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Final [13 Sep 2006|08:33am] [ mood | sad ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Devon had returned to his motel room after saying goodbye to Julie but hadn't stuck very long. Had stuck long enough to twist and turn before he'd packed up his things and let himself out. No point hanging around if all he was going to do was tangled himself up in bedsheets. For a reason unbeknownst to him he swung by his apartment again only to find a note in familiar handwriting addressed to him. Plucking it free, he opened it up and what he read broke his heart all over again and he just swallowed hard and closed his eyes. After a moment, the note was meticulously folded and tucked into the shirt pocket closest to his heart and Devon's feet took him out to the trailer park. He had never needed a map and now was no different. He settled himself in front of the trailer and then exhaled a slow breath as one hand loosened the chain around his neck. The other pulled a pen and a slip of paper from his pocket and they came together for a simple reason, to slip off his chain and to leave a note. Devon crouched down, settled the chain against Hannah's step and then slid the note under it. The note wasn't verbose but Devon had never really been verbose so it suited but it said more than enough. "I love you." Hopefully she'd recognise the scrawl that passed for handwriting in Devon's world. Devon lingered then reached for his bag, slipping it over his shoulder and beginning towards the bus stop. Turns out nothing's easy when you're leaving your heart behind. Dance Of MoonLight

Homeward Bound [29 Aug 2006|12:38am] [ mood | surprised ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Devon sat up sharply in bed when he heard a sound which vaguely resembled a growl and he quickly got to his feet as the sound seemed to stalk his apartment building. His room mate was up but was quickly told to go back to bed as Devon followed the sound, his senses tracking it until he was out of his apartment and heading down the flight of stairs that led outside. It was at this point the growl gave way to something else, it sounded almost like a gasp and Devon pulled open his door only to have a young brunette fall on him. His eyes widened briefly before he slid a couple strands away from the young woman’s face and recognition took the place of surprise, “Rebecca?” “D…Devon?” Rebecca gasped, her lips were bloody and her body bruised beyond almost all repair. Devon nodded his head, “It’s me.” A quick glance at his surroundings and he was pulling her inside and bundling her up the stairs and into his apartment. She had to have come to him for a reason and he planned on finding that out just as soon as he could. Laying her down on the couch, he reached for a blanket and pulled it over her before easing his weight down into a crouch. “What are you doing here?” He’d been ejected from the pack, banished and told to remain where he was because there was no place for him back home. Rebecca closed her eyes, licked her lips and mumbled. “The pack was attacked, too many killed.” Devon furrowed his brow, “Attacked by whom?” He got to his feet, wandered through to the kitchen to get Rebecca a glass of water before he returned to her side. “Do you remember Saul?” She asked, her hands shaking as she took the glass of water and she took great gulps like she’d been parched for days. “After being expelled from the pack he formed his own with other wolves rejected by their clans and they formed another.” “Saul attacked the pack,” Devon muttered calmly as he rose to his feet and settled in a chair. Rebecca nodded her head, “It was unexpected and no one was ready. They hit with force and I’ve never seen anything like it, Devon.” She shook her head, the bruises on her face glowing shades of purple and green in the light of the room. “It was like they knew our every thought and our every reaction. They were unstoppable.” “And you’ve come to me because?” Devon probed as he folded his fingers together and he settled his chin atop of his laced fingers. “Because you’re a fighter, Devon. Because you know how Bobby thinks and we believe you’re our only hope.” Rebecca explained softly. Devon cocked an eyebrow, “And why should I help you? I was expelled from the pack and chained in silver, left to rot.” Rebecca flinched, visibly flinched at the anger in Devon’s voice. “I know you better than this, Devon. You can’t hold all of us responsible?” He sighed, she was right. He hadn’t held the entire pack accountable for the actions taken by their leader. “No, I don’t.” He rubbed at his short dark hair and his eyes glinted in the darkness. “So what are you asking of me exactly?” Rebecca sat up, curled the blanket closer to her naked form. “Come back with me, stop Saul and save what’s left of our pack.” “How many have been killed?” Devon asked. “Thirty when I was sent to find you,” Rebecca answered honestly. Her voice shaking with the obvious anguish she had felt when her fellow wolves had fallen to their deaths. “It’s taken me at least a week and half to get here and I was followed for the first four days before I was able to lose them.” He nodded his head, “I see.” He rose to his feet and nodded towards the kitchen. “There’s food in there, make yourself at home. I have to think this over; do not expect a speedy response, understood?” Rebecca just nodded her head even if her eyes looked set to argue with him. Devon simply walked away from her and closed his bedroom door where he leaned back against it and then he stepped away to gather up some clothes. He needed to take a walk, clear his head and consider things. Dance Of MoonLight

