Jo Jordan ★
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Hunter Hard rockin, hard hitting wife of Curse Jordan and mother of twins, Jo is her husbands whole world and also the terror of his existance. One of these days, hes seriously going to lock her up if strange things dont stop happening with her
Formerly Jo Harvelle till she went to Vegas that one time.
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Post by Jo Jordan ★ on Nov 4, 2009 21:37:38 GMT -5
(Joint post by: Lexi, Jo, Curse) Blair/Jordan Compound: Schoolhouse - October 2014 Jo
Jo held Curse's hand and walked solemnly toward the door. Her face was impassive, trying to keep her mind clear. Lexi and the others waiting outside having no idea the crushing blow that was about to be delivered. Jo knew Lexi was a strong woman, as strong as they come but this... this was going to be devastating.
She took in what Curse telling her and had to agree. Jo knew Lexi's powers were somewhat tied to her emotions so who knew what was going to happen when this hit her full force.
"I'll stay close to Ben... Hopefully you're right... If he's with Simi and Bastian maybe that will help. I'm just really worried about him losing it. He's still just a teenager, he's been through so much already." Jo took a calming breath as the got the front door. Letting it out slowly as the stepped outside. She took a second to whisper to Ilani to take Jo's kids and her own kids off ways, out of the area a bit. She promised she'd explain later and Lani moved without question. Then Jo turned back to Curse and squeezed his hand as the walked over to where Lexi, Ben and the two Blair children stood.
Curse and Lexi
The chore before him was one that he would have given almost anything not to have to do. As he and Jo approached the two young children, Ben and Lexi, he saw his friend look up and scan both of their faces before she let go of Simi and stood up. She obviously knew something was wrong but a quick glance from Curse to the kids silenced her questions. Letting go of Jo's hand, he kept his voice calm as he meet the angels eyes and nodded towards the wooded path.
"Lexi.... I need to speak to you.... Away from the babies..."
Instinct told her that whatever it was the Curse had to say was pretty bad if he was wanting to talk away from the kids. Assuming it was something to do with what had happened inside, she gave Ben and the kids a reassuring smile and then left them with the other blond as she followed the hunter away from the small group. The further they got away from them, the more uneasy she became and when Curse finally came to a stop with his back to her, she had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. The expression on his face when he turned to her only made it worse.
"Lexi... There isn't any easy way to tell you this. I wish to God I had a way to ease this on you..." he started, his voice husky with emotion.
"Just spit it out, Curse. What the hell is going on?" she forced out.
Seeming to draw a deep breath, the hunter reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders. Compassion, misery and grief warred in his eyes as he was forced to destroy the world of someone who'd come to be a part of his and Jo's family. The fact that the news was compounded by the lose of yet another person who had been like a brother made it a double edged sword.
"I'm sorry, Lex...Max is dead.... He was murdered by another infected hunter." He finally choked out.
For a long moment, it was as if the news had fallen on still waters. No expression flickered over the angel's face as the words rang in the warm afternoon sun. Then, suddenly as if a dam had broke, the blond's anguished cry rent the air and the hunter was pulling her into a protective embrace. As the tears of grief racked her body, Curse's eyes searched out Jo's across the distance and his own eyes glimmered with moisture.
"I'm so sorry, Lexi. I wish I had gotten there sooner...." he whispered, knowing that nothing he could say was going to make it any easier but somehow trying to ease the grief in his own heart at the same time.
The denials then started to pour forth and her voice began to rise. Shaking her head wildly, Lexi pulled away and glared up at him
"NO!! ITS NOT TRUE... YOUR LIEING!! I DON"T KNOW WHAT GAME YOUR PLAYING JORDAN BUT I JUST LEFT HIM !!! DAMN YOU!!!"
Raising her hand, she hit him hard in his chest and searched his face again as he shook his head.
"I'm sorry Lexi.. I wish to hell i was lieing if only to spare you the pain but I'm not..... He was attacked in the gym and brutally stabbed. I can only assume he was caught off guard but he managed to take the creature out before he died.... He was trying to crawl to the door before he died...."
Screaming, Lexi put her hands over her ears as if to ward off the words she didn't want to hear.
"STOP IT!! SHUT UP, CURSE!!! YOUR WRONG!!!HE WOULDN"T LEAVE ME!!!!" she screamed out before turning on her heel and trying to bolt down the path
"LEXI!!! WAIT!!"
Curse shouted, grabbing her arm and jerking her back.
Fighting him off, Lexi snarled at him and a wild wind began to whip through the trees. "LEAVE ME ALONE!!! I HAVE TO GO TO HIM!" she yelled.
