Romantic Interlude: Michael and Selene

Timeline: Mid-December, 2007

Selene was practically bouncing with nerves. She’d gone for a run in the forest to try and get rid of her worry and anxiety, but it didn’t work as well as she’d hoped. She found herself outside Michael’s door.

After a moment of staring at it, she lifted her hand and knocked.

Michael was just finishing drying off from his shower when someone knocked on his door. Wrapping the towel around his waist, Michael went to answer his door.

Michael opened his door, and smiled when he saw Selene standing there.

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Apologies

Timeline: November 8th, 2007 — late evening.

Ramiel had just stopped back in to report that they could not reach Ariyah at the moment. That seemed to worry or distract him somewhat, but it was no cause for immediate concern; Ariyah often took walks or journeyed around a bit. What did surprise him was Daniel’s request to see Lyla.

“It’s important. Please,” Daniel asked. He was lying on a bed with fresh sheets, having been given strict instructions from John that he’d done quite enough moving about for the night. His injuries weren’t going to heal even under his attention if Daniel didn’t stop and relax a while. “Don’t do this for me,” he continued, “but for the long-term. Please send her in here alone. You may wait outside if you wish. I’ll need to talk to you later. But I must speak to her alone.”

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Insult or Injury

Well another day in wonderfukingful London Town. More Kindred have entered this Haven and insulted me, than anywhere else in my entire life, granted one of them was the Hessian and one sorts of expects it from him but still.
A knidred calling himself Vlad Tepish was going to use powers on me in the haven granted to my by the Prince of London with out my permission. Let alone the fact that the he was ordering me about in my own home. Granted with as old and scarry powerful as he is, I am not going to go crying to Mommie about it either. The people here are rude and arrogent and scarry powerful.

All that being said, now the Lady of London wants us to go down into the London Underground to try and figure out what is going on. We almost didn’t go because Breena wouldn’t tell Moria where we were going and Moria was having trust issues. I am still not sure why Brenna was trying to order me around but hey she was right, in a way I let my pride and friendship get the better of me. I don’t know if she is playing me or still mad at me.

Intervention

Timeline: November 8th, 2007 — evening.

The impact was sudden. Searing pain engulfed his body and then darkness consumed him, yet Daniel found he was strangely calm.

The jeep had impacted a tree, and Daniel had been thrown from the car, through the windshield, and then hit the same tree the Jeep was wrapped around. His body slid limp, to the ground.

As Ramiel drug himself from the wreckage, he screamed from the pain in his arm. It was broken, and obviously so. He made his way to Daniel, and even with one arm, loosing blood, he started to check him for life signs. “ JOHN!” he called as he started to compress Daniel’s chest with one hand.

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Eldon Well, November 8, 2007

I can’t believe I did it. Lyla would be so proud of me, though.

After telling her about my dreams about Grey, and then the lust spirit manifesting and wearing his face, I can’t ignore it, or deny it, anymore. I’m very attracted to him. I was attracted to Frank too, but nothing like this. I sure as heck never dreamed about him like I do Grey.

Lyla and the others left shortly after she and I got back to the house, leaving me four hours alone before I had to get to work. They say forewarned is forearmed. My dreams are telling me something that I just didn’t want to accept until now.

I want Grey.

So as soon as the others left — or more importantly, as soon as John left — I went to the clinic at the hospital to get a prescription for birth control. I don’t think I could have done it if I’d had to talk to John. John’s old enough to be my father. Having that kind of conversation with him is, I don’t know, it just feels wrong. Dr. Reilly doesn’t care who the guy is. She just gave me the “the pill or patch doesn’t prevent the transmission of disease” talk, handed me brochures about domestic violence, and gave me my prescription, some samples of the patch, and some condom samples. Won’t Lyla have a good chuckle if she sees those in my purse. Probably give me a pat on the back too.

But what do I do next? Just wait and see what happens? I don’t even know if he likes me, or even thinks I’m attractive. Maybe I could have Lyla find out? Geez, I sound like a stupid teenager. “Will you ask Timmy if he thinks I’m cute?” Blech.

Maybe I should ask her what she thinks, and if there’s some way she can find out what he thinks. If he’s not even remotely interested, I don’t want to embarass myself like that.