Safe [21 Jul 2006|02:16am] [ mood | contemplative ] Another busy night in the heart of Vegas and the Olympic Garden was no exception, a hustle and bustle of activity and just as one stream of customers left another entered. Devon had been working the door most of the night but had now strayed inside, the club was packed to near bursting and he could barely see beyond the end of his own nose. In his pitch black suit, shirt, and tie he was hard to see as the lights dipped low until they strobed to reveal one of the girls called 'Strawberry Dream'. He paused alongside the bar and leaned across to speak to the guy behind it, a bottle of water was presented to the bouncer and Devon said his thanks. A movement of his thumb had the lid uncapped and a few swallows were taken. Sharp green eyes watched the club, watched the girls and made sure that there was no funny business. Men tended to get a little free with their hands after a couple drinks. Justice had been sitting in the dressing room for almost an hour. Her set ended forever ago and now she was reluctant to reappear. The hollers from the men out front easily told her how crowded the club was tonight and she was never one for crowds. Solitude was her nirvana and after tonight she could really use it. Two other girls breezed pass her talking about how much they had been getting tipped already and her ears perked. Money was something she could definitely use after spending the majority of her earnings in order to call a place her own. She rose from her chair, tugged lightly on her short plaid skirt, undid the first button on cotton white blouse and emerged herself into the lair of the beasts. Devon freed the top two buttons on his shirt collar letting some of the cool AC air beneath his shirt before his skin caused the material to stick. It was hard work, keeping order amongst chaos. He turned away from the stage as the next girl took to it, taking his eyes off it to ask the bartender if he'd seen anything. He simply nodded in the direction of a group of men, apparently celebrating one of their buddies last night of freedom before getting hitched. Devon gave a slight nod, turning his attention to the group and watching them closely as they were sat awfully close to the stage. ( Complicated ) "For my sake, I hope you're right," she smiled. Her eyes spotted a clock and she sighed. "I'm pretty sure I'm on in five, I should go get ready," she said as she placed her most treasured possession in her pocket once more. She rose to her feet and found herself smiling. "I'm gonna be on the look out for these complicated people you speak of, Devon, but in the meantime it was nice talking to you," Devon tipped his head to watch the rise of Justice to her feet, "You do that and it was nice talking to you as well. Hope your next set goes better than the last." Which it should considering the rowdy party had been ejected and the crowd control appeared to be going well. "I think it will especially knowing you've got my back," she smiled. She exchanged one last glance at him before turning to walk back into the dressing room. In all honesty she did feel safer and she knew that after tonight she'd never think twice while doing a set Dance Of MoonLight

Gotcha [12 Jul 2006|10:44pm] [ mood | working ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Devon found it highly amusing that the man plastered across the news not a day or so ago preaching piously about the wrongness of prostitution and exploitation of woman in degrading fashion was now sat smack dab in the middle of his club. He was also enjoying the company of Jezebel, a lap dance he had apparently requested through the use of the cash, waved around like he had very little care in the world. Something Devon was sure to put an end to, men like him deserved nothing less than Hell on earth and frayed threads of what had once been an idyllic life. Devon touched the shoulder of Jenna as she passed him and leaned in to whisper words in her ear, a mischievous smile catching on the apple red of her lips as she pulled back. She now slid through the crowd, lace and leather accommodating to the stretch of her legs and the sway of her hips. A few well placed caresses, a few inviting looks and the rest was history. This man had helped set up the girls, the ones Devon looked after, and it was time for his debt to be paid. Sometimes the easiest way to kill a person was to take away everything they’ve ever had and spoil their good name. He would pay for all the misery he had brought down upon the unsuspecting girls of Las Vegas. Dance Of MoonLight

Peace [04 Jul 2006|01:22am] [ mood | blank ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Golden eyes turned towards a black cast sky and lingered, taking in every star and body working to pull a lungful of air into his chest and let it back out again. It was rare, to find the tranquillity to breathe in and breathe out without worrying about polluted toxins and second hand smoke. Searchlight was alive with festivity and yet Devon strayed away, kept to the outer reaches of the desert simply because it was quiet and right now it was all he needed. He perched on a stone, and watched the sands shift under the light caress of a passing night breeze. Weariness weighed heavy on his shoulders but with every breath taken it was as if a set of fingertips was working it away. Sometimes all the wolf needed was the chance to be with what called to him the most, nature. Dance Of MoonLight