"YOU CAN"T, LEXI!! THINK ABOUT IT!! MAX IS DEAD!! YOU CAN"T HELP HIM NOW BUT YOU CAN ENDANGER EVERY OTHER PERSON IN THIS COMPOUND!"
Growling, Lexi made to go around him and he grabbed her and jerked her to his front, struggling to control her until some semblance of sanity was regained. "THINK LEXI!! THINK ABOUT YOUR KIDS!! WOULD MAX HAVE WANTED YOU TO ENDANGER THEM?"
Beyond all rational comprehension, the angel was completely unaware of the ground vibrating and the timber beginning to creek as it shuddered in the wake of her anguish. Curse knew it was only a matter of time before she lost complete control so he forced himself to do the only thing he could think of to stop the disaster. Spinning her hard away from him, he looked directly into her eyes and bellowed over the wind. "I'm sorry, Lex.. More sorry than you know!" Then, with a wicked right hook, he clipped the angel on the chin and caught her limp body as the light went out of her eyes and silence once again reigned in the clearing.
Holding her limp body, the hunter bowed his head and then gathered himself to deal with the shattered place their world had just become.
Jo
Jo watched as Curse lead Lexi away. Then she bent down and picked up little Simi and moved to stand closer to Ben with Bastian sandwiched between them. So far she had been able to maintain her resolve. Giving Ben a quick glance but then turning to look back over at Lexi and Curse.
She closed her eyes for a moment when she saw Curse starting to speak. She couldn't hear what he said, but she didn't need to. Then for what seemed like an eternity there was nothing. It became eerily quiet, unnaturally quiet even. Jo opened her eyes and looked across the way at Curse. When her eyes met his, seeing him on the verge of tears started the crack in her own composure.
No amount of training or hunting or preparing herself for the worse was going to help her keep her emotions completely in check this time. Jo chewed her lip and remained silent as some stray tears started to slide down her cheeks.
Then the silence was broken. Lexi's shrill voice could be heard and then Curse yelling after her trying to stop her. Jo stood and watched feeling helpless. Lexi was beside herself, not wanting to except it, but as much as she tried to deny it the rage still was boiling over. It was evident when the trees began to sway and the ground shook. Jo clenched her jaw. Wanting to run over and comfort her friend, but did as Curse asked and stood by with Ben. As soon as Ben figured out what was happening his reaction would be almost as bad. The only hope Jo had was that being next to the kids he'd have the frame of mind to not get violent.
Jo was still staring off in the distance. Holding Simi close to her Jo watched as her husband trying to contain the distraught Lexi. With her powers it was a losing battle. Then without warning Jo blinked and a her hand flew to cover her gaping mouth as she saw Curse haul back and cold cock Lexi. It was shocking to watch but Jo understood the reason. If Lexi had gotten out of control it could have been a disaster for the entire compound. More tears flowed like a river now down Jo's face as she hugged Simi tightly. Wondering what the hell could happen next.
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Post by cale on Nov 5, 2009 1:38:21 GMT -5
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Somewhere in the outskirts of New Orleans - October 2014
From his advantage point, the one-eyed wolf stared impassive as the woman ran across the streets with a legion of croate zombies chased. They were about twenty-five, maybe thirty. There was no hope…for them.
“Now,” his rough voice whispered to the others as they fell upon them like the pack of animals they were. He slammed his finger on the trigger and felt the rumble of the gun in his hand, felt it reverberate up his arm, felt the flash of heat. The deafening sound of the firing guns was quickly silenced and he stared at the carnage, stared at the woman that grinned at him.
“Don’t you just love it Caleb?”
“I think you take too much fun in it Natasha. Tell the survivors to take the chance and make a run for it. Pack whatever you may find that can be out of use, we will be out of here in five minutes.”
She nodded and moved on her way.
Running a hand through his hair, Caleb watched at the shattered mirror that lay on the street. Every little piece reflecting his weary figure and the wolf couldn’t not stop from admiring the irony of it all. How did it all ended like this?
Years ago he had left the pack swearing to never come back, they had almost killed him if it hadn’t been for Derek. And now, there he was with them again, under his lead. The healing in the weres made them immune to the croatoan virus, and while the others had been spared, colonel Merrick hadn’t. He was taken down like the mad beast he was by the demons when the bastard was doing a good thing for a change.
Who knew that the end of the world would change those who took pleasure on bringing pain and turn them on the guardian angels of the lost. After their leader, the pack had been divided, searching for a leadership that would once again unite them, and the biggest irony of all was that they had found it in Caleb Draven.
