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[21 Dec 2004|07:03am] |
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It has been long time of many days since Gwen let me stay her in my room.
Eh... My English still not good. I screw it!
I do not understand Americans at times with what they think about. Gwen did not know about the changing of shoes. I say to remind of to take them off when she got to room and she ask why.
I asked if they change the shoes like in Russia and she say no.
This is a mystery!
One father should have said to me of!
She is ill now... So now I will have to play babushka for her. It is not very good... She is being sickly. Will have to find friends of hers and tell them this.
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| Itnerview With The Mortal Vampire |
[21 Dec 2004|07:17am] |
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I could take exception to insults, but my way is more drawn out. It's simply my task to help her see what's best for her now in the world.
The girl can try to deny it all she wants, but she's had her first real taste of it now... A memory of her first genuine feeding to completion. That will never go away.
She sucked his life dry until there was no more.
Like a crocodile's first bite.
Like a spider's first web.
It's a hunger, you see. One that's going to need satisfying and the more she samples, the more she'll want to take.
Whatever makes her think she can resist...? Oh, of course, there are always human delusions of morality and I did play nicely... Well, relatively for me.
I have transformed the just to tyrants, made sinners of priests, helped nations to fall and why?
Because it's what I do...
I'm already inside. I've been soaking in her for days now. She's digesting me and I'll give her all she could ever want and more besides. She's letting me marinate her and hasn't a clue on how to prevent it.
She's my little sponge.
Let's see if we can turn it black.
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| Goodbye |
[21 Dec 2004|12:23pm] |
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Dominick was grateful for Matthew's message. He knew what would be coming. It gave him time to prepare both himself, and Emily.
On the night of the spell he had sat Emily down in the living room and told her what he knew. She hugged him, hard. They had made peace with each other, and everything that had happened. There were no fears this time. Dominick assured her she would not come back as a vampire. She would be finding peace, a place full of light where she would be loved. That's what he told her. Whether he believed her or not, he couldn't say. But it gave Emily the soothing words she needed to hear.
He was sitting next to her on the sofa, holding her hands in his, when it happened. She became suffused with this golden light. Dominick was knocked backwards, unable to remain holding her. She had this look on her face of joy and warmth. "I'm not scared, Domi." Those were the last words he ever heard her say.
And then, she was gone.
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| 212-854-7234 |
[21 Dec 2004|07:24pm] |
Milly's head was spinning as she put on her bra and the rest of her clothing in the darkness of early morning. Showering woukd've been nice but she was already late from her usual schedule. She didn't turn on the lights incase they woke up Devon who was still curled in bed.
Devon... Milly glanced down at him, thinking to the moment she woke up and found her body fitting into every crook and angle of his. She'd forgotten what it felt like to wake up next to someone like that. It'd been a while. Milly pulled the covers up to his chin, fondly caressed his hair and left to go pick up Bernard's breakfast from the diner.
Milly drove towards a rising sun when she arrived back at the hotel with a bag of muffins and black coffee. She grabbed the meal-to-go and knocked on Bernard's door. Nobody answered. Milly knocked again but when nobody came and Milly was still standing alone in the row of closed doors she put her hand on the doorknob and found it was unlocked.
She tentatively opened the door. "Bernard?" she called. "Are you here?"
The bathroom door was opened which ruled out any toiletry needs he might've been fullfilling. Milly set the muffins and coffee next to last night's left-overs on the table in the corner and eyed the untouched bed. She looked around the room for any clue that'd explain his disappearance.
"Guess they did it," muttered Milly to herself when it finally dawned on her what'd happened.
She started to leave when a piece of paper sitting on the nighstand caught her attention. Milly picked it up.
Tommy
Peter
Larry
Micheal
James
Marie
Cooper
The list went on rattling off the names of people now dead Milly guessed. Son of a bitch must've remembered somehow. Her eyes followed Bernard's hectic handwriting until they stopped at a particular name.
Danny
Bernard had circled it. Milly gripped the paper tighter at the sight of his name and her mouth went dry. Why had he circled his? It couldn't have been possible. Dan was long dead by now. Milly's eyes followed the series of phone numbers Bernard had jotted down next to it.
212-906-7844
212-703-2389
212-466-6745
212-854-7234
And there it was. The magic number he'd been searching for as a connection to his past... and Milly's. Milly sank down onto the bed and her hand dropped onto her lap.
