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Leaving Las Vegas [27 Dec 2007|02:03am] [ music | Ashes And Wine - A Fine Frenzy ] Don't know what to do anymore I've lost the only love worth fighting for I'll drown in my tear storming sea, That would show you, that would make you hurt like me Last Christmas was different. The apartment was filled with decorations and the tree stood proudly in the corner, decked out in every single cheap dollar store tchotchke she could find. There were never many presents under the tree, only one necklace. Only one Christmas spent in the company of another. These Vegas nights were lonely. The depression that had threatened to devour her since the first love of her life passed on so many years before had taken her over - the protective shield around her heart blocked everyone out. Even her. All the same I don't want mudslinging games It's such a shame To let you walk away Last Christmas, she held a new beginning in her arms. There was no one to blame for why they had fallen apart. Two broken, dysfunctional people trying to forge a partnership. The one woman that was able to let her love again was again blocked out by a self-preservation technique perfected by years of women pretending to love her, then break her heart. Two women were able to break through - and they were both lost. There was nothing left for her here. Is there a chance? A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel? A reason to fight? Is there a chance you may change your mind? Or are we ashes and wine? The Christmas decorations had been boxed up and collected by the Salvation Army a couple hours ago. The furtniture had been given to the other residents of the complex. Her landlord got her kitchen stuff. The clothes fit in one suitcase. It would be too much trouble to travel with all of it all over again, especially overseas. She was to report to the Watchers' Council. They wanted to allow her back in, after all these years. The news shocked her. It was like a light shone on her again. It was a purpose. It could end up being a disaster again. She could end up in her flat, cradling a bottle of wine all over again. She could risk it, though. Death was not an option anymore - unless D'Hoffyrn found out about her defection. If the Council found her a Slayer who could live forever like they promised, then she would be happy. If D'Hoffyrn found her first and took away her immortality - or even killed her - then she would be content to die. She had loved two women with all her heart and soul and that was enough. Don't know if our fate's already sealed This day's spinning surface on a wheel I'm ill with the thought of your kiss Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips The good times were wonderful, she thought as she gazed out the window. God, it was amazingly ironic that one woman could bring back her humanity. It was her love that allowed her to open her heart to the new job, to turn her back on D'Hoffyrn. The feel of her skin against Mallory's reminded her of her human outside, the casing that surrounded the demon enclosed. Love was a human emotion, blocked by the animalistic lust that had been part of the crust around her soul. Mallory was the balance, the only woman thus far who could look at each side of her, demon and human, and love them both equally. Alicia didn't know if she would find someone like her anymore - and she knew that she finally had to let her go. Shut it out I've got no claim on you now Not allowed to wear your freedom down She remembered the love triangle with a bittersweet smile. They could all have her now, those admirers of her red hair beauty. She threw up her white flag. Maybe she wasn't strong enough to keep her. The lure of the night, those darker than she, must have been too intoxicating. Maybe it was just time. People drifted apart. She couldn't blame her depression fully. The depression took hold of her, deadened her to the outside world, but the lure of her inner world was not the only obstacle. There were probably plenty of reasons. Is there a chance? A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel? A reason to fight? Is there a chance you may change your mind? Or are we ashes and wine? The taxi honked, startling out of her reverie. A final survey of the now empty apartment brought tears to her eyes. This chapter of her life was finished. The new resident was due to move in soon, a newlywed couple who came here to marry and decided to stay. She knew, somehow, that they would soon follow her out of the apartment, like the rest of the tenants before and after her. All with their own stories. She wondered who would remember hers. The story of the beauty and the beast and the human who brought her back together. ~*~ I'll tear myself away That is what you need There is nothing left to say But... The taxi stopped in front of the last known residence she knew Mallory lived at. Hopefully some good person would pass it on if she was no longer here. She stood at Mallory's door and brought her arm up to knock. Bringing her arm down, she shook her head. No need to reopen old wounds that were in the process of healing. The paths had diverged. The fire was out. Still... Alicia placed a small package in the mailbox, tied with ribbon. There was a card inside, with her name, her new address, and a short letter telling her where she was going. Below the letter was a brushed nickle pendant with a rose engraved in the middle. On the back of the pendant were the words "Thank you. ADW." She climbed back in the taxi, watching as the man grumbled because she had him going out of his way. It was worth every penny. In mere hours, she would be flying across the country to a new chapter in her life. She was closing the book, moving on from this dusty old town and the city of lights. That didn't mean she wasn't allowed to leave a bookmark in it. Is there a chance? A fragment of light at the end of the tunnel? A reason to fight? Is there a chance you may change your mind? Or are we ashes and wine? The day's still ashes and wine Or are we ashes? post comment