When the were lunged at Lucifer himself to buy time for a small caravan of stragglers to escape, he was lucky to have only lost one eye until the others found him and took him out in the brink of death. They had lost no less than three pack members doing that.
And now there they were, wandering through the streets looking for survivors and helping when possible. It was there was left for animals like them in the end.
Her hand on his shoulder snapped him back for the now. He gazed back over his shoulder at her.
“We are ready to roll.”
And then they were gone.
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Post by Ben Braeden on Nov 5, 2009 2:08:48 GMT -5
Ben was still on full defensive mode as he stood with Lexi, Bastian, and Simi. Lexi had taken Simi from him when she had come out of the building, but Bastian was still next to him, standing close as if being close to feel safe after what had happened.
Ben could feel the darkness in him swirling around, begging him to give in after what he just saw, leave his family and go out into the world, begging him to slaughter the creatures that had put his siblings in danger, but, it was them, Lexi and Simi beside him, Bastian standing close to him, clinging to his jeans, that kept Ben from giving in, kept him as close to sane as he ever was.
That sanity would soon be damaged again, though, as Jo and Curse walked out of the building. Ben could see on their faces, in their eyes, that something was wrong. He could see the pain, see the sadness. His first impression, and his hopes, were that it was over Maddie's death.
Looking over at Lexi, he saw her sit Simi down, and knew something was up, especially when Jo walked over to them. He could see it in her eyes that there was something else, but he didn't know what.
"Lexi.... I need to speak to you.... Away from the babies..."
Jerking his head around to look back at Curse and Lexi, Ben felt his teeth grind together as he stared at them. Hearing those words made his blood start boiling, made the darkness begin swirling around in his head once more.
Catching Lexi's eye, he saw her smile to him, and that smile just made him feel worse. He knew that smile, he'd seen it before. It was the same smile she'd given him every time something bad had happened in their family, every time she had wanted to look strong for them. As soon as he saw that smile, he knew something was up.
"Jo... What's going on?"[/b]
No sooner than he'd asked that, Ben heard Lexi cry out, her pain echoing through him. Ben felt his heartbeat go faster and faster, his ribs feeling like they were going to break.
"What's..."[/b]
Ben was barely able to choke that out before he heard her screaming again, her words stabbing into him like knives as he realized what Curse was telling her.
"NO!! ITS NOT TRUE... YOUR LIEING!! I DON"T KNOW WHAT GAME YOUR PLAYING JORDAN BUT I JUST LEFT HIM !!! DAMN YOU!!!"
Hearing that, Ben felt his heart skip a beat, his lungs constricting. As tears he'd been holding back for years begin to sting his eyes, Ben felt himself choking on his words, felt himself fighting to breathe as his panic attack took over.
"No... No h... No... Max...."[/b]
What words he could force out came in choked whispers, tears stinging his eyes and sliding down his cheeks as he felt the darkness course through his veins, breaking through all the defenses he'd put up. As he fell to the ground, he felt himself being pushed over the edge, straight into the pit of despair that had been pulling him down for so long.
"Ben? Ben are you okay? Aunt Jo, what wrong with Ben?!"
As Bastian spoke, shaking him lightly, Ben didn't even feel it, didn't even hear the words. All the rest of the world seemed to fade away as he focused on Lexi and Curse, heard her words, felt his rage, his hatred, all the darkness in him take over. He could feel the power behind it, the craving for the death of the creatures he hated.
"STOP IT!! SHUT UP, CURSE!!! YOUR WRONG!!!HE WOULDN"T LEAVE ME!!!!"
Hearing her anguished cries, hearing the pain, knowing what Curse had just said, feeling his entire being break as he realized that Max, the only man that had ever been a father to him, was gone, had been murdered by the very bastards been had sworn to fight, caused what was left of Ben's humanity to fade. As his vision went read, teeth grinding and fingernails digging into the dirt, all he could see was all the time he'd spent with Max, all the fun times, everything being ripped away from him.
It was then, as it all faded away, as he snapped, that he saw the worse possible thing. As Lexi tried to get away, her power shaking Ben to the core, he felt his rage explode outwards as he saw Curse pull back then cold cock her, knocking her out cold.
Feeling the horrible pain and panic be buried underneath his rage and hatred, he saw a target now in the man who had just hurt Lexi.
"YOU BASTARD!!!! DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!!!!!!!"
Ripping away from Jo and the kids, he burst forward, running full force at Curse, feeling all his rage take over, full intent on ending Curse as soon as he got his hands on him.
