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[12 Nov 2006|04:14am]
[ mood | determined ]

::runs through the streets, keeping to the shadows and masking her trail as much as she can::

Keep me safe? Keep me safe?

They really think what they do is keeping me safe?

::quiet laugh:: Fuck that. I don't call being confined to quarters since the Moon and being shit on even more than normal "safe".

Definitely time for a break now, I think. Besides, I need to tell Jerome that the bastards know he's about.

::checks behind her, sniffs the air, carries on when she's satisfied she's still not being followed::

A new Den. New start. Maybe even, come next Lupercalia, a new status.


Me, an Alpha bitch. That'd piss the Red Bitch off something fierce.

Shame she won't be around to see it.

Shame none of them will.

::keeps moving::

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[31 Oct 2006|07:30pm]
[ mood | excited ]

*stands on a street corner, amused at the Humans*

I could live here.

No, I really could.

In fact, I think I just might. It's about time I settled down after all.

*checks the time*

Actually, I have a feeling that my next visit to the dump they're calling a Den might just be my last.

*mock sigh*

So sad, having to say goodbye. I've been a good Omega, after all. But all good things must come to an end, I suppose.

*quiet laugh*

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[19 Oct 2006|10:21pm]
[ mood | irritated ]

And I wouldn't even mind if they'd found another house, but a CHURCH? What the fuck are they thinking of? Even with the house mattresses, it's hardly in the same league.

Well, if they want to move there that's up to them, but I'll be damned if I'm going to help them do it. They're so determined, let them carry all the stuff. It's not like they'll let me choose where I sleep anyway.

I'm sick of it. Absolutely sick to the back teeth.

::growls, paces, bites at the skin down the sides of her nails::

::growls once more::

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[19 Oct 2006|09:17am]
[ mood | devious ]


Shower of cocksucking, motherfucking bastards.

I'm NOT a child. And, no matter what they think of me, I'm sick of them all just treating me like shit because they can.

It's not like my neck took long to heal, but they just STOOD there and let that self-satisfied arsehole attack me.

Well, I've had enough. Okay, he doesn't want to fuck me anymore - his loss - but he's WAY over the line, just trying to be the big "I am" to his precious little witch-whore.

If they think this is the way it's going to be from now until one of them kills me, they've got another think coming. Let them find somebody else to treat like a side of mouldy venison.

Of course, it helps that somebody DOES seem to see things my way. Not only that, but he's more of a male than Benny Fuckwit could ever be.

At least he knows how to appreciate a female with skills like mine.

::stretches, almost purrs::

I like being ambitious, especially when it seems like I'm not just pissing against a wall.

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[03 Oct 2006|07:50am]
[ mood | amused ]

::slips silently out the door of the vacation Den and turns towards the city::


This place is growing on me more and more. Even the magic's not something I can't deal with. It's amazing what you can get used to when you're distracted enough.

All of a sudden I'm an Omega with ambition. Prospects, even. Who'd ever have thought it? Of course, right now I'm just a horny bitch too close to the Moon who needs an itch scratching.

And I know just where to find myself a backscratcher, too.

::sings to herself, almost skipping::

I like it here. Even more so because certain others don't.

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[04 Sep 2006|11:56am]
[ mood | aroused and optimistic ]

Oh, my.

Such trouble in paradise. I knew I'd like the place, even if it's where she was spawned.

The Matt Bastard's all wound up, and Love's Young Dream's turned into another nightmare.

And I'm completely innocent of any of it.

I think that deserves a dr-

::catches a new yet unmistakable scent::

And again I say, Oh my.

This could be more than promising. It'll certainly help me stop climbing the walls quite so much tomorrow. Now ... where ...

::locates the scent's source and makes her way over, avoiding eye contact::

Well, hello. And what's a bad boy like you doing in a place like this?

::growls, then slowly risks meeting the gaze::


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[02 Oct 2005|07:50pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

*Sara sits on the hood of the car that Matt stole, a blanket around her shoulders, looking up at the stars*

I hate the countryside. I hate the mountains and I hate the rivers and I hate the quiet and I hate the fact there's NOBODY TO FUCK.

