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The Rescue [28 Dec 2004|12:01am] Tyler knocked hard on the door for what felt like the hundredth time. He sighed loudly, as though someone might hear it and understand just how frustrated he was. But the door to William's house didn't open, and no light came on in the windows. Giving up with a exasperated demeanor, he turned toward the front steps, and slowly lowered himself to sit on them, and anxiously wait. He shoved his hands into his pockets as the night air began to give them a slight chill, and immediately, he felt the cold metal of gun's that rested in either of his jacket pockets. Jordan's guns. This only made him sigh again. He didn't know were William would be at this hour, but he hoped it wouldn't take him long to return home. It only took a few moments for boredom to set in. Tyler pulled the firearm out, and examined it as best he could in the dull light that stretched to him, shining from a nearby street lamp. William headed home from patrol, and as he arrived near his home, he saw someone sitting on his porch. Holding a gun. He drew his own pistol, and slid off the safety. It was too dark to tell who it was, but someone at your house with a weapon wasn't someone you wanted to greet nicely. William approached slowly, and when he was within a clear shot, he said, "Place the weapon down and step away from it." ( Preparing ) ( The Hunt ) ( Werewolf Meets Vampire ) ( Finding Jordan and the Escape ) Will jumped behind the wheel and slammed the door. "Come one. We have to drop Tyler at the hospital. He'll need it. Jordan seems more starved and bruised. I'll take her home with me, call a doctor to come see her." He peeled out and drove off madly. "Thank you, Devon. More than you can know." Xavier watched as he disappeared. "Next time, werewolf, I'll be ready for you. You won't walk away." Looking about, Xavier realized he would need a new home. And from the dust, he knew he'd need new minions as well. reply

Deliberate [28 Dec 2004|12:57am] [ mood | rejuvenated ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ For some reason, Devon had not been able to locate his fellow pack members. They had left no trace and the scent was too hard for him to follow. The only way he could was by changing. He hadn't wanted to do this but it was the only way to find them. Paul and Amy had deliberately hidden their trail and Devon needed to know why that was and he needed to let them know about a few changes in his life. The pack would always be in his blood, he would always hear its call but for now he had reason to stay where he was. His heart held him to Searchlight and Devon had never betrayed it. Devon dropped to a crouch and his hands caught the bottom of his black t-shirt. They gripped at the material before that same material was slid up over his back and slipped off his head. He tossed the t-shirt to the side and shivered slightly as the cool night air washed across his now very bare skin. Very slowly, Devon stood back up to his feet. The muscles in his back rippled as his neck rolled to one side and fell towards the centre of his chest. The beat of his heart was slow, methodical and did not skip a beat. He listened to it and imagined the blood pumping through his veins; he followed the rhythm and slowly released his control bit by bit. His hands worked his jeans from his hips and once they pooled at his feet. He stepped out of them and moved them to one side. His heartbeat had quickened, its beat was slightly irregular and he could feel his jaw aching from holding in the teeth he could feel growing in the back. He recalled a time when the transformation had been painful; he could still remember the searing pain which had racked his body. He had felt like he was being ripped apart, like every organ was being twisted within him and he could clearly remember the way fur had covered his body and how he had screamed for the pain to stop. It got better with time, it got tolerable and with proper thought control, you felt little to nothing. The next things to fall to the ground were his black boxers so Devon was effectively naked but he never had any problems with being naked. Throughout his early years, he had woken up in some very crowded places with no clothing so he had to form a good self esteem fairly quickly. Confidence had never been Devon's problem, he was soft spoken but when he spoke. He spoke words that meant something and he said them clearly so there was no way he could ever be misheard or misinterpreted. As he stood there in all his naked glory. Devon closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. With one breath in, he felt something go and with one breath out, his eyes opened and instead of green. They were a deep shade of gold. As they glowed in the depths of the desert night, Devon's body began to change. The first things to change were his hands. They grew, they hardened and long claws began to form. They grew from the places his fingernails had once resided. Instead of white, they were a black colour. Hair covered the back of his hand and in turn, it ran up the length of his arm. Biceps expanded and veins rose to stand upon the surface as the hair continued to cover his entire arm. Hair continued to spread but as it did, his skin peeled away to form a hard brown skin which quickly covered his entire body. Hair and skin meshed together to form a hardened shell. His chest followed with the changes, the bottom half of his ribs sunk inwards and folded around one another. The bone ground together as they joined and a sharp wince could be heard but that was soon silenced as hardened bone formed a protective casing around his heart. The heart slowed its beat long enough for Devon to concentrate on protecting the most important part of himself. Veins and muscles trailed a path up either side of Devon's neck. It grew in size and as the change reached his jaw. Devon's entire face changed, it no longer had a defined jaw. The jaw shifted and seemed to dislocate from his actual face but as it did. The jaw grew and extended down towards his chest. White human teeth were replaced with sharp razor like animal teeth. As they grew, the change overcame the rest of his face. His forehead came forward and as it did, his nose morphed into something else entirely. His ears grew and the tips faded into the long mane of black hair that now fell from Devon's head. With one final crack, the transformation was complete and a werewolf stood in Devon's place. Its head tipped back towards the sky and a loud howl was released but was cut short as the nostrils twitched. A familiar scent had prickled the wolf's senses and without a look back to the discarded clothes. The werewolf set off into the night, its feet pounding at the ground as it ran at amazing speeds. It was hunting. reply

