BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Ginny & Irene
Where: Eden
When: Sunday evening (Dec. 6th)

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Who: Gwen & Irene
Where: Eden
When: Saturday night

Who: Lady Godiva & Introducing Joel Collins
Where: Eden
When: Tuesday, Nov. 17th (backdated)

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Who: Lady Godiva & Ash
Where: Ash's apartment
When: Monday night

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Who: Kevin, open to all
Where: Eden
When: Sunday evening

While for most people, the last week had been one of hardship, for Kevin Van Warren, it had been one of relief.

Mostly as a sign of good faith to Lucy, Ashton Kowalski had stopped by the hospital and used his dark magics to heal the damage Paige had done to him.

After making a few calls to his girlfriend Irene, his friends Buffy and Nica, and a few others to let them know he wanted to see them all, Kevin headed to Eden, hoping to spend some time with his girl and his friends.

Who: Irene Turner aka, Lady Godiva OT: Meredith
Where: Avarice
When: Saturday evening


She sat at the bar of Avarice, waiting. The last few weeks had seen a more somber and subdued Irene Turner, since Kevin had been attacked. The bassist and witch hadn't wore any of her outrageous hair accessories or hats, put her hair up in their usual tiny braids and pigtails. No more wild outfits. The only evidence of "wildness" was Irene's hair that had been pulled up into a bun in such a way that it appeared like the black dyed tips of her blond hair protruded from the center of the bun and spiked outward. The rest of her was dressed in a dull gray t-shirt, jeans, and Converse hightops. Irene just. . .didn't see the need anymore.

Why did it matter anymore what Irene wore when a sad, lonely, selfish, and pathetic bitch stole the man she was madly and hopelessly in love with, and took his very livelihood away? That night, Paige had stolen two things: Kevin's voice and a part of Irene's happiness. It would be something she either never got back, or wouldn't get back for a very long time.

Word had gotten back to her that Meredith had ended Paige's life. Irene gave Meredith a few days to recover before asking the vampire to meet her at Avarice to talk. So. . .Irene ordered a drink and waited.

Who: Chloe, open to Lady Godiva
Where: Chloe's house
When: Friday night


On friday nights, most people Chloe's age were out partying, or club-hopping, or doing something equally as fun. Hell... normally, Chloe would be as well. But not tonight.

Tonight, the blonde witch had one thought, and one thought alone: vengeance.

Paige Bennett, a vicious, petty woman in life, had turned into a bloodthirsty demon in death, and had finally done the one thing Chloe would not stand for. She could take all the verbal shots at Chloe that she wanted. Even when she made comments about her little sister Lucy, bad enough that the youngster fled town... Chloe turned the other cheek.

But when Paige had assaulted Chloe's brother Kevin, purposefully crushing his throat, trying to see to it he'd never sing again... Chloe had had enough. Leaving a message with Kevin's girlfriend Irene... Chloe invited her to meet up at the house. To plan some revenge.

Who: Irene Turner (aka Lady Godiva) OT: Kevin Van Warren or Van Warren family members
Where: The hospital
When: Thursday evening


Irene had gotten the call hours later, Chloe called to inform the bassist of Kevin's attack. The musician, of course, rushed right over and then got railroaded at the desk by some stingy nurse who said only family was allowed to see Kevin. Irene was polite, at first, until she kept getting the same answer over and over. Finally, Irene loudly said, "Madam, his sister may be here, but I'm the one that fucks him every night at all hours. You had bloody well better let me see him or I will cause a larger scene than I am now!" Apparently that had gotten the nurses attention. Irene was given Kevin's room number and she had rushed in.

What met her eyes days ago had caused the usually laid back musician to burst into tears. Kevin's neck was a mass of bruises and he was hooked up to IV's, machines. . .It was quite frightening to see.

That had been several days ago and Irene had hardly left the hospital except to shower and grab very little sleep. She now lay by his side, her head cradled on his shoulder. Fighting off another wave of tears, she listened to monitors beep and whir around her.

Who: Ginny, open to all members of Coma White and anyone who might be watching their show.
Where: Eden
When: Monday evening

To the few people who knew Ginny more as herself, and less as a performer... this was a sight they'd likely never forget: the pale, gothic beauty in her natural element, onstage with her band, Coma White.