What I really hate is that it looks too much like home. If you can call where I was born home... not that I generally tend to.

I'm not sure where home is any more.

I don't remember much about Romania. There were mountains though. I remember that. No mountains in the asshole of the world where Dedushka and Babushka's farm was... just great huge fuck-off-big expanses of Nothing. I hated Siberia worse than I hate this place.

I never got to see Moscow or St Petersburg or anywhere else in Russia that was interesting... perhaps it's time to start thinking about it. A new pack. A new place... somewhere away from being treated like roadkill, from the bruises and the listening to Benny and his bitch howling at each other through the walls.


But would they let me go?

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[22 Jul 2005|07:23pm]
[ mood | drained ]

*Drifting in and out of consciousness*

Pain's alright... don't mind it any more... sleeeeeeep. Sleep it away. Mmm. Sleep is nice.

*Sara coughs again, curling up and whimpering softly as a fresh stab of pain hits her temples, gasping for breath*

Didn't get to see Cait tell Benny his bitch is going down... didn't get to laugh at them both... *she drifts off again*

Going to live... want to... live long enough to see it.

Going to live.

*she drifts back into a mumbling, aching half-sleep.*

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[18 Jul 2005|08:19pm]
[ mood | cold ]

*Sara pulls the thin blanket around her, curling up into herself on the lumpy mattress, shivering violently despite her high colour and the sweat that makes her t-shirt stick to her*

What's happening? Don't get it...

Wish Cait was here. No, she'll be off with the Matt-bastard. And Jakey-wakey keeping Sam warm... and Benny with his bitch.

So fucking cold... head hurts. Hurts so much.

*She gives a long, hacking cough which eventually turns into an empty retch*


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[11 Jul 2005|12:30pm]
[ mood | devious ]

*Sara sits quietly outside Ben and Caley's room, idly playing with a pack of cards, dealing them out, shuffling them and starting games of Patience then switching to card tricks*

*Her head jerks up as she hears the quiet conversation behind the door take a new turn*

*She gives a slow smile as she hears Ben's voice* "So far as I'm concerned, if Sara needs a lesson from you then you fucking well make sure you teach her good. And let me deal with Cait for now."

Ooh. Stirring up dissension in the ranks are we, Benny-boy? Big Mommy won't be happy to hear that. Not at all...

*She lays the King of Clubs and Queen of Hearts down in front of her and keeps shuffling the cards. What she hears next causes a slow, devious smile to steal over her face and her breath to catch in her throat*

"You think I'm going to run off and find an Alpha Female? Now why should I do that when I've got one, right here? And you're still an Alpha in your head, even if not in practice."

She lays the Queen of Diamonds down and gazes at it for a long time, then riffles through until she finds the Ace and King of Spades. She pushes the five cards around with a fingernail for a while, constructing a narrative in her head.*

I should work on a new card trick. I'm sure Cait would be very interested to see it.

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[07 Jul 2005|01:08am]
[ mood | cynical ]

Seeing the Beta Bitch's bruises is almost worth her coming back in the first place.

If I listen REALLY hard I think I can hear the grating of a broken bone when she moves... but it's probably just wishful thinking.

Oh well, a girl can dream.


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[01 Jul 2005|04:53pm]
[ mood | naughty ]

Awwwwwwwww. Poor Benny. His girlie's run off in a sulk. Well, pardon me for laughing at the pair of them. (Very quietly, though. As in, only when I'm on the other side of Manhattan and most definitely out of earshot.)

Stupid fucking witch.

Yes, witch. That's what she'll always be to me - Beta Bitch or not, wolf or not, while she's still messing with all that Papa Midnite bullshit she'll be a witch.

She should never have been one of us. She doesn't belong here... but you won't hear me saying that out loud. *Her hand goes to her scalp, running lightly over the patch of skull Ben fractured*

I wonder if she's ever coming back. If not, I'm sure I could give Ben a helping hand to get over it... but I like my neck unbroken, thank you very much.

Unfortuntely for me, I think the answer as to whether she's coming back is a probable yes. I can't see the Matt-bastard letting one of his Pack go... even if they wanted it.

Really wanted it.

