BtVS: Alternate Lives

OOC: Information

Who: Damon & Luke
Where: The Jacobs' mansion
When: Saturday night (Dec. 5th)

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Who: Luke and (introducing) Michele
Where: Les Deux
When: Sunday night (December 6)


( Pain, without love. Pain, I can't get enough. Pain, I like it rough 'cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all…. )

Who: Jamie and Luke
Where: On their way home from another date
When: Backdated to Friday, Nov. 27th

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Who: Damon and Luke
Where: Damon's apartment (rooftop) and then the streets of LA
When: Saturday morning, early (November 21)

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Who: Mere OT Luke & Lena
When: Wednesday Night, Nov. 18
Where: A music industry party held at a celebrity musician's house

Mere was still not sure how she was even here. She had somehow snagged an invite to an industry party. She hoped that it was because she was in an up and coming band. She wasn't even sure who had gotten her the invite. It had just shown up in her mailbox about a week ago. She almost missed the RSVP date! Still, she managed to make the call, and the person whom she called knew who she was, so it wasn't a fake. That was a relief. It would have been a huge shitty hoax if it had been.

She had even bought a new dress for the night. Like she was going to wear anything she already owned to something like this. She had actually bought a slinky black dress that clung to every curve, but actually went down almost to her knees. It had just a touch of class to it. Even though she didn't know a soul here, her naturally gregarious personality was doing tons for her. She was actually talking and laughing with a rock music producer at the moment who had actually heard of her band. Always a great way to start a conversation, after all.

Who: Luke and Jamie
Where: On Jamie's Way Home
When: Tuesday Night, Nov. 17

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Who: Luke OT Lilah
Where: Wolfram and Hart
When: Friday night (November 13)


Ahhhh, Wolfram and Hart. The whole place had a certain…stench. That didn't mar Luke's ever-present expression, his telltale smirk or the relaxed way he carried himself. He was dressed immaculately in an obsidian suit, black pinstriped dress shirt with a white collar, and a solid black silk tie. His shoes had even been buffed to a nice shine. There was no question how he'd gotten in, though one might wonder why anyone had let him get as far as the female attorney's office. Luke could be quite…persuasive…when he wanted to be and, well, his past dealings with the firm had always been mutually beneficial.

He was seated behind Lilah Morgan's desk, feet propped up on the corner as he leaned back in her desk chair. For a curious moment, he attempted to put himself in her shoes. What must it be like to lead this kind of existence? Truth be told, any sort of humanity was beyond him now. He had vague recollections of what his life had been once upon a time, but he'd been living with this freedom and power for so long that it was all he really knew.

He also knew that when he wanted sensitive information, there were only a handful of avenues he could turn to. Elle was one, but her own grasp on humanity was worrisome. She was young, that was true enough, but if they weren't careful with her, she was going to turn into another Damon – and his friend was a fucking Greek tragedy waiting to happen.

There were the lines he'd established directly to the so-called Underworld, but his most recent interest would probably hold minimal for anyone with true power. Then there were his connections at Wolfram and Hart, which was why he'd decided to drop in unannounced for a visit with Lilah.

Who: Damon OT: Luke
Where: Damon's apartment
When: Thursday morning, Nov. 5th

He yawned as he stepped out of the elevator and into the private hall that led to his apartment and further down, his office door which held a newly frosted pane with his name, "Damon Braddock" and underneath, "Private Investigator." It was official. Now he just needed clients.

The vampire was exhausted from working three straight nights at Eden. But...he felt that Bella needed her space after the dinner party incident and Damon wasn't sure for the time being if he could trust himself around her. Whatever Lucian had given Bella that evening, posed some very interesting questions that Damon would have to ask his Slayer later that evening. However, he needed sleep before doing that.

Stepping into the apartment, the vampire went through his routine of dropping his keys into the bowl that was placed on the table a few steps in front of the entrance. Yawning again, Damon started to shrug out of his jacket.

Who: Luke OT Lena, Damon, Louise, Bella (and NPCs)
Where: The Jacobs estate
When: Saturday night (October 24)

The lights outside the estate cast a golden aura around the palatial mansion that was set in the midst of a densely forested land that overlooked the rocky Pacific coast. Technically, the house was located in Malibu, and although it had been rebuilt and renovated a number of times, the land itself had been "in the family" for hundreds of years, which ensured a level of privacy above and beyond that which money could buy in this day and age. Over the last few decades, Luke had received numerous bids to buy up the extraneous areas surrounding the estate proper, but he didn't need the money as much as he needed the security of knowing that no pesky neighbors would be overhearing anything of particular interest.

The white marble floors of the dining hall gleamed beneath the recessed lighting and the flickering dance from the candles that lined the long table. The drapes had been drawn back from the windows to reveal the pristinely manicured grounds behind the estate, the stone terrace and eternity pool, which led down toward the formal gardens and, beyond that, the tennis courts, stables, and a myriad of romantic courtyards hidden among the outcrop of orchards and natural wooded areas. It seemed a bit much for a vampire, perhaps, but Luke prided himself on enjoying the best this world had to offer. The same could not be said for all of his kind, he realized, but there was no reason not to live life to the fullest, as far as he could see.

Sitting at the head of the table, he gazed down its length, taking in the mixed company before his eyes met Lena's and his lips twitched into the half-amused smirk that often graced his features. The table was impeccable, boasting what would have been a mouthwatering array of French cuisine, had his palate not been cultivated to a particular type of delicacy. The twittering of a few of the more bold females among the group verged on inane babble, but soon enough they would be silenced, if only for a while. Their party was almost complete, save for the two empty chairs at his right and left hand. Those were reserved for his guests of honor, of course.

Both of whom, judging by the silent appearance of the black-clad butler just beyond the threshold, had arrived. Rising in one fluid motion, Luke gave a nod toward Lena and started across room. He cut an imposing figure, despite the fact that his build was long and lean – more athletic than brawny. It was in his carriage, which spoke of breeding and privilege. That was something he'd picked up even before he'd been turned. As such, certain proclivities continued to suit his tastes more than others. For instance, he followed very little about fashion, could not have named any of the more "popular" labels, and yet he looked beyond reproach of even the most critical eye in his midnight blue dress shirt and inky black trousers, because he still insisted on having all of his clothing tailor made.

When he spotted Damon and the young woman he could only assume was the sad creature his friend had fixated upon, Luke's smile widened slowly. It was the look of a predator if there ever was one, and yet he still made it seem charming. His gaze ran up and down her body, taking in the dress she wore, but more interested in the parts it didn't didn't cover.

"Mm," he murmured as he inhaled her scent even from a few feet away and his amused gaze turned to his old friend. "Delectable."

Who: Damon and Luke
Where: Damon's apartment
When: Monday night (October 19)


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