Circles [09 May 2006|02:25am] [ mood | restless ] Ever since receiving the Polaroid with the note written across the back Devon had been actively watching his back and the back of the one he held closest to his heart. When he wasn’t communicating with Kris, fulfilling his obligations at work and searching for Julie Devon had been visiting the trailer park and doing so quite frequently. He knew the way that werewolves worked and he wasn’t taking any chances with Hannah. He had just gotten her back so he’d damned if he lost her again. He had just finished a shift at work and was now entering the trailer park, hands in his pockets and eyes firmly fixed upon his surroundings. Alert was the best way to describe Devon’s state of being these days. Quinn was just trying to keep herself breathing in and out as she returned home from the Lighthouse Bar. Julie was missing. Julie's crazy ex had found her and now she was missing. This was bad. Gravel crunched under the wheels of the vehicle as she parked it in the yard, then climbed out from behind the wheel. Snagging a water bottle off of the seat, she uncapped it and took a drink against the heat of the early evening, then glanced at her watch. Looking across the other yards at Hannah's trailer, she spotted Devon on his way over there, and she immediately started walking in that direction. Just the wolf she wanted to see. "Devon? Devon, hey. Can I talk to you for a minute, its important." The redhead glanced around, put the cap back on the bottle, looked up into Devon's face. "I think Julie's in a whole lot of trouble." ( I Know But What Do You Know? ) And there was really nothing else to say, was there? They couldn't even comfort each other, not really, not when both of them were so tense and agitated. Quinn laid her hand on Devon's shoulder very briefly before getting to her feet. "I'll be in touch," she said, stepping off of the porch and scuffing her shoe across the dirt of Hannah's yard. "Tell Hannah I said hey. I'll be by to see her in a few days. Take care of yourself, Devon, and good luck." “Yeah, you too Mallory.” Devon muttered as he glanced up to bid her goodbye. “Let me know if you hear anything and I’ll return the favour.” The redhead nodded, then gave Devon a final wave before trudging off to her own trailer. She hoped it went without saying that she wanted to be in on any eventual rescue attempt. As much as Julie had been through, that was the very least she could do. Dance Of MoonLight

Bad In So Many Ways [03 May 2006|09:40pm] [ mood | angry ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Devon had been beyond tense for his entire shift at the club, every guy that looked at the girls funny had been thrown out without so much as an explanation. The Werewolf just wasn't in the mood for them. Now he knew the immediate threat was gone but he also knew the mastermind was still out there so what was to stop him from recruiting another patsy? Exhaling a tired breath he flicked the light on in the kitchen and then shrugged out of his jacket. On the counter rested an envelope that had his name on it. Frowning slightly he loosened his tie and wandered over to scoop up the envelope. "Who would be writing to me?" He pondered out loud as he turned the envelope over in his hands, green eyes narrowed like they would suddenly possess x-ray vision if he did that. A creeping sensation began to tip toe its way up the length of his spine, something was stirring and hairs across the back of his neck seemed to stand on end. Something felt wrong. Swallowing hard Devon prayed that it was nothing more than a healthy dose of paranoia but with everything happening with the club, the girls and the murders he knew better than to hope. Taking a breath he broke the seal on the envelope and tilted it towards the palm of his hand and confusion replaced apprehension as the first thing to hit warm flesh was a Polaroid. The moment the torn clothing slid free the scent of blood hit him like a punch in the gut and Devon reeled back. He didn't need to see the Polaroid to know who it was of, "Julie," He whispered softly. The scent of her blood was completely and utterly overpowering and Devon gasped sharply as he wrapped the counter with his hands. Anger boiled into rage and nerves pulsed across his forehead and shortly veins rose to the surface of skin. An audible snap was heard as the counter gave and Devon released a sharp breath as his grip was ripped away from him. "Fuck," The crude word was fitting for the current state of the counter. His room-mate was going to flip and how in God's name was he to explain it? Glancing at the Polaroid he inhaled a shaky breath and then flipped it over to read the taunting message scrawled across the back. "You have no idea what you've done," Devon's voice was low and shaking with some unfathomable emotion that was revealed in the gold that clouded his eyes. Calming down was essential and Devon without eating or changing out of his work uniform stalked out of the apartment and slammed the door shut after himself. There was only place he would be and that would be on the doorstep of a pretty young blonde. The one place he felt safe. [Thread open to interaction with Hannah] Dance Of MoonLight

Closer [21 Apr 2006|10:02pm] [ mood | uncomfortable ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ The lesson to be learnt was really quite simple: Do not piss off the supernatural bouncer. Werewolf had laid a heavy claim on Devon’s mind since Joseph had found him the tool and then had tortured him enough for the tool to give up the brains. Red masked Devon’s world and all that fury and all that anger had reached inexhaustible limits. He had stopped for long enough to leave a phone message for Hannah and one for Julie. The one for Hannah went along the lines of checking in, telling her that he loved her and he’d be seeing her soon. The message for Julie was simple, seeing if she was okay and telling her that he’d be in touch soon. After leaving the messages he had returned focus to keeping balance perched upon a rooftop. Body crouched down low and golden eyes fixed upon the black BMW sitting in front of an elegant prestigious building. Who would have thought the brains would turn out to be a well respected judge? Appearances were truly deceiving. Dance Of MoonLight

