You Can’t Go Home Again

Timeline: February 20, 2008

It was a typical Wednesday night at the Blood & Brew. Rey was behind the bar, and feeling a bit distracted. In a couple of days, she would be doing something she dreaded.

Ramiel was back in what was becoming his typical spot, writing in a journal. He waved Rey over with an empty glass in his hand.

“Another of the same?” she asked him.

At that moment, a man dressed in Army Class A dress uniform with a red beret, walked into the bar. His eyes had a hard look to them as he scanned the room. As he spotted Ramiel in the corner, he made his was over to the table. His heavy footsteps seemed to echo over the usual barroom noise.

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A Few Days

Timeline: February 17th, 2008

Ramiel had been quiet but around the house more for the next few days after his return. He had gone to see Ariyah and held her for hours while she cried. Aubry and Tara had discussed things with him and he agreed with their choice. It would take time, but Ariyah would heal.

Ramiel had made sure to give Lyla the attention she needed as well. He held her hiar in the mornings when she could barely get out of bed to puke. Even overstocked the pantry with anything she wanted.

He had even managed to get the first leg of the nursery done. Little paw prints lined the walls. The ceiling was a field of stars from the summer sky. One wall was a forest, and the floor was solid black. Another wall held a scene of more fantasy than reality. But Lyla knew he had painted what he saw when he Awakened.

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A Time for Teasing

Timeline: February, 2008

Dr. John Beckett had been busy with appointments all day. Seemingly rushing from one room to the other. As the door opened on his last patient for the day he was surprised to see Alice sitting patiently on the exam table.

Her face brightened as he walked into the room and to John smiled only for him. She was wearing a simple red sweater and a black skirt.

“Hello Doctor.” She said.

“Hello Miss Alice,” John was flipping through some paper work on a clipboard, “you didn’t write down what brought you here today, nothing serious I hope.” John looked interested and friendly but not really worried.

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Payback’s a Bitch

Timeline: February 14th, Valentine’s Day, 2008

It was four days after the episode of what happened at the motel with Tara. Michael had been spending time in his and Ramiel’s sanctom on top of the hill behind his house. Lately he has been keeping pretty much to himself, working on his magical studies. He has barely slept those past few nights, rarely come down to get anything to eat.

It was about midnight, there was a feint glow coming from the small two room log cabin, that was the sanctom. All was quiet, except the occasional muttering, that was undecipherable.

Selene stood outside the cabin. “Michael,” she called out. “Come out and talk to me.”

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Eldon Well, February 22, 2008

Friday, February 22, 2008

(late morning)

Grey’s downstairs cooking breakfast. Man, I’m sore, but in such a so very good way. A nice ache that will probably last until Saturday night. He met me outside the Brew after work last night. He didn’t walk me home, but carried me. Picked me up in his arms and once we were out of easy sight of the bar, he slung me over his shoulder and practically sprinted back to the cabin.

He’d set out another spread like before, but much smaller. It soon became clear that a leisurely dinner was not in the cards for last night. I don’t think there’s a single part of me he did not touch in some way. He was so, I don’t know, serious. Methodical. Like he was trying to mark me as his or, cover every inch of me with his scent. And dear god, how he made love to me. He stopped only when I was sore, and even then, he found other ways to pleasure me. I’d doze off, completely spent, only to be awakened by a rising orgasm as he took me from behind as I slept on my belly. He said he wanted to make sure I remembered him, and to give me a reason to want to come back. As if just knowing he’s here, waiting for me, isn’t enough.

I hope they don’t expect me to drive, because I think I’ll probably sleep the entire trip there.

I gave Grey a demonstration of one of my latest accomplishments last night too. I traced the symbols for his name in his tattoo and said them in First Tongue. Grey was surprised, and impressed. He asked me why, and I told him. Being able to understand and speak it will give me an edge. I mean, how many humans learn it? Spirits and other beings will underestimate me, and I could hear things that would be to the packs benefit. The pack can use it in times of stress to let me know what I need to do and not have to worry about giving away their plans.

I want to be as much of an asset to the pack as I possibly can. The best way for me to do that is to learn what I can about their world.

I don’t know if he was excited or worried when he realized I have only one set of plain jane cotton underthings to my name. My choosing what to pack delayed breakfast about an hour. That left me just enough time to clean up so that I didn’t squish when I walked. He walked me to Ramiel’s and gave me a goodbye kiss that left me with my eyes crossed.

And I’m going to have to be a bit more aware of how I dress while we’re in Baltimore. He gave me another love bite, this time on my right breast, and it’s going to bruise just as nicely as the last one he gave me. God, the guys would have a field day if they saw it.

A Tisket a Tasket a Trickster in My Basket

Timeline: February 20th, 2008

Selene was returning home from the Blood and Brew. Since the Hunter issue was resolved, they were able to move around more freely not always needing to be in pairs. She was taking a short cut through the woods when she felt a presence, one that she had not felt since….

