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Paranoid [14 Aug 2007|03:35pm] How long had she been wandering around the parks and streets in this City of Sin? As soon as the sun peeked over the horizon each morning she was out her apartment and in the streets, basking in its glow. Its comfort of denying shadows to exist. Where they were, she avoided. As best as she could, of course. Where there was crowds, she did not mind. Could not hear them. Actually, she was going to invest in one of those little electronic devices. What were they? Music pods? MP3 things... ipods! What a peculiar name. She shook her head, dark hair, tousled though clean, grazing her shoulders as she tipped her head back to look at the brightly orange sky. It was as if she couldn't hear anyone right now, especially when she blatantly bumped into them without a backward glance. Yes, as long as there was daylight she felt alright. Only five more things to collect. Only a few weeks until she would be alright. Until she could rid herself of those things. Those sneaky little wretches. The thought of them caused bile to rise in her throat and her face contorted into an angry grimace. Jo ambled along in silence, dodging the occasional careless tourist or badly hung over gambler as she went. She didn't have any particular destination in mind, she was just enjoying the sun and the crowds, a moment of peace, in a strange way. Anonymity was granted here in Sin City, certainly not in Searchlight. Like that old show, Cheers, sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name. Sometimes not. Now was one of those times. Though it seemed to make no difference to the fates or gods or whatever deity was out there granting wishes or pulling dreams apart. A familiar figure, not far in the distance with a dark head thrown back. It seemed to be drinking in the sunlight. She considered turning and going the other way, after the last time they'd met. It'd taken her weeks to get back to a semblance of normal after that. She still carried all the memories that'd been bequeathed upon her by force. Sometimes it was a burden, others, a comfort. But always it was like a foreign presence in her mind. Not always unpleasant, but she was definitely aware those memories and feelings did not belong to her. In a way, it made her feel closer to the dark witch. So she continued along the same path she'd been treading, taking her directly into Purity's little piece of sidewalk. Naturally, Purity wasn't paying attention. She hardly ever did now. Living almost in her head, away from everyone even if she was surrounded by people. Especially due to them. Those shadow people. Devious and maddening all at once, oh how she loathed them. It was no surprise that she walked into the Slayer. Quite literally. It took a blink, then another, to shake her out of her thoughts and bring her face back down. Looking for the first time around her, then directly at the blonde. And, she froze. A look of... Almost panic, but certain anxiety, washed across her. Perhaps guilt. Though maybe not for the reasons Jo may assume. Did the blonde know what she'd been doing? What she would need to do to get rid of her tormentors? No, no, she couldn't know. Quick, say something, anything, "Hello." Purity blinked again, her tall frame seeming so much more taller due to the weight she had lost. Weight she couldn't really afford to have lost, making her black shirt and pants seem too big for her frame. ( I know Just What It Feels Like To Have A Voice In The Back Of My Head. ) "I'm headed home, I didn't carry enough for a room in town tonight." The invitation was there, if not given voice. "Gotta work tomorrow and the like, you know how it goes." Maybe not, but it was such a habit to say something like that. She moved towards the door, a pack of cigarettes in one hand as she looked back at the witch. Waiting to see if the implied invite would be accepted or denied, she tucked a cylinder between her lips and pushed the rest of the pack into her pocket, a lighter ready in her hand for when she stepped out the door and into the now darkened street. Energy Spent

Excess Mess [21 Jun 2007|12:37am] [ mood | cold ] “Don’t dance with me.” It was ghostly, this haunting sentence that floated through parted lips. Dark hair falling across a pale cheek as chin was lifted in an attempt to distance herself from the young red head. “Come on, I won’t bite… You know you want too, otherwise why would you be out?” A little pout was accompanied with the tug of the witch’s sleeve, “Just the one?” Yet there was no answer. No accepting glance. No neglecting sigh. There was merely a shot glass filled with a double that was downed before the empty tumbler was settled onto the bar counter. That was all the younger girl needed, the opportunity. “I’m Sarah.” It was said with a wolfish grin as the smaller hand found the more angular and dragged the darker woman onto the dance floor. Purity was not amused. In fact, she was completely bored. Rather than getting into the whole idea of the youthful looking red head dancing against her she stood perfectly still. There was no spark of desire. No existence of arousal. Nothing. That was really all she ever felt now. Nothing. Almost, but not fully, numb. Oh, but she was getting there. ( Worth Your While. ) With a gurgled shriek, Sarah exploded into a cloud of ash, and Purity bent down to retrieve the only tooth she needed. It was stuffed into her back pocket as she walked outside. One arm being lifted up to wipe across her mouth until she slumped against the back alley. Doubling over as her body naturally rejected the dead blood she had swallowed. Ribs ached as stomach clenched again and again to pump the foul liquid out of her system. As she stood up, wiping her mouth again, a whispered rather airy voice tinkled, “You disliked her for she was more alive than you.” The witch didn’t even look at the shadows as she began her walk home; instead she gave a mirthless smirk. “Whatever. You’ll be gone soon enough, you One Dimension pain in my ass.” Energy Spent

