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Coming Home To You [09 Dec 2004|12:09am] [ mood | loved ] Kris was finally back in Searchlight. She had spent quite a while away, that sunrise had caught her attention for a long time. Eddy barked in the back seat as Kris navigated the streets on her way home. She smiled as her dog took to looking out of the window and grew more excited the closer she got to home." Idiot dog." She muttered affectionately before pulling the car to a stop in front of the home she shared with Dominick. She opened up her door and Eddy sprung out from within and Kris followed after him. She hissed in a breath as her moving caused her ribs to jar and her body was now protesting to the night spent in the backseat of her car. Hayden was looking very comfortable on the front porch of Dominick's house. Wearing a pair of loose jeans and a t-shirt, he sat on the top step with his elbows resting on his knees. Hayden passed a worn tennis ball from hand to hand. He looked up as Kris' car pulled in and Eddy came hurtling towards the yard. Hayden tossed the ball in the dog's direction and clasped his hands loosely. A relaxed half-smile formed on his face as he waited for Kris to look up. "Need some air?" he asked in reference to her temporary disappearance. Kris shut her door and at the sound of Hayden's voice, she turned her attention from locking up her car." Something like that." She watched as Eddy chased the ball around the yard. She smirked and shook her head." How long have you been here?" She asked as she wandered the distance that seperated them. She leaned down to press a kiss to the top of his head before she sunk down onto the porch beside him. She let out a short breath as she did this. Hayden shifted to wrap one arm around her lower back, pulling her up against his side. His other hand caught her chin and tipped it towards him. "Not too long," he replied, and lowered his mouth to give her a kiss of greeting. His lips moved over hers carefully, unsure of where she might still hurt, and the stubble on his face brushed over her skin. He pulled away to inspect her face for bruising and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "You okay?" Kris gave a smile as Hayden kissed her and that smile stayed on her face even as he pulled away." I'm okay. Sore in a great many places but I'm okay." She assured him. Her hand lifted to catch his and she pressed a kiss to his palm." And you? How is everything going for you?" She kept a hold of his hand and wrapped her fingers around his. ( Regrets And Apologies ) ( Sitting This One Out ) ( Talk About Being Crazy : R-Rating ) ( Possession Is Nine Tenths Of The Law : NC-17 Rating! ) Hayden met her eyes for a few seconds before lifting his palm to lay it over her heart. If he was still, he could feel it pumping beneath her chest. He remained that way a bit longer, returning his eyes to her face. "I love you, Kris." His voice was still a bit breathless, but it conveyed how serious he was about the sentiment. Kris inhaled slowly as her heart seemed to skip a beat as he spoke those words. Hayden had said the words before but this time was different. It felt more meaningful if that was even possible. Her hand moved to grip at the one that rested against her chest." I love you too, Hayden." Her eyes lifted to rest on his face once more. "Come here," he murmured. Hayden lowered himself onto his side and pulled her to his chest with his other arm, keeping their hands trapped between them. He wanted to hold her for a while, to lay in silence and just be comforted knowing she was with him. His mouth dropped to her damp temple. Kris curled one leg around him and her body settled against him. A long breath was released before her head came to rest on his chest. As he kissed her temple, she shut her eyes. Her hand occasionally tightened as she regained control of her breathing and she began to relax. Hayden closed his eyes and simply concentrated on how she felt. Her special warmth, the soft silk of her skin, and her slight but familiar weight. His free hand strayed into her hair and he ran his fingers into it. At moments like this, he couldn't understand how he'd been so blessed, or how long he could hold onto something this incredible, but he knew it didn't matter. All he could do was to love her with everything he had, and make sure she knew it every time she went out to fight. reply

