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 Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:22 am
A Song for the Moment For centuries humans have somewhat peacefully lived in a state of denial concerning the other creatures that walked the earth. That is about to change. Rating/Warnings:Any content posted to Gaia will be rated PG-13. Full text will be available on my LiveJournal and may exceed R, I won't know until I write it. But looking at my playlist I can tell you there will be, Violence, Blood, Drugs, harsh language, destruction of fond childhood memories, bastardization of historical moments, and all sorts of fun things that haven't crossed my mind yet. Conversely there will be Romance, and love and all that shmoopy stuff as well. You are warned.
Information:This year I decided to try something completely different. I'm pretty much flying from the seat of my pants. I wrote down 30ish names, separated them into three groups, decided if they were male or female, then cast them using Google Image. That's all I know about these characters. I then hit randomize and picked a set of 100 Songs, only skipping if the song A) Wasn't in English or B) Had no lyrics. These 100 songs are being used to set the mood of each page of the story or "moment" in my character's lives. My first drafts are generally always handwritten, so one side of a handwritten page is all I get to completely create the Moment. This is an experiment, and I have no idea how it will turn out. I regret that it might not be an easy read since because of it's nature I'll be jumping around a lot between characters and times, but I'm grateful to anyone that decides to muddle through it and give me some feedback. I'll do my best to outline plots and subplots or whatever, and as a random note I'm not really posting things as I write them. Currently I'm about 5 sets behind of what's already written. I just post whenever I feel like it. Navigation
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Clan Nighthaven
Red Moon Pack
Human Initiative
Cycle Soundtrack
Wordcount/Table of Contents
Group Notes
Plot Tracker
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:24 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:25 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:26 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:27 am
Soundtrack Cycle Because of the sheer number of songs that would normally go in a Soundtrack Heading, I've decided to separate things into cycles and groups. Cycle One consists of the first 100 Songs, and the groups are the first division of that. Groups are in sets of 10, and aside from that I have no idea how I'm going to work this to keep the post from getting too long. Maybe I'll feature different ones as I write. A complete list will be available on my livejournal for the interested. 1) All the Things She Said- Tatu 2) Fake Palindromes- Andrew Bird 3) Secret Message- Rasuptina 4) Prelude 12/21- AFI 5) We're Away- Elbow 6) Masterfade- Andrew Bird 7) Great Expectations- Elbow 9) The Fallen- Franz Ferdinand 10)Once in a Lifetime- The Talking Heads 11) White Wedding- Billy Idol 12) White Winter Hymnal- Fleet Foxes 13) You Really Got me- The Kinks 14) Space Invaders- Pornophonique 15) Wild Thing- The Troggs 16) Redeemer- Marlyin Manson 17)Georgia Peaches- Lynard Skynard 1 cool Insects- Oingo Boingo 19) Here I Am- Lyle Lovett 20) Do It All Over Again- Spiritualized 21) Du Hast- Rammstein 22) Yatta- Green Leaves 23) Bathwater- No Doubt 24) Antique High Heel Red Doll Shoes- Rasputina 25) Re: Your Brains - Jonathan Coulton 26) Islands- Oingo Boingo 27) What Makes the Monkey Dance- Chuck Prophet 28 ) Leaders of the Free World- Elbow 29) Rats- Rasputina 30) Tomorrow Belongs to Me- Caberet
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:28 am
Wordcount and Chapter Index Wordcount
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46,000- 47,000- 48,000- 49,000- 50,000 Chapter IndexCycle One- Group OneGroup TwoGroup ThreeGroup Four
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:48 am
Chapter Notes Group One: Things are more than a little confusing right now, as I'm generally just trying to get a handle on my characters. Each page is only giving me around 160-220 words depending on how small I write so things are short! A subplot was born in the ParisxHelenxPhillip Love Triangle. Devon is my favorite character so far, and I have no idea what Adrien and Christoph are fighting about, but when = Crusades Era. Group Two: Whew. I learned a lot about some of my characters this round. First, there's an emergence of a little bit of plot! Yes, I've decided that nearly all of my human characters are somehow affiliated with the strip club, "The Demon's Dream." There's these Occult Hunter people that I'm not really sure what they do yet, and hey Granddaddy Oberon woke up! Edmund's a player, Rafe is the king of the werewolves and apparently a pack of wolves that isn't my Pack of wolves has a hard time during winter. That is totally related, I swear. All in all a good group. I'm finding a lot of things to expand on now instead of just having random character glimpses. Group Three: The main plot has finally shown up! And in the last song of the set too. So what we've learned today is that Oberon has just outed vampires to the modern world. My plot device ladies and gentlemen. I don't have backstory for what's going on with Rafe and the twins yet. I'll get to it eventually. Right now it seems that the vampires are definitely getting more screen time, and hopefully I'll be giving my pack some more love soon, but I have to go where the songs take me. Damien is my favorite character to write now. We got a taste of his backstory this grouping and some more of him doing what he does best. I like that the most violent thing I've written so far came from a song that's comedy. Group Four: The entries are getting a little more substantial now, yay. I think the big one in this set in the On A Day Like This. With all the drama I write about in the Paris/Helen/Phillip triangle I really wanted to show a time where the relationship between Paris and Helen was good. There's a little bit of the main plot with Oberon in here, but this set was mostly backstory or continuations of scenes from previous sets. Hopefully there will be more wolf sightings soon.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 11:03 am
Plot Tracker! Because I know this stuff is confusing! For added helping fun, chapters are listed chronologically. Main Plots:
The Big One:Ancient Vampire Lord Oberon awakens from a century long nap to find the modern world not quite to his liking. He outs the existence of vampires to the modern world and sends the Occult Hunter into a frenzy trying to do damage control.