Release Me [17 Jun 2007|11:27pm] [ mood | exhausted ] I can’t handle another sleepless night. What’s wrong with me? Does it happen to everyone? Of course not, how fucking stupid. Was it happening before the shadows, or after? I can’t remember. What day is it anyway? Like it matters… I should get coffee, I’m running out. Maybe even order a steak. No… Food isn’t a good idea, stick to liquids. Liquids don’t come back up. If I could just get some sleep I’d be able to think straight. Straight, as if anything is straight about me, please. I can’t even keep my eyes closed. Is this what eternal damnation is? My eyes sting so much… I could grab a beer, alcohol induced sleep might work. No, that’s bullshit, I tried that two… Three… No two, nights ago. Didn’t I? Where the fuck do I get the menstrual blood of a werewolf anyway? The list is too fucked up; I’ll never find it all. They’ll never go away. Las Vegas looks good at night, from my window. Better if there was a storm. ( Insomnia (Adult Content – Mild Graphic Imagery) ) There must be something I’m missing in the books. Which ones did I read? I can’t get over the fact she tore it out my hand. Bitch. She wouldn’t like it if I tore a stake out of hers would she? Why did she even visit, isn’t it obvious I’m putrid compared to her? I’d never match up. I like her smile. Does the werewolf have to be transformed to get the blood or can she be in human form? I need to get the dagger… That sacrificial one for later on, once I have everything. I want coffee but I don’t want to move. I feel so heavy. Why are my eyes still open? I’ll fix things. They’ll get sent back where they belong. Just because I can hear them doesn’t make me crazy. So what if no one else can. I know the truth. I’m not crazy. I just need sleep. That’s all. Just sleep… Why wont it come? Energy Spent

Severance [15 Jun 2007|03:34pm] [ mood | crazy ] “Emptiness does not bring the release you seek.” The voice was airy, almost tinkling as it breathed around her. “Though you deny yourself the truth, a feeling such as that cannot vanish.” It was almost clinical, in its observations. Like a new doctor inspecting patients behaviour behind a glass wall. Purity pivoted on her heel in the middle of the street, turning to face the brick wall where shadows were dancing across it almost hypnotically. It wasn’t terribly late, a good half an hour before midnight at least. Yet dusk brought with it all the shapes and shadows it could in the neon city. “Fuck off.” It was muttered, although her hand came up to point at the wall, drawing a few curious glances towards her. It sighed; she heard it, like a giant exhale in the form of wind. With a snarl she stalked off, her long legs carrying her quickly down the street. Her shoulder smacking against someone else’s with abandon. The pain it caused was not noticed. “Cutting yourself from your species does not change the fact you are one of them.” Purity gave a snarled grunt, spinning to glare at the building, shadows moving as they should with so many people around. “I am not cutting myself off from anything. I know I’m human, you stupid cunt.” She emphasised her point by slapping her palm hard against the rough wall, her palm scraping enough to leave a few small red traces where the skin scraped across the surface. Again, people stopped to stare at her, eyebrows lifting and quiet muttering starting up. Green eyes flashed as she glared at them, “Got something to say?” The small group looked away, mumbling as they walked on. “They presume you’re intoxicated. Perhaps mentally unwell.” The witch ran her hands roughly over her face, finger tips burying into her hair in order to grab it in handfuls and tug. “I am not crazy!” It was whispered fiercely through gritted teeth as she doubled over, elbows resting on her thighs. “Yet still you feel so unsure.” Purity stood up so abruptly, she actually hit a woman walking past. “I am sure! Just fuck off!” This time her voice was not lowered, it was shouted at the building even as she strode off. Teeth gritting together as her breathing started to become uneven. People instinctively stepped away from her, though they did turn to watch her walk off. It paused, then spoke again, still following her like it was her own shadow. “You believe that would have more conviction if everyone did not believe you were talking to yourself.” Purity ignored it, her jaw muscle giving a spasm slightly as she clenched her teeth together, her lips forming a tight line. “You doubt that you are not.” A deep breath was taken in through her nostrils, her chest heaving as lungs started to burn. “You believe you do not know what is real and what is not.” She snapped, “Enough!” It was screamed as she turned to face the tainted shop window. “Whatever you are, you’re gone. You can go and fuck with someone else’s fucking mind you lowly piece of shit!” It was screeched as her fist was thrown and connected solidly with the window. The crushing force caused a spider web pattern across the glass, smeared with crimson from her now bloodied knuckles. “You don’t belong her!” Again, her fist hit the window, “Stay the fuck away from me!” An arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back, the young man was saying something soothing trying to calm her. Tell her it was alright, to just calm down. It didn’t work out as he planned, when Purity spun around, wrenching out of his grip and shoved him full force into a group of on lookers. “You can all burn you judgemental hypocritical bastards!” With that shouted, she broke into a run. Sprinting down the street and pushing people out of her way. The wave of panic was almost deafening, all she could hear was muffled shouting behind her. She did not stop. Not once, until her burning legs carried her into her apartment. The door was slammed behind her and she slid down it with a choked sob. She wasn’t crazy. She knew she wasn’t. She couldn’t be… Could she? “Perhaps that display was not really necessary.” Purity stood up, moving to turn all the lights on in the apartment. No shadows were visible when the fluorescent lighting buzzed to life. None. She would send it away, she already hard the first part of the spell. The trick was, getting the other ingredients. Purity would do it, she would have too. She could do it. She wasn’t crazy… Energy Spent

