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| Billy | Jul 6 2013, 05:45 PM Post #1 |
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Alpha dog.
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precious light a jagged knife a conduit for the evil a guilty love and a reckless stud I have been so many of these oh I could kill inside this shell if I thought no one would see me when the gates are locked and the gun is cocked I'd pay a fortune not to be me . -- There are a lot of things unspoken between the three sisters. A lot of options they could have taken, opportunities they missed out on. But there are no secrets between them. Never where it matters. It'd never been a secret that Vianne could have run off with Wyatt, and it'd never been a secret to why Sabra had disappeared in those few months she had, returning with a round belly and revolver. If they'd been as accepting with other's faults as they were another's Blackwater may not be dissolving as it is once more. Another kink in Billy's reign. Guilty paranoia gathering and burning like a pizza's edges. There had been a much needed hiatus of disaster, but never long enough to prepare for another. Billy is drinking again. If just for the night. Reliving those carefree harsh days where she'd never thought there was a price to pay for her caught in the moment decisions or her drunk with power leaps of action. Some had turned out better than others but always a lesser than two evils. She props her leg up where door meet's steering wheel, and leans back Another long sip. Another tragedy to tell. Another death to swallow. But the last swig is the roughest, and it takes a fistful of tears before she tilts the bottle to her mouth and swigs. Closing her eyes in a subtle attempt not to choke. It slides down long and smooth. Like honey and broth. And the taste left over in her mouth is somehow worse than any of the prior. "I'm sorry Isaac." she says, and tries dizzily to remember where they'd buried him. It's a spur of the moment troublesome thought, forgotten until now, but before she can act on it -- Vianne is knocking at the window then climbing into the passenger seat. She's smiling at first, but it doesn't take a wolves nose to know that Billy is not at her best right now. And there is a silent moment that passes before the younger sister reaches out her hand, flattening her palm. And Billy instinctively gives her the keys to the old jeep, defeated. The silence stretches on, and Vianne offers comfort in the way she always has. Listening, being there, a quiet reassurance that has always kept Billy's wolf from raging and kept her anchored. Vianne may have Caden now -- but Billy would always have her. And maybe she owes a explanation, after all these years. Or maybe she just wants to talk. "I dont even member' how he looks." She says, buries her head in her hands. " I just know where Sabra buried em' for me. Because I was too afraid too. I didnt even get to say goodbye. I aint never visited. He didnt deserve that. He didnt deserve me." And they have all suffered the pain of losing someone. They have all felt the sting of a love that'd never gotten chance to blossom. She has always felt her lost love was no worse than Wyatt or James. That it hadn't ever been worth mentioning or whining about. Or maybe it was the bitterness that came with it, the problems gathering like specs of dust in the nook of palm touching vein, now soaked into bloodstream. There was a difference in all of them even if they acted so much alike at times. Her sisters lost loves were still alive. They'd gotten away, they'd escaped before they suffered the fate of associating with angels of death. Isaac hadn't. He'd ended a example of what Billy's love would do to a man. She could remember the first time she noticed him. Smiling at her from across the way, his hands heavy when he shook her's. The same hand that'd squeezed hard when he'd gone out brawn and teeth to protect Blackwater. They'd been unknowing, so blissfully unaware of his oncoming demise. Billy had watched horrified as he bled out in their yard. And when it'd all been over she'd had one of the boys hose away the evidence. Later that night she'd forgotten and called his phone, only to find it ringing beneath the pillow of her bed. Where they'd been fast asleep, curling up with another like a comma. "I dont like how everythin' goes on. Like it never happened. Like he never --" existed at all. And on her good days, always busy, maybe he hadn't. But on dreary days like this. With the new found shifts in power on the wake and the werewolf plague. The possibility that she may be targeted next. That she might die. It's hard to forget all of the faces she'll meet in hell. And still, still in death never able to see his again. |
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| Vianne | Jul 19 2013, 09:03 AM Post #2 |
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Newborn
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The door opens for her, and Vianne doesn't have to ask if she's been drinking tonight. A keen nose can tell, and eyes can see the moonlight filtering through the windows, glinting off glass. She crawls in, like she's a flashback of a younger Billy climbing through Vianne's own bedroom window. Even with the roles somewhat reversed, there's no lack of quiet companionship. Once again they are little more than the girls they had been so many years ago. Legs fold up in the seat beneath her, side pressed against the console, as close to the blond as she can get without intruding. Quiet, it's enough for both to simply sit a spell before Billy starts talking at her own pace. Vianne listens as she always has. She too has felt the same rolling, coiling, volatile waves of emotion her sister currently drowns herself in. Not a one of the trio lives without loss. Their lifestyle cannot support love as the rest of the world does. Of all the men and wolves, Isaac had stood for Billy, teeth bared, and ultimately, he had fallen for love. Wyatt would have inevitably fallen too, in both love and life. Want as she might, the woman could not have left her sisters to face the aftermath of Blueridge alone. The man had been restless, but the woman had still refused. The troubles of Blackwater would have hounded them, only to reclaim the wayward sister and condemn the boy who had tempted her away. Despite her suspicions, Vianne hadn't expected his abrupt departure to hurt so deeply. At least she has a kiss to remember, and the hanging hope that perhaps one day, Wyatt will remember his freckle faced woman again. Billy only has a grave marked in her mind to remember; a broken body buried deep in the woods of Tennessee. Eyes wince to glance over. Nobody likes trying to forget things that cannot be forgotten, especially when everybody else can. A quiet admission, "I don't either," followed by a soft sigh fills the silence of the cab. No one has to like the way things transpire here in Blackwater, but everyone has to live with the consequences or die wallowing in their own guilt and regret. The three have made such a mud hole out of this backwater town. Vianne knows all too well that nothing she can say will ease the pain of a love lost. Offering what little she can, the woman speaks. "He knew- what he was gettin' into," unlike Wyatt. Looking out the windshield, the youngest sinks her back into the seat. "And stayed right there with ya anyway." He had given her what he thought she deserved, but Isaac had also ended up giving his last. He wouldn't have chosen anything less than a life of love, as short as it had been. Mournful eyes flick to the bottle in her sister's hand. Vianne knows what drives the woman to drink, but can't ask her to stop or share. Billy could use all the help in the world, and the youngest won't dare take so much of a sip away. Fingers absentmindedly turn the jeep key over and over in her palm, tracing cut edges. "I don't think he woulda changed anything from happening as it did." Vianne believes Isaac had known better than any of them what a relationship with the matriarch of Blackwater could do to a man. Neither foolish nor blind, he had willingly embraced Billy and his fate, even as the dirt soaked up his blood. There is much to be said concerning the unwavering commitment of a dying man. "You were more than worth it to him." |
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