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Finding Gwen And Supernatural Revelations [17 Dec 2004|05:07am] ( Not A Journal Item ) reply

Too Old [17 Dec 2004|07:16am] Bernard stared at his alarm clock and saw in exactly four hours Milly would come as usual, bringing burgers and fries maybe or something from the diner. The drab walls that at first had provided so much solace felt like a prison. He opened the door and stepped out. He had four hours to kill after all. He didn’t have a car but he liked to walk out in the sun, his feet drumming the dry baked earth. He walked until he reached an ice cream parlor. He didn’t have any money. He should have asked Milly for some though whether she’d give it to him or not, Bernard was unsure. She tensed whenever he accidentally brushed her, her eyes would always avert when he tried to catch hers, she alienated him, refused to tell him anything about himself other than his name and for a woman who so graciously opened her pocketbook in finding him a place to stay, she was cold. “Want a free sample of our peppermint ice cream, sir?” asked the man behind the counter. “That would be nice. Thanks.” He took a seat outside on the street, licking the generous spoonful of the holiday spirits. He wondered if he had any family. He wondered if they missed him. Two unsupervised young boys were fighting outside of the ice cream parlor arguing about who got the bigger scoop. Bernard watched them from the corner of his eye. I think I have a son, maybe two. The argument left the verbal premises and the younger one suddenly docked the more older looking one in the stomach, a sad mistake. Bernard stood up, having finished his spoonful and tossed it in the garbage. The bigger one punched him across the side of his face and the smaller one hesitated than kicked him in the shin. This only caused another punch on his nose sending two streams of crimson blood dripping out of his nose. At this point the boy ran but into Bernard who instinctively grabbed him by the back of the neck and turned him around. “You don’t ever run,” said Bernard and pushed him back towards the other boy who clearly basked in triumphant arrogance. “Kick him if you can, in the stomach. It’ll bring him down,” Bernard added in his ear and the boy, motivated by this, started charging back when their mother came out and scolded them both. She eyed Bernard as they started to leave and the blood spots on his shirt. “Nice boys you have there,” said Bernard politely. He smoothed back his gray hair and stuck his hands into his pockets and straightened his back, things he never knew made him look more intimidating and feral but common knowledge to him in another life. The woman felt unnerved and grabbed her children and walked quickly away. Bernard watched her go and slid his hands out of his pockets feeling intensely offended. In another life, she would have given him respect. But he was too old for that now. reply

On Dating Vampires...don't [17 Dec 2004|09:30am] [ mood | chipper ] The shapeshifter rolled his shoulders, sighing as the woman talking to him started to get suggestive. The Irishman examined black painted finger nails. "'ey sweets...drop the cutesy needy whore act and skip to the trying to drain my blood please, got places to be...people to see..." Hs smirked slightly as the surprised and then enraged expression on the female's face, as said face shifted to it's demonic planes he just grinned. "Awww, there she is. Lovely set you've got there hon, wanna have a go..." Emerian side stepped a lunge, and then ducked a swipe with a slightly disapproving expression on his youthful features. "Whoa, hold up...no aiming for me face." Shaking his head slightly he frowned, meeting her next lounge with a kick, the young vanpire thrown back be the effort of her attack and the defensive move. The brunette sighed nearing the vampire as she did that kip up thing, the annoying get right back up thing that they usually do. Next lunge met by Em's fist, the brunette grimacing at the crunch of a broken nose. "Oh, that's gonna sting in the morning babe.." Sighing he stared at the female on the ground with an arched eyebrow, extracting a hankerchief from his pocket and wiping his hands off. "It's been lovely, really..but I dun think it's gonna work out. I'd say let's just be friends..but then, I'd have to kill you and that would just...just be tragic." He nodded sagely, dropping the cloth on the unconcious figure and turning on his heel exiting the park singing softly. "Oh I need a beer..." To the tune of Old Smokey of course. reply

Entertaining Angels Unaware [17 Dec 2004|03:09pm] [ mood | contemplative ] At daybreak, Jade clocked out in the front office and hesitated at the main walkway. He'd never felt farther from sleep in his life. Instead of turning left toward his room, he turned right and began making his way down the street. He passed December's apartment building, passed the Diner, kept walking. The morning air was still cool, and he tucked his hands into his pockets. At the cemetery, he hesitated. So quiet here. It might be worthwhile to stand and watch the rising sun cast its light on the crosses and gravestones. Nathan appeared behind Jade, fading into the physical realm rather quickly. He had been called for last night by a council of angels that were watching Searchlight rather intently. They had many things to discuss with him, mainly information about some slayers, some demons, and what they saw coming in the future. And then, of course, there was talk about HER. All that, however, would take place in due time, and there would be new revelations. That was not for now, however. Now, he simply wanted to do what he loved to do the most. "It's beautiful when it rises, isn't it?" he said softly, letting his presence be known. Nathan stood in a fuzzy, gray trenchcoat. Wearing gray slacks, and black shoes, he had a more somber appearance about him. ( at the break of day ) reply

