BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Lena and Devon
When: Friday Evening, 11/26
Where: Eden, Bottom exclusive floor

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Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Eden
When: Tuesday Night, 8/31

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Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Lena's Home
When: July 20th, Late Evening

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Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Lena's Home
When: Wednesday, 5/19, Nighttime

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Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Eden
When: Friday Night 4/9

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Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Lena's Estate
When: Friday Night, 3/12

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Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Eden
When: Feb. 16th, Night

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Who: Skylar and Devon
Where: Avarice
When: Saturday, Jan 30, Evening

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Who: Mere and Devon
Where: Devon's Place
When: Dec. 24, Thursday

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Who: Patience OT Pat, Ash, Gwen, Bella, Damon, Lucy, Kevin (+1?), Chloe, Nica, Marlowe, Jack, Louise, Mere, Devon
Where: Pat and Patience's house
When: Thursday night, Thanksgiving (November 26)


The timer on the oven dinged at exactly 7:45 PM. When she'd invited everyone over, she'd been upfront that dinner wouldn't start until after eight. Given the fact that certain invitees had a particular, um, sun allergy, she wanted to give them ample time to do…whatever they needed to do…before showing up. Hey. She wasn't well-versed in the ways of the vampire. They had sharp fangs and they drank blood. That was about the sum total that she really needed to know.

Also, the later they had dinner, the more time she had to actually prepare it.

This was the first time she'd ever attempted to cook a Thanksgiving dinner. Pat seemed overwhelmingly supportive of her domestic endeavors. It made her feel a little bit like that mom from Leave it to Beaver or something. Like maybe he wanted to come home to find her wearing her pearls and high heels while she was vacuuming. Then again, he'd probably love if he came home to find her in only that.

He wasn't hovering, per se, but she knew he was still worried about her. She hadn't suffered any more episodes like the night when he'd raced her to the hospital, but she still hadn't been in top form. She was okay tonight, though. They'd woken up early to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade – just the three of them curled up in bed: Pat, her, and Beast. The puppy was still the cutest thing she'd ever laid eyes on and she was horribly protective of him, especially when Pat tended to make fun of him. Still, he'd gotten a little too rambunctious earlier and she'd had to kick him out of the kitchen. (Not literally, of course. She'd just gotten Pat to take him back down to the basement.)

Oddly enough, there weren't any burnt smells wafting from the kitchen. It all smelled…like what she assumed Thanksgiving dinner should smell like. Grabbing a couple of potholders, she opened the oven door and pulled out the pan containing the turkey. The bird was golden brown and looked juicy, but everything she'd read on how to cook a turkey said to let it rest once it was done, so she resisted cutting into it to check. The vegetables that had been roasting in the pan looked tender. She could only hope it was all good.

She tented the pan with aluminum foil and then checked everything else she had going on. The potatoes had finished boiling and were just waiting to be mashed and mixed with butter and cream and fresh cracked pepper (she'd resisted making them from a box…okay, Pat had forbid her to make them from a box…which really just made her want to tell him he could fucking make them himself…but a part of her wanted their first Thanksgiving as husband and wife to be perfect…so she hadn't), the stuffing and the green bean casserole (which was a staple, right?) were still in the oven, the cranberry sauce and the green salad were in the refrigerator, and the rolls were waiting to be popped in to warm just before it was time to sit down and eat. Out on the table in the dining room, she'd set out a cheese and fruit tray, a few bottles of wine that had been chilled, and the desserts were being kept out of sight for fear that they'd disappear with some of those Van Warrens around.

Had she gone to a lot of work? Hell yeah. She felt like freaking Betty Crocker or some shit. But she just wanted everything to be nice. Normal. Traditional. Like an actual family holiday dinner. Making new, good memories about family and tradition could only help her and Ash.

Hearing voices from the dining room, Patience untied her apron, draped it over the counter, and paused to smooth out the skirt of her pewter colored dress before heading out to see who'd arrived.