Next Year, All Our Troubles Will Be Miles Away? (Set Before The Celebration) [23 Dec 2006|05:39pm] The apartment building was familiar, and Mallory sat in the truck looking at it for at least fifteen minutes before getting out, reaching back into the vehicle for the present she'd brought along. She was hesitant, at least not exactly, but she was being a little careful. She hadn't been here in months, and she couldn't even begin to imagine the reception she might get, but if she was really going to start repairing her bridges she had to start here. Up on the porch, she waited for three solid beats, then knocked on the door. She was brave, she could deal with whatever happened. She'd had a real conversation with her mother, right? Right. Tis the season for gift-giving and turning over a new leaf. Alicia pulled her stockings over her knees and stood up to yank them up her thighs. She hadn't really celebrated the holiday with anyone in years, excepting the occasional girlfriend or fuck buddy. Who was she kidding? The only girlfriend-type-thing she had in a while was Mallory- and to this day the first gift she had given in a while. Casting a look at her bedside drawer, she saw the little tuft of a bow peeking out from the closed edge. Would I see her? The vengeance demon turned back to her closet with a small wounded look, wearing only her nylons and undergarments, as she searched for her infamous red dress. Less than five days til Christmas and she wanted to at least look festive, even if she didn't exactly feel like it. ( Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, let your heart be light ) ( ...Here we are as in olden days, happy golden days of yore. ) ( Faithful friends who are dear to us gather near to us once more. ) ( Through the years, we all will be together, if the Fates allow ) ( Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow ) ( ...So have yourself a merry little Christmas now ) She placed the palm of her hand against the wooden surface flattening it there as if it were the familiar small of Alicia's back. This was the first step in not being a screw up, she guessed. I love you, she mouthed in silence, then nodded before turning to walk down the stairs. Don't give up on me yet. 77 comments|post comment

[09 Oct 2006|12:01pm] Sex... Warm, slippery, stimulating intercourse... It might not have been an activity in which Victoria had much experience when alive, but as a vampiress it was something she excelled in. Most of the time, she used seduction to gain nutrition for an evening, although every so often she found someone who played her games well enough for her to resist the killing urge and simply feed in naughty little teasing nips. Perhaps not even that. It was a rarity, but did happen. The last night had gone by in a flurry of alcohol and, judging from her mood, fun. As dusk, once more, began to gather, the vampiress began to stir, but eyes did not open quite yet. Instead, feeling secure and happy against her partner, nude beneath the sheets, the brunette purred, nuzzling into female neck. Her smile gratified and wide, fingertips of one hand playing loosely in her lover's hair. "Mmmm..." ( Sharing A Bed ) ( Aftermath ) Waving fingers in reflex motion, the vampiress waved her rediscovered friend goodbye. While her recollection was not the greatest, the event as a whole was certainly going to stay in her memory as one of the most unexpected yet. Alongside getting taken to a concentration camp for manual labour. Looking back down on the hotel bed, Victoria silently wondered if she would have done anything with the girl, had the situation been different. Food for thought, if nothing else. She, however, was going to take a while before chancing her own luck with gravity. The bright neon lights of Las Vegas were going to have to wait. post comment

Past Catching Up With Her [19 May 2006|04:42am] ( Past Remembered ) ( Past Revisited ) ( Past Reflected ) post comment

Disconcerting Thoughts [19 Mar 2006|07:46pm] Alicia lay back in the bathtub, one hand submerged under the water and the other loosely holding the stem of a half-full wineglass. Soft jazz played from the other room, wafting in through the open doors into the candle-filled bathroom. The vengeance demon should have been happy. Should have, being the operative word. Even though Mallory had confessed to hiding things, she still felt humiliated, exposed with the rosy-colored glasses on her face. And even though she spent last night and this morning catering to every need, sexual and otherwise, of her favorite redhead... something was off. It was like she forgot what had been done to her whenever Mallory entered the room. It was like she entered a haze where Mallory could do no wrong. It was the time-tested fog of love, of romance. The only time the fog disappated was when Mallory left the next morning, or whenever she decided to leave again. No, she wasn't bitter. She couldn't be. Was she allowed to be? Only being in a relationship when Mallory deemed it so. Finding out that the woman she had once bedded had an eye, a claim on the one girl that she fell in love with. A tryst with Victoria was a fuck, but everytime Alicia lay Mallory down, it was love. Alicia's brow furrowed. Mallory did not seem enthused with the arrangement. And she loved Victoria. Loved. Wasn't love one of those words only for one person? Or was that as passe as jelly shoes and slap bracelets. The mental reference dated her and she frowned deeper. Wasn't that the whole point of love? To love, honor, cherish til death do us part? Til death do us part. Except there was no death. Not for Alicia. The thought of living without Mallory struck her for the first time. It amazed her, how humans had so little time. Thousands of lifetimes she'd lived since the first love of her life passed on... or did it only feel that way? Part of Alicia felt guilty, truth be told, to tell Mallory not to be with Vicky. She only has so much time. Shaking her head furiously, she shook the disconcerting thought out of her head. Mallory picked her. Mallory was given the choice. Mallory was hers, goddamn it. Mallory was her girlfriend and she was hers. People mate with one other. Polygamy be damned. Alicia took a final, decisive gulp of her wineglass, draining it and dropping her hand to the side of the tub. The wineglass clinked against the porcelain, filling the ominous silence that permeated the apartment after the record completed. Right? post comment

