New Friends

Timeline: March 25th, 2008

The girl had come in around mid-afternoon, sat down at a table and had lunch. She wore a black dress with a sheer red underskirt that showed off a splash of bold color. It had an adjustable waist (tightened nicely) and short sleeves. The dress was lovely, but didn’t look like it had been new for a while. She also had a pair of long but worn black gloves with the fingers cut out of them set on the table next to her. Her long hair had loose, natural curls in it and she wore it simply, letting it spill about her shoulders. Fingernails were painted black and her makeup had a bold, goth look to it with full lips painted red and eyes traced with black eyeliner.

She had long ago finished the lunch, consisting of a burger and a salad with a coke, followed by a glass of cheap red wine which she had ben nursing for about an hour now. She had paid her bill already, but had used fistfuls of various change and wadded bills. Rey wasn’t sure at all that she’d be getting a tip.

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April Fools

Well Lyla timed it right and came back on April Fools after a day of shinanigans. It was the perfect capper to the day when John first saw her he did an almost perfect Hollywood double take and almost ran into the wall.

The next night they all met at the blood and brew for a counsil of war. Not long after the council started a Stranger walked in, well a stranger to most, she called out Ramiels name and colapsee. John rushed over to help and things went downhill from there. Rameil looked like he wanted to rip her apart and was only stopping himself because he didn’t want to get blood all over the bar. Lyla didn’t look any happier to see here. Something about a human sacrifice and a cult. John got a drink into her and her coloring improved a little.

She told a story of human scarifice and a cult of Medusa’s that ate rats but the rats were to much for them. They killed her pack and have been hounding her ever since Philidelphia.

John tried three times to read Julia’s mind, it seemed sort of slipprey for some reason. When he did get in he saw that everything she said she believed to be the absolute truth.

So he spoke up for her and defended her from the hostile crowd. It was nice to know that his word was good with his friends when he said that she believed everything she said was the truth they believed him and started planning for the invasion of the rat creatures.

After the meeting broke up, they took Julia home and John offered her his room and said he would sleep on the couch. Ramiel said that she would sleep hin his room where he could watch her all night, not really sure which way he meant that John decided to let sleeping dogs lie as long as Julia seemed ok with the arrangement.

St Pats day Celebration

John had been working with Lyla and the J.C.’s then Mrs. Honeywell jumped on the band wagon and things really took off and heated up. He had been trying to plan big but, in the aftermath he realized he just didn’t know what big was.

It struck him when he walked down a closed off main street and looked at all the banners and flags the closed bussiness’s and he saw more people he didn’t know just how closed off Eldonwell was at times. They had planned a sort of potluck and box social, a dance, an exhibition of Scottish Dancing, it was like an Irish Ren-faire meets colonial new England. He liked it. There were booths set up and games of chance for prized, bobing for apples, coloring contests games for kids games for adults. More than half of which he knew nothing about until he stumbled across them in the course of the day but most importantly there was Alice. She was amazing, she knew everyone and seemed to be less shy or at least less reserved than she was in the Library.

They held hands and she took his arm, smiling at the women she meet. If he didn’t know better he would almost swear she was preening at being on his arm but it must be his imagination or wishful thinking. To John’s eyes she was the most beatutiful creature there. John didn’t have time to join in most of the events or he had to judge them, still it was fun and too late he thought of an idea that would have been perfect for the day. A treasure hunt for new people, a contest to see who could get the most names of the people that had recently moved here, maybe next year.

At the Kaber toss, John came in second to Chaska who just couldn’t seem to be beaten at the physical events. Even Mrs. Honeywell had tried the toss in the womens division and that old woman did better than some of the young bucks to the amusement of all.

John had gone around all day trying to introduce himself to new people and when saw more in the bar as he joined the drinking contest, he introduced himself to them when the contest was over. Then Alice dragged him off the dance where he had a wonderful time. After the dance was over and they had cleaned up a little, John walked Alice home and she fumbled with her keys and asked him if he would like to come in for some coffee. John was so tempted, he sensed more than coffee was in the offing but he knew it wouldn’t be right. At least not now especially on the first date, if he walked through that door right now he thought I won’t be the same man I am now. I want it ohhh how I want it he thought to himself but if I don’t wait then all the waiting I have done up until now will be wasted. I took all the jokes in Nam and all the teasing Ramiel has given me recently maybe I should maybe if I do I will know from inside my own head not someone elses. After a long struggle with himself, John tried to tell Alice what he was feeling and make an excussed. He could tell that she was hurt and disappointed but when she grabbed him and kissed him. His head was spinning around so much that he didn’t know if he was coming or going and he walked home in a daze to find out that they had house guests.

John woke up late the next morning still wondering if he had done the right thing sure he had and equally sure that he hadn’t. Later that day Lyla disappeared and everyone went bezerk trying to find her. The next day she left a message for Ramiel

The Night

Timeline: April 2nd, 2008

The day had been full of fun, food, drink, and friends. Ramiel had known peace until she walked into the bar. Casablanca seemed real for the briefest of moments. As he looked at Julia before him wondering how she ended up in that bar, of all the places in the world why that bar.

