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gwen meets the moms [13 Dec 2004|12:25am] [ mood | depressed ] Darla was on the front porch, drinking a glass of wine, and staring out at the sky. "I really wish you had a view, Connor." she commented to her son, who was on the front step. "Small town, not much to have a view of, mom. But if you want I can take you into Vegas tomorrow and you can go sight seeing." he said. Right then, walking up the sidewalk, was Gwen. Wearing a plaid schoolgirl's skirt, black thigh-high fishnets, her combat boots, and a Punisher-skull t-shirt, she had a huge duffel bag thrown over her shoulder. "Yo... Connor.... mind if I ask a favor?" Connor glanced up. "Hi Gwen. No, go ahead..." he said, Darla just watched the young lady with interest. "Ummm.... I know I've done the whole 'living on the streets' thing before.. but it kinda sucks. Mind if I crash here for a few nights?" Joyce was in the living room, looking over what photos Dawn had managed to convince relatives to send. Not that Dawn had explained why,but Joyce didn't care how she had managed it. Finally, some tangible proof that she had been part of this world. A small smile lingered at a picture of Joyce with Dawn and the blonde girl....Buffy, wasn't that her name? Dawn headed down the stairs and caught sight of her mother on the couch. Managing a small smile, she watched her a moment before speaking. "Jogging any memories?" Joyce shook her head, a soft sigh escaping. "No, but they make me feel better. Why do you go check on the others, I'll join you after I get some water." She gestured to the open door, Dawn perking up at hearing Gwen's voice. Walking over to the door, she kicked it open and waved with a tired grin. "Hey, girl." Gwen winced, giving a polite nod to Darla, who she didnt know. Darla smirked lightly at Connor. "Aren't you popular." Connor ignored her and answered ( gwen, moms, moms, gwen ) ( all apologies ) reply

Canvas [13 Dec 2004|01:36am] A drop cloth had been spread across her living room floor. In the center, an easel stood so that the morning sun illuminated its surface. Rhiannon's hands and forearms were covered in dabs of brightly-colored paint. Her brush moved in quick strokes over the canvas, where her mother's image was coming to life. She worked from a combination of memory and a slightly-crumpled photograph taped to the easel. This painting was for her father. Please let him remember, before they take him away. The deep, even sound of her father's breathing could be heard from the bedroom. He'd been sleeping for hours. At first, she'd simply watched him, smoking a chain of cigarettes that left the air thick and her throat raw. When she could no longer sit still, she turned to the boxes. They'd remained untouched since she came to Searchlight. Most of them held remnants of her life with Collins. Some, she guessed, held clues to what she'd done after, in times when loneliness and fear made her reckless. But one was from long ago. Inside, she found old journals, first sketches, a battered copy of the Bible, and photographs of her family. Mary Sue curled around her ankles, but Rhiannon continued to work. She didn't want to stop moving, because then she'd remember what his presence here meant. That soon, all her anger at her father wouldn't matter, because he would truly be gone. That she would have no family and no links to the past. That the only thing left would be what existed in this town. reply

Nocturnes [13 Dec 2004|02:05am] [ mood | blah ] Dominick closed the book and held it on his lap. He was sitting in a hard wooden chair he had brought in from the dining room and placed beside Emily's bed. She couldn't sleep, and so he had offered to read to her, just as he had long ago when they were both children. He even had the same old Grimms fairy tale book. It's pages were not nearly as white as they had been back then. Some of the pages were torn or dog earred. But the stories were as good as ever. Now he sat and watched her sleep. He could see her chest rising and falling with each breath. He could see the color in her cheeks and ears. He could hear her heart beating. Why did all of this just want to make him cry? He stayed there, keeping vigil, until morning. Only when he stood to use the bathroom did he glance down at his watch and notice the entire night had passed him by. Why hadn't Kris interrupted him? reply