Extreme Measures [16 Apr 2006|01:19am] [ mood | predatory ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ “You want answers?” Devon nodded his head silently, eyes boring a hole in the back of a young man’s skull. The same man he had apprehended in the room a day or so earlier. Something hadn’t clicked, the man wasn’t working alone and he wasn’t the brains behind the operation. Devon wanted the boss, the man responsible for setting all of this into motion. “I can get you answers but it won’t be pretty and I can’t guarantee he’ll live.” No response, not even a flicker of an eyebrow. “You sure about this?” Devon’s green eyes lifted and found a familiar face, “I’m sure.” “You ask the questions and I’ll encourage him to answer.” Devon shut the door and walked into the room and prowled the chair that held a slumped over figure of a man. “Let’s begin.” Dance Of MoonLight

Finally [08 Apr 2006|12:44pm] [ mood | angry ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ The directions had been simple as had the offering of help but the latter had been refused. This was a quest personal to Devon and as much as he appreciated Joseph’s contribution, the final steps to be taken had to be taken alone. The other man had left his side with a smirk as he had pushed the motel door open and offered Devon a way in. The Werewolf had taken it and had spent the last hour rummaging through files and glancing at photographs. Images of women gone have passed across his line of sight and he can’t help but linger on those that he knew. Memories are painful and twist a knife deep in the middle of the wolf’s heart. He had always been told that his heart would be his downfall, he always cared too much. The photographs had finally been abandoned in favour of sitting wrapped in shadow, the man had to come back eventually. Green eyes were alight in the darkness and the door was their focus. What he’ll do when the door opens is unknown to him. The urge to seek this man’s blood is strong; wolf voice has spoken and tried to manipulate the human in Devon to give in. Justice had to be served and the beast within sees justice in another way from how the rest of the world sees it. Blood and death, the only true justice in its world. Control was forced upon the creature within and just in time, the door opened and a person stepped inside. The only sound that could be heard was a brief sharp cry and then nothing. Silence was deadly. Dance Of MoonLight

If Only Thoughts Could Kill [11 Mar 2006|01:50am] [ mood | angry ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Devon liked to think of himself as a calm together sort of person. Not the sort of person to fly off the handle at any given moment. Perhaps when he was younger but not anymore, not after everything he had experienced and seen with his own two eyes. However the news report blasting across the television set in front of him seemed more than enough to elicit a low rumbling growl from the back of his throat. Flashes of crime scenes were played over again and that infuriating police detective that had questioned Devon repeatedly was looking into the camera and speaking how they had leads. Leads? What leads? More like a convenient scapegoat. Devon was tiring of this. He was tired of doing it the right way especially when the supposed law enforcement didn’t seem to hold to the same ethic. The teeth held within the confines of his jaw were beginning to grind together as the reporter niggled for more information and the detective mentioned having one suspect. That suspect was Devon when really he was the last person that the police needed to be worried about. There had been moments in his past, times when he had done something he still regretted to this day but he hadn’t had control and he had tried to come to terms with the fact it wasn’t entirely his fault. Only the past was the past and this was the present and Devon was a different person. His hand tightened around the remote and to prevent anger from lashing outwards Devon changed channels but it didn’t do any good. It just took him to another channel with another report. Again the mention of having a suspect seemed to shake Devon’s cage and shackles were slowly raising. He might not have been aware of it but his eyes were golden around the edge and his face was tightening into a discordant expression. Devon forced himself to take a deep breath and tried to calm down, it was hard enough dealing with the deaths but hearing the wolf was not going to help matters or his sanity. One hand threaded through his hair and his eyes closed, breaths inhaling and exhaling out of a tight chest. The funeral was in a couple weeks, the police had given a date for the body to be released and Devon had made a mental note. He would be there, to pay his respects. “Yes, that’s correct. We do have one possible suspect and we’ll be investigating the matter further,” The words were blaring out of the television and were accompanied by a smarmy smile plastered across the detective’s face. Devon opened his eyes at just the wrong moment and it was a sudden outburst that had flung the remote through the air and directly through the middle of the television screen. There was the initial shattering of glass followed by a loud *BANG* until finally everything fizzled and the television died. “Fuck,” was the word mumbled into Devon’s palms as his face rested into the skin and he tried to calm down. Emotions were at an all time high, sometimes he felt okay and sometimes he was a mess like right now. He couldn’t shift beyond the anger or even deal with the grief. Not when a killer was still out there. He had to do something even if the police thought him guilty before evidence or trial, Devon had to do something. God only knew who would be next and how many more girls would lose their lives. A hand strayed outwards to locate his cellular phone and it was flipped open to dial a number. A number he had gotten off a colleague at work, apparently if you wanted something in Vegas, you called this number and if you paid the right price everything you wanted would be yours. The phone was pressed to Devon’s ear and he just listened to the dial tone, they had to answer sooner or later. It would be bad for business if they didn’t, reputation was highly valued in Vegas and you weren’t anything without it. Dance Of MoonLight

