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Post by riley on Feb 23, 2011 18:13:53 GMT -5
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Riley peered over the front of his wheel up at the large house, and swallowed, the motion given away only by the bobbing of his adam’s apple. Both arms crossed over the steer as he strained to see the roof, the only thing he could think was along the lines of bejesus. Parking up at the side of the road, Riley pulled the handbrake and peered once more at the address he had been given, cross referencing it with the address for this house. After reading the scrawled handwriting another three times, Riley leant back in his seat and scratched the back of his neck. Well, this was the place.
Turning in his seat, he reached into the passenger side and grabbed the small envelope that had fallen onto the floor whilst he had been driving, and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans before climbing from the old banged up truck, and onto the little road. Again, he looked up at the house and groaned inwardly. He hated places like this. There size was intimidating, and it always made him long for his own house, the small little place he and his family called home. Tugging absently at the sweatbands covering the scars on his wrists, Riley grabbed his jacket and locked the car door, pulling the faded leather onto his arms as he walked up towards the houses front door.
When he last seen Simmi, she had dropped a necklace, and this was how Riley had found himself here, now, at her home. The locket had seemed expensive, and finding himself in her home town he had driven to the club she had mentioned her mother had owned, WICKED or something, though neither Simmi or any of her family had been there. Instead he had been given a scrawled address on the back of a napkin, and some rough directions on how to get there.
Clearing his throat, Riley lifted his hand hesitantly to the front door and paused a moment. Part of him wanted to just shove the envelope with the locket in through the door and be done with it, ease the tension growing in his shoulders. But at the same time, he wanted to make sure he had the right house, the right family, before potentially giving away something of great value.
Swallowing once more, Riley scratched the small birthmark at the back of his neck, and knocked three times on the large door, half hoping nobody was in.
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Post by Alexis Reese James on Feb 23, 2011 18:55:04 GMT -5
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All she asked for was one normal, average afternoon at home. One moment in time without some major tragedy or natural disaster taking place within her realm of influence. One simple, refreshing glimpse of what an ordinary womans life was like on a crisp southern winter afternoon.
What was that saying again? If wishes were airplanes, this place would be an airport? Yeah, that about summed that afternoons events up about right. If she'd only known what those fateful wishes would bring, she might have done things a bit differently.
Unfortunately, even Alexis James wasn't that infallible or unshakable.
So there she was with her carefully made plans to spend an afternoon with her family and a romantic evening with her newly returned from the dead husband. Having just put Astrid down for her afternoon nap and seen Xavier set to playing his new Nintendo game they'd bought that morning while out shopping, the still stunningly beautiful blond was just about to slip into her own room for a nice long relaxing bubble bath when she heard a knock on the front door.
Frowning, she stepped back towards the main foyer as Betsy bustled from the back and opened the door to reveal a tall, dark haired young man on the step. Something about the caller tweaked at Lexi's senses and her bath was forgotten as she heard him ask to speak with Simi or herself.
"What on earth?" she thought before turning and heading down the stairs instead of to her room. "Its Ok, Betsy... I will take care of this." she called out to the elderly housekeeper with a smile and then turning her attention back to the young visitor. "Are you looking for my daughter? I'm afraid she's not here right now... Shes actually in Hawaii with her boyfriend.... Is there something I can do for you??"
Descending the grand staircase, Lexi reached the last step and then almost faltered as the sensation of familiarity gripped her again. Studying him with the same intensely blue eyes of her daughter, the blond moved forward more slowly and frowned.
"I'm sorry.... Do I know you?? I would swear I haven't seen you before but... There is something strangely familiar about you.. I feel.. I feel like I should know you...."
OK, way to go Lex. Scare the poor kid to death why don't you, she chided herself a moment before shakign her head.
"I'm sorry... Please forgive my rudeness. I'm Alexis James... Simi is my daughter.... "
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Post by riley on Feb 23, 2011 21:43:08 GMT -5
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At first Riley was surprised when the little old woman opened the door, and for a moment he felt slightly better, believing her to be the woman of the household. Little old ladies he could cope with. They wanted tea and battenburg, - he could have over the envelope and be done with it with an offer of weeding her garden for free.
He was just that nice.
But no. Riley’s luck was simply not that good, for a younger voice called out from just behind this little old lady, apparently called Betsy, and it was with a sad smile he watched her go. Damnit. He lingered by the door, unsure whether or not he should go in when he spotted the owner of the other voice, and he swore in his head. Loudly. Damnit Twice. Why did they have to be pretty? Not that he would prefer her to be ugly or anything, but Rileys natural disposition was to be nervous and shy around people he did not know, and pretty women were always worse to cope with that the sweet old woman who had just shuffled away from the doorway. Again, Riley reached behind his head with his left hand to scratch at his neck and twisted, looking behind him for a moment and letting his hand drop.
Why did Ellia have to have that gig today? If she was here, he would at least feel less intimidated by the large house and the woman who owned her, at least could have taken her hand instead up scratching his neck raw with his fingernails.