He had been extremely mean to her, and still she begged for his help. The others had found entertainment in their exchange. Some questioned thinking he could not hear them. Others simply watched as though it were a movie.

It turned out Julia seemed to be at the core of these Beshilu rat things. Now they were coming to Eldon Well. They would infest his home and kill or transform many of the people he saw daily. He wanted to kill her for that, to throw her to them. But he knew that would not stop them.

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Home

Timeline: April 1st, 2008 (April Fool’s Day)

Lyla was exhausted. She was a Uratha and that meant that she could recover from just any kind of injury or muscle strain with ease. But her mother was also Uratha and knew she could push Lyla to work far harder than most people. As a consequence, Lyla had almost no sleep for the final stretch of the last several days. Even more important than rest was that Lyla hadn’t been able to replenish her reserve of Essence and she was dangerously low. She felt slow, lethargic, and exhausted.

Still the tired, dark smudges below her eyes which showed how tire she was did not dampen her excitement at coming home to see Ramiel again.

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Planning

Timeline: Mid-March, 2008

Ramiel had been searching in the woods for a while before he finally stumbled across Selene. He had a notebook in his hand and a pen. “Hey Selene!” he called out as he made his way down the hill.

She pulled up short and waited for him. “Hi, Ramiel. You’re quite a ways from home.”

“Yeah, well, you move fast.” He said with a smile. “I have been trying to find you, to ask you something.” He paused for a moment. “It is supposed to be surprise, but with things as they are…” Again he paused to gather his thoughts.

“Michael feels really bad, and I know I am partially at fault for the initial circumstances. So I offered to help him out. But here is my delimma. I don’t know where you want it? I hate to ruin the surprise for you, but where do you want your nursery?”

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Tales from the Dark Side 2

Timeline: March 15, 2008, late afternoon/early evening

Rey sat by the newly started fire and half-heartedly warmed her hands. She was cold, sore, nervous, miserable and lonely. She’d almost broken the promise she’d made herself, not to seek Grey out.

Ever since the night she’d gone into Grey’s dreams, she’d berated herself for her stupidity. She shouldn’t have done it. She should have tried to pull out, leave the dream, when he started hurting her. She should have… So many should haves. The stern looks from Ironclaw just made her feel worse.

Rey tried to push all those thoughts aside. Now wasn’t the time for recriminations. She needed to focus. It was the lack of focus that made her lose her footing and twist her knee on the way here. She didn’t let Hamilton heal it, preferring to feel the pain as a reminder to be more careful.

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The Hidden Threat

Timeline: Friday of February 29, 2008

It was a a special day for the Blood & Brew. As well as being a leap year, the extra day in February fell upon a Friday, making it the regulars a bit more celebratory than usual. The mood of the evening was also surprisingly, unidentifiably, sinister.

Lyla was personally working the bar as well as Rose. It was Ironclaw and Selene’s turn to patrol. It was Grey’s turn to monitor the spirit world, and Chaska had the night off — though he tended to spend his free time when not practicing tactics and fighting techniques with Rose and Lyla in quiet contemplation.

The bar was busy tonight and the grill was running non-stop since they began serving dinner at five. It would only run until eight when the grill was normally scheduled to be turned off and scrubbed down for the night. Even Ariyah had decided to come to the B&B tonight, and she’d received a surprised but warm welcome from Lyla. Ariyah, full of smiles and well-wishes had congratulated Lyla (in a quiet whisper) on her pregnancy. The Lupa didn’t say anything in return.

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Consideration (Pondering 2)

Lyla covered herself in a filmy robe and padded quickly out of her room, with barely a backward glance at her disheveled bed. She dashed down the hall and around the corner on quick, light feet. She saw Ramiel there, with nothing but a pair of pants hastily put on to cover himself. She picked up speed.

Ramiel heard her light, but quickly approaching footsteps and turned in surprise — just as she threw herself headlong into him. The force of her tackle threw them against the guardrail at the top of the stairs, then Lyla twisted and pulled him with her bouncing and banging down the steps. Somehow, she’d managed to put herself underneath him with the skill of a stuntman so as to take the brunt of the damage in the otherwise dangerous fall. They came to an abrupt halt when Lyla’s body, still clutching Ramiel with all her might, slammed into the wall at the landing where the steps turned ninety degrees before continuing to the ground floor below.

“What the fuck–” Ramiel exclaimed before being cut off by peels of laughter.

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The Letter

Timeline: March 16th, 2008

To say Rey felt miserable was an understatement. She’d spent the entire night crying, unable to sleep. She just wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere. But she had to work. She had to keep going. Amazing what simple home remedies and Visine could to to make her look presentable.

It was early in the morning. Rey had chosen that time because she knew he’d be out hunting and wouldn’t be at the house. Didn’t want to run into him for fear of losing her nerve. It was hard enough, forcing herself to go to there.

She’d written the letter dozens of times. She’d carried it around with her, but always found excuses not to give it to him. But she couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to now. If she didn’t, and he didn’t come back, then she’d… Her knotted stomach churned.

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