A Cold Breeze [13 Dec 2004|02:35am] "Hey, Maragos! Why don't you take a break, already? I ain't dragging your ass to the cooler if you pass out." Hayden looked up as a man yelled above him. Lyle, the loudest member of the remaining crew, was standing on the top rung of a ladder, chisel in hand. A bandana had been wrapped around his forehead to keep the sweat from his eyes. The look? Springstein gone horribly wrong. "Alright, alright," Hayden conceded, dropping his tools next to the wall. He turned and headed towards the supply truck, where the access tunnel met the first of a literal maze of mine shafts. It was as close to Searchlight as the demons were prepared to build. Near the mystery power source, but removed from the eyes of Slayers. In that place, twenty or so crew members were hard at work, beating the rock into submission. Once the rock had been shaped to satisfaction, the construction of the stronghold would begin. Hayden glanced over his shoulder as he reached the coolers. The shift supervisor was consulting a clipboard. From time to time, his orange eyes scanned the group of gathered men. Hayden pulled a cup from the stack and poured water inside. As he took his first sip, he began to back away from the truck, in the direction of the mines that separated the access tunnel from Searchlight. For the past few days, he'd been venturing into them whenever possible. It was a chance to explore them from the opposite side of what the Slayers had seen. Safer as well, for the construction noise had scared any local demons farther into the shafts. Ten minutes. Any more, and he'd be missed. Once he had rounded a corner, Hayden turned on his flashlight to better see his surroundings. As usual, there was nothing remarkable about the appearance of the shafts. The rhythmic sound of chisels on rock was all around him, and he knew he had to be careful. The farther he ventured into the mines, the more confusing the echoes could become. This was not a place for getting lost. Hayden tipped his flashlight up to the ceiling, studying a small fissure in the rock. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt a draft from a nearby shaft. Its temperature did not draw his attention. What made him turn around was the moisture in the air. Water? That can't be right. Hayden edged closer, pointing his flashlight into the passage. A muted sound came to him, and he held his breath to better hear. The sound was unmistakeable. Running water. His flashlight flickered, temporarily casting him into complete darkness. Hayden tapped the end, restoring the light. It had become noticeably more dim, however, and Hayden was left with a choice. Continue into the passage and risk the death of his battery, or turn back now and return later. Hayden cast a disparaging look at his flashlight and muttered, "Shit." His curiosity was more than piqued, but it would have to wait. If Hayden was anything, he was patient. reply

BackTracking [13 Dec 2004|01:30pm] [ mood | predatory ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Devon had lost track of time. His body was crouched and his hands were flat against the ground. The sand was cool beneath his palms and he could almost feel the moonlight on his back. He had been woken from his sleep by the beast's voice and for once, it wasn't trying to coerce him into letting go. It was trying to help him. This was rare and it was something worth paying attention to. He could recall only one time that the two parts of him had been totally at peace. It had been at the time of the fight between him and that vampire. But then they had been united by a mutual hatred. This sudden helping hand had made Devon curious and he found himself at the spot where that battle had commenced. The battle between him and the other. His green eyes opened slowly and they ran over the ground beneath his feet. His nose filled with the scent of the night and of the people who had passed by and finally the night smelt of the creatures that lurked in shadow. Devon was not aware of it but he was only in a pair of dark jeans. The cool air had caused the skin on his back, chest and arms to rise. His feet were bare and his toes pressed into the sand as he supported his entire body weight on his toes alone. His fingers curled around the sand and he felt every grain against his skin. He recalled the feel of it and remembered a time when his body had been completely covered by it. A slow ache started in his side and seemed to spread throughout his limbs. Devon's hand rose to press against his side and he lost himself in the memory of how he had felt the silver with every part of him. Inhaling slowly, Devon looked at the surrounding area and he muttered." Where are you?" His voice was low and deep enough to be almost unrecognisable. His eyes shut again and his neck slowly tilted back before circling around to one side. As it came around on itself, a loud crack could be heard." I will find you." Devon murmured softly before his body rose from the ground. His body remained slightly hunched in an almost animalistic pose, his eyes were feral and his expression was one of determination. His eyebrows were drawn closely together and his jaw clenched as he could feel the teeth in his mouth growing. The beast hungered, it craved freedom and it whispered in his ear." Soon." He said with a solemn nod and it seemed enough to quieten the voice within his head. Devon began to walk using memories from that night to guide his way. The hunted had become the hunter. reply

