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Broken Trail [16 Dec 2004|12:46am] [ mood | frustrated ] Connor stalked along in the shadows, making little to no noise...none that human ears would pick up, anyways. He was tracking...but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that he was tracking Dawn, and that the trail kept...stopping. It wasn't stopped like she stopped to rest, it wasn't anything he'd come across before. It was just...gone. Like she ceaced existing. He'd pick it back up in random places, but with the break in the trail, it was impossible to tell where it was going, headed, it was all so erratic. And it had Connor's head in a spin. Goddamnit, Dawn, what IS this? What did you see? Why did you run? What's going ON? he thought to himself as he continued to stalk, following each lead till it's end then moving to pick it up again. He was so focused that anything in his way, and luckily anything in his way at this time of night was demonic, but anything in his way either got out of it or was taken down in a heartbeat, he didn't waste any effort, just kept moving...and when Connor was on the warpath, you didn't want to be in his way. The anger was back. He supposed it was never really gone. Never fully dissapated from when he was younger and it ruled him. He'd just figured out how to channel it better, how to hide it. But it wasn't gone. Right now it was overriding just about everything. He was angry. He was angry with everything at the moment. He was angry with the town, for being so fucked up. He angry with being here, he was angry with the people who'd left his life, he was angry with whoever had done the spell to bring his mother back and was just going to take her away, and for putting so many others in the same position. He was angry with Dawn, for letting things get this far, and not dealing with things when they WEREN'T dire. Pretending didn't make them go away, and now this. He was angry with himself for being angry with her. He didn't really WANT to be angry with her, but he was. Pushing him away, ignoring important things, pretending, so much pretending. ...kind of went back to lies, really. And he had problems with lies. Big problems with them. All they did was screw things up...just the once...but that hadn't worked either, had it. He knew that once he found her it'd get shoved back into it's box where it belonged. He'd make it. But right now...he was just furious. Frustrated, angry. ...and he needed to find her as soon as he possibly could. Underneath the anger were the worse feelings. The blind terror trying to take hold. The little voice in the back of his head that told him there wasn't anything he could do. That no matter what he tried, he wasn't meant to have this, and he'd better get used to her being gone...to things not working out. The anger was better than that. Just had to find her...after her found her, he could try to fix things... He'd find her, it was just a matter of time...the sooner the better, he just had to follow the right one...get the right track down...Dawn...where are you? reply

Resurfacing [16 Dec 2004|03:51am] [ mood | restless ] Hello. My name is Michie Grant, cousin of Andi Blaine, Watcher of Gwen (who has gone away completely) and former wild woman rebel. I've been hiding for a while now, Hayden has made no effort that I know of to get in contact with me, Andi has been completely unresponsive to all efforts at ay ind of communication, and everyone else seems to be dealing with an influx of returned dead people. A Slayer is dead, I know, no one has told me, but I know it. I've been studying like crazy, despite a total lack of guidance from Emmeline, and have managed to bring my power to the fore. Rather than having to strain to make even the tiniest thing happen, it is now mostly effortless to do fairly simple rituals and spells. I do need to get in touch with Matthew, Hayden, Jo and possibly Rhiannon. For the time being, I will just send off a few emails and nose around town and maybe about the mines for a while. ( Email for Hayden ) ( Email for Matthew ) ( Email for Jo ) 2 comments | reply