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Jo Jordan ★
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Hunter Hard rockin, hard hitting wife of Curse Jordan and mother of twins, Jo is her husbands whole world and also the terror of his existance. One of these days, hes seriously going to lock her up if strange things dont stop happening with her
Formerly Jo Harvelle till she went to Vegas that one time.
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Post by Jo Jordan ★ on Nov 5, 2009 21:16:38 GMT -5
Jo Jordan - Blair/Jordan Compound: Schoolhouse - October 2014Jo continued to watch as the scene played out before her. Everything happened so fast. It was surreal. Ben asking what was happening, Jo not answering. Ben collapsing to the ground when he heard Lexi's tormented screams. Bastian asking if Ben was OK. Jo automatically putting an arm around Bastian's shoulders. Then as Lexi's body slumped into unconsciousness she watched as Curse caught her and lifted her into his arms.
Then the sounds of Ben screaming tore through the air. Jo turned just in time to see the twisted look on the teenager's face before he jumped up and ran toward Lexi and Curse.
In rapid succession Jo set Simi down on the ground next to Bastian and shouted out to Ilani. "Lani! The kids!" Jo shifted back into autopilot. Her full hunter/soldier mode kicking in. Ben may have only been a 15 year old boy but he was armed and he'd obviously just had a breakdown. Seemingly losing what little of his sanity he had left.
Jo sprinted after him, running at full speed at the boy. Ben was making a bee-line straight for Curse and Jo knew this wasn't going to be good. She shouted out. "BEN! STOP! DON'T!" Before Ben was able to get to Curse she had closed the gap between them. With a burst of speed she planted her right foot and pushed off in a flying leap toward Ben. Her arms wrapping tight around his shoulders as she collided with him. Sending them both tumbling to the ground.
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Post by treb on Nov 5, 2009 23:27:39 GMT -5
A Maltese Tiger was stalking the streets of Norwood, Louisiana looking for the most recent news. He hadn't been in a town in three months. Four years ago when things started really getting bad Treb would go into the towns every two or three days, then it became once a week, then twice a month, then.... well now he only showed up when he felt the need to reestablish his humanity and even that wasn't all that interesting any more. The Croatian virus had no affect on his shifter system, but the effect it had on his life was far reaching. He was more Tiger than man now.
The friends he had made in New Orleans five years ago would have welcomed him to their private sanctuary, but his Tiger would never have been able to handle the constant confinement with so many people. His need for solitude and a place to run sometimes at odd hours would have cause too much trouble for the guards on constant vigilance at the compound as he requesting egress and ingress. So having been given a standing invitation to return if he could, Treb had wished them all the best of luck, bid farewell, and slid into the wilderness.
So here he was a solitary beast with nothing to show for his life in the past and no one to share it with in the future. What a pitiful commentary that was about him. Perhaps that was why Treb didn't always bother to shift out of his Tiger form anymore when he was around humans, if one of them wanted a Blue Tiger Skin, he figured that perhaps they could put it to better use then he was.
As the Tiger stalked the street a random scent wafted around him, tickling his memory. Treb stopped abruptly and 'grinned' inhaling the scent deeply, as his brain reached to identify the smell. Memories of a young woman flashed across the screen of his mind. 'Blair, that had been her name. Was her name?' Treb inhaled again, yes it was her. The scent was different now, more mature, but still retaining the same basic aroma.
Something inside of him serged to life, something that had lain dormant for so long, the call of human companionship and not just any human, but one that he had known and had once found attractive. Then he had denied himself even the chance of more than friendship because of her youth, but now she was older, no longer just out of childhood. A woman full grown. A woman that had survived despite the perils that she must have faced. A woman that he would like to renew acquaintances with.
Should he try and find her again? Would she remember him? Could he have a second chance with her? Female Tiger's did the choosing, but only if the Male showed interest. Perhaps he needed to show some interest this time around. Maybe he should find out if she was even available now, he warned himself.
His nose dropped to find the spoor he could follow. Once identified he moved out in a loose gated lope that would take him to her in a short time.
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She was close, Treb could tell because the scent was very fresh. The trail lead into the building before him, the sign proclaimed it had once been a Jazz Club. He almost turned to leave when the dark claustrophobic feel of the place hit him, but the draw of a possibility of Hope where none had been for so long was stronger than the dislike of confined spaces. Treb moved into the main room of the club, and smelled the odor of whiskey and pain in the air.
Looking at the stage he saw her curled into herself crying and looking so much like the younger woman he remembered that he had to shake his head to remind himself that she really was five years older now. In three short bounds he reached the stage and jumped onto it. And only then realized that he should have scrounged up some clothes before he found her.
