BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Jack and Louise
Where: Eden
When: 4/23, Friday Evening

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Who: Louise, open to any supernatural characters
Where: The Vault
When: Wednesday night

The Vault had been open for about a month now (It had. Seriously. Don't look at me like that. THERE WERE REASONS IT WAS NEVER MENTIONED. Ok, so Louise's original player vamoosed. DON'T JUDGE ME!), and had started building up pretty much exactly the reputation that Louise had intended for it: a sanctuary for the supernatural. Neutral ground, no 'normals' allowed, just a classy place where the supernatural didnt have to hide who or what they were.

While music filtered through the speakers, the quiet, usually stoic vampire moved throughout the club, her grace making it seem more like she were floating. Louise, while worried sick over Meredith and her current situation, knew better than to mix business with pleasure, and did her best to keep her game face on.

Who: Mere and Elle
Where: Baracus Motel (Yes, I do know where that name comes from. Giggle away.)
When: Sunday Night, Feb. 21

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Who: Patience OT Pat, Ash, Gwen, Bella, Damon, Lucy, Kevin (+1?), Chloe, Nica, Marlowe, Jack, Louise, Mere, Devon
Where: Pat and Patience's house
When: Thursday night, Thanksgiving (November 26)


The timer on the oven dinged at exactly 7:45 PM. When she'd invited everyone over, she'd been upfront that dinner wouldn't start until after eight. Given the fact that certain invitees had a particular, um, sun allergy, she wanted to give them ample time to do…whatever they needed to do…before showing up. Hey. She wasn't well-versed in the ways of the vampire. They had sharp fangs and they drank blood. That was about the sum total that she really needed to know.

Also, the later they had dinner, the more time she had to actually prepare it.

This was the first time she'd ever attempted to cook a Thanksgiving dinner. Pat seemed overwhelmingly supportive of her domestic endeavors. It made her feel a little bit like that mom from Leave it to Beaver or something. Like maybe he wanted to come home to find her wearing her pearls and high heels while she was vacuuming. Then again, he'd probably love if he came home to find her in only that.

He wasn't hovering, per se, but she knew he was still worried about her. She hadn't suffered any more episodes like the night when he'd raced her to the hospital, but she still hadn't been in top form. She was okay tonight, though. They'd woken up early to watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade – just the three of them curled up in bed: Pat, her, and Beast. The puppy was still the cutest thing she'd ever laid eyes on and she was horribly protective of him, especially when Pat tended to make fun of him. Still, he'd gotten a little too rambunctious earlier and she'd had to kick him out of the kitchen. (Not literally, of course. She'd just gotten Pat to take him back down to the basement.)

Oddly enough, there weren't any burnt smells wafting from the kitchen. It all smelled…like what she assumed Thanksgiving dinner should smell like. Grabbing a couple of potholders, she opened the oven door and pulled out the pan containing the turkey. The bird was golden brown and looked juicy, but everything she'd read on how to cook a turkey said to let it rest once it was done, so she resisted cutting into it to check. The vegetables that had been roasting in the pan looked tender. She could only hope it was all good.

She tented the pan with aluminum foil and then checked everything else she had going on. The potatoes had finished boiling and were just waiting to be mashed and mixed with butter and cream and fresh cracked pepper (she'd resisted making them from a box…okay, Pat had forbid her to make them from a box…which really just made her want to tell him he could fucking make them himself…but a part of her wanted their first Thanksgiving as husband and wife to be perfect…so she hadn't), the stuffing and the green bean casserole (which was a staple, right?) were still in the oven, the cranberry sauce and the green salad were in the refrigerator, and the rolls were waiting to be popped in to warm just before it was time to sit down and eat. Out on the table in the dining room, she'd set out a cheese and fruit tray, a few bottles of wine that had been chilled, and the desserts were being kept out of sight for fear that they'd disappear with some of those Van Warrens around.

Had she gone to a lot of work? Hell yeah. She felt like freaking Betty Crocker or some shit. But she just wanted everything to be nice. Normal. Traditional. Like an actual family holiday dinner. Making new, good memories about family and tradition could only help her and Ash.