Voice(s): Oberon, Raymond, Rafe Chapters:Space Invaders (Oberon) My Black Pages(Oberon) Insects (Rafe) Leaders of the Free World (Oberon) My Eyes(Oberon) Tomorrow Belongs to Me (Oberon) Nasty Habits(Raymond) Subplots:ParisxHelenxPhillip Love Triangle: Messy love thing between two vampires and a human. Can't have a vampire story without a messy romance.
Voices: Paris, Phillip, Anna Marie
Chapters:On a Day Like This(Paris) Fake Palindromes(Phillip) My Very Best(Paris) Once in a Lifetime(Phillip) Du Hast(Paris) I'll Have to Say I Love You(Phillip) All these Things That I've Done(Paris) Sally's Song(Anna Marie) The Strip Club:The Demon's Dream is more than it seems. In reality it is a safe haven for members of the Association of Occult Hunters. Voices: Raymond, Andrew, Sarah Chapters:White Wedding(Raymond) Georgia Peaches(Sarah) Antique High Heel Red Doll Shoes(Sarah) Do You Want To?(Sarah) Do It All Over Again(Andrew) Stay(Andrew) KurtxElizabeth Fluff: More romance, less drama. Voice: Kurt Chapters:You Really Got Me Wild Thing Ring of Fire Teenage Dirtbag We're Away
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 11:03 am
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 5:01 pm
I love this idea! I do something of the sort to get my mind going, but never a big, long thing. I like it! The whole feel of it is unique.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 5:41 pm
Yeah, when I decided to do this it was just going to be a smaller writing project to get me out of a block, but I didn't want to start a project so close to NaNoWriMo, so I adopted it to be my November project. xd From the test page I think it'll take like 300 songs to get me to 50k words if I don't expand past the single page format though.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 8:52 pm
Well, who knows? Maybe inspiration will hit on one of the songs and you'll end up with five pages or something. xD You never know!
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 9:39 pm
Hehe, good point. Either way I'm so excited to get going. This time tomorrow I'll be writing some of the first words down, buaha.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 4:08 pm
Cycle One Group One
Mother looking at me, tell me what do you see. Have I lost my mind?
-All the Things She Said, Tatu
Ayame stood in the rain looking across the street at the home that was once hers. A week ago she would have been in that living room, smiling, happy maybe doing her homework or chatting on the phone. A week ago she thought that there was nothing that could happen that would make her family turn their backs on her.
Involuntarily, her fist clenched in her sopping wet skirt. Despite the distance she would see clearly through the kitchen window. It was a week later and they were smiling, happy. They didn't even miss her. It wasn't Right! It wasn't Fair!
Suddenly the rain no longer hit her skin and a pattering sound filled her ears. Ayayme looked up sharply to see an umbrella between her and the nasty weather. Her gaze drifted downwards following the pole and then the arm. Skoll smiled at her with bright brown eyes and pearly white fangs, just like Ayame's own.
“Let's go home. We're your family now.”
You should have died with the monsters, what talk. Monsters that walk the Earth.