Meeting Arrangements [09 Dec 2004|12:32am] [ mood | busy ] Bethany had sent for Jason, a black limousine would have drawn up and a man would have gone to ask for him. She needed to speak with him. Tristan had shown interest in meeting him and she knew that Jason wished to meet Tristan so it was best to arrange something. He would be brought to her hotel room, the one place she truly relaxed. Bethany wasn't looking her best, her cuts were scabbed over but still vivid against her pale skin and the bruise from the punch was still fairly prominent. But she wouldn't let a few cuts and bruises stop her from attending to business. She was dressed in a simple red dress, casual enough to be worn around the house but smart enough to go out in. Jason sat in the limo, looking out the windows as they passed through Vegas. He tried to remember where he was going, so that he'd be able to find it again. But the driver was taking a circuitous route, and he didn't think it would work. The limo pulled up to a hotel, and the door was opened. A couple large men were waiting in the lobby, and he knew they had to work for Beth. As he got on the elevator, one got on with him and pushed the button. They arrived at the floor they were supposed to, and he was directed to a door. He knocked, and put on his best winning smile. Bethany turned her head at the sound of a knock." That was quick." She muttered before she quickly covered the distance seperating her from the door. Her feet were bare, she saw no reason to wear shoes in her hotel room. As she opened the door, one strap of her dress fell off her shoulder and her long blonde hair fell over the same shoulder." Hello Jason." ( Not Giving Anything Away ) ( Claire Rivers ) ( Not As Invincible ) " Do take care of yourself, Jason." Bethany remarked over her shoulder as she wandered back out of the kitchen. Ralphael appeared, albeit he was a little more bruised and cut and very red around the eyes. He gestured towards the door, silently urging Jason to follow him. Jason smiled at Beth's bruised major domo, and headed for the door. "Good to see you again, Ralph." Ralphael merely smiled that small tight smile of his." We'll take you home." He muttered. His head turned to watch as Bethany vanished into her bedroom. Once at the door, he pulled it open for Jason. "Thank you." Jason watched Beth sway her hips as she left, and then headed out of the apartment. There were many allies to make, and the ones he had were most interesting. reply

Pressing Issues [09 Dec 2004|02:39am] [ mood | working ] Nyx had finished his dinner and the empty tray laid on the bolted down, one piece metal table as it awaited pickup from a surly guard. The one piece orange jumper was loose on the Australian, even though he wasn't a small guy. He was trying to figure out exactly how he'd ended up here, one minute he'd been startting his day, the next grieving his girlfriend and then he was being rushed here. Nothing was particularly clear right now, and he hadn't called anyone to tell them where he was or why. Jordan had gotten this case dropped in her lap. Young woman killed in Searchlight, boyfriend was a viable suspect and it was now up to her to find out if he was in fact guilty. She had poured over the file all night and had used several coffees to keep her awake. The more she read, the more convinced she was that this Nyx had nothing to do with Miss River's death. The Coroner's report was due in another hour or so but even without that, Jordan felt in her gut that this guy was innocent. Of course she would take a look at Miss River's body herself. See if she could see how she died and try and hold that up against Nyx because this was her job after all but she knew she would come up with nothing. Jordan slipped the folder under her arm as she walked the hall that led to where he was being held. Her heels clicked against the cemented floor and before she turned the corner that led to his cell. She adjusted her shirt and trousers. She hadn't slept all night and her clothes were wrinkled from how she had been sat. Her long dark hair was back in a loose ponytail and her eyes looked tired but she was determined to do her job and she would do it well. She turned the corner and nodded her head to the guard. He pulled open the door and Jordan entered the room. The moment she did, she looked over Nyx and she took in the slumped way he was sat and she inhaled slowly before speaking." Nyx Everest. My name is Jordan Briggs. I just need to ask you a few questions." She walked to where a chair had been set aside for her and she wrapped her hand around it before seating herself in it. Nyx looked up at the dark haired woman with the official air that had just been shown into his cell and nodded his head faintly. He straightened up slightly on the bolted to the floor stool that was so different from the chair was sitting in. "Hello Ms. Briggs. I'll answer anything I can for you.." His Australian accent was thick with exhaustion and grief and his normally clear, dark eyes were clouded over and dim. ( Asking The Hard Questions ) Jordan looked over her shoulder and noted the way the guard looked at her. She sighed and turned back to look at Nyx." It would seem in this town. Everyone has something to prove." She got to her feet and stretched again." Well thank you for your co-operation, Mr Everest. I'll see what I can do to speed up the report." Nyx rolled off the bunk, going over to Jordan and offering a hand to her. he was certainly bigger than her, but his posture was completely defeated, not at all threatening. "Thanks.. I appreciate it." She took his hand, gripped it firmly and gave it a shake." You're welcome. I have a feeling us outsiders have to stick together." Jordan then released his hand and she turned back to the guard. She nodded her head and the guard opened the door. Jordan stepped out of the cell but spared a glance back over her shoulder at Nyx. Her eyes were a light shade of grey before she inhaled and turned to go find the Coronor wherever he was. Nyx watched the agent go before shaking his head and flopping back down on the bunk again with a sigh. The guard had given him a dirty look when Jordan hadn't been looking, and the Aussie grumbled to himself before rolling over to try and sleep. reply

