Meredith Delany (band_chicka) wrote in btvsal, @ 2008-11-26 02:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | lorne, mere delany, npcs, place: la |
Getting Her Fortune Told
Who: Mere and The Host (Lorne)
Where: Caritas
When: November 25
Mere walked into the club, her guitar slung over her back. She wasn't sure what kind of name 'Caritas' was, but she had heard that it was run by a demon who could tell people their futures when they sung to them, so she figured it was the place that she needed to go. Her life had gotten plenty exciting lately, and she couldn't figure out for the life of her what to make of it. Between the vampire being-ness, Ash, Natalia, and Willow, Mere barely knew who to listen to. Maybe this guy could give her a point in the right direction.
As she walked in, almost as if on cue, The Host approached her, all leisure suit and green goodness. His red lips curled into a friendly grin as he slid an arm around her shoulders as if he'd known her for years. "Wooo! Holy stress, Batman, I can feel it coming off you in waves. You're new here... but obviously not here a moment too soon. Care to belt out a tune, lovely?"
Mere smiled at him. "As long as you don't mind me bringing in my own stuff, that's what I'm here for." She didn't even bat an eye at his greenness. Hell, in that school she was forced to sit through in Sunnydale, she had seen weirder. "I take it that you're the owner and proprietor?"
"Ah, a smart one too, I see..." His tone was slightly teasing, but it felt more like that was just his way. "Tell you what... Lumpy is just about done... when he waddled offstage, you go right ahead up." He pointed out what appeared to be a demon with a gelatinous blob for a body.
"Wow...I didn't realize those actually had mouths," Mere couldn't help but comment. "Alright, I'll wait my turn."
Finally, the blobby... thing made it's way off the stage, and The Host nodded sweetly to Meredith, leaning against the bar to concentrate.
Mere smiled at The Host, and walked up to the stage. She pulled herself up a stool and strummed her acoustic guitar for a second, making sure it had stayed in tune like it should. Satisfied, she started to play:
Dead girl
There will never be another one that dreams like you
Dead girl
There will never be another one that screams like you
When death sleeps, it dreams of you
Delilah played the dead girl at the freak show
She smiles like a ghost
Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
She asked if it would hurt
I smiled and said no
The lie ran down my chin like embryo
She smiles like a corpse
Like zombies eatin' dust in Mexico
Life dries cold beneath the dead soul lights
When death sleeps, it dreams of you
Dead girl
There will never be another one to look in your eyes
Dead girl
There will never be another one that bleeds like you
I been dryin' in a dead age
I been reekin' of the new plague
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Sister burn the temple
And stand beneath the moon
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Burning your black flags
Burning your black flags
I been dryin' in a dead age
I been reekin' of the new plague
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Sister burn the temple
And stand beneath the moon
The sound of the ocean is dead
It's just the echo of the blood in your head
Burning your black flags
Burning your black flags**
Mere sang in a deep but pretty voice, full of emotion. When she was done, she looked over at The Host, not sure how these things go.
"Such heart, especially considering it doesn't even beat..." he noted as he slowly applauded, nodding his head to her in a come-hither motion.
[23:54] lena7623: She smiled at his little joke, and got up from the stage and walked over. "So, tell me, what did you see, since it seems to be coming off of me in waves," she asked him as the applause died down.
"I see struggle. Conflict. A whollllllle little Civil War of emotions going on inside you right now. Part of you wants to give in to what you are, part wants to hang on to what you were." He smiled warmly, putting a comforting hand on her cold shoulder. "There's a lot of good left in you, kiddo... so here's where you have a choice to make: which part of you is gonna be the North.... and which part is gonna be the South?"
"Hmmm...isn't that the eternal question?" She hadn't exactly expected anything clear and simple; you only got that from fake horoscopes. "Tell me one thing: Ash, the warlock I'm sure I've also got swirling around up there." She pointed to her head for emphasis. "Meant to be or holding on to dreams? Or is that in with the whole package of North and South?" Did becoming a vampire make you talk in riddles, because it seemed to be catching a little with Mere, too, considering who she ran with on occasion.
"'Fraid it doesn't work like that, deary. All I can say is that what you're feeling for him is a very real thing... but where it goes is only up to you." He felt legitimately bad for her... it wasn't often he ran across a vampire who actually questioned their dark impulses.
"Kind of figured that, but it's good to know that the feelings are real and not echos." It was very good. She was no longer packing a soul, so she didn't know how all of this worked with the feelings and all. "Thanks for putting it all in perspective, though." It actually did help. "Any other tidbits I need to know?" She smiled at him again. She actually kind of liked this guy.
"Yeah, sweetness... one more thing." He looked her over, noting the differences between her and a few other vamps that had been like her. "You've got no soul, love. Now... that doesn't mean you can't be good. No, ma'am, it doesn't mean that at all. But it does mean that it's gonna be a heckuva lot harder for you. If you wanna walk the straight n'narrow, it's gonna be a helluva battle."
She mulled that over. She had been toeing the line of good and evil, kind of dancing over it on each side at times. However, the thing with the Slayer had scared the hell out of her, quite literally. She certainly wanted to be good now, and not just to save her own hide. She actually wanted to, which felt all kinds of wrong. "That's what I was betting on. Let's hope that I win that battle."
"Let's hope." He repeated, whispering to her reassuringly. "If you need me? I'm almost always here."
"I may have to take you up on that offer." Mere slung her guitar back over her shoulder. "Thanks for lending the ear."
"Anytime, sweet thing, anytime." He grinned again, before heading off to talk with another patron...
**OOC Note: This song is actually "Dead Girl" by Acid Bath. Great song and band. Go check them out sometime.**