-Fake Palindromes, Andrew Bird
Breathe. Just breathe. In and out. She was so beautiful that Phillip half believed the car had hit him and she was an angel sent to take him to heaven. But, no, he hurt too much to be dead, and that line of red blood trickling down her forehead would be out of place on an angel. Wait, blood. She was bleeding.
Phillip scrambled to her side as she stood up and nonchalantly brushed gravel off her designer skirt. The car was actually dented where it hit here after she pushed him out of the way, but there she was standing, barely hurt. The young man could only stare, captivated, but this time not by her beauty. What was she? No normal human being could just get up and walk away from that.
The world seemed to slow as she smiled at him, ruby red lips curving sinfully, revealing just a hint of pearly white teeth. The blonde 20-something male blinked, and she was gone.
I'm like a mirror baby. I refract light back at you.
-Secret Message, Rasputina
Rafe threw his hands into the air, completely exasperated. Some days it felt like the twins were sent to the Earth for the sole purpose of driving him completely insane. At the moment the two betas in question were sitting side by side giving him wide innocent eyes that were completely ruined by their identical s**t-eating grins.
“Please tell me that you at least paid for it.”
The one on the left, Edon maybe curled his lips into a pout while the other, Felan, sniffed, “Don't you trust us?”
Rafe took this as a sign to give up. The fact that neither actually answered his question was not beyond him. He'd let it go for now, then deal with any repercussions as they arose. It was all that could be done, really.
Sensing his acceptance, the twins pounced, burring a face into each side of his neck. The large man accepted the affection, ruffling the twins' hair almost fondly. Now, if only the rest of the pack reacted so well when he informed them they'd be eating turkey for the foreseeable future.
This is what I thought, I thought you need me. This is what I thought so think me naive.
-Prelude 12/21, AFI
Swords clashed catching the moonlight in a flare of dramatics. Had he not been busy elsewhere Adrien might have taken a moment to admire it. The entire situation was like something from a playwright's--
The blade slipped as Christoph pushed more of his weight upon his opponent. “Come now, Firefly,” the elder spat, the nickname sounding cruel and totally unlike the affection Adrien was used to. “Keep your head in the battle. You owe me at least that much.”
The opponents disengaged but only for a moment before Christoph charged again. Block, parry, slash, Adrien wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep this dance up. As if he sensed Adrien's weakness, Christoph lashed out again, catching the younger man in the cheek. Training forgotten, Adrien dropped his sword with a gasp, and covered the wound.
“First blood,” Christoph remarked, cleaning his blade in the grass. “Your debt is fulfilled.”
World, do your worst. She and I have closed our eyes and lifted every curse. We're Away.
We're Away, Elbow
Here in their room the outside world ceased to exist. Society as they knew it could be going up in a big pile of ash and smoke, but Kurt would be nothing but serene as long as Elizabeth was in his arms. The beauty had truly tamed the savage beast, and what a beauty she was.
He playfully nipped at her earlobe, easily rousing his mate from slumber. He loved watching her wake up. Her baby blues would slowly slip open, hazy with sleep then suddenly bright and clear as soon as she saw him. Then this small irresistible smile would cross her lips and Kurt was lost until he gently kissed the smile away.
“Mmm, don't you have somewhere you're supposed to be?” she asked him after pulling back from the chaste kiss.
He chuckled pulling her closer so that she was flush against his body. “Nowhere as important as being right here, right now.”
Her answering smile was bright enough to chase away the shadows of the room, and this time it was she that kissed him.
When you look up at the sky, all you see are zeroes. And all you see are zeroes and ones.
Masterfade, Andrew Bird
Devon took a swig from his Mountain Dew bottle and leaned back in his computer chair. Another night, another boss dead. He should have been elated, but he just wasn't finding the same joy in the game that he used to. The twenty-three year old stretched his arms out over his head, letting his joints pop. Definitely too much time in one spot, but what else could he do at...
His thoughts paused so he could check his computer's clock.
...3:42a.m, sit in front of the TV and watch music videos? That actually didn't sound like a horrible idea. Music videos were getting kind of weird since what's her-name started getting popular. So, Mountain Dew in hand, Devon DeVry, resident insomniac extraordinaire did something slightly unexpected and moved to the living room couch to partake in some VH1. And if he dozed off out of boredom? All the better.
Spitfire thin and strung like a violin, I was. Yours was the face with a grace from a different age.
Great Expectations, Elbow
Ophelia smiled a secret smile and spun in a circle causing her skirts to flare out around her. With a little hop she was off and dancing a broken waltz. He slight form stumbled through the steps with no partner to lead her and no music to guide her.