Well, time to get ready for work. It’s probably going to be busy tonight. Hopefully I’ll be too tired to dream.

The Library

Timeline: November 6th, 2007

Wheels squeaked gently as Alice pushed the cart of books down the long, quiet rows of books in the Philosophy section, carefully checking each one before she placed it in its assigned place on the shelf. This was the simplest and most menial part of her job, but she found it relaxing. It left her mind free and in a peaceful place to consider the new pieces of knowledge she’d discovered within the ancient, leather-bound pages of a new acquisition. She’d been working on reading the book for months, now. The book was considered by some to be written by one of the wisest people to have ever lived; each sentence was worth savoring.

Alice was an attractive women just into her low thirties. She was blessed with long, smooth black hair and sparkling, intelligent brown eyes. For someone who spent a lot of time with books, she paid a surprising amount of attention to her body and health. She was strong, toned, and wore very little excess body fat. As pretty as she was, it was surprising to some that she had not yet found a husband to marry her. The fact was, romantic matters were things she had little time for. She would rather spent her days with her books, her meditations, and her Tai Chi. Men, she had concluded long ago, were a distraction. Nevertheless she always had time for people who came to her library in search of knowledge, entertainment, and sometimes, for advice.

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John Speaks with Lyla

Timeline: November 8th, 2007.

John approached Lyla the morning after they returned from the Concilium at Concord. “I need to talk to you,” he told her.

Lyla was recently up from a nap. It had been a long night searching for the cause of Daniel’s visions and it hadn’t been very fruitful. Still, the energetic werewolves seemed to be up and about after what only seemed a short nap.

“Sure, John,” Lyla said. The smile was matched by her eyes. She wouldn’t soon forget that it was in large part John’s actions that kept her alive long enough to be transported to the hospital. She hadn’t thanked him for that yet, but it had been on her mind.

“I don’t know if you know or not but I can read minds, it started after that thing in the caverns took over over Chaska.”

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opening the way

I have contacted the Senishal of London. Who is the next oldest of my line still alive, not counting my sire.

It was my desire to be accepted by the line and and recognized and so lessen Micheal’s power over me perhaps haveing him repremanded for creating and abandoning me.

I thought perhaps if I had a sponsor of higher power then he would back off and leave me alone.

I do not think that will happen but another oportunity has presented itself. A kindred named Ezreal, who has helped me before and is a ally of Avia has offered me an opportunity to re-create myself and show a different face to the world.

Shawn Thornton must die so that I may live. It is time that I left my past life and truely embraced the new one.

A Walk in the Park… Or Not

Timeline: November 8th, 2007

Lyla seemed to to sleep in after her first night home from the hospital. It had been very quiet up there in Ramiel’s room and even Ramiel had gotten up and was out and about somewhere about town and there was still not sign of Lyla. Rey knew this was a little unusual for werewolves. They seemed at best to catch only naps, even at night. She hadn’t heard of Uratha sleeping all night, although granted she’d only really known them for about a month and a half.

Rey was considering checking on her when Lyla showed up in the kitchen. She looked freshly showered, with hair mostly dry but still damp. She was in fresh, clean clothes — and happily so after three weeks in hospital gowns. Rey could tell Lyla was still moving just a little bit slowly. Most likely, she was weak from her long bed-stay. Exercise was something that could alleviate that, help her regain her former strength.

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Epilogue for Azlu Aftermath

Timeline Period from October 15th to November 7th, 2007
Selene had run to get John Beckett, who was in the lobby arranging for their expected extended stay as the werewolves worked on repairing the damage to the Spirit World the Azlu had done. He, as well as Michael, were led back to Ramiel’s room were he continued to give Lyla CPR. It took John only moments to realize that her body was far too damaged to function on it own. He had no choice but to call the ambulance. Inevitably, the authorities would have to be involved.

The trip to the hospital was hardly more than getting her moved across the street and parking lot to the emergency room. Ramiel, still shocked she had not simply regenerated and gotten back up in a few hours’ time, was coldly informed by Bjorn that her body had sustained too much damage to repair itself. At that point, only time — and luck — would enable even a werewolf to recover.

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