BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Charlotte OT anyone
Where: The Vault
When: Monday, December 20th

Let's face it. Charlotte wasn't much of a social butterfly even in the best of times, but somehow her sister, Zee, had managed to talk her into going out tonight, which was why she was at The Vault, dressed in heels, a black skirt that went mid-way down her thighs and a black, cleavage-bearing collared shirt with her blonde hair loose and messy over her shoulders. She didn't particularly feel comfortable being out, but then, she never felt comfortable being anywhere in a social capacity.

She took in a breath and let it out slowly as she sat down at the main bar and ordered herself a Scotch. Being a person vested in the supernatural, she was allowed to be here, and... if she were being honest, the vampire bouncer at Eden bothered her, which was why she chose to be here tonight, instead of there.

Who: Lena and Devon
When: Friday Evening, 11/26
Where: Eden, Bottom exclusive floor

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Who: Lena and Remy
Where: Eden
When: Sunday Night, 11/14

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Who: Lilah and Anyone
Where: Avarice
When:Oct 24 evening

It'd been a few days since it rained fire and Lindsey had proposed. Since then Lilah had just thrown herself into her work and did her best to avoid Lindsey where ever she could. It wasn't that she didn't care about him,because she did. No it was the fact that she was freaked out by him wanting to make their thing whatever it was more permanent, and then of course there was their future daughter which still freaked her out. After all of her time spent trying not to think about Lindsey or Vikki, Lilah decided that she needed a drink and a change of atmosphere. So after work she showered,changed and went to Avarice. Once she was inside the club she went straight to the bar and ordered a vodka martini with a lemon twist. She sat at the bar and slowly sipped her drink as she people watched a little.

She was well aware of just who owned this club and the man's history with Lindsey which might've been part of the reason that Lilah had chosen to unwind here when there were a ton of other clubs in LA she could've gone.

Who: Lena OT Yoshiro Minekura
Where: Damon's Old Apartment
When: Tuesday Evening, 9/28

It had been a while since Lena had heard from Damon. A LONG while. It had actually been long enough so that Lena had become worried about him. Lena was still getting used to having feelings other than lust and something akin to happiness at inflicting pain, and worry was definitely something new. She wasn't sure that she had even been 'worried' when Luke first disappeared. That was more akin to rage than anything.

Still, she was worried about Damon, so she wanted to go and see how he was doing. She knew that he had split with the Slayer, and that Bella had left LA soon afterward. She just hoped that he hadn't done anything stupid like greet the sunrise over it.

After driving her car over to his apartment building, she took the elevator up and, once she reached Damon's apartment, she lifted her hand up and knocked on the door, then reaching down to smooth out her black Chanel dress as she waited for someone to answer.

Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Eden
When: Tuesday Night, 8/31

( And Being Consumed )

Who: Lena and Ash
Where: Eden
When: Aug. 19th, Friday Night

( For Killing the French Whore )

Who: Lena and Rachelle
Where: Eden
When: August 5th, Evening

( Lena Has a Sense of Humor...Go Figure )

Who: Lena and Adrianna
Where: Eden
When: Wednesday Night, Aug. 4th

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Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Lena's Home
When: July 20th, Late Evening

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Who: Mercy and Lena
Where: Eden
When: Friday Night, June 9th

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Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Lena's Home
When: Wednesday, 5/19, Nighttime

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Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Eden
When: Friday Night 4/9

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Who: Lena and Damon
Where: Lena's Estate
When: April 4th, Evening

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Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Lena's Estate
When: Friday Night, 3/12

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Who: Ariana and Lena
Where: Jacobs Estate
When: Evening, well after sunset

A fiery red 1999 Ferrari 360 roared past the open gates of the estate to take the long paved road up to the grand house of Luke and Lena Jacobs. It had been sometime since the blonde had seen Lena, and tiring of traveling through Europe on her own, Ari made the decision to make her way to the Americas, specifically the city known as Los Angeles. Screeching the vehicle to a stop at the front doors Ari killed the engine and climbed out of the sports car dressed in a short, black and white sleeveless Versace dress and two inch black heels. The girl looking ever the seventeen year old she did well over one hundred years ago walked casually up to the front door to press an index finger to the be to sound her unexpected arrival. Taking a small step back Ari ran her hands over her dress to smooth out any wrinkles that the garment might have acquired during the drive into the city.

Lena was still doing a bit of thinking after her meeting and conversation with Devon a few days ago. When she heard the car pull up outside, she briefly hoped that it was Luke so that she wouldn't have to think of such things as morals but saw that it was instead one of her children. She smiled when she realized which one it was. "Ariana," she said when she opened the door. "Do come in. What do I owe the pleasure?"

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Who: Lena and Devon
Where: Eden
When: Feb. 16th, Night

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Who: Lena and Kevin
Where: Eden
When: Friday Evening, Nov. 27

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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 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."