*She's quiet for a moment, looking out over the rooftops.*

Right, I'm off to pick someone up.

Schadenfreude always makes me horny.

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[10 May 2005|08:16am]
[ mood | restless ]

I've been quiet lately. That doesn't mean I've gone away.

Since Benny Boy fractured my skull, broke my cheekbone and cracked half my ribs it's been easier to just... keep quiet. I do what I'm told, eat what I'm told to eat, Hunt what I'm told to Hunt.

For now. Not forever.

Sometimes I dream about silver... of one of the Beta Bitch's friends jamming it into Benny's eye or ramming it down the Matt-bastard's throat. Wouldn't be bringing in new bitches who've got no place here then, would he? Wouldn't be biting much at all. Heheheh.

But like I said, I keep these things quiet.

I have to. I intend to survive.

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[05 Sep 2004|05:46pm]
[ mood | predatory ]

So the girl Benny's been stinking of was a present for the Matt-bastard. She's Pack now. I'm sort of glad, actually. When Matt-bastard's pissed off about something, she'll be around to take some of the edge of.

Glad she and Ben weren't...well, he's made it quite clear that he's still interested in me. Not that I was bothered. But still. Good to know I've still got it.

Full moon's gonna be bad for her. Almost feel sorry for her. But Hell, we all went through it, and look at us now. She'll adjust. She's got...what'd Benny say? Oh, yeah. 'She's got spine.' I'm under orders to go easy on her, which is boring. But hey...no law says we can't be friends, is there?

*wolfish grin* This could be fun after all.

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[26 Aug 2004|04:05pm]
There's a few less leeches in the world, thanks to us. Always a good feeling. *smirk* Stupid bastards are running around like headless chickens, and the best part is, they don't know who to be afraid of. And everybody knows they can't drink our blood, so it's not like we're in all that much danger. Damn, I love it here.

Ben smells like another girl. *snarl* A human, no less. And he's always going off during the day, hanging 'round with her, I guess. *snort* Don't know what he needs a human for. Not like she can give him anything I can't. And how would he like it, I wonder, if I came home smelling like the same guy every day?

Not that I care. I don't. He wants to go messing around with a stupid, weak human that can't take half of what I can, that's his business. Stupid bastard.

So Matty's little sister. She's lots of fun. Nice to have another pair of tits around, even if I'm not allowed to play with her. *snarl* Stupid Matt-bastard never lets me have any fun.

Well, except the leech-killing. *smirk* Gotta love that.
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[31 Jul 2004|11:45am]
Blind. *snarl* Hate this. not the first time, but still. hate it every time. helpless, can't hunt, can't do much of anything, Ben won't even let me torment the new kid. Damnit. Hate blue moons, hate it...want it to STOP...
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[18 Jun 2004|12:09pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Matty's got a sister. A widle bitty baby sister. And she's coming here, aww. Such a shame Big Brother won't be around to see her. *clucks tongue in mock sympathy* Poor widdle puppy.

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[03 May 2004|05:34pm]
Ben is one of the best (male) fucks I've had in my entire life.

Now that we've got that sordid business out of the way:

I think it's time I had a nice chat with the Welsh Witch Bitch.
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[30 Apr 2004|06:20pm]
What the fuck is up with this Welsh bitch Matt brought back?

Witch, too. That's fucked up, that's what that is. Werewolves don't fuck with witches. >.< Obviously, Matty Boy's thinking with his cock and not his cranium.

. . . is Ben bellowing at me? Jesus, you think he could come LOOK for me instead of yelling across the building.

*yells* I'm back here, asshole!
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[27 Apr 2004|06:16pm]
Matthew Bryson, you are a cock-tease.

You said we were gonna get to do some shanghai-ing of the grand high order, and what are we doing?


Jesus FUCK, how long does it take you to plan a snatch-n-grab?

Ineffectual fuckwit. Jesus.

On the upside? I brought home not one, not two, but THREE guys last night from the club.

I'm all orgasmed out.

For today.

I unfortunately had to kill them afterward, but that's okay. There's no shortage of hotties to be found in THIS city.

UNlike Prague. Never ever EVER going back to Prague. Not ever.

. . . am I rambling?
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