Taking A Break [13 Dec 2004|02:03pm] [ mood | exhausted ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Jordan had finally dragged herself away from the police station. Her report along with the Coroner's report had been filed and processed. She hoped it would be enough to see Nyx free as she knew the murderer was not a living man. He was the same vampire who had preyed on others before. Her thoughts went to Chuck and she inhaled slowly. One case at a time, that had become her mantra since being assigned to Searchlight. As she turned into Searchlight, her mouth broke open into a rather large yawn. She had gone several days without sleep and for the first time since getting this case, she was heading back to her motel to grab some sleep. She knew she must look like hell, her hair was a mess and her clothes were wrinkled. Jordan had seen better days but she had been working for an innocent's man freedom so she thought sacrificing her own personal health was more than worth it. Her sight was now set on the graveyard in Searchlight. It seemed like the most obvious choice for a vampire and one way or another, she would find him. She knew it was risky as she had no superhuman strength and little to no knowledge in regards to this subject but this was her case and she would serve justice. Eventually the car came to a stop and with another yawn, she opened up her door. Her hand wrapped around her briefcase and she dragged it out behind her. Her heels had been exchanged for some comfortable flat shoes and her shirt was unbuttoned towards the top hinting at the blue tank top she wore beneath. Her eyes were now a light shade of green and her skin was paler than usual. Jordan was looking forward to sleep, she wanted to sink into her bed and not think about everything. She didn't want to think about dead bodies, William's dead girlfriend, vampires or killers. She just wanted to sleep and she wanted to sleep for a very long time. But it would seem whatever God watched over Searchlight hated her as a voice caught her attention. Jordan turned her head and her eyes narrowed in on the woman waving her arms and shouting her name." Miss Briggs! Miss Briggs!" Jordan groaned inwardly before she put on her "happy-face" and waited for the woman to reach her side." Yes?" The woman gestured back towards the office." I have a man on the line for you. Says he's your father." Jordan lifted both of her eyebrows." My father? Really?" She wondered why he was calling her on the motel's phone instead of her cell phone and why he was calling so late but she quickly shook her head and commented." I shouldn't keep him waiting now should I?" This comment was greeted with a shake of the head from the other woman. With that said Jordan followed after the other woman and disappeared into the motel's office. reply

Back Again [13 Dec 2004|05:11pm] [ mood | sleepy ] ( Note Pinned To Dominick's Door ) Time to do what that note on Dominick's door says. Time to go crash out. Maybe sleep will get rid of this headache and just maybe I'll remember something. I lost one night's worth of memories. Surely this is something I should be worrying about? I'll worry about it when I've slept. For the first time in a while, I actually think I'll be able to sleep. So what if it's the middle of the afternoon? reply

No, You're The Best. No, You're The Best [13 Dec 2004|06:07pm] [ mood | awake ] Dominick had lain down on his bed to catch a few hours of sleep. When he awakened the house was silent. Emily was still asleep and he figured Kris was getting some much needed rest as well. He saw the note on his door and decided to sneak his head into her room just to make sure she was okay. Kris turned her head at the sound of her door opening. She hadn't slept as much as she had anticipated doing. The bump to the back of her head was a considerable size and her headache was the one thing keeping her awake." Hey Dominick." She muttered with a lopsided smile. Eddy was sprawled across her lap and her hand was playing with his ears. Dominick looked chagrin for a moment and then smiled. "Sorry. I didn't want to wake you." He saw the discoloration on her face from the bruises and he frowned. "Long night I take it? Are you okay?" " You didn't. I've been awake for a few hours." Kris assured him before she scooted up on the bed and patted a place for Dominick to sit." I'll be okay. Just had liked you said, a very long and a very rough night." Of course she was tempted to tell him about the loss of time and memory but she figured he had enough on his plate. Dominick took a seat beside her, the bed dipping as he did. "Tell me about it? What did you see?" He was always worried about her even though he knew she could take care of herself. Plus, he could use the distraction. Kris shook her head." It's nothing..." She trailed off before lifting her shoulders into a shrug." I could have sworn I saw my work colleagues beating up on this guy...but I woke up in this alley and I remember nothing about how I got there. Puked as well which was just swell." Sarcasm practically dripped from the last words she spoke. "Let me see?" Dominick inspected the back of her head. It looked quite sore and tender, but there didn't appear to be any broken skull fragments. "It's a good thing you have a hard head." His eyes smiled at her. "So these colleagues, did they appear possessed or anything?" " I didn't really get a close enough look. They were there, I was here." She showed the distance by placing one hand at her hip and the other where Eddy was." I don't even know what I saw or if I even saw it. I could have been dreaming or sleep walking again." "The sleep walking concerns me, Kris, but I haven't been able to find anything in the books to help you. The only thing that is even close is to assume the dreams are prophetic in nature. Perhaps you should try writing things down as soon as you awaken?" He ran his hands through his hair, in need of a shower. Kris nodded her head." I need to carry a book and a pen around with me." She sighed softly and sunk down into her pillow." Sometimes I predict things and sometimes I don't. It's a case of hit and miss." She shifted her eyes to him and arched an eyebrow as she noted he wasn't as well groomed as usual." Your hair is..." She tried to search for the right word before she decided on." Crazy." Dominick snorted and blushed. "Yeah, well, I didn't get much sleep either. It needs a good washing." He tried to straighten it as best he could and then gave up. "It's a good thing I'm not up for the most handsome Watcher award." He turned a genuine charming smile on her then. Kris smirked lightly and nodded her head before remarking in all seriousness." Yeah probably is a good thing because that hair. It really doesn't work." Her lips then broke into a grin." Do you think they even have awards like that?" She seemed to sink into deep thought. Dominick did laugh then and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze as he got to his feet. "Heaven help us if they do." He started to make his way out of the bedroom and then turned back to look over his shoulder. "I would nominate you for best Slayer ever, however. I'm sorry if I've been a disappointment as your watcher." " We're only human, Dominick. None of us are perfect. I know I haven't always been the best Slayer in the world." Kris admitted with a small smile." But you forgive me my trespasses so hey, the least I can do is repay the favour." Dominick grinned and nodded. "Get some sleep. I'll check in on you again later, and don't hesitate to ask if you need anything. I've been told I make a mean bowl of soup as well." Kris chuckled softly." I'll remember that." With that said, Kris wrapped her arms around her nearest pillow and rested her head down in the attempt to sleep. reply