Starting Over [17 Mar 2006|12:31am] No more excuses. This had to happen and it had to happen now. No matter how much she wanted to run from it. Quinn had parked herself on Alicia's doorstep but hadn't knocked yet. She was still trying to gather her thoughts, wanting to come up with the exactly right things to say so that no one would get hurt. And she owed the other woman honesty anyway, just as much as she owed it to Victoria. It was time for the whole, unvarnished truth. Now if she could just find the courage to knock on the damned door. Alicia sat with the balls of her feet on the edge of the seat of the chair, laptop perched on the tops of her knees. A pencil was held between her teeth and a pile of receipts was piled on the kitchen table next to her. She was dressed in vengeance demon gear, about to go out and do her job. D'Hoffryn was getting on her ass about not filling the quota and her taxes were due April 15th, so Alicia was determined to get some carnage in so she could pay what little bit of money that the United Statesa government wanted. Tapping her toes to the jazzy music playing from her record player, she sang gently and half-heartedly to Etta James. ( Dropping The Bombshell ) ( Feeling Betrayed ) ( Choices ) As if to punctuate the sentence, Quinn kissed the palm of her hand, then blew a breath across it in Alicia's direction, meaning every syllable. Once the door was closed, she sagged back against the couch and closed her eyes. Honesty was not only the best policy from now on, it was the only policy. It was certainly way overdue. post comment

Quality Time [06 Jan 2006|09:58pm] Grocery shopping took place immediately after work, since Quinn wanted to make a phone call before she got dinner started. She wresled the bags inside, then did a quick pass through the living room picking up several pairs of shoes and a few books. One thing about finally settling down in one place, it made it easier to collect a lot of random stuff. The quick tidying job done, she picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. Even if she got the machine, she trusted her call would be returned soon enough. One ring, two rings, three rings... Her chopsticks moved surely as Alicia picked noodles out of her instant soup. An old movie played on the television, and Alicia hadn't moved from that spot since lunchtime. She had been feeling under the weather, so she was bundled up... or at least as bundled up as one could be living in Nevada. Her stuffy nose had subsided, thank God, but it gave her voice a funny tone. It was with this tone that she answered the vibrating phone next to her. "Hello?" ( An Invitation ) ( Couple Quality Time ) ( Vacation /All I ever Wanted / Vacation / Got to Get Away ) Surprisingly, she hadn't done a terrible job with the dinner, and she ate a bit more before saying, "Happy New Year, Alicia, even if its late. I'm glad you're here." Alicia swallowed the last bit of meat, face retaining the grin. "Happy New Year, Mallory. There's no where I'd rather be." Alicia wrinkled her nose. "Even if it is in dusty, old Searchlight." post comment

In Your Arms Again [11 Dec 2005|11:06pm] The mirror had become her worst enemy. Still, Alicia stood in front of it, staring at her reflection. The furrows in her brow stood out in the half-light of the room. Each etching in her face for a day without word of Mallory. Her hands gripped the basin of the sink. The confident frame had shed pounds with worry. Mouth turned down into an almost permanent frown, she flexed her fingers on the cool porcelain. It felt like she was mourning all over again. She shook her head to dispel the dark thought, but it refused to leave, tugging at the corners of her conscious mind. It was all Alicia could do not to cry, to finally crack under the pressure of worry that threatened to crush her now fragile frame. If I was the praying type, I'd-- Just.. I don't know what or who is up there, but please. Please bring her back home safely to me. With everything that had been going on, Quinn had almost forgotten that Christmas was rolling around again, but she was reminded by the traffic when she started the drive up to Las Vegas. The weather had gotten colder, and she'd put on a fatigue jacket before locking the trailer door behind her. She hadn't had enough leisure time recently, and her social life had borne the brunt of it. Alicia, she thought, the truck seeming to find its own way to the demon's apartment building. It had been too long since they'd seen each other, and now that things were back to what passed for normal, she hoped to correct that. Shutting the engine off, she climbed out of the vehicle and smoothed out her shirt before walking up to the door. Her regular knock, three crisp raps on the door, then just...waiting. ( Homecoming ) ( Change of Plans ) ( Beauty in the Eye of the Beholder ) "Alicia?" Quinn's voice was very soft when she spoke next, soft and a little hesitant. Her hands found the other woman's under the water, then twined her fingers through Alicia's in a gentle clasp. She'd said it once already, partly from just being so damn glad to be here again, but now she wanted to say it a second time. Even if she said it with her back turned. "I love you." The words sent a momentary feeling of panic through Alicia's body, but it with a realization that had a warm feeling follow the first. She is everything you ever wanted, everything you need. She'll be the one to save you. The small inner monologue calmed her and for the first time, the words didn't scare her. "I love you too. I think that's the only thing I've ever been certain about in my life." The redhead let out a breath, the last of the tension draining out of her. "Certainty's under-rated," she said, turning to kiss Alicia's cheek. "I think this is gonna be the best vacation I've ever had." post comment

