed the water to ease her troubled mind reply

In The Name Of The Father [03 Dec 2004|11:27pm] [ mood | contemplative ] Tristan opened his door and looked out into the cemetery. The body of the old woman was gone. Sometime, during the sun filled day, someone had made off with it. Her sons? Other family members? A wolf? The FBI? He didn't know, and he really didn't care. He was just glad to not be bothered. Sleep had not come for him. He couldn't shut off the visions in his mind. The last time he had seen his father was when he had just turned fifteen, the week before he had left home to never return. Tristan's father had left when his mother was pregnant with Tristan. His mother had often told Tristan, as he was growing up, that it was his fault his father had left. See, Tristan wasn't supposed to have been born. He had always been a disappointment to his mother. He was 'no good,' and 'worthless,' and a 'bum', just like his father had been. Through his childhood years, he had only seen his father a few times, and never at his house. His mother had never known. The thing that had destroyed Tristan the most was not the fact that his father had left, but that he was exactly like his mother had described him. She had left out one adjective, however. Tristan's father had been just plain mean as well. Who was meaner now, huh? That last confrontation, blood had been spilled. Tristan's blood. Unconsciously Tristan reached up to wipe at his lip, a lip that had been swollen and bloodied then. Tristan might have been a nobody then. He might have been a good for nothing, worthless excuse for a human being. But he was beyond that now. He was immortal. He had sired many, and his true destiny was yet to be fulfilled. Tristan had known this town was different. It had called to him in the beginning. It was alive and swarming with darkness. He believed his father had to be a part of that. Tristan had a feeling their next confrontation would be different. reply

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