Moronic [06 Mar 2006|09:48pm] [ mood | pissed off ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ People say it’s the quiet that you have to watch for, it seduces you and makes you believe that everything’s okay when given closer observation, it just isn’t. Things have been quiet, at the club and out on the strip. The murderer’s trail had run cold, police had been grabbing at straws but all of that had changed in the early hours of yesterday morning. One more body, added to a tally of more than four girls. This one more horrendous than the last and again she had been discovered by one Devon O’Connell. By now, the suspicion surrounding the man had reached well beyond reasonable and they had pulled him into a station to ask question after question. Stoic, calm and completely unflappable was Devon as they asked him one question after another, each question trying to lead him away from his original statement and towards a destination that better suited the department. He hadn’t bowed under the subtle pressure that had been pressing down upon those broad shoulders and had stuck to his guns. Devon knows he has nothing to do with the deaths and the latest one has rocked him hard, he had known her. A young girl, name of Jennifer, aspiring to be an actress with her head in the clouds. All her dreams had been stolen by the flick of a wrist and a splattering of blood. Hair is ruffled, eyes are dark and Devon’s patience is waning. He hasn’t once asked for a lawyer but that’s because he has nothing to hide but the police seem to think different. How many more times can he say that he nothing to do with what happened to Jennifer? How many more times can he say that he was worried and went looking? They just can’t seem to comprehend Devon’s words and it’s beginning to annoy him. The wolf’s been quiet but it’s close to rearing its head and unleashing a torrent of fury on the idiot Officer sat across the table from Devon. The cigarette smoke is beginning to irritate his nose and that stale smell of sweat mingled with aftershave is making Devon vaguely uncomfortable. It eventually seems like the interrogation is winding down, losing pace. “Can I go?” He asks, direct and not caring to soften the tone to the sound of his voice. He’s been pushed past all his limits and he would like nothing better than to remove the man’s head with his hands but Devon refrains. There’s a look shared with the two way mirror stretched across the far wall and then the Officer turns back and nods his head. “You can but we’ll be getting in touch soon.” Devon rises to his feet, picks up his jacket and remarks. “I figured as much,” He has tried so very hard to be a co-operative subject but he’s exhausted of being stretched across the altar in place of another. If the Police don’t do their jobs and find this killer, Devon will find him and make the sick son of a bitch curse the very day he was born into this world. It’s not an empty threat, it’s a promise and Devon will make good. Dance Of MoonLight

Need To Talk [19 Feb 2006|06:31pm] [ mood | content ] Life’s changed but for the better. I have connections in this town and a reason for being where I am. I may not have my pack but I have the equivalent and most important, I have Hannah in my life. It’s true what they say; when a wolf chooses a partner...they remain steadfast and loyal. I’ve never had much luck with finding a woman so open and so willing to accept me for who I am, Hannah takes all of me and she doesn’t expect me to be something I’m not. Love like that doesn’t come around all that often and after the other night, I’ll be doing everything I can to ensure I do right by her. Times are still trying, the problems in the club increase by the night and the girls are scared. It means working extra shifts and escorting them back and forth but it’s worth it, the girls are worth the extra measure. It’s my job to protect them and I’ll do it as best I can. I still think about Milly at times and I hope she’s doing better and that she’s found somewhere she can settle. This town wasn’t right for her and I bear her no ill will for doing what was right for her, she deserves to be happy and I only hope that like me she’s found someone that loves her. Never imagined that coming to this town would lead to Hannah or my life, I was just here to avenge a killed pup but being here has changed everything. There’s more to life, there’s a life outside the pack. I realise that now, before I couldn’t have ever imagined it but I know that I can survive without the pack. I may be destined to be a lone wolf but I’ll never truly be alone, I have Hannah and I have friends. If that isn’t a pack of sorts then I don’t know what it is. Searchlight is home and it’ll be home for a while. Dance Of MoonLight

Right Moment, Part 2 [05 Feb 2006|11:52pm] [ mood | loved ] [Continued from here] ( Well Worth The Wait (Adult Content: Sexuality) ) ( Perfect ) Dance Of MoonLight

