| Dead Letters |
[22 Mar 2008|12:06pm] |
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Angel,
I don't know why I'm writing you this letter, since I told myself that if we ever spoke again it'd be face to face, but I guess I just wanted to put it on paper to you, so you'd know that I'm out here somewhere. Kind of like I know you're out there somewhere, except I have an actual address.
I'm going to presume you've been under a rock someplace. Either under a rock or buried in a hole, since for all I know you didn't get out of that alley. I guess if Whistler hadn't told me different I never would have. Some things don't change, like the fact that no one ever talks to me about anything.
( No Forwarding Address )
I'm giving this letter to Whistler, because he said he could get it to you. If things get tough out here, I may have to hide for a while, but hiding is something I'm good at. So, you know, if you were thinking about worrying, don't. They'll figure out that its a stupid idea and things will go back to normal.
I really hate that word sometimes.
I love you, Dad. Take care of yourself. Stay alive.
Your son,
Connor
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| TLC of the Undead Kind |
[22 Mar 2008|03:04pm] |
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Romeo and Juliet - Dire Straits |
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He found her where she said she'd be, half-slumped in a booth with her jacket drawn up around her like a coccoon. There was a lit cigarette in her mouth, and he watched smoke rise from the tip of it as he approached. She was still bleeding, or at least oozing. He stopped about a foot from the table, and she roused herself from a sluggish daze.
"Did ya at least cripple her?"
"She ain't gonna be usin' that leg for dancing anytime soon." Grace took the smoke out of her mouth to put it in the ashtray, and Reuben sat down beside her, to shore her up if she needed it. "Right now I'm just sitting here tryin' not to leak." He slipped his hand under her jacket, ran it across her back. No exit wound; enough time had elapsed that it had at least managed to close. Blood had made the vampire's sweatshirt stiff, and the ends of her hair had trailed through the mess. He was surpised they hadn't called a cop to the nearly deserted diner.
( Weird, Freaky Vampire Love )
"You charmer." Letting him off the hook, because they'd both squirmed enough for one night. He ducked his head, then offered her a dimpled smile. "Nah. I'm just not real partial to my girl walkin' around without her full ass-kicking skills intact."
Oh, my lovin' man. He was almost enough to make a girl's heart go pitter-pat. If hers had still been beating, that was. Yeah, that little bit they loved one another was definitely enough.
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