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Slayers: Better than a pitbull! [05 Nov 2006|08:08am] Bobby lumbered down the streets, selectively shoving and tripping people as they passed by him. He smirked when they went to glare or yell, let his eyes go golden and laughed when they took off in the other direction. He finally grabbed a young brunette by the arm and dragged her into an alcove where he proceeded to attempt to undress her and keep her quiet at the same time. He finally clamped a hand over her mouth and shoved her head against the wall, working only with his right hand to get her pants off. She kicked him hard in the shins though, and he grunted. That was enough, he'd just wanted some jollies before he fed, but now he was pissed. His face morphed and if she could have seen him around his hand, she would have screamed. Yellowed fangs gleamed softly in the moonlight just before they sank into the girl's throat and tore at it. With a few slays already down, Faith was feeling the familiar hunger deep within her stomach for the first big greasy double cheeseburger and plate of fries she could get her hands on. She was on her way to a 24 hour diner she knew of when the sounds of a struggle caught her attention. It figured that somebody just had to get into a tangle with a vampire right when she was getting ready to treat herself to a meal well earned. But that's what being a slayer was all about, putting someone else's needs before your own. So, with an annoyed sigh, Faith took out her bloodied stake and stepped into the alleyway, easily spotting the two struggling figures. The vamp wasn't even trying to hide what he was doing, and the poor girl was half naked. That just really pissed Faith off. "Hey perv," the slayer called out. "How about pickin' on someone with a little more... stamina." Her little tumble with Spike had taught her a thing or two about what a vamp was capable of in the sack, and she smirked as she imagined just what a disastrous lay it'd be for a human and vampire to knock boots with one another. Not that she wanted to screw this vampire or nothing, but if he was really looking for some fun, he'd drop the girl and take her on instead. ( A hit and a miss ) ( The rules of physics ) ( The Human Firecracker ) ( Mother Hen and the X-Men ) ( I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot ) "You know, this couch ain't bad. I could probably crash here for the night, leave you with the bed. I wouldn't want to interrupt on your alone time." Ryan smiled, though the tips of his ears went red again at the flirting. He was used to it from bar patrons, but a woman in his living room was different, to say the least. "I'll keep that in mind," he smiled as he said it. He had just taken a mouthful of water as she insinuated what he might do before going to sleep and promptly choked and sputtered, leaving a spatter of water across his jeans and the carpet. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness, it pulls out if you want a proper bed.." He looked up at the clock and his eyes went wide at the time. "I would guess it's a really good time for sleep, any way you cut it though." He stood up and went to grab a pillow and blanket for her to use, brought them back and did the proper tucking in bit with a grin. Gay men were so cute. The more embarrassed he got, the more Faith wanted to egg him on. She couldn't help herself; it was just in her nature to be a bit of a bully. Besides, it was all in good fun, it's not like he wasn't enjoying himself, too. The former corpse of a man had become reanimated right before her eyes, and all it took was a little conversation and flirtation to bring it about. What could she say? She was proud of herself. In being helped, she managed to help someone else get out of their funk. Looks like that karma thing worked after all. Imagine that! While he left the room, Faith slowly climbed off the couch, much as she hated to move, and pulled the bed out. It was about as comfortable as she remembered pull out beds being, which wasn't quite as nice as some of the hotel beds she'd been sleeping in, but certainly beat the hard as nails thing they called a mattress in prison. When he returned, it did not shock her in the least that he was tucking her in, that whole mother hen routine returning in full force. As much as she hated feeling helpless, sometimes it felt kind of nice to be babied, so Faith didn't complain, though that didn't stop her from teasing him some more. "Do I get a kiss goodnight, too?" she asked, almost sounding innocent, if not for the mischief glinting in her eyes, and for the fact that she was totally puckering up her lips in an exaggerated goodnight kiss. That pain medication was sure making her loopy tonight. Ryan just laughed and gave her a sloppy goodnight kiss, just because she was clearly asking for it. "Sleep well Faith, heal quickly." He'd be there when she left, and he knew she would leave. She didn't seem the sort to stay too long. He left the little light over the shower on before crawling into his own bed and curling around a pillow that was no substitute for a lover. But he was so exhausted that he fell into a fitful sleep immediately anyway. It helped to feel safer with a slayer in the living room. reply