Nero likened her to a bird with a broken wing, and that just wouldn't do. The broad shouldered man easily stepped into the circle of her arms and took charge of the dance, just as Ophelia intended him to. It didn't matter the place or the century, the steps of their dance were the same. They moved around the deserted clearing with the grace of two partners very well versed in one another. It seemed odd, almost that they could spend so long with each other and still be so devoted, but they truly were a matched pair. Both damaged by the worlds they lived in, both seeking something in a new world that had little to offer. But while in the other's arms neither wanted for anything. All they needed was each other, and the stars.
Keep your sympathy, don't need the healing to start. You've gone and made a beautiful hole in my heart.
My Very Best, Elbow
“You've been following him again,” Paris ground out watching the so called love of his life casually ignore him as she sat in front of her vanity combing her air. A perfect golden eyebrow arched condescendingly at his remark, causing Paris to sign, resigned. She couldn't even pretend to tolerate him anymore. Infuriated he threw his arms up and stalked from the room. He was done with this. If she wanted the human, then she could have him. Paris wouldn't fight for Helen any longer.
The trim man stopped in the hallway and looked into the mirror attempting to imagine what should be his reflection. He'd clung to Helen for so many years, so long that he didn't even remember what his own reflection looked like.
Well, enough was enough. Helen may have been the love of his life, but he wasn't exactly alive anymore, now was he? This was far past due, it was time to stop feeling sorry for himself and get on with his unlife.
You've a lazy laugh and a red white shirt. I fall to the floor fainting at the sight of blood.
The Fallen, Franz Ferdinand
“Cheers!” rang out through the bar as the three packmates knocked back another shot. It seemed like a good night to celebrate something, so celebrating they were.
“To push up bras!” Z'ev called out, imitating the next round. The dark-skinned man was the youngest, yet the largest of the trio. He cut quite the imposing figure but was generally as gentle as a lamb.
Micah was the second of the party animals. He was the consummate middle child, appearing to be completely unremarkable, with a white button up shirt and sensible pair of slacks. This meant, of course that he got into the most trouble of the three, and got away with outrageous hijinks more often than not.
“To silverware!” Seth drawled with a dry chuckle. The eldest had the look of one that spent too much time as a wolf. He exuded smug confidence edged with just a bit of danger.
Despite their differences the three were inseparable and could always be found together.
“Cheers!”
You may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife.
Once in a Lifetime, Talking Heads
Phillip awoke with the distinct feeling that he wasn't in the same place that he'd fallen asleep. The bed was soft, the sheets smooth , and the room expensively furnished. He'd never been somewhere so nice in his life!
He sat up in the bed, letting the sheets pool around his waist and making him very aware of another oddity. He was naked. That was enough, this had to be other one of those weird dreams he'd been having. Any moment now he'd wake up back in his small apartment dressed in his ratty old pajamas. The ones wit the moth holes in them that were just too comfortable to throw away.
But that wasn't meant to be, and it suddenly became clear that he was very much awake. The white washed door on the right wall slowly opened and she stepped in. It was her, his savior, his shadow. She was all elegance and grace, fitting right into the posh surroundings perfectly. She smiled softly upon seeing him awake.
“Hello, Phillip. I am Helen.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 8:21 pm
And there's nothing sure in this world, and there's nothing pure in this world.
White Wedding, Billy Idol
Raymond slipped off his glasses and gently set them on the desk in front of him while he rubbed his forehead with his other hand. Whoever would have thought that running a strip club would require so much paperwork?
If someone had asked the middle aged man ten years ago what he thought he'd be doing in ten years, never in his wildest dreams would he have been able to think of 'running a strip club,' but here he was pouring over tax forms. Three years ago he'd inherited the Demon's Dream from some obscure uncle he'd never met, and with it came a whole new world of troubles. As profitable as the Demon's Dream was, it didn't change the fact that the strip club was only a cover for what was hidden in the building's back rooms. An Occult Hunter's Den.
Three years ago Raymond had been like anyone else, in a constant state of denial about the things that lurked in the shadows. Three years ago he had the shock of his life when suddenly he found himself a part of this dark world of vampires, werewolves, and even witches.
Now, the veil was gone, and he couldn't quite regret it.
And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime.