Violate [14 Jun 2007|10:18pm] [ mood | cold ] People say time heals all wounds. They tell you things get better. Eventually, you will forget. The sting will lessen. The burn of humiliation will pass. The raging fire of anger will be quelled. Like a phoenix, you will rise from your ashes as a new, wonderful being. Free from hurt and ill feelings. A fresh start. An awakening which causes a beautiful transformation within you. You’ll learn to laugh again. To smile for yourself instead of for everyone else’s benefit. You’ll be able to trust and look back to your past without any hard feelings on it or anyone else. They say it isn’t easy. They say an eye for an eye. They say it’s alright to fight for the right cause. They say that war is necessary. They say Botox makes you beautiful. Yes… People say a lot of things… Like an itch under her skin, she rubbed her hands roughly over her arms. Slender fingers clinging, as if trying to remove the skin. Remove the restlessness flowing through her veins. Fingernails had been chewed so thoroughly that the skin around her fingers had started to become subjected to her questing teeth. Raw and bleeding in places, yet she didn’t notice. Didn’t care. Perhaps lack of sleep caused it. Perhaps it was the fact that suddenly, she realised she was about to break Whatever was causing it, the dark woman was teetering on the edge, there was no doubt about it. Her movements were jerky as her hands went up to run through her hair. Clenching hands pulled on the thick tresses as she took a deep breath. Then smoothed her hair back down. Ran her palms across her black shirt, harshly against her black pants, just as the voice in the bedroom called out, “Baby, what you doin’?” Teeth were gritted together as the cold water was turned on. Cupping one hand under it, she drank it down, and then ran her hand through her hair again. “Out in a minute.” It was quiet, ghostly almost in the sense her words seemed everywhere yet nowhere all at once. With hands on the sink, green eyes looked back at her reflection. So pale yet so dark. There was almost a waxy sheen to how pale her skin had become. Such a contrast to her dark hair and clothes. Her hand disappeared into the back of her pants, long fingers pulling out a dagger that had once meant so much to her. The jewels on the handle sparkled menacingly, as if trying to make up for the dullness in her eyes. She weighed it in her palm before tightening her grip around it. With one last glance at herself, she walked out of the bathroom and into the woman’s bedroom. Her name had been forgotten at the bar. The bindings looked good on her. Spread out on the bed, it would have been erotic if that was what she was wanting. ( From The Inside. (Adult Content: Violence) ) It all happened so quickly, but it felt like an hour. Sweating, the nausea hit her like a brick in the stomach. She dropped to her knees with such force that the woman on the bed jumped. “Baby you ok, you trip on my shoes?” The concern was so genuine that the dark woman had to laugh. It was barked out, in a high pitched fashion. Oh… If she only remembered ten seconds ago… Standing up, she untied the woman’s wrists, leaving her there with nothing more than a simple. “I have to go.” Disgruntled, the strawberry blonde sat up and slid the blindfold off, “But you said you were going to fuck me!” She pulled the door shut behind her before Purity’s lips twitched into a slight grin. “I just did.” Energy Spent

Works Wonders [17 May 2007|03:30pm] [ mood | weird ] Unlife was finally great again. Things were going well in Victoria's world, considering the extended bout of depression, self-hatred, then getting made human and almost being killed in World War Two. She deserved a break. And having little or no compulsion to kill anyone confirmed it: Love had found her and she didn't give a damn. Well, technically, she had relented and embraced the inevitable, but sure, circumstances had hardly been at their easiest until recently. After the longest time, Victoria was learning how to genuinely have fun again. She was actually socialising and that was something she had not done in an age, depression or not. It was also something she wished to do somewhere unfamiliar, hence why her chosen venue for the evening was not in the shape of Fang Noir. She was part of the neon paradise again. Familiar territory was not exactly what Purity had been aiming for, but after a few drinks on an empty stomach with lack of sleep dating back over a week... Well... The witch found herself standing at a bar ordering a double shot of Southern Comfort and a bottle of beer. ( Measured ) ( What You See ) And if Purity eventually chose not to reach the heady heights of an offered position, then there were others in the locality who might yet do. "Enjoy yourself, won't you?" Elfleda said so with chin resting upon the back of one hand slipped delicately under chin. She would watch the girl depart and then gradually vanish in a dark haze. Her presence, however, within the witch, would linger on. Linger on and continue growing. Energy Spent

Broken Wings [07 May 2007|12:55pm] [ mood | apathetic ] The harsh sound of a page being ripped out of a book was the only sound in the deafening silence of the apartment. The book then thrown against the wall as the page was carefully slipped into a plastic sheath and clipped into a ring binder. Like a fallen paper butterfly, the pages of the thrown book struggled against the wall as it fell; desperate to cling onto anything to stop it’s decent. The only peace it received was the muffled thump as it finally fell onto the carpeted floor. Light seemed incredibly scarce, the only sign of it was from the still open blinds of the living area. Las Vegas blessed her with its neon shower that tried to stream inside her place of dwelling. It wasn’t that she had no electricity, she did, of course. It was a matter of principle, and a deep darkening feeling that she chose to work by scarce light from outside rather than the harsh glow of fluorescent lighting available to her. Another page ripped from a book, then another, each placed carefully into the plastic sheaths with such contrasting care than the brutal distaste they received when they were ripped from their spines. Each clipped almost ritually into the ring binder as slender fingers expertly flicked through another book. With eyes cast down she blinked slowly, focusing as much as she could before a necessary rub to them was given. Stinging was a feeling she was coming to expect. When had she just stopped sleeping? Insomnia could be both a blessing and a curse. Of which for her, she was unsure. Everything seemed slightly surreal now. As if what was there wasn’t fully there, and vice versa. Caught in a dream with her eyes wide open. That was when it happened, in midst of her quiet epiphany, the shadows on her wall moved. Just enough movement to cause her green eyes to look up and glance at the wall. The only sound was of her lungs sucking air inside herself and expelling it. Sitting like that for a moment longer she showed complete lack of care and went back to ripping more pages out of her books. Like the wind, a very light, very airy whispered tone was just barely heard as it breathed. ”Watching… Waiting…” It was so faint in fact, that when the women looked up at the wall again she believed it was the man across the halls television being played just a little too loudly. That was until, of course, the shadow on her wall swirled and seemed to get sucked into the wall, leaving a much paler shadow behind that was originally there to begin with. Purity stood up, walked past the wall, and straight into the kitchen. She needed more coffee. Energy Spent

