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Lack Of Reason [12 Dec 2004|01:16am] [ mood | shocked ] Matthew hadn't slept again. It was hard to when his mother was back from the dead and his mind was full of thoughts and memories he didn't want but luckily enough for him. He had been at work so he hadn't stopped to think about things this time around. He was for the moment perched on a stool in the kitchen. Hunched over a bowl of cereal which was too soft to eat by now. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a dark t-shirt. His hair was a mess and his bare feet were rested up on the metallic rugs of the stool. Azure leaned against the door for a moment, the light sound of a spoon on a bowl drew his attention. He moved through the small hallway and saw Matthew sitting on a stool. His hands came down on the counter to wake him up. He looked like the walking dead. "Someone want to clue me in as to my dead mother is now alseep in my bed." Azure turned from Matthew and stuck his head into the fridge, he grabbed the orange juice and grabbed a glass. Matthew blinked as Azure suddenly appeared and as he turned his head. He took in the fact that Azure had mentioned his dead mother." That's complicated to explain." He muttered with a smirk. He picked up his bowl and dumped what remained of the cereal into the trash. He then went about washing up the bowl. Azure poured a half glass. "I got bit by a fucking vampire after we beat the living hell out of each other. I was out for what three, four days, and my mother is alive again." Azure drained the glass. "Complicated? This is down right fucked up." Azure poured another half glass and put the orange juice back. "Do I have to worry about this.?" Azure pointed to the neck puncture marks. ( Talk About Dead Mothers ) Azure watched them walk off. He trembled slightly. He walked back to his door and opened it slowly. His mother hadn't moved, she was asleep. Azure closed the door and slumped against it. His face burried into his hands, quiet sobs were emitted. The young woman tried her best not to move. To keep as still as a mouse. What had she gotten herself into? reply

Fancy meeting you here [12 Dec 2004|10:39am] [ mood | accomplished ] [ music | Dead Poetic "Vanus Empty" ] Wendy ran from the house and headed toward the center of town, or where she thought it was. She just needed to be away from William. He was either cruel or insane, or possibly both. Her feet stung from the pavement, but she wouldn't stop. Her lungs stung, and her eyes watered not just from tears but from the cool night air. She saw lights, and found the center of town. She saw the lights and stopped running. Unfortunately, she stopped near an alley, from which hands reached and grabbed her. Four men stood there, their faces contorted and strange, and on their foreheads were burned crucifixes. One of them looked down at her and smiled. "Hello, dinner." "Goodbye, demon," came a voice from behind. Tyler had been on patrol through the city, and by pure luck had happened to see a woman running. As a general rule, whenever women were running, Tyler could find something to fight close by. His rule had shown its self right yet again. Right after speaking, a metal blade cut through the night air, severing the head from the closest vampire. In one smooth motion, Tyler spun with the follow through of his swing, and decapitated another vampire. He froze in place, the sword now pointed at the ground. Tyler looked up, and grinned at the remaining vampires. He said nothing. William ran through town, holding his pistol in one hand, his crossbow in the other. Wendy wouldn't know what to look for, what was out there, and he didn't want it to find her. He found his way to the center of town, and heard the sound of a muted scream. He rushed toward it and saw Wendy on the ground, with four vampires and a man with a sword. The man dropped two of the vamps, and the other two stood for a second before turning to run., William noticed the crosses on the forehead of one, and remembered what Connor and Dawn had said. He aimed his pistol and blew the kneecap off that one. "Kill the other," he shouted, "but leave that one. I need information from him." ( Tell us a story ) Tyler's eyes lit up. "That would be most excellent! I look forward to it, and in the meantime, keep in touch. It was nice meeting you William. I hope everything goes well for you at home," he replied. He began to walk out of the alley with the other man. "Oh, and do tell Jordan I said hello," he added, just remembering. With that he turned and headed back toward the heart of the city, hands still in his pockets, toward the lights that lit up the night sky; for everyone knew that a bright light was sure to attract all the local pests. William watched Tyler go, still curious about him. He wasn't a bad guy, just a bit odd. William waited a moment longer then shook his head. He had enough to worry about at home, and plenty to think about. Maybe this was all coming together after all. reply

