BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Jaide and Bretton, and then Damien
Where: Avarice
When: Wednesday Evening, February 24

Jaide wandered into Avarice wearing a short black leather skirt, a black tank over which was worn a long sleeve, black mesh top, fishnet hose and a pair of black leather knee high boots. The blonde was there to meet Damien for drinks, but as the man had informed her via a phone call that he'd be running about ten minutes late, Jaide chose to perch herself on a stool at the bar to await the man's arrival. After sitting down the former hunter, now Watcher ordered a beer while she waited.

Who: Jaide and Damien
Where: Damien's Place
When: Tuesday, January 19th - mid morning

Having gotten back into the city quite late the night before, or very early in the morning as it had technically been when the plane landed, Jaide let herself be talked into staying at Damien's place to get the sleep they all were needing from the long hours spent on the plane.

With a soft groan Jaide, wearing one of Damien's shirts, rolled over as rays of sunlight caught her closed eyes as they seeped into the room through the slit in the curtains that covered most of the windows in Damien's room to. The blonde curled an arm around the masculine, half naked form of her bed-mate as she snuggled into his side to try and catch a little bit more of much desired sleep.

WHO: All Watchers
WHEN: Saturday morning
WHERE: Via email

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Who: Jaide and Damien
Where: Damien's House
When: Sunday Evening - December 6

The earlier part of the evening had gone somewhat well during dinner. Jaide had met Mac, though the girl did very little talking through out the meal and only when Damien tried coaxing her into conversation. Mac was still withdrawn around strangers, even with Jaide being someone her cousin seemed to trust, and had a hard time opening up around the blonde. Once she got more comfortable around Jaide her true nature would most likely start to show through. Be more like her old self back before Wolfram and Hart had gotten their hands on her.

"I can understand your worry and concern." Jaide stated to Damien after Mac left the kitchen table and the blonde got up to start clearing it off. If Mac had been her cousin she most definitely would be majorly concerned about the girl and want to keep quite the close eye on her.

"She's... been through a lot. I'm only now beginning to understand some of it. She's got some very strange and wonderful abilities, ones that they want to corrupt, sully... pervert." Wow... just saying it was making him mad again. He was actually struggling not to
shake. If there were a W&H employee right here? Yeah. The ass-kicking would surely commence. "She deserved better than what she's had to endure."

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Who: Jaide and Damien
Where: Damien's Place
When: Backdated to Wednesday, November 25 - Morning

It had been a couple/three days since Jaide had heard from or spoken to Damien. Considering the stage their relationship seemed to have been a couple days back, without having heard from him had Jaide wondering and worrying a little bit. The guy didn't seem the type to simply break off contact at a simple whim, which was the reason behind her stopping at Chloe's to pick up a couple coffees and why she was now standing at his front door giving it a nice sound knocking.

Who: Mackenzie and Damien
Where: Near Ash's place and then Damien's
When: Monday Afternoon - November 23

It was the need to get out, though Mac had known doing just that might pose a danger to herself, that had the teen walking with somewhat of a purpose, and slightly hunched over wearing faded jeans and a tee with a hoodie worn over. She hadn't gone far having taken a simple trip around the block just so she could be out of the four confining walls of Ash's place and had just rounded the corner to walk the distance of a few house til she'd be at the guy's front door, and hopefully back inside before anyone would take notice of her.

Who: Bella OT Damien
Where: Damien's home
When: Sunday afternoon (November 22)

It was a rare afternoon when Bella had nothing to do and what plans she had to get some training in (usually without Damien's prior knowledge or consent – did she really think he lived and breathed to be at her beck and call?) didn't get sidetracked. Today, however, was one of those afternoons, and the Slayer had shown up to Damien's home in an almost microscopic denim skirt and a silky, slinky black halter top that laced across her back and left more skin bare total than it actually covered. She was a few inches taller, owing to the Manolo's strapped around her ankles, and her dark hair cascaded freely in wild, tousled waves around her shoulders. It had been…another late morning…and she'd showered at Damon's, tossed her clothes from the previous night back on, and had only stopped in at the Van Warren household long enough to grab her gym bag and run back out.

It was quite possible her appearance might make it look like the young Watcher had ordered up an afternoon delight, but…whatever.

Stifling a yawn, she hit the doorbell a few times, purposefully being annoying.

Who: Damien and Jaide
Where: The Cat & Fiddle
When: Tuesday night

When Damien found an old-fashioned English pub in the middle of Los Angeles? He was practically giddy with glee. So he'd quickly called Jaide, and asked her to meet him for a few drinks. This was probably the best thing he'd stumbled onto since moving here, and he sat quickly at the bar, dressed in a leather jacket, black jeans, and a plain black sweatshirt, grinning happily as the tender placed a cold glass of Guinness in front of him.

Oh, man... he just knew Jaide was gonna LOVE this place.

Who: Damien and Jaide
Where: The Rainbow Bar & Grill, on the Strip.
When: Friday night(October 30)

While Damien had mostly struck up conversation with Jaide earlier in the week to help him not think about Bella and how much he SHOULDN'T be attracted to her, he was surprised to find how attracted he'd become to the tight-lipped, slightly-snarky blonde by the end of their conversation. She was beautiful, obviously... but something about her personality, the way she carried herself... she intrigued the young Watcher, something that not many people tended to do.