He sat down several yards away from her and just waited to see how she would react. Would she even remember him?
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Ilani Moonblood
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Don't make me shoot you. I might have too much fun with it. ;3
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Post by Ilani Moonblood on Nov 5, 2009 23:39:37 GMT -5
God. How had everything ended up being such a crap fest? Wasn’t it only a few hours ago that she’d contracted Mark for that tricked out shotgun of hers before dropping the kids off at Maddie’s? She remembered how happy the woman seemed this morning; chirpy in a way that had made her seem like a child herself, despite the horrors they’d seen in the world.
And then, just like that, everything went to hell in a hand basket. Talk about Fate being one Godzilla-like bitch.
Still kneeling beside the kids, she tried her best to take their innocent minds off of the nightmare they’d just gone through. “Alright, babies, let’s try singing a song, okay? Music always makes things better, and your mommies will be here soon, I promise. Hey, here’s one! Great big gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts…”
Wait, no, that was probably a bad choice. Hadn’t they just seen their teacher slaughtered? Resisting the urge to start banging her head against the nearest wall, she let her voice trail off and looked at the scared kids with a sigh. There was really only one thing that a girl could do in this situation, that would make the poor darlings feel a semblance of comfort: Group hug.
Gathering up as many kids as she could, Ilani closed her arms around the small, shaking bodies, as chaos erupted behind her. Her heart didn’t have a chance to melt as Haley, ever the little compassionate soul of her little family, took over hugging the smaller children as her mother pulled away to take up a defensive stance in front of them.
“What the hell’s going on?” Confused, she watched Lexi start screaming…what was going on? Who was…oh good God. One hand coming up to cover her mouth, all she could do was stare at the angel with a mixture of pity and sadness. She’d never really been bosom buddies with the Blairs, but having fought and lived with the family, the loss was like a punch in the gut. And Lord only knew what Lexi herself was going through.
As Ben lunged for Curse and Jo for Ben, Ilani pulled Simi and Bastien away from the fight. Both kids wiggled against her, wanting to get to their parents, but she managed to drag them back to where the others stood watching.
“Shit! Stop it, Ben! That’s not helping Lexi!” Ineffectual calls echoed through the yard as she bellowed, quieting only when the children around her started to cry. Kneeling down, she did her best to calm them, watching the scene with narrowed eyes.
Hell in a hand basket. Like the rest of the world, was their beloved compound following the same route?
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Post by Helena Nicodeu on Nov 6, 2009 0:13:23 GMT -5
Blair/Jordan Compound - Coulter Home - October 2014
At Shane's exclamation, whatever feelings of anxiety Helena was feeling about complications, their lack of a real medical facility or her increasing need to find some kind of assistant, melted away.
It was time to get down to business. There was a baby to introduce into the world.
“Alright, I’m clocking a two minute contraction time, so I think you’re right, Shane. And I’d ask if everyone’s ready, but I don’t want to get hit with a pillow.” With a supportive smile at both expectant parents, the doctor set herself up for the task at hand.
If Shane was screaming at Trey, she was definitely going into the transition phase of the delivery, and that meant that the intensity level was about to increase. Thank Heavens that this wasn’t her first birth; the ‘full moon period,’ as an obstetrician from another life had liked to call it, was a tricky time for a first time mother.
Ah, she could just hear Tracy’s voice now: ”And the most important thing to remember, Helena, isn’t all that medical mumbo-jumbo you hear in class. When the mother tells you it’s time, it’s TIME.”
As Shane got comfortable on the bed, Helena kneeled between her legs, sleeves rolled up and game face on. “Alright, I need you two to listen to me, alright? Shane, I know this isn’t your first, but I need you to push between the contractions. Time your breathing so that you’re breathing out at the peak, and push when it subsides. Trey,” Looking up, she motioned at the hunter. “I need you to kneel behind Shane and support her. Alright, folks, I see the head. I need you to push now, Shane!”
From somewhere in the back of her mind, the doctor absently wondered if the dull thud that she heard from outside was a figment of her imagination. But as a fuzzy head started to appear from a place that made a part of her hide its face, she focused back on her patients.
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Post by Blair Winters on Nov 6, 2009 4:34:18 GMT -5
City Streets of Norwood, Louisiana-Blair 2014(Treb,open)Blair was at her breaking point. All because something reminded her of Treb. The cat man who captured her heart from the start. No man ever equaled him. That poor man never snapped her annoying jokes only give her a sigh. How Blair yearned to hear his annoyed sigh. Of course his softer calming side is what she missed the most. Treb was more calming to her mood than her own medicine….what she would give to hear his voice.
