Rey Wants a New Piece

Timeline: March 11, 2009

Rey paused outside Michael’s shop.  It had been a while since she’d talked to him, and she was wondering what he was up to.  Perhaps today was a good day to combine business and pleasure.

She walked up onto the step and pulled the door open to go inside.

Michael looked up from the gun magazine he was reading when he heard the door open. Upon seeing that it was Rey, he put done the magazine and stepped up to the counter.

With a friendly smile, he said, “Rey what can I do for you today?” Continue reading “Rey Wants a New Piece”

Rey, March 10, 2009

Work, work, work. That’s all I seem to do these days. I wish I could just sit back, kick up my feet and relax, but I can’t. Not if I’m going to succeed. I’ll be putting Rose in charge while I’m out of town; she’ll act as Lupa when I’m not around. She’s done the job before. She must have done a decent job, otherwise Niki would have challenged her for the position.

I’ve been spending a lot of time with Lyla’s contacts, entrenching myself with the, reminding them that I speak for Lyla in all things. One guy wasn’t too keen on that. He got a bit mouthy, and made some rather crude comments. He even went so far as to lie and say that he always got a blow job, or more, from Lyla. I think that when I shoved my gun into his crotch and asked if he wanted me to shoot to the let or the right, he realized he shouldn’t mess with me. I reminded them Lyla doesn’t fuck the help, and neither do I. Well, not in those exact words, of course. I may have made an enemy there, but they also should know now that they can’t expect to be able to push me around.

The meeting with the middle man went well, I believe. As expected, I have to prove myself. I’ll be given some “small” stuff to move and dispose of. When I’ve shown I have what it takes, I’ll be able to take on more, and eventually be able to pick and choose rather than take whatever comes my way.

I don’t think I want to deal with stereos, computers and other electronics. There’s a lot of people already doing that. I should specialize, or eventually move out of that line and into other stuff. Perhaps artwork and other valuables. Smaller market of buyers, but with potential for far more money.

Speaking of money, it’s a good thing I’ve got money saved up. Things are going to be a bit tight. I’m not sure how much of a loss I’m going to end up taking on my first couple of deals. I can’t afford to lose a lot, but at the same time, I’m an unknown quantity. Until I establish myself, get a good reputation and status in the community, I’m just going to have to suck it up.

I wish Grey was around. I’m hungry, and for more than just his cooking.

Rey, March 4, 2009

My birthday passed the way it almost always does – without fanfare, or friends, or presents. Not so much as a phone call from Lyla or Ramiel. Of course, if they called the cabin, they’d have gotten the voice mail. I checked, but if anyone called, they didn’t leave any messages. They’re probably busy, doing whatever it is they have to do in Mythic City.

Grey didn’t do anything either, but I don’t expect it. He’s not used to needing to remember this kind of thing, let alone other holidays normal people celebrate. That’s okay. When he’s with me, he more than makes up for it. The last time, we went for a run in the woods. I lasted longer than before, able to run through the woods longer before he decided to catch me. He was really excited, and when his eyes bleed to wolf, it sets me on fire. The first time was hard and fast, like we were rutting beasts. He took me from behind with such force I had to brace myself against the fallen tree to keep from being pushed head first into the ground.

When we were done, he gathered up my torn up clothes and carried me back to the cabin. We got cleaned up in the shower together, and ended up doing it again. It started in the bathroom and finished in the bed. This time it was slow and meticulous. I deep throated him, bringing him explosively twice, grunting my name, his hands tangled in my hair or gripping the bedsheets with white knuckles. By the time he was finished with me, I could barely talk. He cleaned me up so gently and tucked me into bed with such a gentle, loving kiss.

But enough about that. On the 3rd, I treated myself to a really nice dinner, then visited the girls to pick up the money and check on how things were going. I got a name from them of a local middle man, someone who can set me up with people looking to move goods. I’ll be meeting with him tomorrow.

I’m going to need to find somewhere to sell the stuff. It can’t really be in Boston, so I need to find a base somewhere. Baltimore? Maybe not. New Orleans? It’s still a mess there, but it might be a good place to start. But can I just go there and start dealing? I may have to find an entry there. Get involved with the mob there? Problem is, if I do that, they’ll get their hooks into me and then I’m screwed. I need to see if I can find a way to stay away from them if at all possible.

Rey, February 20, 2009

I can’t find my cat anywhere. He’s gone. I sure do miss him. Hopefully, he’s just lost, or someone found him and took him in. If he’s not back tomorrow, I’m going to put up signs around town. If I’m lucky, I’ll get him back.