Safe Harbor In Your Arms (PG for Girly Touches) [09 Oct 2005|07:25pm] She was going to have to get some sleep soon. Dealing with both Purity and Bethany in one afternoon was taxing, to say nothing of Jill, and she made a stop on the way to Alicia's to pick up another large coffee to give herself a caffeine boost. Between being tired and being worried, nothing was looking too bright and shiny right now. The vengeance demon's neighborhood looked even worse than usual when she parked the truck outside of her building, and she hoped that the lack of a returned phone call didn't mean more bad news. Quinn tossed the coffee cup into a trash can on her way in, stomach tightening against more worry. Even her knock sounded nervous when she rapped on the door, and she had to let out the breath she'd been holding before it opened, putting her hands in her pockets. If Purity was fine, Alicia's fine too, she assured herself. Not everybody has disappeared. Alicia stood in the doorway, watching Quinn's face turn from worry to relief as the door swung open to reveal the vengeance demon. "Mallory. You're a sight for sore eyes. The city's been really odd lately. You notice?" Alicia's voice was light, so she could untense Quinn. The cheeky grin Alicia was sporting did not change when she leaned against the doorframe and put her hand out to cradle Mallory's face in her palm. "Honey, if you're going to make it a habit to come here when you're anxious, let me be the first to tell you that I don't mind it one bit. Come on in and let me in on what's making you upset." ( Sight for Sore Eyes ) ( Safe With You ) "I..." Alicia struggled with the words she was trying to say. "I..." The emotions in her face spoke volumes as her eyes said the sentence that was so difficult for her to say. It frustrated her and it scared her, but she hoped Quinn would understand the words she couldn't say. "I know," Quinn said very softly, looking up into Alicia's eyes as her hands rested on her shoulders. And if Rachel's ghost was still hovering somewhere between them, she felt no impatience at it. Grief that had been given a long time to make itself at home was a hard tenant to evict, and she wouldn't feel right about trying to force anything. "I know, darlin'." She straightened up, kissed her lingeringly on the mouth. "It's why I'm still here." It was reassurance and comfort all at once, her arms wrapping securely around the demon's waist. "For as long as you want me. That's a promise." post comment

Setting Things Straight (Last Night) [10 Sep 2005|02:25pm] After finally dragging herself away from the lobby window at Victoria's hotel, Quinn almost ran to her truck, where she climbed behind the wheel and then just...sat there. She felt shaky, like she'd just dragged herself away from the highest precipice she could find, and every time she tried to start the engine her hands refused to work. Eventually, she gave up and just sat behind the wheel, letting her thoughts run amok. She couldn't keep doing this. COULDN'T. Victoria was right, she needed to go to Alicia. Even if they didn't know what they were yet, or if there was a 'they', she owed it to her to be honest. Resting her forehead against the steering wheel, Quinn let out a frustrated grunt, then swung the door open again. Finding a pay phone, she dug change out of her pocket and dialed Alicia's number. Looking at her watch, she let out another grunt at the hour. "Just please pick up, okay? This needs to stop." Rousing herself from a nap, Alicia cast a dark look at the culprit of her disturbed slumber. Reaching out an arm from under the comforter, she grasped her phone and flipped it open. A smile crept its way onto her face when she read the caller ID. Pressing the "talk" button, Alicia dropped her voice and smirked. "Hello, Madam Alicia, Sex Goddess Extraordinare. When would you like to set up an appointment?" She stretched her legs and pulled the sheets back onto her body. ( Talking ) ( Revelations ) "Can I stay with you tonight? I don't think I'm up for the drive home, I'm too strung-out. Can I stay?" "You can stay as long as you like." Alicia stood up slowly so Mallory wouldn't topple onto the cushions and held out her hand for Mallory to take. "Though the futon isn't as comfortable as the bed, I warn you. Unless you want to sleep out here..." A sultry smile followed the tease. "And if you do, I hope you reconsider it. Because I sure don't like sleeping alone." For the first time since arriving at the vengeance demon's apartment, the redhead got some of her bearings back. Taking Alicia's hand in her own, she got up in a surprsingly relaxed motion. "Who said anything about sleeping out here?" she drawled. She lifted the other woman's hand to her mouth and kissed it lightly, brushing her lips against the knuckles. "I'd rather sleep spooned up against your back. Y'know, just to make sure I get all the rest I need. Wouldn't want to get cheated out of my beauty sleep." "Sounds wonderful to me," Alicia purred. Pulling Mallory over to the door, she stopped just past the doorway of her bedroom. Wrapping her arms around Quinn's waist, she pulled the redhead to her and pressed a kiss to her lips. At the moment of the impact of lips on lips, Alicia closed the door with her foot. Best there be no interruptions, she thought with a smile. post comment