In her pitiful mass of crying she reached out to God one last time. ~God, please just let Treb be alright. I don’t care if he’s mated or whatever. Please let him be alright. If anyone deserves peace it’s him.~
Blair noticed then a few noises and then vibrations on the stage’s floor. Instantly reaching for her gun and pointed it towards the noise. Shocked when a rather naked man was sitting there. He was battled scarred and his beard was scruffy but she knew instantly it was Treb.
Blair dropped her gun instantly, if he had been infected she would be dead right now. Her eyes filled with joy, a spark long since gone. If she had been crying before for sadness, now the tears were tears of joy. For a minute or two Blair sat staring in disbelief…
He was alive, and he had found her…finally.
She got up stumbling a bit from her being excited. Running to him and dropping on her knees in front of him. Reaching out to run her hand over his hair. Then caressing his cheek feeling the scruffiness of his beard. Blair was at a loss of words,”Treb, I…have missed you so much…”
Pausing herself so she wouldn’t cry,” I’ve been looking for you, for so long.”
Leaning forward to kiss the long lost cat man on the forehead. Staying for a couple minutes to savor the contact before kneeling back down.
Placing her hand on top of his and squeezing, “ I’m still in utter disbelief. What are the odds that we came to this same town?”
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Post by erik on Nov 6, 2009 11:19:17 GMT -5
Erik didn't know why he felt it but he felt it. Something was wrong and his old partner was in agony. Clear across the world, it was still like a punch in the gut as he immediately shifted from Paris, France to the Blair compound in New Orleans, LA. Dressed all in black, he phased into existance mere feet from where Curse Jordan stood holding a now inert Alexis James and a young boy was running madly at the hunter with a look that said he was beyond rational comprehension. A frown graced his expression as Jo Jordan made a flying tackle and took the young man to the ground. In a few quick heartbeats, the ancient wolf put two and two together and the puzzle came together.
"Son of a Bitch.." he snarled before moving to help the woman if she needed it. He hadn't seen Ben for about a year but it was obvious that he was a train wreak of emotion and Jordan's arms were full of his unconcious mother. If the young man hurt Jo, he'd never be able to forgive himself later any more than Jo would forgive herself for hurting the boy. Erik, however, had no qualms. He'd knock the boy out quicker than he could wink if he had too to put an end to the fight.
"What the hell happened, Jordan?" he snarled out as he watched the combatants on the ground and then glanced beyond them to where a small huddle of kids stood watching along with a woman the wolf recognized as DeVoux mate.
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Post by treb on Nov 6, 2009 20:47:41 GMT -5
Self preservation had Treb's whole body quivering with the urge to destroy she who leveled a gun on him; but it also thrill to the possibility that this might be the end; that he would die at the hands of someone he respected. He would rather die that way than alone if given a choice. So he waited for the bullet, even welcomed it.
A sigh of great strength left his lungs as the gun was tossed away. Regret? Relief? Did it matter? No, but what Blair did next would. He waited. And then she moved, she raced towards him falling to her knees as he was, face to face.
The hand that reached out to touch him was like a benediction to his soul. The voice that whispered. ”Treb, I…have missed you so much…” was one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. The kiss she gave him pulled him back from the precipice of self loathing. For the first time in seventeen years he felt like he was within touching distance of happiness and he wanted to reach for it. To let Peace wash away the hatred of the thirteen years of hunting for his family's murderers; the robotic mindlessness of the last four years of self-destructive survival and the loneliness that had been with him each and every day of those seventeen years.
”I’ve been looking for you, for so long.” ”Longer than you know Blair, longer than you know.” he whispered like a prayer of thanks as he reached to gather her close. When she didn't draw away from him, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even tighter into his embrace, then lowered his head enough to kiss her with a tender savagery he had never felt before.”
( Blair used with permission. )
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Post by Blair Winters on Nov 7, 2009 6:01:53 GMT -5
City Streets of Norwood, Louisiana-Blair 2014(Treb,open)
Blair was taken aback by Treb’s actions. He whispered faintly, ”Longer than you know Blair, longer than you know.”
Treb pulled her into his arms, his warm embrace made her shiver. She loved being this close. Blair never wanted to pull apart in fear, he would never do it again. His rough kiss was everything she needed at the time. It showed his sense of urgency and need for her. By the looks of him his wild side too.