An Unwelcomed Surprise [16 Dec 2004|11:50am] [ mood | anxious ] As Tyler exited the small diner, he swore under his breath that never again would he stop in just before a patrol. His loose fitting jeans hung over his black boots that rhythmically made contact with the pavement, and made a soft noise that seemed to echo in the silence that hung in the air that blanketed Tyler the moment he stepped through the doorway of the cozy diner and into the unforgiving blackness of the night. He marveled at the sky for a moment, taking time to marvel at the brightness of each star that shimmered in the sky. Looking at the stars made him start to think about things he knew he didn't need to be thinking about however, so he quickly pushed the distractions from his mind. Years of hunting had taught him discipline, and that characteristic was something he leaned heavily upon in times like this. Refocused and ready, he started off down a dark street, not sure what he would meet this night. As he continued down the street a few blocks, he noticed a dark spot on the ground under a streetlight. He squinted, trying to see through the distance more accurately. Finally, he reached the spot, and after looking around for a surprise attack, he squatted feeling the dry, crusty substance. He picked at it for a bit, and brough a piece up to his face for further inspection. He was sure of it now, it was blood. His head snapped up quickly, his senses screaming out that surely now, an attack must be coming. But none ensued him in the following moments. Confused, he began to look around for other clues. He came upon three more spots of blood, most of them rather large in size. It was obvious to him that it was fresh, but still appeared to be over a day old. He knew one thing, no one person could bleed this much. Either the blood had come from to people, or some sort of demon that was larger and could bleed more than a person ever could. Or, as Tyler assumed, the blood here belonged to two different beings. Tyler looked around for a dumpster, and spotted on in an alley not too far away. He headed over to rifle through them for some plastic bags, he had an idea. Suddenly, something shined in the darkness, catching his eye, and momentarily grabbing his attention from his task at hand. In the corner, a small metallic object glowed in the streetlight. Tyler knew what it was immediately, it was a handgun. He quickly walked over to it, and lifted it up into better light. He recognized the gun as one a government agent would be carrying. His thoughts immediately went to Jordan, but he quieted his mind. He didn't know for sure that this was her gun. Looking up and down the street, he found a second one a few minutes later, hanging half in and half out of a drain. After making sure both guns were locked on safety, he placed them in his pockets. A few moments back in the dumpster produced him with several plastic bags, but it took him a few moments to find the four best. Taking dried blood samples from each spot, he put them in his pocket as well. He decided to head over to William's house, to see if he would recognize the guns. And then, it was off to home, to enlist the help of his new friend. As he quickly walked in William's direction, he looked up at the stars again, this time, not able to let his mind begin to think about certain people. He said a silent prayer for Jordan's sake. reply

So Much [16 Dec 2004|01:30pm] [ mood | cold ] ( Note Slipped Beneath The Lighthouse's Door ) I need supplies for the main spell. Sand I can get anywhere but I need rock salt along with candles. I suppose this means a trip out. Hopefully I'll find what I need before Sunday comes. Mother has started making peace with her maker as she likes to call it. She's been praying and I've left her to it. I don't believe in God and I never believed in Religion but if that's what gives her peace and gives her the strength she needs, I won't disturb her. I should get going. There's much to be done. reply

Surprised [16 Dec 2004|01:42pm] [ mood | contemplative ] Gregory's death has struck me harder than I thought it would. He was probably the closest thing I had to a friend and he took him away but I suppose it is only fair. I did endanger his family. He's very loyal and easily angers when someone he cares about is placed in harm's way. This reaction fascinates me as I have never felt quite the same way. I have my loyalties and I have my ties but I do not think I would be so quick to act. Perhaps it is time these games were brought to an end? It is something I must consider. Tristan's father continues to drink and he continues to pass out. I suppose it is better than having him leer and talking crudely in my ear. Much better. But for now, I have some business to take care of. No rest for the wicked. reply