Dark Inside of Me [29 Jan 2007|01:04pm] “Wouldn’t mind taking you for a ride, darlin’.” The bear sized hand reached out and smacked the woman’s rear with a sharp crack of sound. She froze, rooted to the spot as she heard the rowdy laughter from the man and his buddies all standing at the bar, swigging there whisky with a grin. Her back stiffened, her muscles tightened and her jaw clenched. Slowly, she turned around, black eyes swirling like boiling oil, thick and surreal, as she gazed at the three of them with distaste. “Huge mistake.” It was said evenly, her lanky frame standing there in front of the taller, stronger males. “Now c’mon sweetness, don’ be like that. I’d show you a good time.” More laughter filled the air and she grit her teeth slightly. Then it happened. The darkness inside her erupted with a vengeance, and her face split into a twisted smile as she pushed her hands out. They didn’t see anything, only little sparks of blue danced across her knuckles, but they did feel it. The three of them tumbled backwards like so much discarded trash in the wind and collided with the club door. “You want to give me a good time?” Her booted feet carried her forward as she stalked towards them. An invisible wind sweeping around her dark clothes and tugging at them like naughty children. The guys struggled to stand up, drunk and disorientated, the one who grabbed her rear turning just in time to see the dark haired woman stride up to them. Her hand slicing through the air as if she were about to slap him, but falling short. The magic hitting him square in the chest as he burst through the door, the glass in its window shattering. He landed with a hard thump on the sidewalk, grunting and shaking his head like a disgruntled bear. “Look, lady, I was just having some fun, jesus!” She sneered at him, lifting her hands up in a shrug. “Sure, why the fuck not, most people have been just having fun at my expense lately why not you too?” He gave her a confused look and pushed his hands against the ground to stand up. With a snarl she shouted something in a language he didn’t understand. The air shimmered and despite the chill that was there, seemed to heat up quickly around him. His arms flailed as he suddenly found himself lifting off the ground, the air whipping viciously around the woman in black whose hands were outstretched towards him. He barely had time to scream as his body was flung backwards like a rag doll, and straight into an oncoming car. The sickening thud of his body was only dulled out by the screeching of breaks and screams from the woman inside the car. His body smashed the windshield, tumbled across the top of the car and hit the road like a slab of beef from the butchers. The sound thick and wet as it contacted the tarmac. The dark woman stood there, breathing hard, her skin shining slightly with the slight sheen of sweat on it. Her heart thumped and there was a low rumbled growl much like an animal would make. Her lips pulled back in a vicious sneer, her hands now balled into fists. Then… Purity turned, with a high pitched laugh, and walked away. Energy Spent

In Dreams [28 Jan 2007|11:36pm] [ mood | hot ] Kicking her boots off, leaving her clothes on, Purity stumbled and let her body fall onto her bed without pulling back the covers. Her eyelids were heavy enough that she didn't bother fighting to open them any more than she absolutely had too. So with a deep, sighed, groan, she let the welcoming blackness wash over herself as she lost herself in sleep. She had been out again. Another club, another night, another wasted day of doing nothing in particular. That was the way everything was happening lately, she just didn't care anymore. What was the point? She'd decided to just jump off the band wagon and slip so easily back into her old lifestyle. Maybe she shouldn't have went to Heavens Peak to do that, though. Colours blurred, and images spun as Purity found herself sinking deeper into her own little dream world. Lucid dreaming wasn't a new thing for the witch. It was something she often enjoyed, but tonight, as the vision of her old bedroom came into focus and she looked around at the trashed room with holes punched and kicked in the door, well… She could tell this wasn't going to be as relaxing as sleep was meant to be. Walking over to the shabby expensive wardrobe, the dark witch pulled the doors open to glance at the contents, she rummaged through the things all on the bottom. Shifting a back pack and leaning in further to move a pair of jeans, only when she moved her footing got lost and Purity found herself falling face first into the wardrobe. Only to land face first on the dance floor of Heavens Peak. The witch stood up, brushing herself down and then looked around at everyone dancing in slow motion, though there was no music playing. ( Weakness Is Never Attractive ) "Good girl," Bethany all but purred as she stepped closer. "Do what needs to be done, Purity." Then she stopped and brushed the briefest of kisses across Purity's lips until she vanished, her taste lingering on the witch's mouth and her scent clinging to her clothing. Bethany had been there but was now gone, just like she had been over the last months. Purity moaned softly, rousing from sleep, and hating herself for letting the dream go. When her eyes opened though, they were still oily black. The restless darkness within her had just been unleashed with the aid of a dream figure. With the manifestation of all her fears and anger portrayed by Bethany. She sat up and swung her feet from the bed to stand up. The bitch about memories were they unlocked your senses and Purity could swear she could taste Bethany's lips on hers, could swear that she was smelling the woman's perfume and scent on her skin and clothes. With a rub of her jaw, the witch wandered to the bathroom. Some time alone in a cold shower was needed, and then? Well… Today would be interesting… Energy Spent