His eyes widened when this woman started firing questions at him, this woman whom he had never before met, though he could see the resemblance between her and her daughter – it was striking really. They both had the same blue eyes. Riley blinked and swallowed, flexing the fingers on his hands nervously, cracking them in the process whilst she fired these accusations at him. Still, he had to laugh inwardly somewhere. They were the same questions his daughter had asked of him too.
”Mrs. james”he tried, his voice small enough that he had to repeat himself after clearing his throat, eyes darting around the room. Damnit. ”Hi, Sorry, we haven’t met – though funnily your daughter said the same thing to me when we met.”He realised then he had not offered his name, and he forced himself to calm down. He hated being in these situations, and again found himself wishing he had rang first, or pushed the damned necklace through the door. God knows how he coped with his clients and all – though strangely, as he talked to them all first over the phone he seemed more at ease with them. Plus, he could step outside of himself when he was talking about plants and prices, he could be the businessman, rather than Riley Dixon. ”My Name is Riley, Riley Dixon. And umm, your daughter left this at the bar when i saw her... i was in town and wanted to return it.” he fumbled in his pocket for a second and pulled out the envelope, handing it over.
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Post by Alexis Reese James on Feb 24, 2011 14:27:38 GMT -5
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Where had Simi met this young man again? Oh, yes, Lexi thought she vaguely remembered her daughter mentioning a bit of trouble at some bar in Kentucky but she hadn't been paying as much attention to those details as she had been the whole fiasco with Ryder. If she remembered correctly, a drunken pixie had made a mess out of things and this poor young man had been in the eye of the windstorm. Poor devil. It was amazing that he'd had the courage to show up here and return the necklace.
“Yes, now that you mention it... My daughter did say something about you looking familiar. I guess I just never thought to have the honor of meeting you myself and it took me off guard. Please, don't just stand there in the doorway... Come on in!” she said by way of return, beckoning to the parlor just off the main hall. “It seems like the least I can do is offer you some refreshment after you've gone through all the trouble of returning Simone's necklace. I know she will be grateful to have it back.. its been in her fathers family for centuries.”
Turning her attention back to the envelope he held out, the older version of Simi reached out and took it but gasped as another flash of awareness struck her like a blow to her chest. The spark of power that exploded between them was enough to have her backing up a few steps and so familiar that she could only stare at him in disbelief.
Several thoughts ran through her brain even as she assimilated the situation and started to shake her head. What she was thinking was impossible. There was no way on earth that this young man could have anything to do with her family.
However, there was no denying what her magic was telling her. Only someone of her own bloodline and ability would snap at contact like that. It was something that her two children had experienced as babies and learned to harness without thought.
Who the hell WAS this??
With blue eyes growing stormy, Lexi felt her gaze narrow until the only thing that mattered was the young man before her. Instinctively, she stretched out with her powers and felt his untutored ones flare at approach. Obviously, he had no clue as to what he was or why but there was definitely a vibe of power much like Sebastians.
HOLY SHIT.
With baited breath, Lexi met the young mans' gaze and swallowed. She had no idea what was going on here but she wasn't about to let him leave before she figured it out. Was this some sort of trick? Some new magical illusion used by one force or another to lure her into letting down her guard? No, she dismissed those thoughts as soon as they formed because she could read the confusion and honesty in his eyes.
No, this was something Much, MUCH worse. And there was only one explanation she could come up with.
“Riley Dixon... How old are you?? And prey.. Do not lie to me for I shall know if you do..... “ she whispered, feeling as if the ground were shifting under her feet even as she spoke. “Who are your parents??”
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Post by riley on Feb 24, 2011 15:39:51 GMT -5
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That’s the one – the drunken pixie had quickly become the bane of Riley’s existence, despite the fact Riley had no clue that the freakin’ think was real, let alone the cause of all the hoohah in the bar that night. Martha was still mad at him, and had only begrudgingly allowed him back in the bar on the agreement that he paid for the damage that had been caused. Who’ have thought that pool tables could be so darned expensive to mend? Or that those crickety old bar tables and stools were actually quite pricey when they weren’t 20 years old.
On her invite, Riley steeped i, glancing nervously around the room, and wishing that this woman would drop the level of nicety and maybe sound like a regular person. He felt like he was being showing into a Grand party, and that any minute he might be announced as having arrived. It but his teeth on edge, and he couldn’t help but twist his wrists round in circles, stopping only when they cracked loud enough to echo around the grand room. ”Sorry”He winced, frowning slightly. ”But, I guess i just have one of those faces, ya know?” he tried, smiling a little as he handed the envelope over.
He soon snatched his hand away however when something sparked between them, and he shook his hand in front of him, wincing once more. ”Ouch!”He yelped, staring down at his fingers and as such, missing the look on Alexis James’ face. ”Must be static or something. What i get for shuffling my feet, right?” When he finally looked back up to her face, Riley had to take a step back. The force of this others woman’s eyes was almost physical, and it did nothing to help the poor buck’s nerves to be scrutinised with it. He felt like a germ in a lab, placed under a microscope for his every flaw to be seen. He found himself tugging once more at the sweatbands on his wrists, glancing around.