Right Moment, Part 1 [05 Feb 2006|11:37pm] [ mood | content ] Witnessing Hannah Flynn in a very bad mood was a lot like seeing a four-year-old throw a temper tantrum. There tended to be significant foot stamping, some bottom lip jutting, and a side order of hands on hips. Usually it was a lot of pomp and no circumstance. So when she spun wheels and left Lorne choking on Gremlin dust out in the desert, that was a big step for her. But by the time the little car rolled back into Searchlight with all the ketchup packets, the worst of her temper had blown away and left the blonde feeling kinda gross about it. So much so that the sight of a perfectly working condiment truck outside the diner didn’t prompt much other than a sigh and a weary shake of head. She stole the box of ketchup packets, just to make up for it. Hannah headed right for Devon’s place and parked by the curb. The box was heavier than it looked, and she staggered up the sidewalk, listing first to the left and then to the right. The doorbell was pushed with her knuckles. A heavy pffft! of air blew the bangs off her forehead. Devon had been midway through dosing the cuts on his arms when the sudden demanding ring of the doorbell dragged his eyes away from that task.  "Coming!" He hollered as he rose to his feet and put away the first aid kit. The cuts that Julie had given him were taking longer to heal than any other injury due to the nature of them and the creature behind him. It wouldn't be long until they were gone completely. He moved through the apartment and narrowly avoided tripping over a pair of shoes that were too small and far too feminine to be his. He was really going to throw them out of the nearest window and then see how his room-mate felt about cleaning up her stuff.  Devon freed the locks and pulled the door open only to lay a set of green eyes on his obviously disgruntled girlfriend before it found the box she held in her arms. Without saying a word, he pushed open the door and then took the box off her hands. ( Hiding Evidence ) ( Overgrown Circus Poodle ) 4 Changes #### Dance Of MoonLight

Helping Hand [28 Jan 2006|11:27pm] [ mood | restless ] "Hey Hannah, it's Devon ..just calling in to check in with you. Hoping I can see you soon, work's been kicking my ass and the trouble hasn't helped. Hope you're okay and I love you, I'll see you soon." With the message left in Hannah's voicemail box, Devon dropped the phone into the mass of denim jacket that had been shed the moment he had arrived at the area of land he had agreed to meet with Julie. He hadn't held up his side of the agreement due to the problems happening at work but felt it was time to right that particular mistake. He had forcibly removed himself from the situation because he had faith in his co-workers, they would keep the girls safe and he couldn't be working twenty four seven. Devon was dressed in a plain black cotton tank top and a loose fitting pair of dark pants. He hadn't seemed to bother with shoes and considering the temperature of the sand it might have seem foolish but Devon didn't really feel much of anything. Devon had chosen the spot specifically because it was away from Searchlight and Vegas but had a road sign near to it so it was easily found. His body had already warmed and the wolf had been quiet for the most part but he had a feeling that would change the moment they started this. He took a few slow steps and measured his stride before he shifted his weight from foot to foot as he loosened up his muscles. Julie turned off the road when she saw the sign, and walked up the path quietly, both excited and apprehensive about what she was about to begin. The wolf part of her was anxious as well, and she knew it would likely be a long day ahead of her, but it would be worth it to start learning control. Based on Devon’s instructions she was dressed only in a pair of loose fitting jogging pants and a black tanktop under her leather jacket. Her shoes and socks would be discarded once she arrived at her destination along with the jacket. After about ten minutes walk in from the road she spotted Devon and waved. “Hi” ( The First Step ) ( Channeling Obi-Wan Kenobi ) A nod was given “I understand” she told him softly, still upset with herself over the loss of control. “Is there anything I can be doing in between sessions?” She was determined to master this as quickly as possible. Anything that she could do that would lead to that goal, she would. "Avoid conflict if you can, meditate, work on focusing your mind.." He trailed off as he walked over to gather up his denim jacket. He wasn't about to put it back on any time soon. “I can do that,” Julie told him, “I really do appreciate everything you’re doing for me Devon, thank you.” She sat down to put her shoes and socks back on. The cut to his arm looked nasty and deep, it was a good thing werewolves healed quickly. Her own bruises would probably be gone within an hour. Devon looked over his shoulder, "Don't mention it. It seems only right." He flexed his hand and grimaced faintly until he nodded, "Better get back to town, get these cleaned up and eat something." Food tended to help along the healing process. Julie’s stomach growled at the mention of food and she got to her feet, putting on her jacket as she stood. “That sounds like a great idea.” It would be a good half hour to forty-five minute walk back to town. Maybe twenty if she ran the whole way there. Then she’d stop at the Nugget for something to eat. Devon simply nodded his head and started in the direction of home, he could usually find it using his nose so he was rarely ever lost. One of the many advantages of being a werewolf. Dance Of MoonLight