I think this whole creative writing this might just be a waste of my time. I’ll finish the courses I’m enrolled in, but I don’t know if I’m going to continue them. I won’t slack off on them either, because I certainly don’t want to disappoint Grey and Ironclaw. Besides, I paid for the courses – I don’t want to waste the money.

Speaking of money, I’ve been thinking a lot about that. I want more money than I’m getting now. I’m not going to get what I want by getting whatever Lyla’s willing to give with me. I’m positive she’s got stuff going on on the side that she hasn’t told me or anyone else about. There’s no reason why I can’t do the same. But what to do?

Drugs are right out. Lyla may have made some money by transporting and selling, and using it to pay off people to leave her girls alone, but I don’t want to deal with that. I think it’s too dangerous, and drug dealers are scum.

Transportation of goods. Lyla’s already got her fingers in there. Not an area I want to get into. But she does have something of a reputation for it. Maybe I can use that to my advantage. One of the biggest users of Lyla’s services are thieves – they can’t sell their stuff in the city they stole it from, or anywhere nearby. They need it taken to the next state, across the country, or maybe even out of the country.

I think this has potential. It’s going to take time and a lot of work to get things going. I don’t know if Lyla has anyone in her organization already who I can use. It might be best if I form my own network. Keep Lyla out of it as long as I can. Build up my own name and standing, until I’m a power to reckon with completely on my own. Who knows.

But where to start? That’s the question of the moment. Start small, of course. I’ve got no history with anyone other than the prostitutes, and that’s not in the field I want to expand into. But they might know someone that could help me get my foot in the door. If they blab, well, I deal with it.

Limericks #1

Variation #1

There once was a young witch named Rey
who was stolen away by the Fae.
In his garden she was,
a home to his doves,
which she ate when she ran away.

Variation #2

There once was a young witch named Rey
who was stolen away by the Fae.
She learned to grow claws
and run on quick paws
and slipped from the hedgerow away.

Rey, February 18, 2009

It was a really long day at work today. So many little things going wrong. Like I was all thumbs. Replacing those broken glasses isn’t an expense the bar can afford right now. Eldon Well is too small of a town to really support a bar like this, not when we’ve got so many people working here. The choices that face me are either cut back my own hours, cut back on the hours of everyone else, or find some other source of income for infusions like what Lyla did.

I can’t cut back on my own hours, not if I want to keep paying my mortgage. I could cut back on everyone else’s, but that won’t go over too well. So the other option is to find other income. Lyla made me her partner. I could really take advantage of that. There’s all kinds of money to be had, if I do things right. I know Lyla’s rolling in it, but I don’t know where any of it is.

Stealing from her would be bad. As in cement shoes bad. If I want more money, I’ll have to get it on my own. But where to start? Could I use the girls for blackmail material? How about drugs? Probably too risky. I’d probably run into more trouble than its worth in conflict with the mafia. What else? Things that would get me money, but wouldn’t require a lot of effort or direct risk to myself. I’m going to have to think about this. But quickly. I need to come up with an answer soon.

I wonder what my cat is. He’s always hanging around somewhere, underfoot. But not in a bad way. He’s fun to watch playing, and I love to scratch his belly while I’m reading a book.

And speaking of belly scratches, I wish Grey could stop by tonight. I dreamed last night he was here. I’d made a light dinner, and then we had sex all night long. Well, not literally all night, of course. It was amazing. It was like the first time all over again, but without the pain and other bad stuff. I woke up and my boxers were soaked. Talk about a wet dream! I was still so turned on I had to use a vibrator to deal with it. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him. Just thinking about the feel of him inside is making so damn horny. I hope he comes straight here when he gets back. I certainly wouldn’t mind a an opportunity to play out another fantasy.

The Crossroads

Timeline: February 17, 2009

The night seemed colder to Rey, like the world was warning her. She should be home in bed, or snuggled in front of the fire reading a book. Instead, she stood at the crossroads just south of town, the frigid light of the moon reflecting off the ice and snow.

Her heart ached still from what the Lune had told her, that she would never be a good Lupa. That Luna disapproved. But Young Father Bear had said nothing of it. He did not seem to care she had become Lupa, only asking when she might be going hunting again. But even if Luna did not approve, she still had five months to change that. Even if she couldn’t change it, she had to do her best for her pack, and for her girls. Right now, that meant she had to find out more about Lyla’s curse.

Rey shuddered when she thought about what she as going to do. Summoning the walker at the crossroads did not sound like a good idea. All the stories she’d ever heard told her it was a bad idea. Heck, the Winchester boys showed how bad an idea it was. Sure, it was just a tv show, but every story of the supernatural has a kernel of truth at its core.