Hearing voices from the dining room, Patience untied her apron, draped it over the counter, and paused to smooth out the skirt of her pewter colored dress before heading out to see who'd arrived.

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: Jack and Louise
Where: Avarice
When: Wednesday Night, Oct. 14

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Who: Louise OT Devon
Where: The Ephemeral Gardens
When: Saturday night, during the wedding reception (October 17)


Logic told her that she should continue to keep her distance, and that was the reason she'd at least stuck to the shadows after arriving near the end of the ceremony as Jack's best friend married a woman she'd only caught sight of once or twice before. Of course, just keeping to the shadows and then withdrawing further once the reception had begun wasn't exactly what she should have been doing. She shouldn't have been here at all and she could readily admit that to herself, but she didn't have the will power not to at least watch from afar.

And why? All because she couldn't resist seeing Jack in a tuxedo? It was times like these that Louise felt like an utter failure as a vampire.

Who: Louise and Damon
Where: Eden
When: Saturday night

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Who: Louise OT Jack
Where: Louise's apartment
When: Late Tuesday night (after leaving Eden)


It was cooler outside than it had been in the club, though not by much. Of course, temperature had little meaning for Louise in regard to comfort. It wasn't that she couldn't feel it, simply that she didn't care. Of course, the backless black dress she wore left an ample expanse of skin for the night breeze to caress.

This was crazy, and she wasn't sure which one of them was more insane for going along with it, but she wasn't going to try to stop it, either. It was a double-edged sword, really. Being so close to him was both pleasurable and painful. For someone like her, however, such a thing should have been right up her alley.

Sometimes it was hard to remember that she'd been a nice girl, once upon a time. The girl Jack had fallen in love with. She held his hand as they walked along the sidewalk and for a while, it was easy to pretend that nothing had changed, that this was the way it was always meant to be.

They'd been walking for a few minutes before she realized that she had no idea where they were going. It didn't really seem to matter. But maybe if they had some sort of destination in mind…?

"I'm not particularly in the mood for another club," she said, breaking the silence. With a glance up at him, she arched a brow. "Want to go back to my place?" It would, at least, delay any further decisions on whether or not he wanted to invite her into his home.

Who: Jack and Louise
Where: Eden
When: Tuesday Night

His daughter was going into a battle that she might not come back from. The two of them had talked earlier tonight. He had finally been able to tell her about Louise. It took him a while to come up with the right words. How do you tell someone that her mother, whom she thought had just taken off, had actually become a vampire and had fled because she felt that she would put them in danger from herself.

Mere hadn't exactly taken it well. He didn't expect her to do so. He hoped that her and Louise didn't run into each other before she had the chance to calm down and accept it. That might not end well. It probably wouldn't end well at all.

Tonight, she was out, probably dealing with the fact that this might be her last night on earth. She wasn't with Ben anymore, that much he knew. However, he hoped that she spent the night with someone. A friend, a person at a bar, anyone. She didn't need to be alone tonight.

He was alone tonight, though. Not that he was going to be fighting in some battle in the morning. He hadn't told anyone else anything about Louise yet. Telling Mere had been bad enough. He had no idea how to tell anyone else yet. Besides, he didn't want any of the others to get the wrong idea. Right now he just wanted to have...well, about a dozen or so beers. Anything to make the thoughts in his head shut the hell up for a while.

Who: Jack OT Louise
Where: Jack and Mere's House
When: Sunday Night, on the late side

Jack flicked the television off and rubbed his eyes. He wasn't sure what he was still doing up. Bars tended to be basically ghost towns on Sundays, so he wasn't bothering with them. Everyone else was busy with something or another, so it wasn't like he was able to call anyone and do something. No, it wasn't really worth being up right now, but he couldn't sleep. However, television was also sucking, so he couldn't even pass the time with that.

Mere wasn't even around right now. He wasn't sure what she was doing, but she seemed to be even busier as of late, and strangely not talkative like usual. She had stopped being the downright fucking frightening that she was going for a while, but now she was just quiet. It was starting to worry him as well.

He sighed and threw the remote to the side. He figured that maybe he could try working through some songs in hopes of helping him sleep. He was about to head to the garage when he heard a knock at the door. It was almost one in the morning. Unless they were...well, him, who the hell was wandering around right now?