So when she'd given him her phone number, of course he was going to call. She'd agreed to meet him at the Rainbow, which was great, because something about the dive-like quality to the place, with the dim lights, the rock music... he loved it. So he'd gotten himself dressed up in fancy jeans and a black blazer over a plain blue shirt, not wanting to overdress for this kind of place, and sat at the bar, sipping at a Guiness as he waited for her.

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Who: Jaide and Damien
Where: Avarice
When: Thursday Evening, Oct. 22

She knew she shouldn't have gone, but the temptation tugged hard at her and wouldn't let the blonde hunter keep a distance between her and the elder of the Bale men. So Jaide didn't know if she should breath with relief or be saddened with the thought that Bretton wasn't at the bar, nor was he expected that evening, when she arrived at the popular city bar. Some bartenders are just to free with the information they had, especially when questions come from pretty faces dressed in leather as Jaide was that evening. The blonde was wearing a short, black leather skirt with a zebra print shirt over which was worn a black leather jacket along with a pair of black leather knee high boots. She could have turned and walked out when supplied with the info that the oldest of the Bale clan wasn't there, but Jaide decided to remain a bit. Procuring a drink from the tender on duty the blonde found a table along the wall that was presently unoccupied and settled in to enjoy her drink or at least try to as with or without him there her thoughts trailed to him. A kind of depressing thing as she needed to get herself over the situation and accept they could only be friends from this point forward.

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: Bella OT Damien
Where: Damien's home
When: Wednesday morning (September 23)


Bella had told Damien she'd meet him bright and early, but it was still dark when she left the house and hopped into the back of a taxi. She gave the driver the address on the card her new Watcher had given her and then sat back against the seat. It had to be so early because she was due at the Sugar Shack by nine. This way, she and Damien could get in a few hours of training, then she could shower and go to work.

The first couple of days hadn't exactly been easy, but she liked to think she was getting better at it. She didn't end up wearing the coffee nearly as much now as she had a few days ago and she was getting a lot of pointers from some of the girls who worked there. At least it was a friendly place, although she couldn't imagine Chloe hiring anyone who didn't have…a certain type of people skills.

When the cab stopped, she told the driver to wait a second and got out to jog up to the door and ring the bell. Tapping her sneakered foot, she waited, dressed in a pair of Chloe's short black bike shorts and a black sports bra beneath a fitted white tank top. It was obvious she hadn't come dressed to impress.

Who: Damien, Bella and Lucy
Where: The Van Warren house
When: Tuesday night (September 22)

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Who: Giles, open to all Slayer-less Watchers.
Where: The Sugar Shack
When: Monday morning

Giles had purposefully given everyone who wasn't absolutely needed (aka, all but one or two Slayers) the last few days off. God knew they all deserved to relax, mourn, whatever they needed to do. But now? It was time to get back to work. It was time to have a funeral for Ami, to give her friends and family the closure they deserved. It was time to help them all get back to life as they knew it before this all went down.

Giles had called each Watcher who currently had no Slayer. This included new arrivals and Watchers-in-Training. He let each of them know to meet him in the basement of the Sugar Shack, to discuss business. Giles had been talking to a rather... unique vampire, about a possible business venture that could finally give the new Council, and the training academy, a home of their own. But for now? The basement it was.

It was time, now. Time to assign Slayers to some, assignments to others. Time to let these Watchers jump in with both feet, and start to fulfill their destines.

Sitting at the large meeting table they'd had set up down there, Giles waited, patiently.

Who: Eve OT all
Where: Avarice
When: Sunday night

It was hard to remember that there'd once been a time when she could take the shape of any man's desire. Life had been easy back then. She'd spent her days basking in the slow chaos that unfolded around her wherever she went, in the freedom of uninhibited lust – the sexual awakenings and strong desires that took root to the exclusion of any other, in watching the descent of society from morally grounded to aggressive and passionate, crazed by a hunger to satiate the most primal of needs.

Or, that was what she would have done had she had any skill at all at being evil. In the grand scheme of things, Eve wasn't sure where she landed, but she liked to think of herself as a black sheep, a rebel without a cause, the kid with issues taking shit from authority-figures. She had the potential to be very powerful. She could have brought whole armies of men to their knees, men who would have willingly relinquished their souls for one night of pleasure with her, but for one small, obsessive flaw….

She'd perfected her devil-may-care (ha) aura centuries ago, and look what it had gotten her. She was a five hundred year old demon stuck in a barely-legal body. It wouldn't have been so bad, she supposed – after all, no matter what era, these silly humans had a carnal proclivity toward youth – but it severely limited her ability to adapt to the job. Every time she thought about it, a little pout would mar her pretty mouth. Punished, all because she'd fallen in love with a mortal. Okay, she supposed there was more to it than that. She'd been well on the path to making a name for herself, to reaping the rewards for defiling the soul of a truly pious, truly prominent man, but when confronted with the certainty that he would have given up everything in the face of her temptation, she was – as she so often had been in the past – incapable of damning him for all eternity. She'd even gone so far as to protect him from others of her kind, and that was what had landed her here, stripped of all her shapeshifting abilities and tied to the earthly plane…until she could find a way to repent for her transgressions.

It sucked so hard, especially since she'd had to admit to herself that she wasn't exactly an evil mastermind. She had a devious streak a mile wide, and if she could have willed herself into raining down misery on the souls of innocents, she would have done it in a heartbeat. However, no matter how hard she planned these things out, it never turned out right. Something good – literally, good - always seemed to come from her misdeeds. The best laid plans of mice and men….

Oh well. It was a problem that could be solved another day. For tonight, a demon still needed sustenance, and only one thing could give Eve what she needed.