White Winter Hymnal, Fleet Foxes
The winter months were hard on the Blue Thorn Pack. Living in the wilds of Montana, most of them had forsaken their humanity altogether just to survive the harsh temperatures. There were the few, however, that for whatever reason couldn't shift on command, and these that suffered the most. Returning to the human world was forbidden to the pack, so the unlucky ones did whatever they could to keep warm.
When the temperatures were at their lowest was often when tempers flared the worst, and it wasn't uncommon for a wolf to snap at a packmate in annoyance. Everything would be peaceful when a warning growl would break the silence. Then, the harsh snap of teeth followed by the screams of the humanbound wolf would fill the cave that served as the pack's winter home.
The saving grace of such encounters was that the injury would cause the wolf to shift, healing them and tripling their chances of surviving the remaining winter months. Even with the “benefit” it wasn't often a humanbound wolf willingly risked injury from a packmate's jowls. Not even for the sake of survival.
You really got me now, you got me so I can't sleep at night.
You Really Got Me, The Kinks
Kurt looked extremely out of place in the strip club known as the “Demon's Dream.” Before the ...accident he never would have dreamed of going to a place like this. He was the recluse, the stay at home, the 'I'd rather play video games in the basement than go to the club', in short, he was the nerd. He even looked the part with a dorky grin and curly puff of hair that his friends had lovingly called the “Jew-Fro.” The friends were part of his former life, the hair unfortunately was not.
The twenty-five year old tried not to blush as he followed his packmates through the club. Why did he agree to this again? The music was booming as Z'ev pushed him into a chair right up front and Seth pushed a drink into his hands. Well, the drink certainly couldn't make matters worse, so Kurt knocked it back and used his new found liquid courage to look up at the stage.
Warning bells instantly echoed through his mind, because there was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen wearing little more than a sinfully seductive smile. He couldn't even blink he was so captivated. Was he drooling? It was possible.
Every step that I take, I feel that I'm in danger, that I'm a stranger in a strange,strange world.
Space Invaders, Pornophonique
Noise! What was this noise? His once quiet resting place was no a cacophony of noise!
Grizzled hands slipped on the stone slab above him, searching for purchase and finding none. How long did he sleep? The last thing he recalled was feeling so weary with the world that he just wanted to leave it for a while. Apparently he had. Ah, yes, that was right. He returned to his grave to sleep like the dead.
The grinding of stone upon stone brought his attention back to the present. Slowly a sliver of light appeared gradually getting bigger as the slab was moved away. He flinched, the light too bright for eyes that had not been opened for some time.
“Well, there you are then. I had a feeling you would be waking up tonight,” a familiar voice drawled somehow managing to sound amused and annoyed at the same time.
It could only be one person. “Titiana,” he rasped, slowly opening his eyes to find her peering down at him. She hadn't changed a single bit.
She huffed at him then reached down to aid him in sitting up. “You look like a corpse, Oberon.”
The noise was worse now that he was free of the coffin.
Wild Thing, I think I love you. But I want to know for sure. Come on, hold me tight. I love you.
Wild Thing, The Troggs
She had short brown-black hair, spiked and straightened into a style that made her look almost feral. The look in her eyes as she danced went straight to his wolf, and well, other more physical parts of his body too. And then those eyes were on him.
Vaguely he could hear Z'ev asking if he wanted another drink, and he mumbled something in return, never taking his eyes off of hers.
Kurt wasn't so naive to believe in love at first sight, in fact most days he had trouble believeing in love at all, but this feeling in his chest had to be more than a stiff shot of lust, dind't it? It had to be.
She did a little bow to the audience then collected her clothing and left the stage. It wasn't until she was out of sight that the world faded back into focus and Kurt realized that he hadn't exactly been inconspicuous with his staring. Micah sat next to him, grinning knowingly at the younger wolf while Seth and Z'ev were missing. Kurt quickly glanced over his shoulders looking for them, and a pit of dread settled into his stomach when he realized that they were truly out of sight.
The hunger inside given to me, makes me what I am.
Redeemer- Marilyn Manson
The heartbeat fluttered weakly against his chest before extinguishing completely. Damien released the body with a sigh of disgust as he reached inside his coat pocket for his handkerchief. He dabbed lightly at his face to remove any evidence of his meal before stepping out of the alleyway and back into the busy city streets.
Though his stomach was full, Damien was still dissatisfied. Whatever happened to the thrill of the hunt? The streets were filled with..children! Every decade they were getting younger. Soon he'd be hunting toddlers! His newly finished meal couldn't have been more than sixteen, all dressed up like a woman twice her age. She'd been so easy to lure into that alleyway, so trusting, a little girl playing dress up in her mother's clothes.
