Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-02-08 22:46:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | scared |
Entry tags: | mere delany, place: la, rachelle martin-bale |
So, Now You Know
Who: Rachelle and Mere
Where: Avarice
When: Friday Night, Feb. 5th
Mere was hanging in the alleyway of Avarice, just getting a breath of fresh air during some downtime in the club. Odd thing for a vampire to need some air, but when too much blood got pumping in the dancers, sometimes, she had to get away. It was either that or lure some cute kid into a corner and have a drink, but she didn't want to do that, did she? Either way, it was probably a good thing she was out here because, not far away, she heard what sounded to be like the beginnings of a struggle.
"Look. Just get the FUCK away from me, ok?" Rachelle, who'd stopped by just to see if Skylar happened to be hanging around, was suddenly finding herself to be a vampire magnet. 21 freakin' years of never encountering one, and now she's faced with the second in less than a week. Luckily, thanks to the sheer awesome-ness of Ethan, she was armed with a cross now. A cross that hung around her neck, and that she was now waving at the punkish vamp boy that was seemingly hell-bent on making her his dinner. "Seriously. I know a werewolf, ok? One who'll fuck your shit UP if anything happens to me..."
Damn, and that was Rachelle's voice, too, wasn't it? Mere crushed the cigarette she was smoking under her boot and walked over. "Hey, fucker, lady said beat it," she said, tapping the vampire on the shoulder and making him actually turn around and look at her.
"Meredith! Fucking RUN!" What the hell could she say? "He's dangerous! Just RUN!" Part of her wanted to grab the guy, pull his shirt over his head hockey-style, and punch him... but hey. She didn't wanna become a meal for ANYONE.
"He's as dangerous as a kitten," Mere said to her. When the other vamp reached out to grab Mere by the throat, she moved faster than the human eye could keep up with, getting around to the side of him, and giving him a square kick to the side, sending him flying across the alleyway. "Now, didn't I say piss off?" When he got up and tried to rush her, Mere picked up a piece of wood off the ground (luckily broken crates were everywhere, apparently), and met the guy head on, slamming the piece of wood into his chest.
"...the FUCK?" Chelle blurted out with a simple arch of an eyebrow, eyes widening. "Oh, man... I fucking give UP. There are vampires, my girlfriend's a goddamn WEREWOLF, and now one of my band mates moves like the fucking Flash... What. The. Fuck?"
"And Chloe's a witch and Skylar's a vampire slayer and you're really just starting to learn this, aren't you?" Mere sort of caught herself in the middle of a sarcastic rant to realize that. "Damn, thought you knew, babe."
"Wait, Chloe's a what and Skylar's a who???" She shook her head, pointing rather comically in Meredith's face. "And what the fuck are YOU?"
Mere sighed. And she had really thought she was done with this stuff. "I'm a vampire with a soul. Means I don't go around maiming and killing people. I'm a freaking vegetarian vampire, for crying out loud. I eat cow blood. Buy it from a butcher. Anything else?"
"A v-v-vampire." She felt herself back off a little, even though common sense told her if Mere REALLY wanted to hurt her, she'd have been dead months ago. "How the... I mean... what the fuck, Delany??? When did I start hanging out with the motherfucking Addams Family?"
Mere shrugged. "Welcome to LA. Most of us are something or another," she admitted to Rachelle. "Don't want to overload your brain or anything, but everyone in the Bale family is a werewolf, except for that one girl that's apparently a Slayer. Oh, vampire slayer is a type of girl warrior chick who keeps the evil things at bay, you know, killing the vamps who like to snack on people and keep the demon population from getting antsy and starting an apocalypse. Apparently, they've been slacking, with the water turning to blood and shit."
"Oh. Wonderful. So Chloe's a real witch, Skylar's... Xena... you're a vampire, and everyone in my girlfriend's family is something outta a Lon Chaney movie." She leaned against the wall, feeling totally overwhelmed.