Blair kissed back with all her frustration and love for him. All those five years of pent up feelings hidden in the abyss of her heart surfaced. Every emotion was now going into the response of his rough and urgent kiss. Her hands some where in the melee ended up on his lower back and on his left shoulder blade. Trying to grip onto him, so they wouldn’t lose the passionate yet rough kiss. It seemed like forever before Blair pulled back for some air. Resting her forehead on his, staring into the abyss of his eyes. Blair tenderly stroked his cheek before giving him a slow tender kiss.
Still embracing each other, Blair rested her head on his shoulder. She was slowly stroking his neck, ”Treb, are we dreaming?”
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Post by treb on Nov 7, 2009 22:12:19 GMT -5
His senses reeled: Her scent as it wrapped fully around him became Nirvana; the feel of her pressed against him was Absolution; and the taste of her kiss an Aphrodisiac.
The tiger that had ruled him nearly exclusively in recent years, demanded that he take her now, to stake his claim, and make her his Mate. The man knew better and wrestled with his own desires as well as the tiger's, by all that was good in this world he wanted her too.
The hands that roamed his body, pulling and griping him added to the delirium of want and need. After too short of time, she pulled away. He wanted to growl, he wanted to force her back, only that fact that she didn't pull away completely kept him sane, kept him controlled. He could wait, he would wait.
Her forehead lay against his as she looked into his eyes. He wondered what she saw. The bitterness that pumped through his veins, because of all he had lost and all he had thrown away? The self disgust that pounded against his mind each time he remembered an act of violence that he had perpetrated? The emptiness within his heart and soul that only she could fill? What did she see? What did he want to hide?
She touched his cheek and kissed him again; soft, sweet and so very very tender. His eyes filled with moisture, and when she laid her head on his shoulder and gently caressed his neck, the liquid pooled and fell like small dew drops on a spring morning welcoming the sun with rainbow brilliance as they misted her dark locks.
”Treb, are we dreaming?” With his voice raw from disuse and emotion, he was hardly able to speak, but he was able to rasp out “I pray it is not, because if this Satori is a false dream, I would rather remain asleep forever.”
As he held her close and soaked her warmth into himself, he slowly ran his hands up and down her back. He felt like he could hold her like this forever: His cheek against her hair, her body resting against his. However his knees had other ideas and began to experience twinges of pain and gathering her even closer, he lifted both himself and her to their feet. He refused to release her even for that simple act.
He leaned down to kiss her again this time his lips started at the soft skin just below her ear and moved slowly along her jaw line to her chin and then down her throat.
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Post by Blair Winters on Nov 8, 2009 3:45:20 GMT -5
City Streets of Norwood, Louisiana-Blair 2014(Treb,open)
Blair felt little droplets of moisture fall upon the top of her head. She knew it was his tears. All she could do was pull him closer. She knew he was hurt so deeply inside and needed the comforting touch. In her heart it ache for him,all she wanted was to erase the pain he was harboring for so long. Treb needed a lot of tender loving care and Blair wanted to be that person to comfort him and love him. When Treb spoke his voice raspy from disuse and emotion, “I pray it is not, because if this Satori is a false dream, I would rather remain asleep forever.”
Blair shivered when his hands roamed up and down her back. It was taking everything she had in self control not to take him right here and now. It was dangerous to in a place like this. Especially if the infected were hiding somewhere. Yet she did not want to move out of fear this would be his last touch.
When Treb stood, he pulled her with him. He did not even break their contact to simply stand. She knew then that neither he wanted to let go and wanted to stay this way until time ran out.
Blair saw out of the corner of her eye his head moving down. Feeling him brush against her neck make her swirm. When his lips kissed below her ear, a soft moan escaped from her lips. When the his tender lips slowly went across her jaw line. The whiskers from his beard brushed against her too. Her breathing quickened out of desire and need. When he kissed her throat, she wanted more and more. Blair was on her last string of restrain,she held the back of his head while her hand roamed his naked back.
Opening her eyes slightly and seeing they were still in the club. Blair had to slow things down, the things they both wanted to do was not safe to do here. She didn’t need to risk both their lives. Blair gasped out,” Treb, we can’t here. It’s too risky at this place. We…can go to my…Oh My…my cabin. It’s a lot safer and less dusty.”
Blair felt him pause and he gazed at her. Pulling back slightly she bit her lip and look him up and down. Blair winked at him,” You know I still have those pink pjs…”
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Post by treb on Nov 8, 2009 13:50:57 GMT -5
”Treb, we can’t here. It’s too risky.” He agreed. He wouldn't take her here, but oh how he wanted too. Her slight ”Oh My” caused by his teeth nipping softly at her throat, told him that she wanted him too. He gave a human equivalent to a purr.