Welcome To Vegas [15 Jan 2006|09:16pm] [ mood | frustrated ] A silent vow was made as Devon stepped outside of the club for the last time, he was going to go home, shower and then he was going to call Hannah. Hear her voice and sink into what he hoped would be a restful sleep. He knew he had to check in with Julie and he would, when he felt more like himself and he wasn't so concerned with the matters of Vegas. Cool pinpricks caused his spine to straighten as the breeze working its way through Vegas was cold and unwelcoming. It wasn't anything like the club. That was warm, inviting and intoxicating for a lot of men and women. He muttered a word or two under his breath as he tugged his jacket around his wide shoulders and hustled his way through the crowds to head in the direction of his car. His hand rummaged in his pocket to locate the keys he would need in order to get home but he was paused midstride as he passed an alley and he smelt something. Devon's head turned and his eyes narrowed in on the shadows and darkness that hid most things from a normal person's line of sight. Something wicked this way comes, the saying seemed to ring out on in the recesses of his skull. After leaving Katherine on their briefly shared rooftop, Grace had found a motel a couple of blocks away from the Strip and rented a room. It wasn't the best place she'd ever stayed, but she could upgrade later. Now she was on the lookout for another car to steal, since she'd had to ditch her previous vehicle. It was late, and the foot traffic had slowed to a trickle. She'd walk a little, check a door handle, keep walking when she found it locked. Moving fairly quickly, but not suspiciously enough to garner much attention. And not a cop car in sight, which was a bonus. She finally lucked out when the door of an older Caddy opened beneath her inquiring pull, and the vampire smirked. Careless. Humans were so careless. She opened the door wider, poked her head inside just as a breeze wafted across her back. There was a smell on that breeze, and Grace backed out of the car in the next second, senses alert and hackles rising. She smelled dog. Canine. Werewolf. She growled once, quietly, then shut the car's heavy door. Where was the mutt? ( Hatred Of The Species ) "Are we just talkin' or what?" Devon seemed to give her question some consideration before he stepped in and wrapped her neck with a surprisingly large hand that seemed to hold rigid as the beast practically beat at his brain to be released. The beginnings of claws inched outwards to press into vulnerable skin as he leaned in to remark, "Be careful out there, Las Vegas isn't a pretty place to be." His piece of advice held a warning to it. If he saw her snacking on someone, he wouldn't hesitate in getting involved and removing fangs from the neck in question. Vampires had a strength of their own and were not to be underestimated but the same went for werewolves especially the older ones. He lingered momentarily, golden eyes seeming to bore into the back of her skull and claws pressing in to leave behind angry marks. Devon dropped his hand to his side and regained control with little hassle as when it came to vampires - both Devon and beast were one. "And there's nothing wrong with talking." He remarked over his shoulder as he stepped out of the alleyway and lost himself in the Las Vegas crowds. The grab was uncalled for as far as Grace was concerned, and her eyes flashed a deadly yellow as she watched the mutt disappear into the crowd. Marking him for later, because she'd probably see him again and she knew it. The vampire shook her head, wiped the side of her neck where a trickle of blood was oozing from one claw mark. Then she licked her fingers clean. "Where's Animal Control when you need 'em?" she muttered, stepping out of the alley and back towards the car she'd decided to steal. Vegas was clearly going to prove more interesting...and more combat-likely...than even she'd imagined. Dance Of MoonLight

Missed A Beat [12 Jan 2006|09:01pm] [ mood | worried ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Three hours past his clock off time. Three hours spent lingering at the bar and watching the girls, not in the way as every other man in the building but in his own unique way. Devon had long ago accepted that his old family had abandoned him because of what he did and he had found a new family, with Hannah, his friends and co-workers. Another girl had been found dead, her body mangled beyond all recognition. Her teeth had highlighted filings along the back of her lower jaw and those had identified her as Joan Green. A girl that had recently gotten into the trade and had only made a few debuts out on the stage. Talented girl, a life ahead of her as long as the roads on the Las Vegas strip. A girl that was going to be missed. Devon shook his head, pulling himself from his thoughts and bringing himself back to the physical reality. That reality being the redhead talking incessantly into his one ear, he vaguely recalled her name but much like Joan - she was new to the business in Vegas. He blinked green eyes to attempt to clear the fuzz that had settled over his mind, it would seem whenever Devon was disinterested in the conversation at hand - he escaped into his mind where things worked a little differently. He knew the redhead was talking about her latest set and something to do with tassels but Devon was lost so he settled for a brief look of acknowledgement and feigned interest. That interest was quickly diverted as sharp sense of smell caught a cologne that Devon didn't recognise, he had thus far managed to identify almost every single guy in the club by the way that they smelt. Funny thing about smell, if you took it in deep enough, the scent would coat your tongue until it was all that you could taste. Devon had experienced the very same thing all night. This flavour of cologne was different, more acidic than the others and far more tart and sharp enough to cause the werewolf to shudder in response to tasting it. A hand scooped up his glass of coke to swallow back several mouthfuls to wash the taste from his tongue until he could get his bearings about him. The redhead was still nattering in his ear but was brushed away as one black shoulder pushed past her in an attempt to trail that scent. It took him through the club, right up to the door until the scent faded as a brisk breeze carried it far away. There was a lingering moment of doubt in Devon's mind as he hesitated on stepping back in or out of the club itself. Eventually he settled for stepping out and making for his car, the occasional look spared over his shoulder. Keys slid into lock and soon door was pulled open and the werewolf's weight pulled up and into the black SUV. Paranoia, the only thing aside from silver that could kill him. Devon shook his head and turned the key to start his car so he could head back towards home. As his wheels were pulling his car out of its parking space a tall shadowed figure stepped out from around one corner, blood dripping from gloved hands. Dance Of MoonLight

