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[25 Nov 2005|01:57am] |
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We're joined now...
She still fights it. Just needs to understand the bliss of surrender. Just has to let her darker side come home... Then she'll see.
See why she likes it. See why, when all others abandon her, we shall not.
He has now. He wants her not. A martyr he wishes to be. They're always so... Self-sacrificial on that side of things. It's terribly Japanese of them, but really does them no great favours. They may call our way selfish, should they so wish. We prefer it termed 'survival'.
She sees the error of his ways. She understands the glory felt in her unleashing, now more than ever. The release, catering to none but herself. The perfection of clarity. The true becoming of what she is.
Pure, dynamic potential, growing strong and wild.
And now? Now she understands, more and more, why Leviathan's truth is pointless to resist. Why the darkness need not frighten, but instead empower. The shadows have taken root. All they need is to bloom and it is with every refreshed taste that her garden grows.
Soon she'll see the beauty found in those orchids.
But the grand cleansing is almost upon us. I've preparations to make.
As does our engineer.
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| Wake Up, Sleeping Beauty |
[25 Nov 2005|03:25am] |
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------ Non Journal Entry ------
Kris had finally stirred into life, her head throbbed and her neck ached but she was awake.
Her memories of the night the attack had happened were fuzzy at best but she knew she had dropped the ball. A vampire had gotten the drop on her and had drunk her blood like it was wine, she'd be forever condemning herself for that slip. A slip she would work hard to insure never happened again.
Kris knew she wasn't very focused these days, too much going on in her head and not enough time to process any of it. She took the time she had in the bed to just watch the ceiling and run through the event in her head. Each time she did, the memory seemed clearer and with it came the intense burning sensation in the side of her neck as she recalled the sensation of fangs sinking deep into flesh.
A soft groan was pulled from the back of her throat as her palms flattened against the bed and she struggled against the constricting sheets to bring herself up and away. Too much time on her back, too much being down for the count. Kris was not the kind of Slayer to just lie back, rest on her laurels, too much at stake for that.
Her head spun and then her world tilted until Kris was cushioning herself against the bed using her elbows for support. A tongue swiped across dry lips before a few short breaths were taken as she tried to focus herself and she tried to steel herself against the dizziness and the nausea.
"Whoever gets off on this sort of thing is seriously sick in the head," Kris mumbled as her stomach continued to churn and her body seemed to tremble briefly.
She now forced herself back onto the bed and gave into the welcoming sag of the pillows beneath her slight weight. Brown eyes blinked a few times before they focused on the ceiling and lips curled into a slight smirk, "I hate the colour white."
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| Behind The Scenes |
[25 Nov 2005|04:25am] |
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Matthew had been clinging to a very small thread of hope, a thread that started with the prisoners, a thread born out of the knowledge that humanity wasn't the type to admit defeat without a fight.
He didn't think that the human prisoners or even the demon prisoners were just going to let the Scourge get away with whatever it was they were going to do. If Rhiannon was right and Joseph was a part of the group, he wouldn't have given up. He would have been trying to find a way out and if he could, he would have gotten other people involved and interested.
He had spent his time looking over maps and searching various websites for a part of land big enough to hold a lot of prisoners and had narrowed his results down to three possible locations, nothing concrete just yet. He had also paid a visit to a witch he had found the location of through his father and she had supplied him with a Sodalite Gemstone Sphere attached to a piece of leather.
The stone healed a person both physically and mentally, it was also good for calming your thoughts to reach a meditative state and granting its wearer with wisdom. Matthew had gotten this for Rhiannon but how he was going to get it to her and on her was another matter, one he would worry about later.
Matthew soon came back to his original point, the Scourge and their prisoners. He wondered if any of them had made it out, if any of them had managed to survive long enough to find their way back to Searchlight or any kind of civilization. He lit the tip of his cigarette and inhaled a lungful of the smoke before he pushed it right back out, greying ash built on the tip of the cigarette as Matthew continued to sort through the facts in front of him.
Whispers continued to haunt him, fleeting caresses troubled his every waking thought, and the more he fought, the harder things became. Matthew was indeed a man possessed and he knew the effects were just going to continue to get worse.
Another drag was taken from the cigarette lingering in his long fingers before the stream of smoke escaped him. "Time to check the hospitals again," He muttered, his voice was low almost ragged.
The Watcher pulled himself to his feet and as the light caught his face, it was clear to see how pale he was and how sunken in his eyes had become. He hadn't been sleeping very well and he hadn't been sustaining very well, too much going on, not enough time to simply be. He'd even taken to carrying a weapon with him wherever he went but not this time. He'd be arrested if he walked into a hospital with a blade attached to his waist and he couldn't afford that.
Tattered ends of jeans dragged on the floor behind Matthew as his legs took long strides and he found his way through his apartment and then out of the door. The cigarette was dropped and crushed out beneath his boot before another was lit in its place and the smoke trailed after him as he turned to move through the town itself.
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| How Deanna Got Her Groove Back |
[25 Nov 2005|11:13pm] |
( Working Out the Subconscious Kinks )
Deanna rolled over and checked the alarm clock. Just past dusk.
Another night without Victoria. Which didn't sit well.
Maybe it was time to pay Bethany another visit.
Celine as written by E.
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| Bon Appetit |
[25 Nov 2005|11:47pm] |
Spike grunted as he felt the side of his face crash against the hard brick that outlined the borders of his cell. It seemed like every time those demons tossed him back into his cell after a hard day’s work, he hit the wall harder than before.
And each time, the vampire left a blood stain on the drab stone before slumping onto his knees. This time, Spike hit his knees with a series of violent coughs, his shoulders hunched as he hacked and wheezed, blood splattering onto the dirt below him.
As he recovered enough to sit with his back against the wall, Spike heard a flop, followed by one of the demons screaming to him, “Gotta eat sometime, half-breed. Keep your strength up so you can work. You don’t work…well, I’ve been itching to try out my new dustpan.”
Normally, the vampire would’ve struck back with witty banter—or even better, opening his neck and draining his life force—but in his depleted state, the best Spike could do was cough and roll his eyes.
( Just tell yourself it'll taste like chicken. )
Nobody—human or demon—was going to degrade Spike in such a manner. And nobody was going to steal his coat and get away with it.
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