| Unfathomable |
[05 Jun 2008|11:52pm] |
Drew Starnes had been working late a lot recently.
For the last couple weeks, as a matter of fact. Drew had always been fearful that his wife’s work would interfere with family life, but the occurrences of a couple weeks ago stepped over the line. His own son, for Christ’s sake … was nothing sacred to Michaela anymore?
Truth be told, though Drew spent many late nights in his office, it wasn’t necessarily to work on upcoming lectures or to grade papers. Though he probably should’ve been spending the extra time away from home concentrating on Civil War intricacies or the realities of Nazi Germany, he instead used the time to think.
And familiarize himself with an old friend, Jack Daniels.
Drew was proud of himself; tonight, he didn’t pour his first glass until after the sun went down. He’d spent three hours trying to perfect the syllabus for the History of Etruscan Civilization course he’d be teaching in the fall, and after all that time trying to figure out what to cover first, Drew felt he deserved a drink.
Besides, who was going to see him in the near-pitch black of his office?
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[NPC Drew Starnes was written by Jeff.]
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| Not By a Longshot |
[20 Feb 2008|12:58am] |
The more she killed, the easier it became.
No, scratch that; the more she killed, the more fun it became.
For Samantha Blanchard, the rules of society no longer applied to her. And even if they did, she didn’t care. The fire in her eyes, the darkness that swallowed her soul, was the result of losing everything she held dear in her life; her job at the Las Vegas Police Department, her son Cory … all of it, taken away by some bloodsucking skank with a penchant for sticking her oversized nose in shit that was no business of hers.
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The Slayer frowned. He’d suffered, but not enough. Not as much as some others would.
Not by a longshot.
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| Temerity |
[31 Jan 2008|01:43pm] |
A moment that took weeks to prepare for, seemingly over in an instant.
Samantha felt a pang of regret as she stood before 14 slaughtered bodies, blood strewn about the sacrificial chamber. Tiny body parts littered the floor, the remains of children whose names the fallen Slayer didn’t even know. Samantha didn’t feel sorry for killing them – no, she was just sorry it was over as soon as it was.
They took her son away, then arrested her. So in one fleeting moment, the Slayer lost both her family and her job, leaving her with nothing. So when Atia broke her out of prison, with the caveat that Samantha sacrifice the children in order to find out who framed her, the Slayer didn’t think twice before accepting. The fact that Atia was a being of pure corruption didn’t matter; even at this moment, Samantha felt the darkness coarse through her veins.
And like the human muscle digesting in her gut, it made the Slayer feel good.
“I would deliver the remains to their parents if I could,” the Slayer whispered. “Just to see the light of hope die from their eyes once they saw their offspring reduced to a lifeless puddle.”
( Aftermath )
( The other? )
The Slayer bowed her head – not in shame, but out of respect for the twisted royalty standing before her. Samantha’s choices since her calling were always subject to question, and the Slayer herself often wondered if she’s erred in allying with Wolfram & Hart or giving up her son. But thanks to Atia, Samantha felt as if she’d finally found herself.
It wasn’t pretty, but there it was.
“Her remains shall cake in my fingernails,” Samantha offered with one final bow. “I will not disappoint Leviathan.”
And with that, the Slayer was gone.
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