Her Fate [12 Dec 2004|09:30pm] [ mood | crappy ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ When Kris awoke she was greeted with darkness. She took a long hard swallow and frowned at how dry and scratchy her throat felt. As she moved, her head pounded slowly and fiercely. A pain crept through the back of her skull and flooded over her forehead and face. This pain made her teeth and jaw ache, an ache that would not go away no matter how many times she flexed her jaw. It took Kris a moment or two to familiarise herself with her surroundings. She was no longer in the back alley and there was no sign of either Theo or Ben. Almost everything about that night was a blur in Kris' mind and she exhaled a slow breath as she lifted herself away from the ground. She raised one arm and frowned at the blood on her white shirt sleeve. Her eyes blinked slowly and she swayed off balance for a moment. As she stumbled to one side. Her hand pressed against the cool bricks of the wall and Kris let out a choked breath. " What in the hell hit me?" She muttered before she tripped and fell back towards the ground. Her hands spread out beneath her in the vain attempt to stabilise herself but as she did her head spun and Kris instantly threw up. Her chest rose and fell quickly and soon after this, the dry heaving took place. This in Kris' opinion was the worse thing about being sick. Kris lifted a shaking hand to run across her dry lips. She inhaled slowly and as she swallowed she suddenly wished she had some chewing gum. Kris rocked back into the soles of her feet and her knees tucked up towards her chest. Her arms rested over the top and her hands hung limp against the ground. She tried to make sense of the jumbled thoughts in her mind and tried to remembered what had happened that night. Kris looked towards her watch and noted that several hours had gone by. The sun would soon be rising, somehow she had lost those hours and she didn't know why or how. Her eyes slid shut and her hands went to her hair. Several strands were wrapped around her long fingers and Kris muttered softly to herself. Flashes of images raced through her mind and her words were confused and quick. She was trying to sort through everything in her mind and trying to make sense of the parts that were missing. She went to pull out her phone but paused. Why should she bother anyone else? It wasn't like she needed any help. A night's worth of memories was nothing she couldn't handle and compared to everyone else's problems, this was minute. Kris curled her fingers back in towards her palm and slowly got to her feet. Her head turned to search for the direction she felt she should go in and as her eyes came to fall on the Las Vegas strip, she nodded her head and started to walk towards it. Maybe if she started from the beginning she would understand what had happened to her and in that alleyway. reply

eye for an eye [12 Dec 2004|10:17pm] [ mood | Vengeful ] Last night, I found myself out in search of a meal. And what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a lone woman running down the street. I had almost made up my mind to meet her in a personal mannor, when four others found her first. Normally, I would just move on, after all fair is fair. However, I decided on a hunch to stick to my perch on the roof above, when a young man managed to slay two of the vampires in one move. He was smooth in his actions, and obviously a man with some sort of training. Shortly after, another man appeared, and aided the first in the fight. Oddly enough, they were trying to get information out of the only one of my kind that they didn't dust right away. He spoke no words, even when the second man pulled out a gun with bullets filled with that cursed water. The second man was quite clever. At this point, I couldn't help but get closer to be able to hear what these to gentlemen found it necessary to discuss. And, from all my listening, I found one common link. A woman by the name of Jordan Briggs. They both seem to have a good relationship with her. Unfortunately, they did dust four of my kind. I think that together they should pay. After all, fair is fair. reply