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| Shattered |
[21 Dec 2004|09:36pm] |
Destiny sat on the couch, still in his clothing. Watching Never Been Kissed, she absentmindedly twirled the ring around her finger. She had never been more happy in her life. She was his wife. She forgave him. Maybe this girl would finally have a fairytale life, instead of this vampire ridden cycle of killing she called her "destiny". At the sound of someone approaching the door, she perked up. The word Adam repeated in her head over and over and over again as she tried to look like she hadn't noticed.
William had stayed out, trying to figure out what he was going to say to Destiny. And after all this time, he still hadn't. But it was time to face it, to face her. He unlocked the door and walked in. She was on the couch, looking right at him. William looked at her, and knew this would be as bad, if not worse than he imagined. "Hello, Destiny."
"Will!" She bounded off the couch, despite the minor disappointment that it wasn't Adam. "How was your day? Did you see Adam on your way here? I found a great recipe for tonight. Adam & I have an announcement." She stopped the barrage of questions and mused, "He was going to get wine. You suppose he can drink it at home, right? 'Cause he'd be over 21 if it wasn't for him dying." She went right back into her excited mode. "Ooh! His first drink! And I'll only have a little I promise."
( Bearer of Bad News )
( Don't Kill the Messenger )
William didn't respond. Anything he said now was going to be even more cruel. He just rubbed his cheek and turned around. This went worse than he thought. As he reached the foot of the stairs, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the necklace and wedding ring. he blaced them on the post at them bottom of the banister. He turned back and looked at her with no emotion. "I think these are yours."
Destiny returned the look and stalked over to the banister. Picking up the necklace and ring, she straightened up and without a word, opened the door to leave. As she closed it, she couldn't help but let one more comment out, voice even and tinged with a slight case of sarcasm. "For Jordan's sake, I hope you're a better boyfriend than Watcher. 'Cause I'd hate to see her die and be added to that list of 'oopsies'." With that, she slammed the door.
William stood. he should go hunt her down, try to reason with her. But no way that would work tonight. He walked up the stairs, walked into his bedroom and turned on the light. He reached for his cell phone and called Jordan. When he got no answer, he closed the phone and let the sad quiet of the house wash over him.
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| The Authority |
[21 Dec 2004|09:59pm] |
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Dominick felt more focused and at peace then he had in a long time. Having closure with Emily had turned out to be a blessing for him. Now he was more than ever determined to help Kris. He had sent for some special books from the Council on slayers and sleep walking and was engrossed in them. The tea cup by his hand on the desk was long forgotten and cold.
Kris happened to be in her room. She was lying on her back, dressed in a pair of denim jeans and a black tank top. Her eyes were shut and her hair was loose around her shoulders. Black earphones were pressed into both of her ears and she was trying to relax. Trying to unwind.
A car drew to a stop outside of the house. Two uniformed cops sat in the front. One was called Michael and the second was called Tom. Michael slipped off his seatbelt and lifted his shades to take a moment to look at the house." Nice place." He commented randomly before they both stepped out of the car.
Their black boots crunched against the sand and whilst Tom walked to the front door. Michael stayed behind to lock up the car. Tom's eyes dropped to the notebook he carried with him." Miss Kris Christina Michaels." He wondered what kind of woman he and his partner could look forward to meeting. He knocked on the door three times and waited. These Las Vegas cops were a very long way from home.
( Asking For Kris )
( Protective Watcher )
Dominick stood beside her as they entered the living room. He did not release her hand. "Officers." He nodded at them, indicating they were ready for whatever was to come.
Tom and Michael gestured for the pair of them to follow them. Michael left first to unlock their car and Tom waited to escort both Kris and Dominick out of their home. Kris inhaled slowly before she followed after the two Officers.
When they were placed in the back seat of the patrol car, Dominick still did not release her hand. He kept a careful eye on her, making sure she was okay. She had her defiant, strong look in her eye again. Dominick squeezed her hand lightly; proud of her in no matter the circumstances.
Michael slipped into the driver side of the car whilst Tom seated himself in the passenger seat." Shouldn't be too much longer." Tom commented back to their passengers. Michael turned the key in the ignition and pulled away from the house. Soon enough they were out of Searchlight and on their way to Las Vegas.
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