For a moment in time.. [17 Dec 2004|08:51pm] [ mood | relaxed ] Matthew groaned softly as he raised himself from the ground. He winced as he got to a sitting position. He must have fallen asleep at his books. His hand went to his hair and he attempted to calm the wild strands of black hair as he yawned. Matthew looked back to his room, the door was still shut and the house was quiet. He had no idea what the time was. His watch had been discarded to the side after he had caught himself glancing to it on more than one occasion. Matthew was wearing a pair of tan cargo pants and a black t-shirt. Both were wrinkled from the impromptu sleeping session on the ground. He winced as he leaned forward to stretch his back. He made a mental note not to sleep on his floor again. Jo paced back and forth behind the bar, getting people their drinks, taking their money, returning their change. They all knew something was wildly wrong, but no one had a clue what it might be. She glanced at the clock, wondering who might decide to come in for the next shift and release her to hunt for the night. It seemed the employees might be just making their own schedules, though it worked out all right, most of the time. Matthew got to his feet and simply went through to the bathroom where he stuck his hands under the cold tap. The water gushed over his skin and that water was then transferred to his face. He hadn't slept properly in a while and he hadn't shaved so new growth of stubble could be seen on both his cheeks. He grabbed a towel and rubbed it slowly over his face before he turned to rest his back against the sink. Jo shook her head faintly and settled on her stool in a lull between calls for drinks. She put her feet up on the edge of the sink and looked around her at everything the three of them had accomplished together. It was kind of sad, really, that Claire was gone and Jo was so powerless to reverse that state of affairs. Matthew sighed and raised his thumb and index finger to rub over the bridge of his nose. "I hate headaches." He muttered to himself. He braced his hands against the sink and pushed himself away from it. He stopped at the bathroom's mirror and rummaged out some painkillers before he left the room. He found his way to the kitchen and quickly filled a glass up with water. He shook out two painkillers and quickly washed them down with a mouthful of water. Jo slipped off the stool as the local she'd hired to take up some slack came in and moved around behind the bar. He was a friend of Andi's and had a general idea of what everything was about. She gave him a mild smile, handed over the keys and told him what he might need to know before grabbing her jacket and slinging it over her shoulder. She was out the door in a heartbeat and walking down the street with no particular aim, though she was headed in a certain Watcher's direction. Matthew slipped his t-shirt off and threw it into the nearby washing basket as he decided he needed a change of top. Matthew paused at the neat pile of ironing that was perched on the counter. His mother had obviously been keeping herself busy. He sighed softly before he shook the thought from his head. He found a navy blue tank-top and he pulled that over his head. "Much better." He affirmed with a nod of his head. Matthew looked to the fridge for a moment as he contemplated food but he soon decided against it. Matthew left the kitchen and made his way back to where he had left his notebook. Jo meandered in the half darkness of early evening, eventually ending up at Matthew's door. She had his note, and had been meaning to get back to him, but hadn't been able to get herself moving for much of anything lately. She sat on his front porch for a few minutes, watching as the last of the light drained away from the day. ( Hey, We Need This ) Jo took his hand in her own and drew it up so their twined hands rested just above her heart. She relaxed against him once again, a little shiver falling down her spine at his kiss. "I love you too Matthew." Her voice was once again soft, very gentle. He smiled slowly and simply nuzzled against her. Letting her warmth and her smell lull him to sleep. And for the first time in a very long time, it would be a peaceful night's sleep. reply