It was disgusting. The humans were on a downward spiral and they were dragging Damien down with them. She hadn't even been a virgin for Christ-sakes. He'd tried being pickier about his meals, but it was damn near impossible to wad through them all.
She's lookin' good, she's headed downtown. Ain't got no money honey, she knows her way around.
Georgia Peaches, Lynard Skynard
Sarah let her hips sway purposefully as she walked down Decatur Street towards the Demon's Dream. The looks that followed her were absolutely delicious. She enjoyed them so much that it often made her wonder if there was a succubus somewhere in her family line. Women envied her, men wanted to be with her, and that all suited Sarah just fine.
Just because it was a cover, didn't mean she couldn't enjoy her job as a stripper. Some of the girls, like Gabrielle hated it, but Sarah ate all of the attention right up. Perhaps it was because of all the secrecy in her life. Stripping was something she could do, relatively, out in the open, and just let it all hang out. Besides, it kept her in great shape.
When she wasn't stripping, Sarah was hunting. Born into a family of Occult Hunters, Sarah continued the family business by keeping humans safe and separate from the things that go bump in the night. These days, the job wasn't so rigorous, as the vampires and weres pretty much policed themselves, but there was still the occasional rogue or demon.
The bell clinged as Sarah entered the back door of the Demon's Dream.
They bite and sting me anyway. They bite and sting and suck.
Insects, Oingo Boingo
Rafe resisted the urge to growl, annoyed at being summoned to take part in this bit of vampire politics. So what if an elder of the local clan woke up after centuries of sleep? He wanted his pack nowhere near this mess.
The animosity between vampires and weres had decreased over recent decades, but the memories Rave received from the pack spirits were still strong in the alpha's mind.
Skoll bumped his shoulder reassuringly as Nero, the High Master of the Nightshaven clan approached the small group of wolves with the newly risen vampire at his side.
“Mr. Evans,” Nero hummed in greeting, licking his lips in his normal mildly nervous manner. Rafe didn't think the High Master was really all there, but for some reason no one ever attempted to dethrone him.
“M'lords,” the alpha wolf returned with a slight bow. The subservient manner was still expected during these formal meetings even though the wolves hadn't been slaves for at least a century.
Nero and the other vampire looked pleased, and then after barely sparing them a glance moved on to the middle-aged human to the wolves' left.
Damn Vampires.
We can always opt for the more temporal gratification of sheer physical attraction.
Here I Am, Lyle Lovett
Edmund lounged back in his chair looking at the were across from him with a smug grin. Poor little puppy with no pack around to protect her. And what a pretty little thing she was too. He always did have a soft spot for redheads. She was a trim little pixie with hair that fell in ringlets around her shoulders and bright green eyes that sparkled with laughter. He knew her type.
“So, little Red,” the schmoozed picking a nice ironic nickname for the wolf. “What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?”
One of her pert little eyebrows arched up in disbelief at his line. It was obvious she knew what he was and was confused at what he was doing. Her silence didn't bother him in the slightest, he was a professional.
“No? Then let me try another. Are you tired? Because you've been running through my mind all day.”
There it was, the grin and the little unladylike snort that she tried to cover with her hand. How adorable. The cheesy lines paid off, he was in.
“My name is Edmund, sweetness. And you are?”
Her hand fluttered back down to rest on the table. “Tate.”
You've got to look for the best and the best looks good now baby.
Do It All Over Again, Spiritualized
Andrew was watching anything other than his girlfriend, no, ex-girlfriend pack his things. If asked, he couldn't tell you what the infomercial was about, but he was damned well watching it and not his life falling apart.
“Oh, this is perfect,” Jessie screeched when she realized his attention was on the T.V. “You're the one moving out, and I”m the one stuck doing all the work. You are absolutely helpless! I don't know why I--”
It was about that time that Andrew managed to tune her out. It kind of amazed him that two people who had been living together for over a year could so suddenly hate each other so much.
“Are you even listening to me? Why you good for nothing a*****e! I should have--”
He didn't hate Jessie, not really, but there were too many secrets between them. The secrets had seemed so inconsequential at first, but now they were like wide gaping chasms. Was it too much to ask for a bit of normalcy in his life?
“I knew there was trouble when you started hanging around that strip club all the time. I mean really.”
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