This Might Take A While (PG-13 For Girly Touches) [19 Aug 2005|01:14pm] Alicia turned over in her bed, frowning at the wetness she felt on her pillow. It was early morning and the violent sounds of the neighborhood were still to come. Still, the first lights of dawn were peeking through the cracks of the blinds... onto the lithe figure curled up next to her. The early-morning blissed out fog she had been basking in was shattered as a nervous and paralysing feeling crept up her spine. The wetness on her pillow was now connected with the tear tracks trailing down her face. It all came rushing back: dinner, her confessions, the lovemaking. The memories spun around in her head until she felt dizzy. Alicia sat up shakily, bringing her arms around her still-covered knees. Quinn was sleeping on her stomach, her left arm dangling off the side of the bed. As promised, Alicia's story had been a long one, and they'd talked for hours after returning from the Underground. Her dreams were all twisted up with the demon's confession. Rachel. Her death. D'Hoffryn. The change from Watcher the vengeance demon, the switch driven by fury and grief-stricken rage. A shift next to her on the bed woke her from her light sleep, and she lifted her head from the pillow to find Alicia sitting up next to her. "Whuh?" she said semi-intelligently, then blinked groggily. Rolling over after some effort, she added more coherently, "Hey. You all right? What time is it?" ( I Think My Fear Of Intimacy Has Shaped Me Throughout My Life ) "C'mere." It was a gentle murmur, and Quinn pulled Alicia into her arms, making herself cradle rather than grasp. The word we kind of scared the hell out of her too, but she steeled herself against the urge to panic. "I don't mind holding you." Her hand smoothed a path down the vengeance demon's back, from her shoulders to the base of her spine, the motion working to be soothing. Alicia was right, they were cutting out a hard row for themselves. But they couldn't be afraid of consequences. They couldn't be afraid to live. "I'll be here as long as you want me." post comment

Mercenary Hearts (PG-13 for Girly Touches) [11 Aug 2005|11:01pm] Life coasted along for the next few days. Quinn worked, did the occasional patrol, and generally kept out of trouble. She got a call from the landlord of the trailer park, giving her the good news that she'd survived the screening process, which meant she'd have to come up with the deposit and the first month's rent before she could move in. Good times. That same night, she got a call from her cousin Harlan in Phoenix, who in a clearly insane burst of generosity said he was going to wire her the rest of the money he owed her. Something about an insurance settlement and how his Jeep got totalled in a wreck, but he managed to get out with only a broken foot. Typical Harlan. Still...money. Good times. She decided to treat herself to a good steak dinner, which meant a trip up the highway. She was beginning to know her way around Vegas a little more, what with the frequent trips back and forth, and if nothing else she could hit The Underground for dinner. The crowds were just starting to mill around on the sidewalks when she parked the truck, and she ambled along among the masses, feeling weirdly comfortable despite the number of people around. Life was definitely looking up. Maybe fate had a hand in things after all. Alicia bent down to adjust the strap of her sandals. The twenty-fifth came and went and D'Hoffyrn wasn't pleased with her self-induced isolation. In no uncertain terms, he instructed her to get her fat butt out of bed and get on the town. "Find a Slayer. Go eviscerate something. Meet contacts. I don't care. Go do your job." So caring, that D'Hoffyrn, she said with sarcasm. Seeing her walking the strip, clad in her usual uniform of a miniskirt and a close-fitting top, would make one wonder what her job actually was. After the fifteenth once-over by a disgusting male, she was beginning to hate the male species even more than usual, if that was at all possible. Alicia had half a mind to start praying to God for a woman, though her faith in anything omnipotent had been shaken, with the death of--. Shaking her head emphatically, she tried to put the memories that had kept her home for so long aside. She needed to find someone to take her mind off of it all. Her unspoken prayer was answered when she spotted a flash of red. Quinn had slowed down to a walk past one of the strip joints, rubbernecking in the hopes of getting a free peek, but one of the bouncers waved her off. She made a sour face, as if to say 'What?', but she retreated without causing a fuss. She wasn't that interested in strippers, anyway. She was just about to the doors of The Underground when she spotted something - or rather someone - she might be interested in. "Well, this is a surprise," she said with a grin as she got closer, slipping her hands casually into her pockets. Her smile faltered a bit when she added, "Ah, I didn't...I didn't call you, did I? I meant to, I'm pretty sure. I must've gotten distracted. Sorry about that." Alicia made her way through the crowd easily. The smile on her face came just as easily when she realized who it was. Alicia smiled. "Hey, gorgeous. Don't worry about it. I wasn't in the mood for calls anyway." She pulled Mallory into a hug and reveled in the feel of the girl's body against hers. I know what I'm in the mood for now. Alicia felt the familiar stirrings of lust and grinned. Good to know I'm not broken. She pulled away, but kept her arms around Mallory's waist. "What's new with you?" The hug was kind of a surprise, but Quinn went with it, her arms slipping around Alicia's wait comfortably. Not like it felt bad or anything. "Not a lot's new," she said easily, lacing her fingers loosely at the base of the other woman's spine. "I was just on the hunt for a steak dinner, and there not much social life in Searchlight unless you're over the age of sixty at least." She eyed Alicia's outfit, her mouth pursing appreciatively. "Want to join me?" she asked on a whim. "I'll but you dinner, it'll make up for my lapse in manners. Would you mind some company?" "You don't have to pay for my food, Mallory. I would enjoy the company, though." She gave Mallory her own onceover. "I don't know what you see in that sleepy, dusty little town anyway. Vegas is where the action is. Vegas is the city of sin, and it has hot women. How much more do you need to have a good time?" Alicia broke apart from Mallory and laced her arm through her elbow. The redhead shrugged good-naturedly, joining her arm with Alicia's. She was a little wary of discussing what was keeping her in Searchlight, so she simply said, "I don't think I could ever see Vegas as home. Too many lights, too much noise, too much...stuff." ( Food, Drink, and Family ) ( Wishes ) "Sounds good to me." Alicia threaded her arm across her back and pulled Mallory close. "Sounds very very good to me." That was enough to make her grab a kiss even before they left the premises, and afterwards she escorted Alicia to the truck as if she didn't have a care in the world. This, she had decided, was a very good night, and apparently it was only going to get better. post comment