Telling Tales [09 Dec 2004|10:15am] Adam walked out of the kitchen, holding a warm cup of hot chocolate. The den light was on and in that familiar armchair sat the man who Destiny had been living with for the past ... he didn't know how long. The calendar said 2008 and he knew in his heart of hearts that was absolutely wrong. Adam cleared his throat. "Sir? Mr. William?" William closed his copy of The Dead Zone, placed it on the coffee table, and looked up at Adam, who had just walked in from the kitchen. "Adam, it's just William. Mr. Carruthers would be too formal to someone who's living in my home. What can I do for you?" Adam took a breath and shifted from foot to foot. "What year is it, William? Why can't Destiny tell me what she does? And WHY DID SHE SAY I DIED?" ( The Story of Destiny & Adam ) ( Testing a Theory ) Adam and Des exchanged looks and quickly looked away from each other, blushing. Adam watched William get ready to leave and spoke up. "Will? Thanks for telling me that story. And I hope one day you can trust me enough that you don't think of shooting me every five seconds." Destiny bit back a smirk. William turned away and his face didn't know what to do. It was a funny comment, but the boy was far more observant than he had given him credit for. Will looked at them and smiled. "I hope so too." He finished putting himself together and went for the door. When he reached it, he turned around as if to say something, but just bit his tongue and smiled. Adam and Des smiled at each other. Des chimed in. "If we don't see you, good niight. Sleep tiiight. Don't let the vamp bugs bite!" As the door closed, Adam turned to her. "Vamp bugs?" Des shrugged. "Lame, huh?" Adam nodded. "Yeah. But points for effort." reply

Work-A-Holic [09 Dec 2004|01:44pm] [ mood | determined ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Jordan had pulled another all nighter. Her eyes had remained glued to both the Police and the Coroner's report. The girl had been carrying sharpened bits of woods and there were definite signs of struggle. Her mind went over everything William had ever told her and things she had seen in the movies. Was it possible that this woman, this Claire Rivers was a Slayer? Could that explain why she was out so late in a town like Searchlight? The Coroner's report said that the cause of death was a broken neck. Jordan knew plenty of people who were capable of such a thing. She had seen men possessed by their rage and she had been the one to put those men away but somehow. That rage just didn't fit Nyx. Her mind went over the man in the cell, the haggard way his skin fell around his face, the dark haunted look in his eyes and the defeated way he held his shoulders. He spoke of Claire with such loving words, he couldn't have killed her. The feeling in her gut told her this. With a weary sigh, Jordan leaned back against the desk and ran her eyes over the Coroner's report again. The car had been Claire's final resting point and her back had been shattered by some unknown force. Something had enough strength to heave a woman like her onto a car and had enough power behind it, to break her back, what could do that? She knew the answer, it nagged at the back of her mind but she still wasn't ready to accept it but nothing else seemed to explain Claire's death. Her eyes then looked back to the Police report. There had been several footprints at the scene and Jordan recovered one of those pictures. Claire and her attacker had obviously squared off and paced around one another. The tracks on the ground indicated this much. Jordan's hand lifted so her fingers could trace the patterns made in the sand and her now green eyes narrowed in on something that looked out of place. Another set of footprints that didn't fit with that of Claire's or of her attacker. She focused her attention entirely on those set and she chewed her bottom lip as the prints were smaller in size and had different treads. Someone else had been there, an onlooker or even an accomplice? Jordan dropped the photograph and drummed her fingers against the desk. Something wasn't fitting, something felt wrong. The Coroner had reported there had been no fingerprints on Claire's body so therefore he couldn't discern who killed her. Whilst she respected the Coroner and his findings, Jordan needed to know for herself. If that person had been an accomplice, they had to be a trace of him or her on the victim. Jordan pushed away from the desk and her chair shot across the ground before she stood slowly. As she did, her head spun slightly and she moved a hand to hold the side of her head. She hadn't slept in days and she couldn't recall the last time she had eaten or drunk anything. She inhaled slowly as the dizziness passed. She could worry about that sort of thing later, she had something else to do right now. Her hand grabbed her jacket and she was instantly pulling it on over her shoulders. She would find this killer, one way or another. reply