Bonds [08 Jan 2006|08:42pm] [ mood | surprised ] Good common sense dictated that a person shouldn't drive when they were tired but good common sense had been thrown out of the window the moment one of the girls had been massacred like an animal. Devon had taken every bit of overtime the club had on its books, anything to keep them safe, to stop history from repeating itself. The police were no further forward in their investigation and Devon was doing what he could to make sure that they would never have cause to investigate another similar case. If this monster wanted the girls, he would have to go through Devon - a monster in his own way but at least he had a conscience. Right now, his SUV was cutting across the dark stretch of road separating him from the bed that he craved so much. Trails of dust were kicked up in the movement of tires as they pulled into Searchlight and people scowled vividly on the back of the large vehicle as that dust happened to spray around them. Devon ignored them as he handled the SUV easily and brought it around to settle in front of his apartment. "Home sweet home," was mumbled beneath his breath as he loosened the dark tie that hung from the collar of a white shirt before he pushed open the car door. Dark material hung around long legs and shoes turned across the sand as Devon turned to shut and lock his door. He just finished twisting the key in the lock when a caress of wind carrying a unique scent caused his head to turn, green eyes narrowed in faint surprise as his nostrils opened and he felt a tingle run his spine. The natural reaction to that scent was for his heartbeat to accelerate until common sense having been long abandoned returned to him and he mused, "She's definitely new." Devon stepped away from his car and seemed to take slow measured steps as his senses followed the scent that drifted on the air around him. Julie walked up the street towards the nugget, debating what her next step would be after she ate. It had been several hours since she’d had anything substantial and her snack on the bus just hadn’t cut it. A very rare steak along with some scrambled eggs and toast were calling her name making it hard to think about much else, at least she didn’t need to worry about her figure these days. She would see what the diner was like and maybe try to get a job there. Waitressing was something she’d done before, she’d done it her first two years of college and then off and on after going on the run. She was pretty good at it and Julie could usually get them to pay her in cash in these small towns. It was funny how she’d never thought anything about just swiping that debit card until she realized how easy it was to track someone by it. Ever since then she’d been strictly a cash girl and her bank account had been drained dry years ago. ( Following The Scent ) ( Not Going To Hurt You ) “Thanks for listening” she said, venturing a tentative smile “I’ll be at one of the motels later on hopefully doing the same.” She looked around “A town this small I shouldn’t be hard to find.” If there was one thing that Devon happened to be good at it, it was listening. "I'll just follow your scent," He muttered with a quirk of his lips. Her scent would be easy to find especially in a small town like this one. It was the only one of its kind in Searchlight; different from anyone else's and the wolf inside of him could pick out a werewolf in amongst a crowd of a thousand. He took a step closer to her, "Hopefully you won't have to run for much longer." He paused for a moment, seemingly lost in thought until he spoke - his voice soft, "It was nice to meet you, Julie." His presence lingered in her personal space for a few moments until he stepped back and turned on his heel to set off towards his apartment. Julie’s eyes grew larger as he stepped closer and she nodded “Nice to meet you too” she managed, her heart rate increasing once more. She watched him leave for a few heartbeats then shook her head and made her way into the diner. There was no way in Hell she was getting involved with another werewolf. Look what happened last time! Granted, she hadn’t known he was a werewolf at the time, but still… Dance Of MoonLight

Signs [23 Dec 2005|04:33am] [ mood | indescribable ] ------ Non Journal Entry ------ You know it's going to be a bad day when the first thing anyone asks you as you arrive at work is : "Have you seen Jesse?" You know it's going to be a bad day when you check her spot and find her gone and you know she should be there. You know it's going to be a bad day when you find her locker open and all her things missing. You know it's going to be a bad day when your boss turns around to you and tells you that it's up to you to find her. You know it's going to be a bad day when you can't get any signal on your celluar phone. You know it's going to be a bad day when you have to pay someone to talk. You know it's going to be a bad day when you follow the lead your money paid for and you find yourself stood in front of some off the strip seedy motel. You know it's going to be a bad day when you find the room that Jesse and a 'male friend' checked into and the door is locked. You know it's going to be a bad day when you force open the door and wish you hadn't. You know it's a bad day when the girl you once knew as Jesse resembles nothing of her old self. Blood and gore paint the walls and she has this look in her eyes, the kind of look that would send shivers down anyone's spine. You know it's a godawful day when the man she was with is no longer there and the only trace left behind of him is a used condom lying discarded on the floor. You know it's a horrific day when you have to call the police and explain things, nice and slow. You know that things are never going to be the same when you can't look away, you wan't to, but you can't. You know it's going to be a bad day when you sleep too much and are late for work. You should have listened to what the signs were telling you. You should have stayed in bed. Dance Of MoonLight

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