What She Missed [05 Nov 2006|03:47pm] The clicking of the turning signal was lulling her to sleep as she turned and pulled into the driveway. This was the first time that she had seen the welcoming facade of the one-family home that had been her home for the past year. Wiping an arm across her tired eyes, Destiny put the car into park and turned off the car, the radio fading into the quiet Nevada evening. This past semester held her captive in the library. Her life was study, study, class, study, and finally pass out in the study lounges in the wee hours of the morning, stretched out across vinyl couches or on the futon of a girl from her English class named Christine, who, upon finding her curled up in a library chair, made her come back to her apartment to relax. Luckily, this weekend, she could go home and relax in the short span of time after midterms and before finals. Eyes half-lidded, Destiny rummaged in the passenger side footwell and grabbed her backpack. The door opened and she swung her legs out as she swung the backpack over her shoulder, locking the door in one fluid motion. The door closed loudly behind her with a bump from her rear. Each piece of wood in the stairs creaked under her feet, echoing through the quiet neighborhood. The bulb of the light over the mailbox was dim, due to its needing to be changed and the fact that she hasn't gone shopping for anything lately, except for the bare essentials like food. Her savings were down, and the reserves Will had set up were depleting. Not that she'd be able to get a job. Sighing as she fiddled with the lock, Destiny recounted the meeting with her advisor in her head, the event nothing short of a disaster. "No," Destiny muttered in a mockery of her voice during the meeting, "the on, sly 'marketable skills' I have are Slaying vampires and cooking, neither of which will really help as one deals with creatures no one believes in and the other hasn't been practiced since I started eating Ramen to afford my textbooks." Letting out a small harrumph noise, she pushed the now-sticking front door with a majority of her weight and reached a hand in to turn on the lights. Her foot hit something slightly hollow and set it skidding across the room. The sound of the impact made her jump, the Slayer not expecting anything there at all. Dropping her backpack and her keys into their respective places, Destiny bent down to pick up the small package. The handwriting was familiar, the address wasn't. Sitting on the wood floor with crossed legs, she fumbled with the tape on the box. Frowning, Des scratched her head. Coming into contact with the pen keeping her hair up, Destiny pulled it out and attacked the menacing packing tape. Success! The box was opened. As she pulled the first layer of tissue paper off, she let out a small gasp. A gorgeous mask, a dried rose, and a book? It was so Phantom of the Opera. Destiny picked up the mask and held it gently in her hands, exposing the title of the book underneath. Poe. And it's an old Poe. She opened the small blue book with shaking hands, sending a small piece of paper fluttering to the floor. 1902. Jesus. Her ears caught the sound of the paper hitting the box and she placed the book gently down. The note was handwritten, with four words written down, but it was enough to make her burst into tears. Busy on Halloween?... Aidan. Oh my god. Destiny wiped her eyes with the forearm of her hoodie. Aidan... he did this for me and I wasn't even home to get it. She put everything back into the box onto its bed of red tissue paper. Taking a slow breath in and out, she tried to calm herself. Taking out her cell phone, the Slayer pressed buttons frantically until the cell phone number of one Aidan Revere was located and dialed. The ringing of the phone went on for ages until she got the voice mailbox. ( Phone Message for Aidan ) Closing the phone and putting it next to her, she lay back against the wall next to the stairs and fingered the mask and the rose. Somehow, Aidan made her day that much better, even without realizing it. Destiny just hoped he found her message humorous, or she would be as red as the spaghetti sauce. Spaghetti sauce! With a new spring in her step and all stress forgotten, Destiny ran into the kitchen, flung open the refridgerator, and started planning her "Phantom" spaghetti dinner. reply

Telephone Call For Mallory Quinn! [05 Nov 2006|05:15pm] ( Not A Journal Item ) reply

All Good Things [05 Nov 2006|09:34pm] [ mood | stressed ] Note: Occurs after Hardest Thing ------ Non Journal Entry ------ It was strange, the further you moved away from danger, the closer it seemed to get. Bethany thought she had done the right thing by getting away before it had descended upon her from the shadows of the night but it would seem that with all things, you had to expect the unexpected. The night air was punctuated with the sounds of struggle, harsh breathing, splashes of crimson highlighted the midnight black canvas upon which a battle was painted. One body fell, another followed, and with a breathless groan of pain the Slayer they hunted collided with a nearby wall. Her lip was split, her skin glistening with sweat and her body cut and battered beyond what a normal person could repair but she remained upright and just as ferocious as the day she’d been born. She was outnumbered ten to one but that was better than fifteen to one, believe it or not. Growling in the back of her throat, she pushed away from the wall and sliced open a throat with the razor sharp edge of her blade and ducked beneath a heavy swing. Her swift movement across the ground was stopped abruptly by the knife in the side; a soft gasp and a short fall had her face down against sodden tarmac. Bethany had little time to react before there was a rough hand in her blonde hair and her head was jerked back, throat movements ceased the moment a blade was pressed along the elegant arch. “We got you now, pretty Slayer.” In the next instant, Bethany’s face was slammed back into the ground, her world faded to black and she knew nothing more. reply

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