It's Your Eyes I Can't Get Past [16 Dec 2004|02:27pm] [ mood | predatory ] Xavier's face remained emotionless as he walked down the stairs to the sub-level boiler room of the old train station. For now, it was serving as he lair, but only until he could find more suitable arrangements. He was coming home to see his new government issued prize, and he could almost laugh, being so pleased with his own wicked scheme. When Xavier had left, several hours ago, he had left Jordan Briggs tied securely to a chair in the middle of the room. He had left the solitary hanging light on, so that it cast light down upon the middle of the room, but casted shadows and mystery onto the fringes. Now, he returned with a few surprises, namely a teenage girl that was looking about in terror, her hands and feet tied up as tightly as Jordan had been. He grinned finally as he entered the room and saw Jordan just as he had left her, only now she appeared to be awake. "Good morning Sunshine. I take it you slept well," he growled, his eyes shining in evil triumph. He threw the other girl on the ground, and she landed with a scream as she crashed onto the unforgiving concrete floor. This was about to be a lot of fun, for him. When Jordan had awoken a few sensations had greeted her. The first was pain, the second was a cold feeling of dread as she had realized where she was and lastly she felt nausea. Nausea caused by the head injury she had sustained. As Xavier returned, Jordan lifted an eyebrow as he held some poor girl in his arms." No comment." She simply muttered. Her lips quirked into a smirk. Jordan would not give this sick bastard the pleasure of seeing her in pain or seeing the fear she felt. As the girl screamed, Jordan winced in sympathy. She was a government agent so she knew it was already over but she could see that girl was still clinging onto false hope. His eyebrows raised in mock surprise. "Why, Jordan," he said, feigning in his tone the same surprise that falsely registered on his face, "Are you feeling ok?" With that, he strode over to her, leaning in very close, drinking in of the way she smelled...the smell of beautiful woman, and fear. A few of his favorite things. His hand brushed a few stray hairs away from her face, and then gently stroked the side of her face. "What happened to my quick-witted little agent from last night?" He asked, voice sounding light and concerned. He then broke out into a grin that sung out of malicious intent. Letting his face change to show a look of contempt mixed with a domineering glee, he continued to pet the side of the woman's face. "Please tell me you aren't giving up already?" he continued, almost chuckling softly as the last words crossed his lips and fell upon her ears. ( You can close your eyes, or I'll rip them out. You'll never smile again. ) He wanted to make sure everything was ready for the next wave of his plan. There was still much work to be done. reply

[16 Dec 2004|04:36pm] [ mood | thoughtful ] I've finally made the decision, as difficult as it was. I just can't stay here. Now I have to decide who I want to stay with, my mom or my dad. I think I'll just start driving and see where I end up. That's just as good as anything else I can think of, and I've been thinking about this a lot. The strange thing is I don't even care. Or maybe that's not such a strange thing after all, considering the circumstances. Wow, that sounded really self-pitying. See, that's one of the reasons I have to leave. Everything's been changing, and I thought I stayed the same, and then just now I realized that I haven't. I've maladapted. Who knows, maybe I'll come back, and I'll be better, or more secure, or whatever I need to be. (I haven't quite figured that part out yet, but I'm confident that I will.) So yeah, this is what I think I need. So I'm leaving, and I guess that's all there is to it. Somehow I thought it would be more complicated, but it's really not. It was coming to this point that was. reply

Supply Run [16 Dec 2004|07:37pm] Matthew stepped off his bike and hung his helmet up. He frowned as his hair fell in various strands over his eyes before he shoved it away with one hand. He didn't bother with locking up his bike. He wouldn't be long. All he needed was rock salt and candles. The rest of his supplies were at home. Matthew leaned down to brush some dust off the front of his blue jeans before he pushed the sleeves of his black shirt up towards his elbow. His hand went into his backpocket to pull his wallet free before he strolled into Unseen Insight. He hoped that it would have the things that he needed. "What do you mean, you don't have any mugwort?! Any self-respecting magic shop owner would carry mugwort!" The tall, dark-haired counter clerk shook his head and spread his hands. A thick accent colored his words as he addressed the young witch. "I'm sorry, milady. We haven't got any--" "Ugh, I can't believe this." Star ran her hands into her hair and turned away from the counter. Her eyes were closed, and she appeared to be counting to ten. When she was finished, she took a deep breath and freed her hands. Turning back to the clerk, she placed her hands on the counter. In an exaggerated calm, she began again. "Okay... do you know what mugwort looks like?" Matthew lifted an eyebrow at the commotion that seemed to be taking place. He shut the door after himself and wandered towards the counter. "Uh sorry to interrupt but could you direct me to where the candles are kept?" He glanced from the young woman to the man stood behind the desk. Both auras confused Matthew slightly. The man stood behind the counter had an aura like none Matthew had ever seen and the woman appeared to have a very colourful, almost chaotic aura. Constantly changing. Star dropped her chin to her chest and shook her head. Can't you see I'm trying to get somewhere with this guy? She pushed a tendril of unruly hair behind her ear and stepped away from the counter. "Actually, good idea. You help this guy find some candles. I'm gonna have a look around." Star gestured towards a case of glass jars in the rear of the shop. "But you can't go back there! Not by your-- Oh, forget it. She'll never find what she's looking for, that one." Liam turned back to the man with the bright-colored eyes and spoke again, revealing a snaggle tooth. "The candles are just that way. Over by the incense and oils." He pointed towards the windows of the shop. "Thank you." Matthew nodded giving the other an appreciative smile. His eyes slid back to where the young woman had disappeared to. She had to be from out of town. Giving his head a shake. Matthew followed the man's directions and soon found himself stood in front of a rather large selection of candles. "Oh Jesus." He muttered with a brief frown. His fingers rubbed at the bridge of his nose. "Why did I honestly think picking candles would be easy? Nothing is ever easy. Not even candles apparently." He said to himself before he pulled out his notes and started referring to them as he glanced to the candles on the shelves. In the back of the store, Star had made herself very at home. From the top rung of a step-ladder she announced, "Ah ha! Mugwort. I knew they had it." She reached up high and pulled a heavy jar from its dusty hiding place. Cradling it under her arm, she slowly made her way back to the floor, teetering to the side only once. Star carried the jar to the counter and placed it before Liam, a victorious look on her face. "You need to work on your knowledge of merchandise. But you're cute, so no hard feelings. Could you wrap a few of those leaves up for me?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned her gaze towards the other customer. He was peering back and forth between a notebook and the selection. She wandered over and crossed her arms. "The orange ones will give you one hell of an energy boost." ( Amped ) reply