She'd never been a huge fan of the name, or it's connotations, but Paige had come up with it when she helped her form the band. And no matter what they were called... this was Ginny at her best. Letting out every inner demon she had, in the form of lyrics that meant the world to her. When she spoke... her voice was a barely audible whisper. But when she was performing, her voice was a mighty roar, a primal scream direct from a tortured soul,  letting her fears, tragedies, and triumphs hopefully inspire young women like herself to fight back, to rebel against all that tried to hold them down.

Tonight, she wore onstage a black vinyl gown that hugged every curve, but was slit up each side to right beneath the hips, and a black spiked choker, with her usual heavy goth makeup.

The band was in the middle of one of their trademark songs, and, due to it's lyrics, every time they performed it, the stage was inevitably rushed by young women eager to rock out, to rage against what angered them. Her voice, at first, was a husky, deep purring growl.

"It's true... I've got demons inside me... and sometimes? They need to speak.
My dark places... make me feel ugly.
My lips are glossed, but my heart is weak.
I'm diseased.... as seen on TV,
Please forgive me,
For not being pretty, or sexy... but God never blessed me."

But then, as she prepared to kick into the chorus, she burst into a gutteral, primal scream, that those who never saw her perform would never believe her capable of.

"HERE'S WHAT YOU'LL FIND
NEXT TIME YOU UNDRESS ME...

SCAAAAAARS!
WOUNNNNNDS!
I'M.... BRUISED...

WAAAAAATCH.... MEEEEEE..... BLEEEEEEEED....
I'M YOUR BEAUTY!
WAAAAAAATCH.... MEEEEEEE..... BLEEEEEEED....
BEAUTY FIEND!"

"Once again...
Without perfect teeth,
I begin...
The dream as I sleep, soon I've sinned.

My skin, it's still thick.
My mouth? As always, is brutally honest.
At my calmest, I'm tired of explaining
How it feels to be exploited,
and rated number one... two... or seventeen..."

"FUCK WHAT THEY PUT IN THOSE DAMN MAGAZINES!!!!!"

"SCAAAAARS! WOUNNNNNDS! I'M! UUUUUSED!"

"WAAAAAATCH... MEEEEEE.... BLEEEEEEED!
I'M NOT BEAUTY!
WAAAAAAATCH.... MEEEEEE.... BLEEEEEEED....
BEAUTY QUEEN!"

"WAAAAAATCH.... MEEEEEE..... BLEEEEEEEED....
I'M YOUR BEAUTY!
WAAAAAAATCH.... MEEEEEEE..... BLEEEEEEED....
BEAUTY FIEND!"

STUCK INSIDE THIS MASK OF MINE
THERE'S NO PLACE FOR ME TO HIDE!
WON'T YOU PLEASE COME SUCK ME DRY,
DON'T TOUCH ME
DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME
DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME... WHY?
Can't you see beyond my skin
SIZE, my SHAPE, my ASS, my TITS
I am not your PRETTY FACE
I'm just a girl
THE GIRL YOU LOVE TO HATE!!!

"WAAAAAATCH... MEEEEEE.... BLEEEEEEED!
I'M NOT BEAUTY!
WAAAAAAATCH.... MEEEEEE.... BLEEEEEEED....
BEAUTY QUEEN!"

"WAAAAAATCH.... MEEEEEE..... BLEEEEEEEED....
I'M YOUR BEAUTY!
WAAAAAAATCH.... MEEEEEEE..... BLEEEEEEED....
BEAUTY FIEND!"

Why can't you see beyond my skin
SIZE, MY SHAPE, MY ASS, MY TITS
I am not your PRETTY FACE
I'm just a girl
THE GIRL YOU LOVE TO HATE!!!"

As the song ended, she sneered, taking a long breath as the girls in the crowd roared in applause.

Who: Paige and Lady Godiva
Where: Eden
When: Friday night


Sometimes, Paige just loved herself. Ok, she always did. But sometimes, like tonight, she loved herself even more. She was taking credit for running off the new guitar player for Suicide Messiah, hopefully hindering their progress once the trailer trash that sang for them popped her kid out. Now... if she could only talk some sense into Lady G and Ginny... they could both do FAR better than hanging around those losers.

Ignoring the admiring glances her outfit tonight was getting her, the vinyl-clad guitarist was sitting at the bar, having a few shots of tequila as she grinned at her own awesomeness.

Who: Chloe Van Warren, Kevin Van Warren, and Lady Godiva (aka Irene Turner)
When: Monday morning
Where: Van Warren household

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Who: Introducing Irene Turner (aka Lady Godiva) and Kevin Van Warren
When: Sunday evening
Where: Eden

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