Can You See [20 Jan 2007|01:19am] [ mood | apathetic ] It sparkled; shinning like a flowing metallic river with smooth curves and a sharp under current. Neon lights played across it, distorting the image of such a beautiful creation. Turning it into a deformed, malicious looking mechanical creature. Slowly, a pale, strong hand slid from rear, along side, and over the front of it. Stroking it like one would an animal lying on a vets table ready to be put down. Head was then dipped, dark strands of soft hair reaching past skin to caress the metallic shimmer of paint as a delicate whisper of, “I will miss you.” was given. It was said too the vehicle. Yet was meant for a vampire. Standing up, hair was blown back as a wind whipped around the woman. Tugging at her fitting pants and black silk shirt. It didn’t chill her though, she was already cold inside. Like a pool in winter, the woman was slowly freezing over with each passing day. Lips parted and a deep burning lungful of icy air was sucked in. Tip of tongue grazing over them, leaving a shinning glaze of saliva that cooled and dried almost instantly. Then, metal object was passed from left hand solidly into right. That hand gripping and giving a sliding rub first up to curved hook like handle, then back down to thinner jagged edge. That was where it was gripped tightly with both thin, powerful hands. Palms were twisted against it as it was lifted back over shoulder. Another lungful of air was inhaled, and then exhaled as the metal whistled through the air and the rod collided with the windshield with such force that it shattered it and went straight through. Buckled, like something plastic, the glass spider webbed and dipped sharply in the centre where a chunk was now missing. The crackle sounding out like a bolt of electricity had just struck the crowded street. Someone screamed in alarm. The metal was wrenched free and another vicious blow was given to the hood, denting it like it was aluminium foil. The headlights were next, erupting into the air in all its coloured plastic glory as if a miniature fire works display. Side windows were smashed so forcefully that the glass shattering inside the car chipped the inside of the other windows across from it. Nothing was safe. Everything got the same destructive attention. The trunk was popped and a plastic bottle filled with gasoline was taken out. The cap being unscrewed and the car being doused liberally with the liquid. With quick strides she moved to the front of the car, the empty bottle being tossed aside as a book of matches was lifted from her pocket. Snapping one off she struck the tip against the sand paper strip on the side. It burst into life with a sizzle. Then sailed through the air… Flames engulfed the car greedily. Lapping at it like a pack of hungry wolves on a deer carcass. People jumped back, others ran in the opposite direction. The woman stepped closer. Eyes black like oil, her hands rose into the air and plunged the sharp tip of the crow bar straight into the hood of the car. Leaving it standing there like a symbol as the gift burned, and smoke choked the air. Turning, she left the scene of the flaming wreckage that was once something she cared for. Leaving it to burn. Right outside Fang Noir. There were some things she was, and always would be. Being paid in any way, shape, or form, for her affections and intimacy would not be tolerated. No matter what she was… Purity was not a whore. Energy Spent

Vital Signs [07 Jan 2007|08:10pm] [ mood | drained ] Bedraggled... She was a very bedraggled little Victoria Foxworth. Feeling groggy and mentally sodden, the vampiress felt quite awful. It was like an earthquake-sized hang-over, but somehow without so much sensitivity to sound. Her first port of call was to a telephone. Deanna either was not picking up or the brunette's sense of recall had caused her to successively dial the wrong number, which left her relationship's significant other as someone to reach out to. The actual message was composed of a half-meaningless string of random words, but there was enough there to have understood who was leaving it and the need to meet her in Fang Noir. Victoria had designed the place to hold two VIP rooms, complete with individual bathrooms. One of them, situated off to the left, was usually occupied by herself, even though she kept a place at the Bellagio, for those important moments. They were hidden behind sliding doors, but certain individuals were allowed to know where - especially if they had been previously nursed back to health in one of them. ( You Can Turn to Me ) ( The Next Level ) ( Trying to Put My Trust in You Takes So Much out Of Me ) ( I Froze Inside Myself and Turned Away ) ( That Does Not Begin to Justify You ) Victoria's snapped answer was just about defensive enough to cause suspicion and, in equal merit, an understanding that some things were better off left unexplored. Besides, she hardly seemed like someone in possession of teeth like that. While his first idea was that of an animal, the girl seemed relatively unharmed, apart from the obvious. Where was the physical evidence of being mauled? Why were her clothes not scratched to ribbons? Why no other bruising? It was quite the enigma. Still, there was talk of similar victims being brought in, every now and then... Taking up a chair, Victoria held onto partner's hand as she began her vigil. One she felt duty-bound to abide by. One day they would all end up on a daytime talk show, Victoria was sure of it. Energy Spent

Drink Up [10 Nov 2006|07:51pm] Jo parked her truck directly outside the bar with a faint smirk and walked inside. She knew the bar tender, a few of the regulars and she sent nods of greeting around as she ordered a beer and took a table for herself and what would soon be her company. It was nice to frequent a place where you didn't have to pay some careless kid to park for you, or park in the back forty of some massive lot and walk a mile to get to the door. She appreciated that a lot. She took a couple sips from her bottle and laid her cigarettes and lighter on the scarred wood of the table next to the chipped glass ashtray. Purity soon followed. Driving for once, in her very own car. The one that Victoria recently got her for turning the woman back after she accidentally wound up as a little black cat. The witch parked and walked into the bar. Many eyes all landing on her because she was a stranger. Some muttered words followed her about "townsfolk" but she completely ignored them in favour of the bar. Ordering a Southern Comfort she turned around, elbows landing softly on the wooden counter as her gaze travelled around. Finding Jo with a half grin, she pushed off the counter and made her way across to the table. "Well hey." It was said in that usual low smoky tone as she slid into the opposite chair from the Slayer. "Nice place." The witch meant it. Jo was comfortably slouched in her chair, half watching the flickering TV over the bar as it showed the news and weather. All the talk was of elections and strange flickers or random appearances or disappearances. She straightened up and greeted Purity with a smile when she came over, bottle raised in a casual toast, "Hi there, thank you." She laughed softly as she watched the other woman slide into the chair opposite. ( Lesbians In The Army”>  ) ( Like To Be Eaten ) ( Different Strengths ) Looking at Jo, the witch gave a soft grin. "I'm afraid it's time for this girl to take her ass home, but I will swing by The Lighthouse sometime this week." And the occult book shop, for that matter. Jo flushed slightly at the appreciative look on Purity's face at the mention of their activities that night and smiled too. She still felt a little awkward about it, but at least she didn't feel so horribly guilty anymore. "It is nice, yes." She stood up and collected her cigarettes and lighter from the table and came around. "Thank you for coming out to meet me, it was nice to hang out like this." She was within arm's reach, but she didn't offer any physical contact. It wasn't really her style to initiate it, but she did give a broad smile. "I'll save a bar stool for you, get yourself home in one piece alright?" The blush was noted and Purity chuckled quietly. Some girls were just fun to fluster. "I would hope so, otherwise you'd need a career change." Who wanted to work a job they hated? Seemed far too stupid to even consider, yet most of the population did. "Yeah it was pretty cool. Thanks for inviting me." Like Jo, Purity likewise didn't often initiate any physical contact. Unless it was violence against someone pissing her off. Which Jo witnessed the first time they met. Woops. The witch nodded with a grin. "Of course, you do the same, Jo." Energy Spent