Payment for Services Rendered (Happened Last Night) [10 Jul 2005|02:57pm] ( Information ) Alicia lay on her bed, reliving the night in her mind. It was kinda erotic, being in Katherine's room surrounded by weapons. The potential for violence was what always got her going. The thrill of bloodshed. At first, being a vengeance demon was all about avenging Rachel. As the years passed, the excitement she felt as she zeroed in on her target wasn't at all out of justice, but of a thirst for blood. The fact that she had righted a wrong came second. Thinking back to her various sexual exploits since she came to the fair state of Nevada, she grinned happily. Each face entered her mind, accompanying a wave of pleasure. Rachel's face entered her mind and Alicia's face fell. With more than a mild feeling of guilt, she rolled onto her side and pulled her blankets to her chin. I wonder what she thinks of me now. I'm almost the textbook dictionary of a whore. Payment for services rendered. Sleep claimed her, but it was not an easy sleep. post comment

Personal Tour of Vegas [06 Jul 2005|06:21pm] Alicia walked down the strip, in a considerably bad mood. She hadn't seen Vicky in a while. She had a killer hangover after drinking a couple celebratory drinks. (So what if she was British? She was living in America now and... hell, did she need a reason to drink?) And to top it all off, Alicia's room still smelled like vodka. Falling asleep with a bottle in her hand was not the smartest thing to do. Looking down at the address on her hand, she checked the address before slipping into a no-name bar. As the door opened, she was hit with a huge cloud of cigarette smoke. Pleasant welcome. Alicia sauntered over to the bar and signalled the bartender. "Bloody Mary." Same bloody thing every time. Quinn didn't actively begin to worry until she still didn't hear from Roxy for another three days. She went by her apartment a couple of times to find her not there, then sat in the truck for an hour while waiting for her, and...she never showed up. Eventually she decided, kind of uneasily, that the other girl had simply blown town and elected not to say anything. Hard to make contact without a phone, after all, and Roxy had apparently been wandering herself, just the way she had. Family, a job offer, she met somebody and decided to shack up with him...yeah, that was all. She hoped. ( Meeting Alicia ) ( Flirting ) "Heh. You're teasing me now, aren't you?" Gesturing at her t-shirt and black jeans, the redhead said, "When I was growing up, my ma kept tellin' me if I kept dressing like a boy, people would start thinking I *was* one." A careless shrug. "I got over worrying about it, I guess." She waved a hand at the door leading outside, saying, "As for other entertainments, I'm sure if we put our minds to it, we could find something. It's your town, after all. I'd be glad to have you as a tour guide." One of her eyebrows quirked, just this side of being suggestive as she made to lift her rump off of the stool. "Want to motor?" "You're definitely not a boy. If you were, I wouldn't be leaving with you, now would I? And I'd be glad to be your tour guide." Alicia winked. "A personal tour guide. Let's go." post comment