The time has come / the Walrus said / to speak of many things... [13 Dec 2004|09:42pm] Wendy sat on the living room couch and read. After arriving home after her memory returned, she and William had a long talk. He told her about the world he lived in, and what had happened to her. And while it was hard to believe, she was dealing with it. She had borrowed some new books of Shakesparean criticism, and was catching up on the new thought of the day. All in all, it was interesting. Destiny walked in the door and went through her usual routine. Keys in basket, lock the door behind her, hang up her coat. The light was on in the living room. Will's home! She bounded into the room, full of energy. "Hey Wi--" She trailed off when she saw Wendy. "Oh, hello, Destiny. William is out. He said he was going to try to track down some of his Watcher friends, see if they could give him some answers about me and Adam and everything else going on in this town. This is very bizarre. I can't believe everything that is going on here." She shut the book she was reading and ran her hands through her hair. "I was just a librarian, not anything like this." ( The Key to Remembering ) ( Fellow Bookworms ) ( Girl Talk ) Wendy smiled, patted Destiny on the shoulder, and without a word, headed up to her bedroom. Destiny watched her leave. It would be really great to have someone like her around. Adam and Wendy. Death had taken them too soon and Destiny would see to it that they would stay. Now that Wendy got her memory back, all that Destiny needed was Adam to get his back and maybe things would look up even more. Destiny shouldered her bag of books and made her way upstairs, taking out a CD with one hand. She would try her best to keep them here. It was only right. reply

Touching Base [13 Dec 2004|10:55pm] [ mood | nervous ] Joseph tipped his head slowly to one side and exhaled a long stream of smoke as he watched the bartender. His eyes then went to the clock and his eyebrows lifted. Was it really that late already? He chuckled softly and quickly stubbed out all the life left in his cigarette. His shoulders lifted to roll forward and then back before Joseph got to his feet. His ringed fingers caught a hold of the wallet settled in his back pocket. Once the leather was free from the denim of his pocket. He flipped the wallet opened and tossed the crumpled bills out onto the surface of the bar. He offered the bartender a slow smile." See you tomorrow." The wallet was shut and slid back into the back pocket of his jeans. His hands adjusted his shirt and finally the tank top and jacket. Joseph yawned again and looked towards the clock. Was it too late to call? He fought with himself for a moment or two before his hand pulled out his phone. The phone was flipped open and Rhiannon's number was soon dialled. As he inputted the last digit, he raised it to his one ear as he plugged the other with the tip of one finger. One problem with bars, they were always very loud. ( Just Ringing To Say Hey ) ( What Can I Do? ) " I'll be there. All you need to do is tell me when and where." Joseph said. He slipped his keys into the ignition of the car and started the engine." Stay with him and do what you can. You have to take the moments when and where you can. You know how that saying goes, Carpe Diem." "Yeah, I know. Seize the demon, right?" A small smile played over her lips, and she took a seat against the door. Rhiannon knew how she'd feel as soon as she hung up the phone. Even with the man sleeping in her apartment, she knew she'd never felt so alone in her life. "I love you, Joseph. Don't forget it." Joseph smiled." As if I could. I love you too, Rhiannon." He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel of his car." And just remember, I'm only a drive or a call away." She nodded, more to herself than him. "I know. Be safe, okay? Bye." Rhiannon hurriedly closed her phone. If there was one thing she couldn't handle right now, it was the sound of that line going silent on her. She tipped her head back against the door and folded her arms across her knees. Joseph eyed his phone as the line went dead. He sighed softly and tossed the phone onto his passenger seat." Life is rarely simple." He muttered to himself before he switched the radio on and drove away. reply

And one more thing goes awry... [13 Dec 2004|11:38pm] ( Was I a good mother? ) ( Time to begin... ) ( Dawn ends up seeing more than she meant to...or should. ) reply

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