Rude Awakening [17 Dec 2004|10:44pm] [ mood | blank ] The spider was huge, at least the size of a tennis ball. It crawled across Tristan's back, over his shoulder, and creeped away without the vampire ever awakening. He rolled over in his sleep, trying to get comfortable among the gravel and rocks of the cave. A sharp object poked at his ribs and he involuntarily slapped at it with his hand, still not wakening. A warm breeze hit his face, and his eyebrows wrinkled. Something in the back of his brain told him to wake up. That sharp pain came in his side again and he rolled over, groaning, and cracked open his eye. The beast was crouched over him, his long claw probing at Tristan's ribs, his hot breath blowing in Tristan's face. Tristan saw it's face and froze. The claw pierced at him again. In a swift motion, Tristan caught the claw under his arm and twisted with all his might. The claw broke off and the beast screamed in agony. Tristan continued to roll and then jumped up to his feet in a defensive position. "I'm cranky in the morning," he growled at the beast. The thing was huge, towering over Tristan by a good two feet. Tristan was amazed it could even fit in the cave. He glanced around covertly and realized that he had most likely chosen this beast's home as a place to sleep the afternoon away. He hadn't really investigated anything. He didn't have the time. The sun was coming up, and he had to get inside. This was the first decent cave he had found. Tristan turned back to look at the creature. It had no mouth, only a gaping hole that it must have used to breathe. Tristan wondered what and how it ate. Before he could wonder anything else, however, the thing advanced at him again, with it's other claw. "Didn't you learn the first time?" The thing was slow and lumbering, like a gigantic sloth. Tristan crouched, ready to kick up at the thing's head, possibly knock it off of it's feet so he could just get the hell out of there. Or kill it. It did wake him up, after all. Then a sudden high pitched squeal filled the cave, and a fine mist spurted out of the demon's blow hole, coating Tristan. Immediately he lost control of all of his limbs. If he had been breathing, his lungs would have stopped. If his heart could beat, it would have been stilled. His vision was flooded with darkness and then he pitched face first into the ground. The beast reached down with his good arm, retracting it's claw, and clasped Tristan by his collar, pulling him deeper into the cave. reply

The way It's Supposed to Be [17 Dec 2004|11:15pm] There was no rhyme or reason to it. Adam lay in bed thinking about what had happened in the past couple weeks. So many had been lost, regained, and lost again. By all rights, he shouldn't be there. And Destiny... so much could be said about her. So much was new, yet familiar. ( Flashback ) *** ( Making Things Right ) *** ( Erasing the First (R) ) It was hard to put into words what had happened. Sure, there were technical terms, but that robbed the act of its beauty. There was only feelings of something greater than love. Feelings that filled his empty spaces and for the first time he knew how it felt to be completed by someone. How it felt to have someone fall asleep in your arms and knowing that there's no place you'd rather be. reply

[17 Dec 2004|11:16pm] A lone light pierced through the darkness, its bearer following behind it. She knew she was close. All it would take would be another day. By Sunday, she would be the most powerful witch in the world, save that Rosenberg girl. That's what bothered her. A lifetime of training and all the magickal world would talk about was this dinky spell that awoke all the Slayers. As if that were a good thing! Slayers. The stink of them permeated the town like cheap perfume. No matter. The... distractions were doing nicely. She frowned, remembering the loss of power when one died. It was the librarian girl. The frown turned into a cackle when she realized that the Watcher in question was already preoccupied. Once he found his Slayer missing, that would distract him long enough for her to win. The "white hats" -- she could hardly think the word without snarling -- had suffered greatly in these past few weeks. Not one would be able to stop her. All she needed was one more day. Just. One. reply

Maybe This Year Will Be Better [17 Dec 2004|11:40pm] [ mood | amused ] December walked along the deserted streets of Searchlight, no particular destination in mind. She was distracted, wholly distracted and she was most definitely displeased about it. Her mind kept spinning on the things that she'd been doing since she arrived in town, the people she'd met, even if that hadn't been many, and her general situation. She hadn't even bothered heading into Vegas the past day or so...which likely wasn't the best of ideas, being that she was starting to...run low to put it lightly. At least the shakes hadn't started up again yet. So she walked along, listening to her boots echoing off the emptiness of the town, and she pulled her long black trench coat closer around her small frame, trying to ward off a chill she wasn't sure was the air...or just her. From a dark alleyway, a pair of eyes watched her approach with interest. As Tyler left the alley and stayed to the shadows, he debated internally about whether he was looking at a vampire, a slayer, or a meal waiting to happen. He wasn't sure which it was, until he saw her pull the coat tighter. So, she wasn't a vampire. But what was she, and what business did she have walking the streets at night. Tyler had one of his gut feelings about her, and it told him she would be an interesting case, somehow. Tyler from his shadowed position as she walked by. "Don't you know there are bad things in the darkness here in Searchlight?" He said, as she got close enough to hear. ( Not another one. ) ( Café it is, then. ) She nodded. "Sure." she smiled at him, and it wasn't tinged with anything, just a light genuine one. "Nice to meet you, Tyler." He returned he smile with one of his own, boyish in nature that fit him well. "You as well," he replied. "I hope I'll see you around sometime soon." With that, he turned amidst the staring crowd, and exited the building, focusing his mind on things other than new friends, long walks, or the stars that hung above his head. reply

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