Red [12 Dec 2004|10:48pm] Darian stood motionless before the vanity mirror, watching as the moisture evaporated from its surface. From its place by the stainless steel sink, a gold watch marked the seconds as they passed. Tick. Tick. Each one sounded final, and yet built in an infinite crescendo towards nothing. Time meant little to the Dealmaker, and yet it meant everything to his clientele. Humans. If they weren't wallowing in their pathetic need for instant gratification, they were lamenting the passage of time that brought them slowly closer to death. It lent desperation to their daily lives, and while he found that emotion pitiable, it played a vital role in his success. Second by second, a bit more of his reflection was revealed. There was nothing Darian disliked more about his existence than his resemblance to the human world. Other demons were able to appear in two forms-- a human guise to allow them to infiltrate, and a truer form. Darian had only one face, so he removed himself from their likeness in other ways. He'd become meticulous and extravagant, never letting anything but the finest materials touch his body, and showing only the necessary amounts of skin. White hands, a face with sharp angles, and never a hair out of place. He had not always been so austere. ( Retrograde ) Darian lifted a small tumbler to his mouth and poured the contents inside. The muscles in his jaw flexed as he swallowed. The tumbler was then placed against the mirror, directly over his face. He pressed until the tumbler shattered, cracking the mirror behind it. Dozens of shards sliced into his skin. All Darian noticed was the red blood that dripped into the sink. Human red. reply

How Low Can You Go? [12 Dec 2004|11:52pm] Behind the counter of the Searchlight Gas 'N Go, a young woman stood with her hands on her hips, staring at the cash register. The top half of her work coveralls hung down around her waist, revealing a tank top underneath. A slightly-used ball cap was perched on top of her head. Behind her left shoulder, a man named Ned was pointing at the various features of the register. Ned lifted his cap and scratched his balding head. "Now if ya wanna do a credit purchase, ya just mash this button here, and then the customer punches the secret code into this gadget right here. Ya got that?" He squinted and tugged the ball cap back down. Star cut her eyes at Ned and lifted one thin brow. "Uh... yeah. I think I can manage. It's not nuclear science." Ned nodded his head. "Well alright, miss. I'll just leave you to it." A flash of sunlight on metal could be seen from the parking lot as a truck pulled in. "Look there, it's your first pump customer. I'll watch the register while you go out and pump the gas, hear?" Star let her eyes lift to the window. The truck looked familiar, but then again, everything in this town couldn't help but be familiar, considering the low population. "Sure, why not," she murmured. Might as well get the ball of humiliation rolling as soon as possible. She stepped from behind the counter and pushed her way through the front door. Tyler pulled into the gas station, and up next to the lone pump that stood in the middle of the parking lot. Checking to make sure he had the side of the truck with the gas tank opening against the pump, he slowed his truck to a stop, and turned off the engine. Opening his door, he reached down to the inconvenient location of the lever that released the tank door, and gave it a tug. He next reached to the hood release, and pulled on it as well. He hadn't checked any of the fluids in the engine for a while, and now was as good of a time as any to do so. Standing on the concrete at last, he squinted as the bright sun shone down in his eyes. He much preferred the night. In and out quickly, and I can get back home. He noticed a small figure walking out toward his truck, but in the bright sunlight he couldn't tell who it was. The outfit made it clear it was an employee, and Tyler wondered what they wanted. He hated when other people tried to pump his gas. He took a deep breath and sighed, realizing that the pump was located quite a good distance away from the store. Obviously that was for convenience, he thought with a wry smile. ( Regular or Premium? ) Ty went in, paid for his gas and oil, exchanged pleasantries with Ned and exited the building as quickly as he could. He passed Star again as he got into his truck, and returned her earlier wave with a small wink. He climbed into his truck, and pretended to look for his keys while he watched her for a few seconds. He then fired up the truck, looked forward, and realized his hood was still propped up. Feeling rather stupid, Tyler tried to think quick. Grabbing the oil, he headed out as though he had meant to put the liquid in right then and there, with the truck running. After adding the entire contents of the bottle, Tyler closed the hood and climbed back into the truck. His window had been down, so he leaned out of it and said, "See you later Star. Enjoy your first day." Star took a five dollar bill from Ms. Johnson just as Tyler returned to his truck. She nodded at the old woman's words, though her eyes were on Tyler as he reopened his door to add the oil. She didn't bother to hide the laugh that escaped as Tyler pulled away from the station. reply

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