Better [28 Dec 2004|01:09am] [ mood | blah ] I've finally recovered enough to get up. I've felt really tired since I woke and Jo's been wonderful. I can't thank her enough for everything she's done for me. All I've been doing is sleeping which is hardly exciting and yet she's been a total Angel. I'll have to think of a way to say thank you at some point. It would seem that the spell worked, all that were not meant to be have been returned to their rightful place. I feel a multitude of things but the most dominant emotions would have to be guilt and remorse. I feel guilt because I stripped so many people of their loved ones but I know that it needed to be done but it doesn't make things easier. I feel remorse because I lost someone because of my spell. I lost the one woman I love loved more than life itself. But she was proud of me because I was doing what should be done and not what I wanted done. I just wish I had the chance to say goodbye but my mother thought it best I not see her go. Perhaps this is something not to dwell on but it's difficult. I think I feel well enough to shower and I really do need one. I can't imagine how Jo's put up with me for so long. I have so much to do and I have a Slayer to check in with. I need to let her know that I'm alive and well..........more or less. Time to grab that shower. reply

Arrival in Las Vegas [28 Dec 2004|11:12am] Markham had been waiting outside the hotel for Raine and Magda to arrive and when he noted the approach of a shiny, black limo, leisurely strides took him toward the curb. "I'll take care of this." Markham slipped a fifty into the palm of the man who had been just about ready to open the back door of the shiny black limousine he had exited after pulling up in front of the Caesars Palace Hotel. "Welcome, ladies," a hand extending in offering to assist the women from the car after he had eased the door open. "Ever the gentleman, Markham." a hand reached out, fingers curling around his hand. Raine glanced up to the cloudless night sky as she emerged from the car. Taking a couple steps, Raine stopped then letting her eyes run over the exterior of the hotel. "I trust your travel went smoothly and without incident," again his hand was extended out toward the open door of the limo, a hand reaching out to take hold. "The day was cloudy when we left London, so no special precautions needed to be taken." Magda spoke softly, emerging now from the shiny black vehicle. Looking up at the hotel as she took a step to the side which enabled Markham to close the door. "Make sure the ladies baggage is brought up to the Duplex Suite in the Forum Tower," a very brief glance was given to the limo driver as he spoke, before escorting the two women into the hotel. reply

Thanks for the fun, gotta run. [28 Dec 2004|04:44pm] Tyler opened his eyes, and immediately felt as though he had been ran over by several semi trucks, one after the other. His vision was blurry, and his hearing sounded as though he was trapped in some sort of tunnel. He laid very still for a few moments, and finally his senses returned to him, for the most part, normal. He tried to remember where he could be, or what could be going on, but his memory was blank. Suddenly, he knew where he was. He was in a hospital. Tyler HATED hospitals. Still cloudy, he began to pull out IV's and various other things attached to him, or stuck in him. Alarms began to sound, as heart monitors registered no beat. But he had slipped out into the hallway before any nurses were able to respond. He tried his best to look normal as he staggered down the hallway. He got a few odd looks, but he managed his way out of the small, hilljack hospital. Tyler had grabbed his clothing on the way out, and now hurried, as best he could, across the street to one of the few convenience stores in town. After getting a key to the men's room, he slipped in and changed his clothing. Now that he had resolved that issue, he headed out into the daylight, a bewildered look from the cashier following him out. Figuring his truck was at Williams, Ty fought back the pain, and set out, on foot, to try to make it there. He had made it out of the hospital rather easily, all in all. reply

alone with all your letters [28 Dec 2004|06:29pm] [ mood | depressed ] Aidan sighed quietly to himself. He was spending the evening at home, for a change. His recent late night wanderings had proved a little more dangerous than he had bargained for, and it seemed best to spend the evening indoors after his meeting with the strange vampire called Mercy. He was curled up in a chair with a book he had borrowed from the shop - a history of the demonic influences in the Catholic church - in hopes to find out more about Mercy, but it had proved useless. Sam was sprawled on the arm of the chair, purring softly in an almost reassuring sort of way. The past few days had been... interesting. For the most part, he hadn't allowed himself to think about it. He hadn't even told Emmy about it. He wouldn't have the chance to do that for some time. ( In Retrospect ) Aidan moped around the house, not having shared a word of who he had met with anyone. After a soul-searching walk and a strange meeting with a stranger vampire, he had come home to a strange surprise. A Christmas tree with ornaments and lights, garland strung along the bannisters and little plastic santas and snowmen tucked everywhere. A stocking with his name written in glitter hung beside one with Emmeline's name, and a smaller one for Sam. A few wrapped presents beneath the tree, and tucked there in the branches, a letter. He left it for days. The new year fast approaching, he gave up. She was obviously not coming back any time soon. Aidan sighed, closed his book and trudged to the tree, lifting off the sealed envelope that bore his name. With a frown he tore it open, shuffled loose a few sheets of paper covered in neat script, and began to read. reply

thinking about how you thought you knew me better [28 Dec 2004|06:34pm] [ mood | sad ] ( Letter to Aidan ) ( Note on the Board at Unseen Insight ) reply