Then he loosened his hold slightly, allowing her some space. ”Less dusty would be nice. he said in a velvety tone of tender regard.
”You know I still have those pink pjs…” for several heartbeats Treb was confused, his brow puckering in bewilderment. 'What did pink pajamas have to do with anything?'
He started to chuckle; a dry unused sounds coming from deep inside, as he remembered the pink flannels she had dressed him in the first time they met. He had been naked then too.
Then a small laugh bubbled out of him, the first in years, ”Well I guess naked men can't be too picky around you, can they?” even his eyes started to shine with an inner amusement. ”Blair, you make me feel again. Thank you.” he kissed her again, this time it was a kiss of peace and friendship, but still held a wealth of meaning.
”So until you can get me to those pj's, do you want me to put something else on?” he looked around, but didn't find much that he could use. ”How do you think Old Tablecloth would look on me?” he gestured at one of the tables.
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Post by Blair Winters on Nov 8, 2009 17:03:14 GMT -5
City Streets of Norwood, Louisiana-Blair 2014(Treb,open)
Blair smiled when he purred, it was like music to her ears. When he loosened his grip, she wanted to pull him back tighter. He voice was filled with regard, ”Less dusty would be nice.”
When mentioned the pink pjs a look of confusion came across his face. Then a light went off in his head and he started to chuckle. Remembering the first time they had met she had put those pjs on him. Treb met her naked the first time and now they found each other again ,he was in the same state.
Treb laughed it sounded so unused, ”Well I guess naked men can't be too picky around you, can they?”
Blair pondered for a moment and smiled, “Nope they can’t but I think you’re the only one I really had to dress.”
His eyes shined with amusement, ”Blair, you make me feel again. Thank you.”
Treb kissed her again, one that meant out of friendship. A one that told her thanks, for making him laugh. Blair wanted to cry again, she missed him so much over the years. All the pain she endured, seemed to be healing when she was with him. He was like a bandaid to her soul. Blair hadn’t joked or smiled in a very long time.
Treb paused and search for something with his eyes, ”So until you can get me to those pj's, do you want me to put something else on?”
Gesturing at one of the tables, ”How do you think Old Tablecloth would look on me?”
Pondering for a moment before pulling away to go down to the floor. Getting her gun on they way, she pulled an old tablecloth off and shook it out. The puff of dust made her cough. Blair held out her hand to Treb, “I think it would look absolutely yummy on you.”
When he came down, Blair slowly and carefully wrapped it around him. She loved to touch his skin and feel his warmth. However she went to kick ass mode when they made their way to the exit. Cocking her gun back as she opened the door. Blair peered around before stepping outside. It was absolutely clear.
She grabbed Treb’s hand and squeezed, out of fear or comfort, she did not know.
Opening her car door, she reached behind her seat. Grabbing a pair of black sweatpants and tossing them at him. Winking at him, “Sorry they aren’t pink.”
Blair turned around to let him dress but she was peeking at him through the reflection on her 1969 black El Camino. Once he was done they both got in her car. Driving off to her secret hideout in the woods. It was deserted on the roads she drove on. Like no one had driven on the roads before, it was something out of a disaster movie.
The were on normal paved roads for fifteen minutes before she turned into a dirt road. The ride was a bit bumpy and once the drove into the woods it got smoother. Occasionally the cab would light up from sun making it through the trees. It got brighter once they reached an opening and a little cabin stood.
It was an old watch tower converter into living space by whomever owned it before. The bottom half was stone and the top seemed all glass because of the many windows. Hidden underneath the house were generators and storage. The deck around it look weathered but still in good shape. Once Blair got out she could hear her dog howling. Her trusty friend knew it was her.
Before going inside she grabbed the bags of food. Gesturing Treb to go to the house and open the door. Which he did and even held the doors open. The lights flick on when she flipped the switch, lighting up all the things she gathered. Her house was neat, she hated when things were messy. Even though her kitchen appeared dis shoveled it was designed that way.
Her dog ran past her and sniffed Treb, he looked at him funny before looking towards Blair for an answer.
Blair chuckled, “It’s alright Tiggs, he’s good”
She paused, Blair forgotten he had named him that because his color was just like Treb’s tiger fur. Her dog was of course a Blue Tick Hound. These dogs had a blue grey coloring.
Blair smiled at Treb as she put the bags down. She gave him a sheepish look, “ He reminded me of you.”
Gesturing towards the rest of the house,"Go ahead and look around. It is part yours now. I have to put these things away."[/i]
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