An Unexpected Guest [09 Dec 2004|02:36pm] [ mood | anxious ] Dominick pulled up into his driveway with relief on his face when he noticed that Kris's car was there. He was glad she was home, and hoped she was safe and sound. He parked the car and turned to Emily. She was undoing her seatbelt. "Emily, could you wait in here a minute? I need to talk to Kris first." Emily looked up at him with big eyes. "That's the girl that's your roommate that isn't your girlfriend but just a friend, right?" Dominick gave her a quick smile. How to explain it all to such a little girl? "Yes, that's her. She's home and I should...try to explain you first?" Emily nodded. "Okay." She held her hands demurely in her lap. Kris had been out in the back for several hours now but she hadn't noticed the time passing. Her skin was drenched in sweat and her wraps were slightly red from places she had strained a little too much but again, she hadn't noticed. She spun on the ball of her foot and hit at the air with her other leg. Her sword glistened in the bring light as it streamed across the horizon. A few strands had pulled free from her ponytail and now clung to her wet face. Kris twisted the sword in her hand before she literally flung it away from her and it sunk into part of the fence. She was lost to the training. A training regime she had created by herself and had stuck to for many years. Dominick closed the car door and made his way up the stone path. He noticed that Kris was in the midst of her regime in the backyard and didn't want to interrupt. He stood there for a moment, hands in his pockets, watching her. She was so graceful and strong at the same time. He genuinely smiled as he watched her for a moment before clearing his throat so that she would know he was there. Kris paused mid punch and turned her head. Her dark brown eyes came to rest on Dominick and she gave him a nod." Hey." She commented with a lopsided smile. She covered the distance that seperated her from the sword she had just thrown at the fence. She wrapped her hand around the hilt and pulled it out before wincing slightly. Her fingers pressed in against her right side and she frowned at how tender that side was. She snatched up the sheath and slid the sword back into it." How are you?" "I was about to ask you the same thing. I'm glad you are back, and looking well." He came fully into the back yard and sat upon a bench in the shade. "Where did you go? I mean...I wasn't worried. Well, I was a bit, but I knew you'd be okay." He gave her another little smile. " I just needed to get out of Searchlight for a bit. I needed to breathe again." Kris answered honestly before she gestured over her one shoulder." So I got in my car and I just started driving. I don't know where I wound up but it was far from here." Dominick nodded, understanding her need. "Kris, I have something I need to talk to you about." He glanced towards his car, wondering if Emily was alright, and how to explain all this to Kris. He ran his hand over his forehead before turning back to meet Kris's gaze. "When you were in the hospital, remember how I mentioned that I had thought I saw Emily again?" Kris walked over to take a seat on the back porch. Her legs were beginning to complain." Yeah I remember." She commented with a nod of her head. She rested the sheath down at her side. Dominick's hands were almost shaking as he held them tightly in his lap. "While you were in hospital I got a message from William. It appears that I am not the only one to have seen or had contact with a dead loved one. Something must be going on, another lovely Searchlight curse I reckon. Any how, when I heard that, I went back into Vegas and I found her. I found Emily." Kris lifted an eyebrow at his news." Is she..." She trailed off this point, opting for not asking if his sister was still a bloodsucker. Wouldn't be a good thing to ask. Dominick knew what she was asking. He squinted up at the hot sun and nodded. Then he stood up and motioned to Kris to wait there. He hurried back to the car and opened Emily's door. "You can come out now." Emily got out of the car and slipped her smaller hand into his. He gave it a re-assuring squeeze before leading her back into the yard. "Kris? Meet Emily, my sister." Kris watched as Dominick