Following the feeling she found the woman who had been in the hotel room with the boys that night. She was sitting under a large tree meditating. Or so Selene thought, she could not be certain. Looking at her it was obvious why a drunken teen would find it difficult to turn her down.

The frustrated anger Selene felt at the situation flared, and a low growl escaped her lips before she could stop it.

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Presents

Timeline: December 25th, 2007

John stretched as he carried his bag into Ramiel’s big house. Tomorrow was going to be a looooong day, he thought, and it would be stupid stuff. People cutting themselves carving a turkey or zapping themselves with Christmas lights, children swallowing toys, all part of the job I guess.

“Ramiel, Lyla, Chaska, anyone…. anyone, anyone, Beuhler?” Well I guess, no one is home but me, I could walk around naked and no one would care… okay granted I could walk around naked and no on would care anyway… might look at me strange but no one would care. I’m rambling to myself. Thats sad… okay miles to go before I sleep

With that, John took one of the last presents out of his bag, went down into the Cavern and set Chaska’s present where he thought he would find it. There was note on top that said “There are about 140 lbs of meat in the freezer with the packs name on it, hope you enjoy — John.”

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A Match Made in Blood

Timeline: January 24th, 2008

“We carry a sensitive cargo
Below the waterline
Ticking like a time bomb
With a primitive design
Behind the finer feelings
This civilized veneer
The heart of a lonely hunter
Guards a dangerous frontier”

“Lock and Key”
– Rush

The sun set upon another day and a large wolf trotted easily through the snow amid the trees. In its jaws was the end of a strap that was holding a small bundle together. As the last ray of sunlight disappeared, he set the package down on the snow and sat down, waiting expectantly as it watched a particular tree for signs of Ann-Marie. Just before sunrise the night previous, he’d watched her escape the sun, bane of her existence, by merging with a large, old maple tree. Now he awaited her return.

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February 26th, 2008

Things didn’t go so well yesterday. I am beginning to get a feel for this town, slowly but surely. No one is as they seem. Lets start with my own personal issues. First, my lover is a very busy man, though he makes time to see me and pay attention to my needs. That’s okay as I am a Childe of the Morrigan. I have things to do, I don’t need to get completely consumed in my passion for Ironclaw. Though it is fun! I spend my time searching the woodlands and getting to know the valleys and dales that surround the town. I have also been planning to get my coven together, have met with my brother several times, and have been painting and composing. I even broke out my violin once. That being said, I wish i could understand Ironclaw more. He hasn’t really introduced me to his pack, group, tribe? I’m not sure what they call it. Though to his credit, he hasn’t asked too much about things I can’t talk about. That’s good, but I guess I do wish to know more about him, his parents, his group, et al. I suppose in that way I am curious. I find the werewolves, now that I have met them, to be fascinating.

Second also happens to be about Ironclaw. We had an altercation with a spirit or group of spirits that changed him to a man 2/3s of his age. The horny bastard got drunk with Ramiel and Michael and something happened that I really don’t care to know. Though I do. One of the Honeywells, Tara, said she’d take care of it. He innuendo was quite clear. I make it abundantly clear my opinion of her ‘solution’, and she promised me certain guarantees; promises that obviously were not kept, at least in spirit. Now Tara is a powerful being, perhaps as much as Ironclaw himself. I dont’ know what she is or does, but she just annoys me with her seeming arrogance. Then again, I can be that way sometimes too. In any case, something happened and later I learned about it. I didn’t yell, I just began to leave. He turned into a wolf an followed me after I spoke my mind and frustration. He just kept on following. You see, my man can’t apologize in a normal way for something that he did under a magic spell, but I sense he knew I was a bit hurt (I guess the feeling is hurt, perhaps betrayed?) and by following me like he did it was his way of apologizing. I know he knows that sometimes I must sometimes use the promise of romance to hunt prey, but I wont go further than feeding whiel I am with him. In fact, other than him and animals, I have for the most part avoided feeding off humans too much, at least until my herd..um, coven is assembled. He didn’t allow me to feed off him for several weeks as he thought I was treating him as prey. I carefully explained that is also had deeper meaning for me, and hopefully he will let me do so soon. All indications are that he will.

Thirdly we had a fight with one of the spirits. I nailed the flying human-thing with my talons. It bled nicely. Perhaps this was a harpy want-to-be. Anyway between all of us we drove it off. It was a group effort, though I did seem to hurt it a lot. I myself was hurt a bit, but what is pain and wounds to my kind?

Eldon Well, January 17, 2008

January 17, 2008

Oh, I’m sore. Pulled a muscle in my back at the Brew. Grey met me halfway home and gave me a massage when we got to the cabin. One thing led to another, and to say he liked the tattoo would be an understatement. Needless to say, I really like his too.

That reminds me. I need to get some body chocolate, a waterproof pad and a cheap set of sheets for the bed before Valentine’s Day.