What The Others Never See [25 Jun 2005|07:58pm] Alicia sat on the edge of her bed, elbows resting on her knees. She held the bottle of liquor between steepled fingers. She heard the shouts of the local gangs as they paraded their testosterone-filled selves in order to try to intimidate the opposition. That was the beauty of living in Northwest, one of the shittier neighborhoods in Vegas and home to Alicia's cheap-as-hell apartment. Not that Alicia spent a lot of time in said apartment. She had never been the type that others come to for a cup of sugar. Rachel had been that kind of person. At the thought of her deceased girlfriend, she took another swig of the bitter liquid. Rachel Goldenstein was the reason she was here, both for the night and for the rest of her immortality. Classical music piped through her tiny radio and washed over her, the crescendos matching the waves of emotion flooding through her body. At the sound of Beethoven or Bach, her shields fell completely and for a split second, it was like she was human again. She hated when this day came. The anniversary of the day that Rachel died. Not the actual day, mind you, but the number. Then again, she hated remembering anything that had to do with Rachel. It made living hard when she measured her days in what she called "Rachel moments". The first time they kissed, the day she moved in. Most days she was able to block it all out and build walls to keep it in, but it was always the twenty-fifth that the wrecking ball of memory destroyed the dam that held her emotions back. Her head ached and she fell backwards, body stretching across her bed. It had been years, and she had had many partners since then. It was a coping mechanism, one that tried to ignore the humanity that lurked beneath the surface. It worked, most of the time. Except when the twenty-fifth came along. It was then that she let her grief out. The grief that she was never allowed to express. The last notes of Beethoven faded as she fell into sleep, tired from the emotional overload. Tomorrow she'd be back to "normal". Whatever normal was. post comment

Alicia's Touchy-Feely Demon Retreat [21 Mar 2005|01:53am] The first words out of her mouth when she heard the news were not polite ones, to say the least. To her dismay, however, the pamphlet for G.O.R.E., the local demon retreat center, was concrete. And yes, that was her name on the cover. Dear Ms. DeWittaker, It has come to our attention through your employer that you need to participate in a Vengeance Demon Refocus Group held here at Group for the Orientation and Rehabilitations of Entities. You are new to the arena of vengeance and those at the Orientation branch feel that you need to re-orient yourself to the goals that D'Hoffryn has set aside for you. We cannot request your prescence, as it is mandated by your employer. We shall see you shortly. Glaudius the Boneater Asst. Director of VD Training A goddamn guard too! Considering it was on D'Hoffyrn's dollar, she could undertsand the armed escort. But two weeks of touchy-feely group games and such? That was just bollocks. But there she was, with the demon version of Rambo, getting ready to go play nice. Just when she was finally getting action too. With a pout, Alicia and her escort stepped through a portal into what would be the most boring days of her entire life. 3 comments|post comment

Two Demon-y Women Walk Into A Bar [19 Mar 2005|06:15pm] Alicia was not doing well. The vengeance demon hadn't done her job in weeks and D'Hoffyrn wans't pleased. Alicia mocked his voice as she remmebered how he had chastised her. "Thousands of Slayers in Searchlight and Nevada and you can't find one who would enjoy seeing an evisceration? You obviously need to stop hitting on every Slayer that passed your eyesight and work on your people skills." The thought of the horned pain in her ass sounding like a supervisor in some company somewhere made her laugh, the only laugh she had had in a while. She was cranky, horny, and feeling like she was the biggest failure ever. There was only one panacea for all three: beer. Alicia entered the bar and scanned the bar for people she knew. Seeing none, she sat down at the bar and motioned to the bartender. "Bloody Mary. And a shot of vodka." Usually, Katherine didn't go there. It might well have been one of the few places - if not the only one - which catered to the extremes of both ends of the supernatural spectrum, but that was reason enough for the vampiress to avoid it. Violence might be banned inside, with the customers magically forced to adhere to that particular regulation, but she herself could think of a few ways to wipe the entire thing out if she just so happened to have a strong enough vendetta against someone that she would know to be inside. Asylum and death-trap, all rolled into one. Have a nice day... The word 'bloody', however, was one of those which had a way of catching her attention. One blink later and the vampiress' head was turned in the direction of new-comer. Not with the vampiric crest of her heritage on show - 'Kitty' was brighter than to wear that 24 hours a day; but with a look of cool interest nevertheless. "You wanna' be careful ordering stuff like that around here. They've got a way of taking it literally." ( Definite Attraction ) ( Flirting. Harmless, no? ) ( An Interesting Way of Introducing Yourself ) "Well, normally I'd invite you somewhere special, but unless you wanna' stand a good chance of being one of those bloodless heaps you talked about, I need to go kill something with a working heart. But you will see me around... I guarantee it." Alicia's heart dropped a bit, but she managed to smile. "You're gonna get it for keeping me waiting, Katherine. Are you sure you're gonna be up for what I have in store?" Alicia smiled wickedly. "I'm the kinda girl you won't soon forget." Katherine took that as her cue to just lean right back in. "You'd be surprised at the number of people who've told me that... And then ended up screaming with a smile." The very words were hushed over ear with a brush of fangs and Katherine would have retreated totally, were it not for a last gifting of Alicia her with a sensuously wet kiss to lips once again. "See you around, demon girl..." post comment