Call Back [15 Oct 2006|12:38am] [ mood | cheerful ] True to her word, Purity called the hotel that Deanna was supposed to be staying in. Making sure she had the correct place she declined the offer to connect the call to the woman's room. Instead she waited until mid day and called back. If the woman had drank as much as she had appeared too she would have still been sleeping it off. That was why she was only calling back just now, a little after four o'clock. When she asked to be connected the man put her through, the line now ringing in her ear as she walked out of a coffee shop, sipping from a foam cup. Deanna grumbled and pulled the mask off her eyes as she awoke to the shrill ring emanating from the bed-side table phone. One yellow eye peered at the alarm clock, and fangs snapped at the intrusion. Who the fuck was calling her in the afternoon? The vampiress was sure she'd put a 'do not rescusitate' before dark order on her room at the concierge desk. “Somebody’s not gonna see the midnight hour," she groused, a moment before picking up the phone. "Yeah?" she mumbled into the receiver. "Sorry, I thought you'd be awake. Just calling to see you made it home alright?" Shit, she'd just started Deanna's day off with a hangover. Well, she had been requested to call her, at least she'd held off. Sipping her coffee, Purity walked down the street, stopping to gaze in a shop window at nothing in particular. "I can call back later if you want." The voice rattled. Purity. Damn, she'd forgotten. Okay, Deanna hoped she'd have called before the sun crept into the morning sky, and the lack of a message made her think the dark-haired woman wasn't as 'pure' or forthright as her first impression implied. Nope. She was just being cordial, the redhead assumed. To give someone a chance to 'sleep it off'. "No! Oh gosh, no," she quickly countered. "I, uh..." Quick, make something up. Think like a middle-aged woman who just took a baby step out of the closet, got way too drunk for her own good and keep her on the phone. "I woke up earlier but was kinda, well, sick ya know? So I laid back down and..."Deanna made effort to blow out unneeded breath. "Okay, I'm hung-over. That'll teach me. But I'm really glad you called." ( Talk of Coffee ) "Wouldn't want that." Purity chuckled softly. "Alright, I'll see what she says, I think you'll like Victoria, she's great." The smile was genuine, so was her statement. The Vampire was just so easy to talk to, that sometimes you just forgot what she was. "Victoria? Pretty name "Not exactly what Deanna had set out to do, but she was a chaotic demon at heart. Maybe she wouldn't win the bet, but she'd get her fun in other ways. "Okay, so why don't you call me after you've touched base?" She stood now, stretched her legs out. The sun would be setting in two hours. The redhead decided to get an early start, order a pot of coffee and watch Ellen. Then a quick jaunt to the shops to find something... appropriate for their impending coffee date. "If I'm not here, just leave a message, k?" "Will do." Purity took a deep breath of fresh air. God did she love October. The smells, the crisp air, the bite of frost. Earthy and real. "Enjoy the rest of your day, Deanna." Purity felt good. She'd made a friend and arranged a coffee... Thing. Energy Spent

Catching Up [21 May 2006|07:40pm] [ mood | impressed ] Fang Noir's latest incarnation had, indeed, been the success which its owner had hoped for. With that very success, however, during this initial time, came responsibility and Victoria, while not quite run off her feet, was needed to plan most of the themes and whatever came with them. Eventually things would calm down and be rather more settled, but until such a time, she had to spend most of her evenings there. Of course, that also meant that her own private chambers could now be moved to on a more permanent basis and the various hotels she had been occupying could now be given up in favour of that. In short, Fang Noir was now taking up a lot of time and energy, but at the same time, it was a labour of love and Vicky enjoyed it. ( Catching Up. ) Light smirk almost curved red lips. Learning and increasing her own skills at the same time as having a crowd to entertain. Weather it be with facts or fireworks it was still a intriguing idea. One she felt she couldn’t afford to lose. With a nod of her head, Purity lifted her gaze to find that of Victoria’s. “You have yourself a deal.” Energy Spent