left and returned with the same little girl who had spent her time terrorising Dominick. Kris merely regarded the young girl with a wary eye." Hello Emily." She spoke softly but she wasn't running to embrace the young girl with open arms. That would take more time. Emily tilted her head at the woman and gave her a shy smile. "Nice sword." She glanced between Kris and Dominick and noted the tension there. She tugged on Dominick's hand and he leaned down so she could whisper in his ear. "I need to use the bathroom." "Certainly." Dominick opened the back door and explained to her the way and then came back out to join Kris. "I know it's impossible, but here she is." He sank back down onto the bench almost shaking again. "I think I'm losing my mind, Kris." " If you are, that makes two of us." Kris answered as she flexed her hands and curled them back in on themselves." Because I can see her as clear as day." She lifted her shoulders into a shrug." Why do you think she's back?" "It must be a spell, perhaps to distract us all? I'm hoping to get together with William to see what he has discovered, and find out how many people are experiencing this. You haven't seen anyone from your past?" Dominick peered up at her with concern. Kris shook her head." Can't say that I have but then again, I haven't been in town very long. Only got back in last night." She curled her hands over the top of her knees and looked behind her." I know she's your sister Dominick but I can't say that I completely trust this or...her as the last time I saw her. She was fanged." "I know. But...she's different now. I mean, she's exactly like she used to be." He rubbed his face with his hands. "I don't trust it either. Not really. I know part of me just wants her to be her so badly." Emily came back outside and walked up to Dominick with a funny look on her face. "Dominick? Did I always have this?" She pulled back her shirt to display a tattoo of sorts on her shoulder area. Dominick examined it closely and shook his head. "No, you didn't. Kris, look at this?" It couldn't be a coincidence. Kris turned her head and narrowed her eyes at what seemed to be a tattoo at some point." I don't know any tattoo artists who would ink a kid." She muttered before she got to her feet." Might mean something?" She suggested to Dominick. Dominick nodded. "It might. I really need to talk with William." Emily yawned and straightened her shirt. "I'm tired, Domi." Dominick almost started at the way she so effortlessly used his old nickname once again. "I can show you to the guest room and you can get some rest." He turned to look at Kris. "I didn't know where else she could go. I hope you are okay with her staying here?" Emily had wandered over to look at the flower box, not listening to Dominick and Kris. She just wanted a big pillow and a blanket to curl up in. Kris lifted her eyebrows. She wasn't okay with it but she wouldn't complain. Kris glanced over to Emily and went over many possibilities. Something or someone could have brought her back but if this was happening to others, what was the point to it all? Kris wouldn't be surprised to find magic behind this. She didn't like magic and she didn't trust it. Some called her old fashioned but she didn't believe in playing with forces." You alright?" She asked Dominick. Dominick shrugged. "I guess so. I have to be. It's just that...I just killed her, and now she's back. What was the point of it all?" " No-one has to be anything, Dominick." Kris reminded him before she shrugged her shoulders. It pulled at her injuries and she made a mental note to change her bandages." I can't say what the point was. If you don't know, there's little to no chance that I'll know." She gave him a wry smile. He had to chuckle at that. "Thank you. I know it will be awkward having her here. It is for me too. I'm just glad I have you here to protect me." He motioned for Emily to follow him into the house so that he could show her to her room. Kris watched them go and she simply scooped up her sword. She sighed softly and her hand went to her side. First aid kit, here she came. They had become best friends in the very short time she had spent in Searchlight. It was always the way. She'd get hurt. Raid the first aid kit and patch herself back up. reply