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The Lune

Timeline: February 16, 2009

Rey set up a meeting with a Lune for the night when the half moon hung in the sky. This was also the final night of Anu’s gifts; none would be granted to the pack after this final night of the promised week. It was in the woods, when the half moon was high in the sky. The air was brutally frigid, though there was blessedly no wind in this heavily forested area.

Jesse had met Rey dressed in her own thick, fur coat. Few words were exchanged other than greetings, and then Jesse had looked up at the moon and pointed. Continue reading “The Lune”

Rey, February 9, 2009

The conversation with Ann-Marie last night was interesting, to say the least. We talked about many different things, and I think I finally managed to get through to her about some of them.

She was surprised I’d wanted to talk to her. As it is with every time in the past, she said things that just pushed my buttons. I’m proud of myself, though, that I managed to keep my temper under control. The year of not speaking to each other except in passing or about the weather seems to have helped me, at least, be civil to her.

Still, the conversation almost ended up in an argument before it even started. I thought I’d made things clear that I was trying to ignore the problems we had before. Try to be more friendly, but she just had to push buttons and bring up old shit. Why does she have to do that? She keeps going on and on, talking about wanting to be friends and not understanding why people don’t like her. Even if I could set aside what she is, she can be so fucking annoying! She says she’s changed, but I don’t see it, not in the way she’s acted towards me. Sure, we’re barely even passing acquaintances, but still.

Anyway, I told her about the problems she caused by bringing Anu into our territory. First, she denies bringing Anu here. But, duh, Ann-Marie lives here, and brought Jesse/Anu with her. Passing the buck, as usual. What will it take to get her to take responsibility for her actions? And I know Ironclaw had a talk with her about death spirits and bringing them here. How could she not understand the problems she’s causing?

She’s so wrapped up in herself. She said I remind her a lot of a younger version of herself. I can say the same about her. Self-centered, pity poor me, blaming others for their actions. At least I have an excuse, even if it is a rather feeble one. I’d also like to think I’ve grown up at least a little bit since I arrived here. I’m certainly not perfect, but becoming part of the pack, and then Lupa, certainly has forced me to change, and for the better.

Back to the conversation. Ann-Marie seemed to think she wanted as much time as she wanted or needed. I couldn’t tell her that she had only three months, as I didn’t know if that was something to be spoken of outside the pack. Still, I think I got her to realize Ironclaw has given Jesse a finite amount of time.

She offered to leave Eldon Well, but I told her she didn’t have to. I mean I think it’s the best solution, but Ironclaw would rather have Jesse where he can watch her. She may still do so, and if Ironclaw asks me if I told her to, I can honestly say I told her she didn’t have to.

Her opinion and view of spirits seems to be at least part of this. Her kind has been dealing with spirits for millennium, she says. If that’s true, I don’t really think she knows all that much about them. She certainly doesn’t know how the Uratha fit into all of it. I certainly didn’t, despite my own dealings with spirits. I took the effort to try and learn about them. A matter of survival at the very least. If Lyla hadn’t spoken up for me, they’d have killed me, just like they did that woman who was setting traps for us. I still make mistakes, but I’d like to think they’re fewer and farther between.

Ann-Marie said the gifts Jesse’s offering are to honor the pack. Shows how much Ann-Marie knows. It’s the way of the spirit world – Jesse wants something from us, so she offers the gifts. Honor has nothing to do with it. Ann-Marie’s applying human – or maybe vampire – thinking to spirit behavior, and that’s just plain wrong. One day she’ll make a mistake, and we might all pay for it.

I managed to convince her that she needs to learn more about the Uratha, what motivates them. If she does that, she should be able to limit the stupid stuff she does that pisses them off. At the very least, she might learn who they value and their opinions of non-Uratha. Well, most non-Uratha. I’m sure every pack may have an exception or two

So, maybe some good has come out of the conversation. If she truly does open up her mind and accept the world doesn’t think as she does, she might learn something. Hopefully it’ll make her less annoying. 🙂

Questions, Questions

Timeline: February 8th, 2009 late night

Rey smiled down at Hamilton. He was stretched – or rather, practically draped – across her lap, purring contentedly. She’d just finished brushing and otherwise pampering him after spending some time working on the bar’s books. The money situation wasn’t too bad yet, but things couldn’t keep going this way for long.

She gently settled her familiar on the cushion next to her chair and looked at the clock. If Ann-Marie was going to be coming to the bar, now would be about the time she’d show up. Rey gave Hamilton one last scritch, then walked out of the office and into the bar proper.
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