Strawberry Gashes [09 Apr 2006|12:29am] It was only a matter of time before she inevitably stayed at one of those little motels. Just on the outskirts of the Nevada desert, Searchlight. A little town that probably had its fair share of inbreeding just like the best of small, way out of town places tended too. What were they, villages, a smudge on a map? Some partially forgotten and over looked place that you could walk into and just know it was beginning to become a ghost town. Too little tourists and too many hostile vigilante son-of-a-bitches watching your every move like trained hawks. With a pair of pliers, ready to rip your teeth out for one stray cuss word. Fresh meat. She’d saw the movies. Could feel all the eyes on her when she’d walked into the little motel and handed over some rumpled up dollars to have a room for the night. The sun was being drowned, and she sat and watched it. On the edge of a bed that had seen better days and worse people than she. The room reeked of stale cigarette smoke. Curtains that had once been crisp summer yellow now hung like some suicide victim. A deeper, murky plaque colour that caused her to instinctively run her tongue across her teeth. The after taste of some cheap soda from the vending machine reawakening in her mouth by the action. The can had been pushed together in the middle. Like an abstract version of an hour glass, if you looked at it side on. Though she wasn’t looking. Not at her hands. Not at the can she was bending back and forth. The metal weakening further until it finally gave way. One sideways twist and the thin metal peeled back, like the skin of an orange. Breaking in half with the smallest of echoing clicks. ( Feel It Burn. ) With a yawn she kicked off her boots. Pulling her legs up and slumping back on the bed. The remote for the T.V. was snatched up and she flipped through the channels until finally finding something that interested her. With the barest of sighs, her eyes closed just as soon as the first commercial started. Purity was asleep in seconds. Energy Spent

Dark Night [01 Feb 2006|11:43pm] [ mood | contemplative ] Tiny, barely visible hairs rose and prickled over warm flesh at the base of neck. A whisper of cold blowing over the skin like some ghost of a past lover. Head was dipped only slightly. Enough to send that haunting shiver straight down the spine. The muscles of shoulders then back all tensing then relaxing in a wave. Causing that shiver to ripple out over pale skin until it was decorated with goose bumps. Though it was only her eyes that moved. Clothes that hung to her frame loosely flapped silently like shadows against her body. Clinging as if afraid of falling from such a height. Booted feet were solidly planted on the highest point of one of the most popular casinos in Las Vegas. The stars twinkling like little dots of light in a very big tunnel. Forever out of reach no matter how high you managed to climb. It was all the same. People wandering around outside, ignorant to what darkness surrounded them. That was why she was watching them all. In flashy cars, with flashier clothes. Shoes that cost more than her hotel room for two months. Teeth whitened so much they could blind someone. Fake smiles with fake faces to accompany their fake personalities that were hand in hand with their fake friends. Nothing, it seemed, was not able to be changed or improved. Why anyone would pay to have ass implants was beyond her but they did. With a soft shake of her head, gaze was re-directed to the many buildings. All flashing and glowing like an adult amusement park. One wrong roll of a dice and you could be selling your soul. It was easy though, to get swept up in it all. The greed, the need for material things simply because you had to have it. Everyone at some point was guilty of it. Just some more than others. Who was she to care anyway? A quiet breath was stolen between parted lips. Released softly through nostrils as she stepped back from the edge to join the streets and the crowds once more. “Las Vegas… You gotta love it.” Lightly whispered, it was followed by the slightest quirk of lips to form a small half smirk. Purity certainly did. Energy Spent

Phone Tag [17 Jan 2006|02:57am] [ mood | touched ] Purity reached over and snatched her cell phone from it's charger. The ominous beeps from it with small twinkling of side green light told her she had a voice message. It was as subtle as a fairy dancing around in front of her nose. Flipping it open she pressed it to her ear whilst walking to the kitchen. A piece of warm buttered bagel was lifted to her mouth and a large bite was taken. A small happy noise left her throat on hearing Natasha's voice. VIP tickets? Green eyes were directed to the pile of un-opened mail on the counter by the bag of bagels and carton of milk she'd left out from getting in ten minutes ago from the small shop down the street. That was when she'd gotten her mail at the front desk. Not a regular occurrence, hardly anyone wrote to her. Unless it was some company trying to get her to sign her life away. Not gonna happen. Already hitting the call back button, she sat her food down and snatched up her mail. Cell phone now firmly secured between shoulder and ear. Sifting through the small pile, all but one landed back on the counter with the soft mumble of, "Junk." following it. That was when it kicked into Natasha's voice mail service. "Natasha, hey..." Voice low and smoky like always drifted from her gently, just as a soft ripping of paper was heard before the contents of the envelope was shaken out into her hand. "I've just collected my mail. I have shiny tickets sparkling up at me, what are they for?" A soft grin caught at the corners of her mouth. "Spider-girl have a surprise in store or something?" Easy chuckle. "New dancer huh? Glad you felt I could be that bad influence, I guess we'll see how that goes. Oh by the way, phone tag, you're it." With a smirk she flipped her cell shut with a soft snap and set it down. Green eyes on the VIP tickets, thoughts all wondering on what they were for. Energy Spent