Laying Low [09 Dec 2004|02:45pm] [ mood | cranky ] Tristan pulled the truck up to Heaven's Peak and parked it. "We can talk here, safely." His father hadn't said a word the entire drive here, which was quite unusual as far as Tristan could remember. The guards at the door recognized Tristan. "Is Bethany available?" They nodded. "She's not seeing anyone at the moment." Tristan nodded and glanced back over his shoulder at his father. "We'd like a private room to discuss some business. Please let Bethany know we are here." They were shown an exclusive business room with a promise to alert Bethany that they were present. Tristan ordered his usual bottle of Jack and a pint of guiness for his father. He also asked if there was some clothing available for his father. He stank of sweat and beer and other things. It was obvious he only had the clothes on his back, and they needed a good laundry. Richard, his father, numbly drank from the beer. "You killed her," he finally muttered, glaring at Tristan. Tristan shrugged. A slayer. His first killing of a slayer. He had first hand experience that their blood was sweeter. But he hadn't had the luxury to play. Not with his father there. "Well, father, it's not like you were there to be chivalrous or anything. You were about to get your ass handed to you." Richard looked at the vampire sitting before him, not knowing him, and not really wanting too. He took another gulp from his beer, not taking his eyes off of Tristan. "Tell me, father, how is it that you are here?" The man shrugged his shoulders. "I don't remember anything except for seeing you in that cemetery. When did I supposedly die?" Not that he was buying anything from this long toothed moron, but he didn't exactly have a choice right now. Tristan wasn't sure how to answer that. "I ran away when I was fifteen, and I never saw you again. That was over 56 years ago. I don't really know how you died. But by looking at you, you look the same, so I'm not thinking you aged much longer." The door opened then and a man came in with some fresh clothes. Tristan didn't think he'd tell his father that they probably came off some other dead guy. Richard dressed in silence, but Tristan stood up and told him to wait when he went to put the new shirt on. "What's that on your shoulder?" Richard looked at it and shrugged. "Hell if I know." Tristan ran his cold fingers over the markings. Had they been there before? His father batted his hands away and finished getting dressed. "So how long have you been a vampire." He couldnt deny it. He had seen Tristan turn into the thing with his own eyes. He wasn't drunk now, that was for sure. That entire experience had sobered him right up. Tristan came back over to his chair and sat down, taking a pull off of the bottle. He wiped his mouth with his arm before answering. "It was about ten years after I had run away. I was working on the docks, and drinking a lot. Like father like son, I suppose. I thought I was going to be robbed in this alley, and instead..." he shrugged. "How many people have you killed like that?" His father sat back down and finished his beer. He was nervous. This was his son? What the hell had he done to deserve this? "More than I can count, although that was my first Slayer." Bethany glanced up from her paperwork as Ralphael appeared in her office to let her know that Tristan and another man had arrived. She lifted an eyebrow before she got to her feet. She was dressed in one of her black silk suits. Her long blonde hair fell down her back in a long french plait and her face was lightly decorated with makeup. She recovered her stiletto high heels and slid them on over her elegant feet." Thank you, Ralphael." Ralphael nodded his head and opened the door for her. Bethany wandered out of her office and to the room where Tristan was. She opened the door and stepped inside." Hello Tristan." ( What To Do With The Father ) reply

