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[13 Mar 2007|09:09pm]

Now it's personal.Collapse )

[Open to Eve]
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[12 Mar 2007|09:50pm]

[ mood | angry ]

Good sex does not a happy vampire make, apparentlyCollapse )

[ Open to Hamilton. ]

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I did say that Pryce is refreshingly unpredictable... [26 Jun 2006|02:53am]

Continued from this post:

Open to Wesley.Collapse )
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[15 Jan 2006|07:48pm]

[ mood | trapped ]

I'm really starting to hate this cell.Collapse )

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[12 Jan 2006|05:11pm]

[ open to Wesley ]Collapse )
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[18 Oct 2005|07:18pm]

[ mood | flirty ]

Continued from Here

They should be getting out of the shower...soon...ishCollapse )

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[15 Oct 2005|07:27pm]

[ mood | blah ]

Welcome HomeCollapse )

[Open for Harmony]

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[11 Sep 2005|08:59am]

Wes and Angel continue to work things out in Wes's officeCollapse )
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[08 Sep 2005|07:47pm]

open to Lindsey or EveCollapse )
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I’d give up forever to touch you… [21 Aug 2005|08:13pm]

[ mood | scared ]

Dotted lines, inconsistency’s in ink or paint – depending on where they were – one false move and you could slip right through the break. Leaving you unable to come back and have things the way they were.

I guess I should have thought things a bit more – with logic and not my heart – when Hamilton forced me to sign on the dotted line, sign the papers that would take away my immortality and make me this weak and human girl.

But I didn’t, not a second thought or regret crossed my mind when I wrapped my arms around him and felt his warm skin against mine.

Gone. All of it. I’ve nothing left, signed it all away with a flick of my wrist. But why?

For love…I think.

Is that what mortals call this feeling that’s lurching in my gut every time Lindsey leaves to go on some mission against Angel, another screw to his plan.

Or maybe it’s this feeling in my gut that I had since they took him away… I’ve forgotten how many day’s it’s been, one day it too much for me. No, I’m not some clingy girlfriend or anything but Lindsey is just not ‘gone’ or ‘away’ somewhere.

He’s in some Wolfram and Hart holding cell and they’re doing only hell knows what to him. I can’t stand the thought knowing what I know from being liaison to the Partners and knowing that he’s down there…alone. And oh god – he’d never admit to it – scared.

I need him. I have to be near him, somehow. Touch him, hold him. Have him hold me while we lie to each other and say it’ll be ok when we both know it won’t be. As long as Angel is around nothing will ever be ok again.

The papers were signed, I was human – weakly mortal – and things weren’t making a lot of sense anymore. Pieces and parts were becoming blank and empty when I tried to remember them. Things and people that I should remember were now fuzzy and illogical. It didn’t make any sense, nothing did.

There was only one clear thought that I still had – and I clung to it like it was all I had left, because it was – that was Lindsey. He is the one memory that I knew to be true, the one image inside my mind that didn’t fade or go blank when I thought of him.

But there were other things – things I’d learned about him through the firm – that I didn’t or couldn’t remember anymore. Things I knew that I knew at some point were gone, like someone had taken the etch-a-sketch and flipped it over, erasing everything that was there. But if you looked close enough you could see the faint traces of what once was there.

Out of pure desperation and need I made a few phone calls and managed to find a way to see him, to be near him and hear his voice. I needed to, I needed to know that he wasn’t some memory that was going to fade like everything else seemed to be.

I was terrified – the girl who never got scared…before – of walking into this building, but I did. I had to, for him. Everything I did was for him, all of it.

Someone or something must be on my side because everything was there, like I asked. Harmony actually accomplished something that was asked of her, color me shocked. Maybe that’s because I told her the way to forge the blood tests the firm does so she can go back on the human diet.

I slipped on the uniform – that was only two sizes too big for me – and hid the second one under the shirt. Dropped the keycard into my pocket and slipped the hat on, hoping not too much of my hair was sticking out before I set in. I knew full well that if I were caught they would do things to me nobody could imagine.

