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Post by Silver on Nov 16, 2007 0:29:05 GMT -5
Justin watched the setting sun out the little round window of the plane, admiring the splashes of reds, pinks and purples across the atmosphere. His hand reached out, touching the cool glass before he pulled the plastic window screen across. He almost wished he had a camera, just to take a picture to show Pollynda what she was no longer able to see.
He checked his watch as the voice of the pilot came over the intercom, telling them they would be landing in just a few minutes.
Justin leaned back in his seat, pressing his back against the uncomfortable fabric.
Headin' home.
His trip to Spain had been compulsive and expensive, but completely worth it. It had nearly convinced him to stay there, except it probably would have turned sour. Everything perfect turns sour if you push it.
Instead he was going to try to move on. He'd maybe miss Pollynda and their weird relationship, but otherwise he might have a chance at a normal life; if he could get up the nerve to go. A trip to Spain was easy, no attachments, no commitments, but leaving the place you'd called home for so long... that was going to be hard.
But it was time for a change.
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Post by Silver on Nov 30, 2007 18:40:12 GMT -5
When the cab pulled up in front of his house, his eyes rested lovingly on his truck, and the exterior of his home. He still had work to finish on the truck.
This may be the most painful place in the world to live, but it was his home; could he really just pack up and go? Should he? Where else would he go? He couldn't exactly travel from town to town like a gypsy -- any weres or vamps he came across would try to kill him, and although that wouldn't be easy, it would quickly get tiresome. He could always take the age-old escape route of a were: change and go live as he could in his other form. Sure, other wolves may not trust him, but maybe he could find a pack that would tolerate him.
He paid the cabby and stepped out onto the sidewalk, rolling his shoulders back to relieve some of the remaining tension from the flight. Flying was one of the most stressful events he had ever been introduced to; even before he was half-dead.
His key slide into the lock a little stiffly, but otherwise everything seemed just as he'd left it. Even the pyramid of beer cans he'd left in the middle of the kitchen hadn't fallen over.
He shrugged off his jacket and dropped his suitcase at the bottom of the stairs, before glancing at the answering machine. The little display screen showed two messages. He hit play.
"Welcome home Wolfie, from all of us at the O. Missed ya, and hope we be seein' ya 'round. " Credence's voice was its usual cocky-self. “by the way, my Blade score is toppin’ 25,000!” Justin shook his head in slight disbelief. He'd have to drop in on him before he left.
The second message began to play as he began the scribble himself a 'to do' list.
“Justin. Call me.”
Aidriana’s voice was a succinctly sweet as ever.
He paused a second, before picking up the phone and turning the dialer.
She picked up on the second ring.
“You rang?” His voice was cold and hard, and a lot steadier than it had ever been for the last few months.
He hadn’t drunk a thing in Spain. Sobriety seemed to agree with him.
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Post by Silver on Dec 6, 2007 15:05:55 GMT -5
Aidriana's voice was sweet and succinct, as usual. "I heard your name on the wind; change it was telling me, turbulence. How are you? What's going on?"
Justin's hand raked through his hair. "I think your spirits were just telling you about my plane ride, Dri." He continued writing on the notepad on the table in front of him. Pack, Call the realtor, Finish fixing the truck...
"A plane ride? Oh you lucky thing! Where'd you go?" Her voice sounded anything but happy for him.
"A little jealous that I don't have to book the midnight flights?" Call Pollynda.
"Shut up smartass; I made you, but reversing the process isn't very hard." Her tone was cool, with just a touch of irritation. He knew he'd hit his mark -- sometimes she made it too easy.
"Dri, if you find a way to reverse it, I will kiss the ground you walk on and worship you for the rest of your long life; or for the rest of my life, which ever is shorter." He paused in his scribbles. "I mean that Dri, if you can fix this..." His hands had unconciously put the pencil he'd been using down, and he found himself leaning heavily on the hall table.
The silence on the phone was louder to him than a freight train.
"I.. I don't know, Wolf. I don't want to give you false hope." She laughed a sharp bark of laughter. "I may seem to hate you sometimes, child, but you are one of my favourites. And don't think I don't know the amount of times you've tried to off yourself without my consent. Your soul is mine by right, and I shall not have you take that from me! If anyone or thing kills you it should be by my hand." A vein of madness had flooded into her voice, and Justin merely shook his head.
"Dri, you need to tell that to all the people who've tried to kill me over the years. They seem to have missed the memo."
The most unnerving thing he'd found about the entire vampire species, was when you were on the phone you couldn't tell if they'd left the conversation or were just thinking, there wasn't the reassuring sound of their breathing.
"Look Dri, I've got to run. Tonnes of stuff to do, I'll talk to you sometime." His hand began to pull the receiver away from his ear when her voice stopped him once more.
"I'll look into fixing you, Wolf." Before he could respond the dial tone began blaring in his ear.
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Post by Silver on Apr 23, 2008 23:41:21 GMT -5
She haunts him when he closes his eyes. As he stands in front of Fey her voice is in the back of his mind. He can't blink for fear her mouth will mould the words he hears.
Forgot me that fast? What about all the times we met in the woods behind your house, the nights your dad didn't know you hadn't been home since the sun set and didn't walk in that door 'til well after it rose? What about the ring you bought me? You know the one on the silver band with the pearl and diamond flecks? Was it really just a cheap trinket like my mom said?
He knew she wasn't that petty, that she would never say these things. She had loved the ring.
How can this girl understand you? You're from a different time period; you're old enough to be her father. You're sick for looking at her like that. How could you even think it.
He can almost hear her harsh laugh, the one that means what she's going to say is sarcastic and not one ounce humourous.
Our baby would be almost her age now, how can you even look at her? You're sick! She's a child! Her voice ended in a near scream.
He winced, his eyes momentarily shutting, seeing her as she had lain upon that forest floor, the dark blood covering her throat. Every other part of her was pristine. Only her shirt and hair were marred. Her eyes wide, beseeching him to save her, to do something other than stand there.
How DARE you think how stupid I was that day? Who gives you the right to judge my actions? How can you think that? I loved you! And all you can think later, now that I'm dead, is that I was stupid for wanting to get near the wolf? Who was it that built up my confidence? Who was teaching me how to handle animals? How could you try to slough this off one me?
Her cold eyes blinked at him, her mouth moving, words trying to squeeze past the gurgle of blood. He could see the cartilage of her trachea.
The wolf in him opened his eyes, assessing the girl in front of him. All it saw was a healthy, young female. The perfect type for a mate.
The man in him was disgusted with himself. He nearly turned away from her, willing to head in any direction other than be near her. Instead he decided he would rationalize, take a father figure. Cool the ardor the wolf harboured. The wolf was too close to the surface to let him leave her completely.
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