Precious Illusions [21 Dec 2005|11:10pm] [ mood | Freaked ] She chewed her lip gently. Butterflies in her stomach made it hard to focus, that was why she found her right hand nervously picking at the seam of her t-shirt. Today would be the day. She had decided this yesterday; it was to be now or never. Never didn’t sound so good so now it would have to be today. A small tentative step closer was made. How did her hair get so golden and shiny? It would smell like summer, she just knew it would. Like that time she had caught the butterfly by the gate… It had gotten her in trouble then. Not now, this was a year later. She was big girl now, and she could prove it. She didn’t cry. Nope not now. That was for babies, Daddy had said so. Mother had agreed before pushing her out the door. The small flower was crumpled slightly, but she had picked it by herself. All by herself, right next to the thorns. Brave, that’s what she was. Slowly she gave it over to the girl, Abigail. “I picked it for you…” Abigail frowned, a disgusted look on her face, “Girls don’t pick flowers for girls, boys do that.” A swallow was taken by the dark haired girl, her gaze now on her feet. “B-but I thought you’d like it... It has pink, see? Right there at that bit.” A shaky finger pointed to a faint pink that was on the flowers petals. Abigail folded her arms, lower lip pouting slightly “You aren’t a boy, I can’t take it. Mommy says only boys give flowers.” The blonde girl took a step backwards, looking unimpressed. “But it’s pretty… Like you…” The dark haired girl lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes as she clutched the little flower to her chest. “So? You aren’t a boy, and girls don’t give girls flowers, take it away before someone tells on us!” The dark haired girl bowed her head, the flower falling from her finger tips onto the ground. Followed silently by a single tear drop. “I don’t like you anymore…” It was whispered before she ran away. Abigail was left to stand confused, her six year old self puzzled by everything that had happened as her friend ran from her. Purity sat up in her bed, sweat glistening her body as ragged breaths came from her chest. Hand was rubbed over her face to bring her back into reality and not child hood memories. Her heart beat wildly in her chest as though it were trying to escape. Pupils were wide as eyes searched her room frantically. She was home, she was safe, she was grown up. “Fuck me…” Voice was gruff as she stood up, getting herself a glass of water before attempting sleep once more. 1 Spell + Energy Spent

Here I Go Again [16 Dec 2005|01:06pm] [ mood | embarrassed ] [ music | Goldfrapp - Strict Machine ] The music was not only thumping through her faster than her own heart beat but pulsing through her body like it was her life. Purity allowed her eyes to drift shut. Lips curving into a smirk knowing about the gazes that all landed on her when they thought she wouldn't realise that her form was being stared at. How wrong they all were. People however, often were when it came to her. Strong pale hands ran up her torso as head was thrown back. Breathing and moving in such a way that liquid would have been envious. Strobe lights playing over her until she looked like some mystical rainbow creature in its natural habitat. Her movements, as liquid as they were seemed almost like fire. Raw passionate movements that captured glances and stole breaths. Hours had been spent in her office and mounds of paperwork had been shifted through, it was amazing how much she had ignored in Victoria's absence. Personal life had conflicted with professional life and Bethany was going to make a concentrated effort to keep it from occurring in the future. She now leaned back into the leather of her chair and let hands and fingertips work on knots of tension. Eyes closed and Bethany just took a moment to breathe, her head was beginning to pound and she was wondering when work had become work? Her fingertips folded the brown file shut and she now rose to her feet. Clothes once again clung to figure and heels made for an echoing sound as she strode towards the door. She could do with mingling with the club life happening outside of her four walls; it would be a welcomed relief. She occupied her usual spot on the second floor and against the railing and soon her eyes to and her eyes were soon watching the mass of dancing people. ( No time to hesitate. ) ( In so many ways the temptation’s too strong. ) ( What’s my age again? ) "I'll have to return you're shirt anyway and get mine." Purity cursed inwardly. She'd left her shirt and she was already just outside the office door. Fuck. Fuck. "I mean, feel free to call anytime, you should know that." babbling was not her friend, now was no different. "Right," Bethany murmured as she listened to Purity babble until she could no longer hear her. Eyes looked towards the shirt she had left behind and she now gathered it up to keep it safe until she could return it. Ralphael waited patiently and Bethany gave him a smile as she started out of the office and over towards where she was needed. Energy Spent

When It Doesn't Matter [05 Dec 2005|11:29pm] [ mood | confused ] Jo ambled up the strip, her riding boots making a heavy clock, clock sound against the cement as she passed pockets of noise blaring out of opening and closing doors of clubs and casinos. People brushed by her on all sides and every now and then, a shudder wracked her form as she recalled how close her tormenter had gotten without her permission or ability to stop it. She was trying to escape by coming back to the very city she'd been taken and rescued from, both unwillingly, and attempting to get lost in the normalcy of the tourist trade and the greed of humanity. On an on she walked, without any intention of stopping, even if she had to go in circles for hours. Purity allowed herself to saunter down the sidewalk at an easy stride. Green eyes catching everything happening around her, albeit with complete disinterest but catching it all the same. Head dipped only to let hair be tussled with a soft wind that had crept up on the city streets. A few lose strands falling then into her vision but she left them. She had missed it, the random chaos that appeared to wind and slither its way around this City. The people all in it. Taking a deep breath she smirked lightly. The stench of corruption all around her almost tangible. This was home alright. For her at least. A place where she not only fitted in but could quite literally get away with murder. What could be better than that in the world of today? She stopped though, once booted feet carried her to the edge of the sidewalk and she gave a sweeping glance before preparing to walk across the road. (  Moving all around screaming of the ups and downs pollution manifested in perpetual sound.  ) (  I don't mind being ogled, ridiculed made to feel miniscule, if you consider the source, it's kinda pitiful, the only thing you really know about me is... that's all you'll ever know.  ) Rather than argue Purity gave another little nod. "Right." Eyebrows were scrunched slightly to hide the way she'd obviously taken it all. "Right" It was said softer that time and she took another step backwards, walking like that for a few seconds before turning to walk into the crowd. She'd never understand people. Jo watched the darker woman's emotions cross her face as clearly as if she were a book. She nodded slightly and watched as the other woman stepped backwards, sighed. She had no idea what she'd been trying to prove by confronting, and it just seemed pointless. Too many people and no one cared a bit about anyone but themselves. She watched the younger woman go until she disappeared into the mass of humanity and then the blonde turned and went along her way with a quick step and a frown on her face that made people get out of her way without so much as a word. Energy Spent

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