But I still went.

Looking around I finally saw it, the idle tapping against the bars to a song I knew was his, I saw his hand wrapping around one of the bars at the end of the hall and it took everything inside of me not to sprint.

Can’t, won’t. They’ll know. I can’t let them know, if they find me they’ll hurt him. That can’t happen, protect me to protect him.

Taking measured breath’s I walked as slow as my body would let me down to his cell. I stood in front of him, nothing but two inch round bars separating us from each other. It felt like he was so far away and that I would never be able to reach him again.

Licking my lips and tucking my hair behind my ear I looked down, almost afraid to speak out of fear that I would wake up. “L-Lindsey…” I breathed, my eyes meeting his as I dug my nails into my palm determined not to cry like some weak mortal…even if I felt like one.

[Open to Lindsey]

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[09 Aug 2005|10:38pm]

[ mood | surprised ]

Hit the road jack...Collapse )

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[31 Jul 2005|12:53pm]

[ mood | lonely ]

As far as my eyes can see. There are shadows approaching me.Collapse )

[Open to anyone, enter at your own risk]

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[29 Jul 2005|06:51pm]

A quick trip to a holding dimension.Collapse )

[ open to Gunn ]
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[17 Jul 2005|06:08pm]

Continued from here and here:

I head for Angel's office...Collapse )

[ open to Wesley, Angel, or Lindsey ]
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[10 Jul 2005|04:54pm]

[ mood | crazy ]

The drop that flowed over the bucketCollapse )

[Open for Anyone]

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Happy Hell [09 Jul 2005|09:43pm]

"Good mornin', Trish" I smiled at my wife, leanin' in to kiss her. Didn't get far though. That whirlwind of a son of mine bounces up the bed shriekin' about that's how he gets sisters. Shakin' my head amused, I ruffled his hair. "Don't ya want sister, Zach?"

"Ewww, no way dad!" Zach wrinkled his nose and made a face of disgust. Scootin' out of bed, I shared a look with my lovely, beautiful wife before throwin' on some clothes. Time to get the day started. Yup. First I'll go get the newspaper. Gotta stay informed 'bout everything.

It's nice and sunny out, just like every day. Gotta love this town. Gotta love my neighbors. Grabbin' the paper from the law, I smiled and waved at O'Dawing's from 'cross the street. Gotta get together for our weekly game of bridge real soon again. Takin' in a deep breath, I closed my eyes and smiled even broader. Damn, I love this place. Movin' here was definitely the best thing we done. Hummin' under my breath I walked back to the house.

Pickin' up the boy's skateboard, I shake my head amused. How many times did I tell him not to leave it out like that. Someone might trip over it and get a bruise. That be nasty and not very fittin' for our new home. I'm gonna have a talk with the boy again. He's still so young and full of live. Ah, to be that young again.

Once back in the kitchen, I smiled at Trish as I sat down. Breakfast smelled good as usual. She's a fine woman, my Trish is. I leaned over to check out Zach's homework. Hey, science. Somehow that's familiar. Takin' the book, I smiled at him and started to quiz him to see if he's got it right. He's so gonna ace that test, my boy is. "Kay, from the top. The earth's outer layer is called?"

"The crust," Zach beams at me.

Noddin' I smiled at him. "And underneath that?"

"The mantle."

"And under that?" He looks a bit unsure. "C'mon y'know this."

"The outer core?" Zach says hesitantly.

"And under that?"

"The inner core," he says, more certain now.

"And under that?"

He seems to think that over before answerin'. "Under that...Nothing?"

Smillin' I nodded at him. "Nothin' but the soft chewy center."

"Hon? The light bulb from the oven just went out. I need a new one from the cellar.'

Suddenly feelin' uneasy, I glanced at her and shifted in my chair. "There should be some in the hall closet."

Tish smiled at with a shake of her head. "Just regular ones. Little ones are downstairs."

