Angelica stood before the portrait in Deanna's basement. She knew it was a self portrait, but the image left her unnerved. She wanted to look away, but couldn't. Never flinching she remained there staring ( Read more... )

Deanna stumbled into the house, barely escaping the first rays of dawn. Her blouse in tatters, spatters of blood adorning her frame.

And yet the smile never left her face.

"Christ, I needed that," she said to no one in particular.

( The last time I cried )

((this scene picks up from hereDora stepped out of the alley by Fang Noir, brushing off her (or rather, Faith's) pants and smirking. She glanced back over her shoulder to make sure Ben-Hassad wasn't following her. She didn't quite feel like going straight home yet ( Read more... )

Deanna slipped the key into her front door, kicking off her shoes as she slipped inside.

Angelica and Becky had (fortunately) managed to keep the place in one piece in her absence, but her good mood quickly turned south as she entered the living room. Someone *cough*Rebecca*cough* had strewn her clothes... and webbing... everywhere. Good lord ( Read more... )

They called her name. They CALLED her name. The look crossing Deanna's face was a mixture of shock, surprise, delight and utter confusion. She didn't remember making any movies that year, and certainly no one had told her she was up for an award. But there it was, nonetheless. "Leading vampire in a slaughter ( Read more... )

bloodyFUCKINGhellwhathaveigottenmyselfintoi'vegotadamnedWOLFchainedinthebasementandit'snotlikeioweheranythingohnosheonlytriedtoTEARmyheadofflastnightandwolvesandvampsDON'TgetalonganywaysowhydoiCAREenoughtosavehersorryassandkeepherfromdoingMOREdamageokayshe'sjustaKIDanddoesn'tdeservethecursei'massumingit'sacurseshesaidsorightandit' ( Read more... )

And the mood in the house is... well, it ain't pretty.  Take several female vamps, and imagine if they could all PMS at the same time.  The horror...

Well fuck that.  Santa Deanna won't stand for it.  Nosiree.  Enough of the mopey faces.  We're gonna celebrate.

I even bought a real fucking tree.  Decorated with lushious red lights, ornaments, ( Read more... )

She was amazed how quickly the vision in her mind's eye translated to the canvas.  As if possessed, Deanna painted non-stop until dusk.  She felt no hunger, nor was she tired.  Quite the opposite.  She was exhilarated.  Until she stood back to witness her creation, as if for the first time.

She cocked an eyebrow.  "Why the hell did I put myself in ( Read more... )

Deanna jolted awake with a strangled grunt.  She sat upright in the bed, brow drenched with sweat.  Her hand instinctively clutching her chest, as if the nightmare could jump-start her undead heart.  Whoa...

She attempted to still her mind but the images continued flashing behind her eyes. It simply wouldn't let go.  Commanding her attention.  For ( Read more... )