Difference of Opinion [11 Feb 2005|10:55pm] Alicia perched on the bar stool, short dress leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. She really wasn't in an idle chatter sort of mood, not really the type of girl who could spend hours telling her life story to a bartender. Her business was her business. Alicia would rather expose the physical imperfections than the emotional ones. Bloody Mary again, Bar again. Same old tricks. Walking into the bar, looking completely exhausted, was Julian St. Constantine. Wearing a black Armani suit and black silk tie, he sat down next to Alicia at the bar and gave a tired sigh, loosening his tie a bit. ( Bother ) ( Men vs Women ) Julian smirked and shrugged. "Whatever, lady. Some people's opinions can never be altered, I suppose. Have fun... I guess?" "In this town? Fun is watching the nonexistant grass grow." Alicia spun on her heel and headed out the door, tossing a last comment over her shoulder. "Thanks for the momentary disttraction from tedium." Julian chuckled again to himself, merely going back to his drink. post comment

Business as Per Usual [09 Feb 2005|01:12pm] When normal people move to a new place, they go out to the local gathering place, usually classified PG as opposed to the very R building in which Alicia nursed a beer. The Vodka Cellar, aptly named because that's how it looked. Like her great-aunt's rec-room that doubled as a makeshift brewery when her mother had the urge to drink herself into oblivion. An involuntary shudder traveled up and down her spine. Best not to dwell on that. Looking around the Vegas bar, the vengeance demon scanned the crowds for a certain Slayer. Her name was -- Alicia checked her napkin -- Rochelle Anderson. Said girl walked into the bar moments after Alicia's eyes alighted on the door. Rochelle was striking: full breasts, trim waist, ass to die for. God, did she love her job. Slayers were hands down the hottest women she had ever seen. Hey, she thought with a smirk, can't blame a girl for looking. A warmth settled in the pit of her stomach when she thought of the pain she'd inflict on Rochelle's boyfriend. Castration, followed by disembowelment. Perfect for the guy who ate through Rochelle's meager savings and sexually abused her. The warmth spread through her body when she pictured Rochelle's heartfelt thanks. Breasts pressed together, arms embracing, one traveling lower to that wonderful ass of hers-- Alicia snapped the rubber band on her wrist. "Business now," she chided herself. "Pleasure later." Licking her lips, she walked over to a table and waited for Rochelle to come take her drink order. It was always the same. Get to her target (courtesy of the Las Vegas pipeline), then wine and dine her until she cried over boy troubles and made that oh-so-important wish. That didn't take long. Rochelle now had gone through three wads of cheap napkins and uttered those magic words of vengeance. Alicia smiled evilly. "Follow me, love." The Slayer wiped at her eyes with one of the cocktail napkins from Alicia's Bloody Mary. Alicia led her outside to her scumbag of a boyfriend's pickup truck. Rochelle hardly had enough time to gasp at the face change when she saw her boyfriend, who was obviously on his way to get her to extort more money from the Slayer, lying against his steering wheel, unconscious. A pool of blood was growing in his groin region and with a final arm movement, he clutched at his bulging insides. Alicia tightened her grip around Rochelle's waist and whispered in her ear. "Done." Moments later, Alicia had vanished. That was what she loved most. Revenge-and-run. The sight of innards never bothered her in the slightest. Working in the trauma wing in preparation for working as a Watcher had had its benefits. In fact, she kind of wished she had remembered to take a memento. Frowning, she reappeared in front of her hotel. Why D'Hoffyrn wouldn't let me do that instead of that fucking bus boggles me to this day. Alicia kicked off her heels and lay on her back on her bed. Another job well done. post comment

So Much for A Good First Impression [07 Feb 2005|09:45pm] D'Hoffryn didn't offer much in the way of employee benefits, immortality notwithstanding. He insisted that she should take a bus to Searchlight, to "see the sights". He always had such an entertaining sense of humor. To think that he scared her eight years ago when he first appeared to her while she was in her tear-streaked glory. Few things scared her now. Few things got close enough to try. Cold hard bitch was used once or twice by men in bars who were snubbed. It wasn't her fault they couldn't tell that she had been staring at the girl next to the jukebox across the room. Too bad guys didn't come equipped with Lesbian Radars. That way, she wouldn't waste their time and they hers. So when her seat passenger started leering at her, Alicia just lifted her magazine to block his face. Hopefully the man would take the freakin' hint and go away. That not happening, she sighed and put the magazine on her lap, smoothing it out with her palm. Turning to the guy with the nicest smile possible, she met his eyes and told him in no uncertain terms to "Fuck off" and "Not interested." Alicia leaned her head against the headrest and let out a sigh of relief. Tilting her head to look out the window, she watched as the Welcome to Searchlight sign simultaneously greeted her and pointed to various points of interest. Probably the only points of interest in this town. Why couldn't D'Hoffyrn send her to Cleveland? Or send her to Buffy, the girl who started the whole mess in the first place. She had a gaggle of Slayers to attend to. What exactly she had done to piss him off in the past couple days that he would send her to East Bumblefuck she had no idea. As the bus came to a halt, Alicia hefted her carry-on bag over her shoulder and fought to get out of the aisles. Her right foot was the first to touch the desert soil and she looked around at the scenery. I just hope there are hot girls around. Anything to spice up the landscape. And D'Hoffyrn said she didn't have a sense of humor. 1 comment|post comment

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