"But Zach was just 'bout to tell me 'bout the lithosphere."

Still smilin', she puts her hand on my shoulder. "I kinda need it now."

I sighed, gettin' up with a nod. "Kay, I'll be right back then." There's a sense of dread fillin' me as I walk to the door of the cellar. I dunno why, but I really don't wanna go down those stairs. An uneasy smile went over my face as Trish called out we kept them on the shelf where we kept the thingies. Takin' a deep breath, I opened the door and suddenly remembered.

"Then it's still Fred right? That thing is just controlin'--"

"She's gone."

"I've been unreasonable because I lost all reason. But I should't be taking it out on you. I know you've done everything you can. I'm sorry."

"You know a way. You
have to!"

"The deal was that you released the sarcophagus from custom for an upgrade, Mister Gunn."

"Then take it back! Everything that's in my head. The law, the knowledge. Take it back! Everything! Take more. Leave me a vegetable, I don't care. Just bring her back...please. "

"Nothing left to bring back. Ms. Burkles soul was consumed by the fires of resurrection. Everything she was is gone. Forever."

"Is there something you'd like to tell me, Charles?"

"Listen Gunn. I know you feel bad about your part in what happened to Fred, and ou should. For the rest of your life, it should wake you up in the middle of the night. And it will, because you're a good man. You just signed a piece of paper, that's all."

"I...I didn't think it would be one of us! I didn't think it would be Fred!"

"You know, the thing about atonement is, you never run out of chanced. But you gotta take 'em. You can't hide in some hospital room and pretend it's all gonna go away. 'Cause it never will."

"I understand not wanting to go back. Not wanting to be who we were. I understand it and I can forgive it. But you knew what was happening to her. You knew who was responsible and you didn't say anything. You let her die...I'm less forgiving about that."

The knife piercing my skin, my chest, cuttin' out my heart hurt like a son offa bitch. But it didn't hurt a much as the looks in my friends eyes when they found out what I did. It didn't hurt as much as the scalpel Wes plunged into me. I deserved that.

Just as I deserve this.
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Tick-tock... [07 Jul 2005|09:02pm]

Here’s a fun test: try sitting still and not doing a single damn thing for one minute. Just sit and count, slow and proper, one-Mississippi, two-Mississippi, right up to 60. Boring, huh? Think you could do it for five minutes? How about 45? There are 60 of those shockingly long minutes in an hour, 24 of those hours in a day, 7 of those days in a week … and by my calculations, I’ve been sitting and counting and trying not to go insane for just over 24,400 minutes now.

Sadistic undead bastard. Gonna kill him and use his ashes for confetti.

Eve hasn’t been down to visit me, and I can’t say I really blame her not wanting to waltz back into W&H just yet. Smart girl that she is, she’s probably laying low right now, but when I get out of here, we're gonna wreck some good old-fashioned havoc, my girl and me.

If I get out of here. They told me that they’re keeping me alive for information, but the fact that they don’t even bother to question me anymore makes me think they just haven’t got the balls to do me in. Gift of my species, some sort of sacred carte blanche when it comes to the Good Guy Code. “We don’t kill humans.”

Goddamn, I am sick of this place.

Watching the Fyarl in the cell across from me slowly going nuts was good for a few days worth of amusement, until he bashed his big horned head in against the wall and left me all by my lonesome again. The guards said he’d been down here for just over two months. Numbers, it seems, are getting awfully important. Two taps on the glass for ‘no’, one for ‘yes’, continuous pounding for ‘I’m-a-stupid-demon-and-want-to-play-too’ … then there are the lucky guys who know some Morse code, myself included. You learn things down here. Veritable wealth of information, rotting away in a crummy sensory-vacuum.

For Chrissake, someone torture me for information already! It’d be the highlight of my whole 10,800-minute week. My thoughts are starting to echo in my head, just like my voice when I risk speaking aloud, and maybe that Fyarl’s not looking so stupid anymore. Someone has to remember I’m down here.


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