"Sorry," Mere said to her, leaning against the opposite wall. "At this point, most of us assume that everyone knows. I grew up in a town that had something called a Hellmouth, which, to my understanding, just attracts the nastiest of things to it that want to end the world in various ways or just like to cause a lot of trouble for the human population. So, I kind of always knew." They had all at least had some inkling, anyway. "Not all supernatural stuff is bad, though. Hell, most things out there just want to live their lives and be left the hell alone. Not everything has something against the human race, you know."
For about a full minute, Rachelle said NOTHING. Then, after thinking... "I'm... wow. I mean... granted, this explains a lot of things. The odd 'animals' you see that vanish moments later... the strange noises you can't recognize... the 'Battlefield Earth' movie..."
"OK, nothing explains 'Battlefield Earth,'" Mere pointed out to her. "The rest, a lot of it does. Sorry you seemed to have had to find out the hard way, with a vamp chomping at the bit at ya."
Chelle held up the small cross. "Hey... at least this was working. Thank god for small miracles, right?" Then she winced, putting it down. "Sorry... guess that hurts you TOO."
Mere scrunched up her face when Rachelle whipped out the cross. "Funny thing? I got one of those. It belonged to my mother, whom, it turns out, was also turned into a vamp when I was, like, two. Fucked up world."
"So... does your face go all fucky too?" So she wasn't using real words, technically. She was freaked the hell out. Deal with it. "Cuz no offense? But no way are you nearly as hot like that."
Mere nodded. "I avoid it as much as possible, for the obvious reason of way ugly," she told her. "Got any other questions, while we're at it?"
"Yeah." And seriously... this WAS the kind of thing she thought. "How is it I'm in a band with a warrior woman, a witch, and a vampire... and I'M the first fuckin' one that ends up in jail?!?"
Mere snorted. "Most of us realize that we gotta keep our shit under control. I'd rip a human in half if I lost my shit too much, and so would Skylar. Chloe might set their hair on fire, but only if that's not what she wants to do because she actually sucks at witchcraft."
"I think Chloe's so awesome at drums that it balances out by her being shitty at everything ELSE." Rachelle muttered with a sigh. "So... wow. Anything else I should know? Anyone ELSE I'm down with really a beast or anything?"
"No one's like, evil if that's what you're asking," Mere said. "Sadly, Miss Sad Old Vag that you got in a fight with is perfectly human and we can't sic Skylar on her."
"Dude. Saddest shit? I kinda want to apologize to her." She rolled her eyes, feeling like the most indecisive bitch alive.
Mere shrugged. "I actually understand that sentiment," she told her. "Still, she knew that Neely was taken, and she went there, anyway. Probably wasn't expecting a beat down like she got, but whatever. Shit happens."
"I made shit for Ben and for Skylar. And gave someone a not-entirely-deserved belt in the mouth. I mean... it ain't like she forced herself on Neely." And then? The moment of truth. "And... like it or not... I know she's important to Neely."
"And that's the real kicker, ain't it?" Mere asked. "Well, if you want to fix this a little, you can start by telling Skylar that she doesn't have to kick whatsherface off the label." Sadly, Mere did not even know the bitch's name.
"Yeah. I don't want the b... Meeghan to leave. She's talented. Even if she is like a drug to my girlfriend. Sadly... it's not her fault though. Kinda wish it was. I'd feel a lot better about hating her." And then, because really, none of this seemed weird to her anymore, "I hope she never expects me to make out with her when she's all wolfy."
"It's easier to hate. I know that for a fact, too," Mere told her. "And I highly doubt she wants that. Ben never asked for that."
"Chill. Coming from someone with refrigerated skin. Cute." Chelle smirked, giving Mere a playful slug in the shoulder. Hey, like it'd hurt her.
Mere snorted, but let her get away with it. "Just go home and hang out with your hot little werewolf, OK?"