[16 Dec 2004|08:44pm] Destiny and Adam walked in, each carrying a doggie bag of diner food. Chatting animatedly, they walked into the den, fully anticipating eating their leftovers and watching some television. When they saw Will, the good mood dissipated. Something was very wrong and Des and Adam put their foot down and sat on the couch. Absentmindedly, they reached for each other's hands. "Will?" Destiny began softly, "What's wrong? Where's Wendy?" William looked up, and his lips pressed together. He was at peace with what had happened, and he knew what he did needed to be done. Not to mention Wendy would have faded away soon. But Destiny was still having attachment issues with all this, and he had to be gentler. "Destiny, I think you both should sit down for this. It will be easier if you're braced and you don't interrupt me." ( Grief ) ( The Men Talk ) Adam smiled. Finishing his apple, he wrapped the core in a paper towel and screwed the cap back on the water bottle. "Will, I'm gonna check on her. Can we talk more tomorrow?" "Of course, Adam." William bit down on another pretzel. "Make sure she's all right." William knew he should have held up his stance of keeping them apart, but at this point, all it would do would be alienate Destiny further from him. He just hoped the gap could be mended. Adam nodded. "I will." Adam turned to leave and at the foot of the stairs, he turned towards Will. "Thanks. For keeping her safe for me. I hope I do half as much as you did for her." With that, he went upstairs to talk to a most distraught Destiny. reply

Sleep Waits For No Man [16 Dec 2004|10:48pm] [ mood | exhausted ] ( Voicemail For Rhiannon ) Time to hit the hay, it'll be nice to actually go to sleep for once. It's been too long since I just slept. Spent most of my nights sorting things out for clients and playing cat-and-mouse with Bethany Richards but she has vanished off the radar. Maybe I finally stressed how serious I am? Hell if I know, woman's unpredictable. I think I have time for a cigarette before passing out. I have a sudden craving for nicotine. Can't really explain it and you know what? I don't think I really want to go into the details of my nicotine problem. Especially at this time. Goodnight now. reply

Not a journal Item [16 Dec 2004|11:20pm] [ mood | worried ] The explosion of glass was a startling wake up call.  Azure rolled from his spot on the floor toward his bed where his mother was asleep, as he heard something sink into the floor with a loud thunk.  He reached up and grabbed her.  He reached under his bed and pulled at the garrote wire that ran around his window.  The security measure blocked access through his window, the wire now a web system crisscrossing the window.  Azure pulled her from the bed, she gasped.  He pulled her away from the bed and from the center of the room.  He stood looking at the window and the object that was embedded in his floor.  His eyes now focused, the dust, the pitch black night was as clear as day. ( Hope you won't hold previous events against me. ) reply

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