December's Outpatient Clinic for the Recently Bitten [28 Dec 2004|08:17pm] [ mood | cynical ] [ music | Anyways by Dynamite Hack ] In a numb, shocked way, Jade realized he shouldn't have cut through the graveyard. He'd gone back to his room immediately after leaving December's place to pick up the little present he'd found for her; he'd seen it and hadn't been able to resist it, even though he knew she'd probably laugh at him for it. Then he'd trekked over to the market for the ice cream she'd requested. By the time he'd left the store, dusk had fallen and a sliver of moon was visible in the sky. He had a stake on him, of course, but his shoulder was still extremely touchy, and he hadn't been prepared for the vamp that had jumped him, not far from where he'd encountered the guy who'd given him advice early one morning. Almost as if she'd known, she'd twisted his arm behind his back, bringing tears of agony to his eyes. He'd managed to pull away, dropping the paper bag he held and grabbing his stake with his good hand. Circle, circle, feint, dodge, and she'd gotten hold of him again, all fangs, hunger and preternatural strength. He'd gone limp, the perfect prey, figuring that his only option was to let her think she'd won. She'd twisted his neck to the side, so hard that he nearly saw stars, and sank her fangs in, drinking greedily. While she was distracted, Jade had tightened his fingers on the stake and ran it through her, dissolving her into dust. Holy fuck, it hurt. Dizzy and shivering, he'd picked up the bag he'd been carrying and began walking instinctively toward December's apartment for the second time that day. December was falling in and out of light dozing. She'd curled up under her pile of blankets and turned music on as she waited for Jade to return. A Perfect Circle's Blue was wafting softly through the apartment, and she'd lit a candle or two because she liked to have the place smell pretty...and the overhead lights were still hurting her eyes. So she figured whatever, she'd just go with candles. It wasn't as if she was doing anything she needed good light for anyways. She would start dreaming, then pull back up from sleep to blink and note that Jade wasn't back yet, then she'd drop back into her strange dreams. Jade finally made it to the bottom of the steps, and he paused to catch his breath. In his nine years as a full-fledged demon hunter, he'd never been vamp-bit. Never. He would have been ashamed of himself if he'd had enough presence of mind. It seemed to take him a long time to walk up the stairs, and he almost gave up and sat down halfway there. Almost, but not quite. He stumbled over the top step and swayed, the dizziness returning. His fingers were numb from clutching the bag he held, but he'd held onto it. He pushed his way through the door and inside, the paper bag falling out of his hand and thudding to the floor. December startled and sat bolt upright at the thud, and hissed in pain from her back and shoulder. She looked in the very dim light over towards the door, spotting Jade there in the doorframe. "Jade?" she asked, frowning, sensing something off. She didn't know what it was but..well, something was fucked. She dropped her legs over the side of the bed and took a few steps closer. "...You ok?" she asked, trying to get a better look at him, though with only two candles in the place lit, that wasn't gonna happen. ( blood, alcohol and ice cream ) ( bite wounds for everybody! ) ( getting to know you...or let's have a pissing contest ) ( wind down ) reply

Police Appeal For Witnesses To Highway Bar Slaughter [28 Dec 2004|11:51pm] Local law enforcement representatives today released some details of what has been variously described as the "slaughter" and "massacre", carried out some time in the last week in one of Searchlight's two main bars. Nathan Rhames, an employee from the formerly competing establishment, known as the Lighthouse, echoed many residents' sentiments when he said, "What happened is as terrible as it is mysterious. It only shows that we have to be careful, as well as thankful, every day that we live. There is no doubt these are strange times and we must bond together and survive as a community." This, the latest in a recent spate of unusual killings in Nevada as a whole, was termed "more conventional" by the police, who revealed they are investigating forensic leads from clues left at the scene, including bullet casings and metallic fragments, indicating an exchange of both gunfire and bladed weapons were involved. No comment was made, however, on the rumours of what one witness stated were "unusually deep" marks on some of the victims' necks. Officials did say, however, in answer to why exsanguination has been mentioned, that a copious degree of blood loss was to be expected in some of the deceased, owing to the horrendously inflicted nature of some of the wounds. But while vultures might have circled in times of old, today also marked the circling of lawyers. The property's legal status is now unknown, due to its owner's newly deceased state. A representative from Wolfram and Hart, one of Nevada's biggest law firms, is understood to possibly be getting involved, but no further details were forthcoming. Of the crime itself, police are now issuing an appeal for witnesses and talk of a cash reward was second only to the moral imperative: "'This was a sustained, violent, and sickening attack on citizens doing nothing more than celebrating the holiday period. We call on all members of Searchlight's community to remain vigilant in light of the horrific nature of this crime. Any witnesses with information are reminded that it will be kept in the strictest confidence." It was stressed, however, that while robbery was one possibility, the motive remains unclear. [Written by E!] reply

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