| Parting is such sweet sorrow... |
[10 Oct 2005|12:11am] |
"Yes, you heard me. The club, all of it's funding, and all of it's contacts. They will all be hers. As of tomorrow morning, make it happen."
With those words, Julian St. Constantine hung up his cell phone, and walked to the center of his now-bare apartment. The furniture was still there, but anything that made it, well, *his* was now gone. Julian walked to where a large crate-like object lay. It appeared almost like an oversized casket, one that could easily fit a small car.
Opening the lid, Julian looked inside, as though taking inventory of what was inside. It was divided into three compartments. One was a thin area, barely wide and long enough for a person. Next was a larger compartment, which was stuffed with what appeared to be stacks upon stacks of hundred dollar bills. In the third and smallest compartment, he had a few changes of clothing.
He took a long, hard look at the contraption before him, contemplating what he was about to do. He was leaving a successful venture, and a beautiful girlfriend, all to try to find perhaps the one person who ever truly cared about him, in an unconditional manner.
Emmy was a beautiful woman, and he knew he'd miss her... but he also knew that what they had was more a celebration of convenience than any real destined relationship. He knew in his heart that when December was take to wherever it was she went... that a piece of his heart was taken as well... one he knew he'd never have back until he found where she had went... until he knew she was alright.
For months, he had been studying with every dark mage he could contact, learning every possible spell dealing with mystical forms of displacement, as well as locator spells that could span time, space, and even dimension. He felt, finally, that he found a foolproof way to find her, wherever she was.
He left a note in Star's mailbox, letting her know that the club was now hers. Then he left voicemail for Emmy, letting her know that while he'd always care for her, he had something he had to do, and wasn't sure if he'd ever be back.
Reciting a spell in Latin, Julian grinned wickedly as the casket-shaped object begant o glow brightly. As the glowing grew brighter and brighter, he stepped into it, laying down quickly and pulling the lid shut, before it finally vanished, taking him with it.
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| Losing Touch |
[10 Oct 2005|11:41am] |
College was thoroughly kicking Destiny Brown's ass. It wasn't just kicking her ass, it was the knock-down, drag-out, tie you to the bumper of a car kind of kicking her ass. Unlike the previous semester, she had taken on a full courseload and then some, and, as they say, the vacation was over. Or it would have been over, had it not been for the rapid disappearance of her classmates, and, eventually, her professors. The campus talked in hushed tones about the disappearances, not outright debating or wondering why, with every class, the class size shrunk. With the absence of teachers, other teachers were expected to pick up the slack. This meant a leniency that would not have been granted otherwise, as the faculty struggled to juggle additional classes.
It was this leniency that allowed her to patrol for the first time in weeks. Walking the streets of Searchlight with a stake in hand gave her a sense of normalcy. Within the first five minutes, she had fought a small nest of vampires who had had the unfortunate luck to have been in an abandoned building in which she did a sweep. It was a short fight, with the three men and one woman still groggy from sleep. Standing there as the dust floated away on the breeze, Destiny let out a happy sigh. Slaying, once thought of as a burden, was now considered a de-stressor. The irony of that thought struck Destiny and her mouth quirked into a slight smirk. Twirling the stake between her fingers, she whistled as she walked out into the midday sun. After so many days studying and catching up, the warmth of the sun on her face and the adrenaline that still coursed through her veins made her feel more alive than she had in a long time.
Her Slaying done for the moment, Destiny fished in her pocket for the grocery list. That was a no. The Slayer patted around her body as one is wont to do when something is missing. Still no list. As she was 0 for 2 on the clothes, Destiny slung her backpack from her back and onto the sandy ground. The bigger pocket held her books, and she rummaged underneath them for any sign of a small post-it note. Her fingers brushed velvet and Destiny thought, for a split second, that there was a small rodent inside her backpack. She tensed, but the presence of the sticky note and the braided cord that cinched the top of the bag reassured her that there were no small animal stowaways in her bag. Pulling out the bag, she peeled the post-it note off and stuck the paper in her jacket pocket. She held the small velvet sack in her hands, the smell of Em and Aidan's house wafting into her nose with the slight breeze.
Destiny smiled sadly. It's amazing how one can lose touch so quickly. She thought of Will, whom she hadn't seen in ages, despite them living in the same house. Her thoughts flitted to Aidan, who she had not heard anything from. Finally, her thoughts settled on Emmy. Out of all of her "family" members, it was Emmy that she stood the greatest chance of losing.
She bounced the bag once in her palm, deciding in that moment that, homework be damned, she was going to reconnect with everyone. With a decisive nod, Destiny dropped the bag back into her backpack, opened the door to the mercantile, and stepped inside, firmly intending to go visit Aidan and Emmy.
...At least after her sociology paper was finished.
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| They're Coming to Take Me Away |
[10 Oct 2005|11:24pm] |
The only thing more pronounced than the crack of Spike’s head smashing against the concrete wall was the searing pain that jumped along his spine as he slipped onto his knees, that very wall the only thing keeping the vampire from completely falling.
Which meant Spike was able to regroup just in time to drive the stake clutched in his right hand into the ribcage of the vampire charging him. Shriek of pain quickly changed into an explosion of dust and ash.
One down, three to go.
( Useless filth...with a nice coat )
Without so much as another word, the other three demons grabbed the battered and bloodied Spike by his arms and ankles, following their leader into the darkness. They moved in silence, the quiet broken only by the flapping of Spike’s coat whenever the breeze picked up.
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| Alrighty Then |
[10 Oct 2005|11:26pm] |
"Are you shitting me?!"
The exclamation began at conversational decibels, only to rapidly crescendo into a full-blown shriek. Star Tomlin had shown up for waitressing duties and been handed the keys to the Witching Hour kingdom. All of it; the restaurant on the first floor, the club levels spanning floors two and three, the space created for live music above that, and the penthouse apartment, seemingly left in her name.
She stomped from the employee breakroom in a huff, out of breath from the exhilaration of the letter, and absolutely pissed that someone thought she was airheaded enough to fall for it.
"Whose sick idea of a joke is this?" she wanted to know, brandishing the offending envelope high in the air, and looking every bit the wild-eyed madwoman. She was met with awkward silence, everyone quietly going about their business in the pre-opening hours of afternoon. It seemed as if she was the last one to get the memo. In the end, the bartender rescued Star by mixing her a drink, and after he swore on her Long Island that it wasn't a joke, she started to believe it.
Had Julian lost his mind? She could barely keep up with her VISA.
After her third or fourth drink, Star put her back against the bar and looked around with fresh eyes. And as the disc jockey arrived for duty, she crooked a finger in his direction and summoned him over.
"Okay, first things first? Let's talk about this music you've been playing."
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