"Hush" [09 Dec 2004|04:30pm] [ mood | enthralled ] Malorie Sailors had moved to the desert when her baby had been born eleven months ago. She had wrestled with the idea of leaving Las Vegas for some time anyways, telling herself that Las Vegas just wasn't the town she had thought it would be. So when she found that she was pregnant, she knew she would lose her job as well. Men didn't pay to see pregnant strippers. And Mark certainly wasn't coming back to take care of his child. Some man he had turned out to be. Malorie had tried not to be bitter about the whole situation when she realized that she was on her own, but it was hard. Managing to find a small cafe in a desert town where she could waitress, she finally decided the timing and conditions where right, and she moved herself from Las Vegas, to Searchlight, NV. Now, she lay in her bed in the middle of the night, shaking in an indescribable terror as a hispanic man stood over her bed, holding her newborn son in his arms. "Tell me," The rich, accented voice said softly in the dark, "Do you sing your child to sleep at night?" ( Don't say a word. NC-17 for disturbing violence ) reply

1939: Happy New Year [09 Dec 2004|04:33pm] Not a Journal Item ( 1939: Happy New Year ) reply

Starting At The Bottom [09 Dec 2004|05:19pm] [ mood | working ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ The first telltale signs of it being morning peaked in through the slits in the curtains. A few rays of sun fell over Kris' face and stirred her awake. As her eyes opened, a smile slid across her lips as she found Hayden still asleep at her side. Kris slowly sat up and took a moment to watch him as he slept. She leaned down to place a kiss on his cheek before she slipped out of bed. Her feet touched the ground and a deep ache started at the base of her feet and travelled up the length of her body. " Urgh." She simply muttered. Her ribs were hurting and her head was pounding but she still had that afterglow thing from last night and from all the things Hayden had made her feel. Kris pulled open her drawers and got out what appeared to be a pair of blue boyshorts and very slowly, she pulled them on over her legs. Once situated, she started on small black shorts and as they reached her hips. She tied them and patted them into place. Her eyes turned back to her body and she began count how many bruises and cuts she had, she lost count at about twenty or so. Kris pulled on a tight black tanktop which bulged in certain places due to the wraps she had around her but it wasn't like she cared. Her hands tugged her hair back into a tight rather restrictive ponytail. Kris walked to where her weapon case was and as she pulled it open, her thoughts went to Rhiannon. How was the other Slayer doing? Had she gone back there and taken care of everything? She shook her head and focused on what she was doing. She reached in and wrapped her hand around the hilt for her sword. She bowed her head respectfully as she lifted the sword from the case. Kris rose very slowly to her feet and let herself catch her breath. Injuries were easy to forget when you were happy and caught up in the moment. Her eyes looked back to Hayden and her hand went to the leather necklace around her neck. Her hand closed around the piece of amber and she simply exhaled a breath. She had never expected to find anyone especially in Searchlight but she had and she was happier for it. Kris had no idea what she had done exactly to deserve Hayden but whatever it was, she was grateful. Kris passed the bed on her way out and stopped to kiss Hayden's forehead." Love you." She whispered softly before turning to leave the room. She shut the door after her and she rubbed her hand over Eddy's head as he was sat outside of her door. Her head turned towards Dominick's room and she thought about knocking but a glance at the clock reminded her it was still early, too early to wake your Watcher. Kris pushed open the back door and shivered slightly as the cool morning air tickled at her skin and she took a moment to adjust to the sudden difference in temperatures. Once she was sure she was adjusted enough, she stepped down into the sand. The hand holding the sheath lifted and her other hand pulled the blade from within. It made a sharp sound before that same sound was silenced by Kris discarding the sheath to one side. She turned the sword in her hand and the familiar weight of the sword made her smile. She turned her body, raising herself up on tiptoes before the sword moved with her and cut through the air slowly and gracefully. As she turned, her body dipped down and just one side of her blade touched the sand. She flicked the tip of her sword up and in turn forced some sand up through the air. As it went up, she turned again and brought the blade down to slice straight through the sand causing it to spray out in all different directions. Her leg lifted to follow the movement of the sword and the sword changed hands quickly and smoothly as Kris body continued to turn across the ground. Just because she had killed a Master didn't mean she would stop training. Kris knew that it was important to train and it was important to recover quickly from injuries and that was why she was out in the early desert morning with her sword in her hand. reply

Others [09 Dec 2004|06:56pm] For the past week the shop had been magically void of customers and Bible thumpers alike, giving Milly the opportunity to utilise the time in her research into resurrections. With one hand skimming over the large text book opened on the counter and the other selecting left over fries from her boxed-lunch, Milly studied the penned images closer. She studied a particular picture of Jesus emerging from the tomb. William had not heard from Connor or Aidan, and he decided, rather then trying to get in touch with Aidan, he would head to the book shop and try to get books on runes so he could interpret them himself. He arrived at Unseen Insight and pushed the door open. he loved the way the bookstore smelled, and he got a brief moment of joy from it. He looked aorund, and then headed up to the counter. ( Talk ) reply

Mysteries revealed, and more created [09 Dec 2004|08:14pm] [ mood | relieved ] ( Not a journal Item ) reply

Facts and Fiction [09 Dec 2004|08:20pm] [ mood | anxious ] ( A Visit From The Law ) So I made my calls and did indeed find Nyx in the county jail on suspicion of Claire's murder. What the hell is going on around here? I understand that the FBI is even involved, that Jordan that sometimes comes around the bar. I know for a fact that Nyx couldn't possibly have done that to Claire, he's simply not strong enough to take one of us on. I wonder if it was maybe someone out to get me or Nyx instead, and Claire was an innocent victim. We'll see, I guess. Now, I need to kill things before I go completely insane. reply

[09 Dec 2004|09:56pm] [ mood | confused ] [ music | Not Afraid - Earshot ] Why don't I start out with the stuff goin' on right now that makes at least a little sense? Not that there's much of it. Got a job yesterday. I've spent hours putting in applications everywhere I could think of, and then I went up to the office to get a reference letter Martin LaFasse from Labadieville was s'posed to fax to me there, and the motel manager read it when he pulled it off the fax. What happened was, I spent the whole month of February and most of March workin' for Marty as a security guard at his car lot. All the demons in the Bayou Lafourche area musta been at Mardi Gras this spring, because I couldn't get any bounty huntin' going. Anyhow, turns out that they need a night guard at the motel, and after I talked to the guy for a while, he offered it to me. Kind of ironic to find a job the last place I would've even thought to look. I'm gonna stay on-site for a while instead of goin' to the trouble to look for an apartment. Might as well; he's givin' me a discounted rate on one of the suites closer to the office. It's nothin' fancy, but it has two separate rooms with a little refrigerator and a microwave in the front room with the couch and TV. I'm gonna move in there tonight. ( does it make you feel inside what you've never felt before ) reply

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