Who: Mere and Devon
Where: Devon's House
When: Thursday Evening, Nov. 19

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Who: Jack and Devon
Where: Avarice
When: Friday Night, Oct. 23rd

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Who: Louise OT Devon
Where: The Ephemeral Gardens
When: Saturday night, during the wedding reception (October 17)


Logic told her that she should continue to keep her distance, and that was the reason she'd at least stuck to the shadows after arriving near the end of the ceremony as Jack's best friend married a woman she'd only caught sight of once or twice before. Of course, just keeping to the shadows and then withdrawing further once the reception had begun wasn't exactly what she should have been doing. She shouldn't have been here at all and she could readily admit that to herself, but she didn't have the will power not to at least watch from afar.

And why? All because she couldn't resist seeing Jack in a tuxedo? It was times like these that Louise felt like an utter failure as a vampire.

Who: Patience and Pat OT Wedding Guests
Where: The Grove @ The Ephemeral Gardens
When: Saturday night, directly after the wedding (October 17)

Once the ceremony was over, Patience wanted to speed through signing the marriage license and taking a metric fuck-ton of pictures with the bridal party. Not that she didn't love everyone for being a part of this, but it was done. She was officially, legally, Mrs. Patrick McConnell. Nothing else mattered except kicking off her shoes and dancing the night away underneath the stars with her absolutely amazing husband.

All right. Maybe she'd have some food and do a few shots, too, but the bottom line was that she wanted to PARTY. It was amazing to her that nothing oh-my-god AWFUL had happened during the ceremony. It didn't feel completely real…until she looked down at the wedding ring on her hand and then it all hit her. So, yeah, she kept staring at it. That didn't make her a freak or anything.

She'd pulled Pat into another borderline inappropriate kiss once they'd joined the guests – not that anyone should have been a stranger to seeing them all over each other. Laughing and smiling – happier than she could ever remember being in her life – she'd taken his hand as they moved to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. Going with the Beatles theme, they'd agreed on Ozzy's cover of "In My Life" - and funny as it could have been, she simply thought it was utterly romantic.

Who: Mere and Devon
Where: On the way to her home
When: Late late Thursday Night

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Who: Ben, open to all
Where: Avarice
When: Thursday night

This was it. The biggest night in Avarice's short history. The CD release concert for Broken Sunrise. There were two other bands playing as well, including Skylar's, but he knew Broken Sunrise was going to bring in the media. Dressed in a snazzy black suit and tie, Ben stood on the stage, microphone in hand.

"Ladies and gents... thank you for coming tonight...  without further ado... allow me to introduce the first band of the evening."

He turned slightly, motioning as the curtain on the stage began to pull away.

"A band that I personally have a VERY vested interest in... allow me to re-introduce you all... to the new, the improved... Suicide Messiah!"

Who: Mere and Devon
Where: Out and About Walking for Now
When: Thursday Evening

When Mere realized what had happened, she simply got up and walked away for right now. Was this supposed to be her reward? Getting a soul? Well, that was...weird. She felt strangely...human, right now. Even though her heart still didn't beat, even though she still wasn't warm, she felt a lot like she did before this whole 'vampire' thing happen.

Of course, she wasn't sure what to think of that. Would she still have to always feed on cow blood? (By the way, still gross.) Would she buy from blood banks? She still felt really, really bad for what she had done these past few months, but she felt strangely at ease now. Paige was taken care of; she couldn't hurt anyone else.

Well, her night had officially gotten even more odder than normal. How fun.

Devon had had a sinking feeling of what her... Reward would be. Still, he'd said nothing in case he'd be wrong and freak her out without reason. But seeing her like this? The look on her face? That said it all.

Walking up to her, he spoke softly.

"Hey... You ok? Anything I can do?"

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Who: Mere and Devin
Where: An Old Cemetery
When: Tuesday Night

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Who: Mere and Devon
Where: Avarice
When: Tuesday Night

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Who: Mere and Devon
Where: A Bite Club
When: Wednesday Night

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