”I, ”He cleared his throat when his words came out slightly strangled, and tried again. ”I should probably go, i mean, my girlfriends back at the hotel, and we’re not in town long....” he trailed off when she started asking him questions, and Riley Dioxn frowned, his brow knitting at the absurdity of the question. ”I’m 26... why do you... why do you want to know... what about my parents? They’re in Kentucky – Listen, why do you want to know about my parents? I was just bringing your necklace back okay? The last thing i need is the fourth degree from some random woman demanding to know how old i am, and staring at me like i just murdered her cat or something...”
Riley felt the familiar tingle at the back of his neck, and took a deep breath. There was a reason he avoided situations that made him nervous – he got stressed easily, lost focus easily, and when he got stressed, he tended to do stupid, idiotic things. And to top things off, he hadn’t been to the gym yet today, hadn’t yet had time to work out the stress on a bag, or even just lugging compost around a garden.
”Listen, Mrs. James, can i just go yeah? Tell Simi i said Hi right?”
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Post by Alexis Reese James on Feb 24, 2011 16:17:05 GMT -5
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Twenty-six, Twenty-six,Twenty-six.
The words rang in Lexi's head like a mantra as she stared at him almost unseeingly. In her mind, she went back twenty six years ago and to the painful memories that now flooded her. Over and over, she heard the sound of the doctor telling her that her baby had been born dead and her own voice begging to at least hold the little infant that had lived in her body all those months.
Unfortunately, she'd been told that she'd hemorraged badly after the delivery and had almost lost her own life in the chaos ensuing. She'd been kept sedated for “her own safety and health” and by the time she'd been able to be up and about.. The burial for her son was done and over with. Her husband had returned in time to take her home from the hospital and they'd visited the grave together before going on to try to piece together their already shattered lives. They had not only lost a son but were in the middle of a war between the angels and demons and they had another infant son to protect.
In hind sight, she'd never really questioned it because she'd been in to much pain and guilt and it had only been Tristians loving arms that had kept her from grieving her own self into an early grave.
Now, though.... Now she felt as if she were reliving all the horror of that long ago day.
As if of their own accord, Lexi felt her feet move her forward until she was directly in front of the young man. Staring directly into his face, she felt her new suspitions solidify with every passing second as she marked the familiar features on the young face and then gave a gasping cry that nearly bent her double.
“MY GOD...YOUR MY SON!!!” she cried out, everything in the room shifting and the very foundations of the house starting to shake with the impact of her emotions. “YOUR NOT DEAD!!!!THEY TOLD ME YOU WERE DEAD!!”
By the time she was finished, she knew she was shouting but nothing seemed to matter any longer. Pain darkened her blue eyes as she saw the confusion in his eyes and read his unease but she couldn't stop herself from reaching out to turn him slightly and shakily trace the little birthmark at the base of his neck that she'd somehow KNOWN would be there.
“My god.... You are my son... You have the same birthmark as Sebastian and Simone....” she whispered just before the shattering of glass was heard and the sound of footsteps outside the parlor rang out.
“TRISTIAN!!!”
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Post by riley on Feb 25, 2011 11:35:30 GMT -5
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She was crazy.
That was the only thing that could possibly make sense. What he’d mistaken for a grand house was actually a mental institution and the woman in the club had given him the wrong address as a joke. There was no way this woman could possibly believe what she was saying otherwise, and there was definitely no way he could believe it. He started glancing around, looking for an escape, a door he could quickly run through, a window he could clamber out of and Run. Damnit, he should have left the necklace at the club – this was not what the young man needed right now.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, there seemed to be a freaking earthquake too. An earthquake. In New Orleans. Well. Stranger things had certainly happened, but it didn’t stop Riley taking a step back from this shrieking woman, from batting away her hand when she reached out to turn his neck, staring at something he couldn’t see, had never seen but had been told about – the small mark on the back of his neck. It was a birthmark, nothing more, nothing to get so agitated about, and Riley found himself longing for his truck, the road – just to get out of the house whose grade foyer, despite feeling so large, was feeling so very small, and so very suffocating right then.
”Woah, No... Lady... I told you, my parents are in Kentucky... you’ve got the wrong guy. I’m just gonna go okay? Look, i didn’t mean to upset you or anything, I’m really sorry...”
Ye, Riley was not about to make the situation any more complicated by announcing to her that his parents were dead, that they were long gone buried beneath four feet of soil, for the maggots and worms to chow down on. He wasn’t about to tell her he was adopted – God only knew how that might feed her delusion. Riley started backing towards the door, trying to put as much distance as he could between himself and the crazy blonde, never mind whomever she had just yelled.
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Post by tristianjames on Feb 26, 2011 22:26:10 GMT -5
With an audible snap, the tree limb in his hand gave way and fell to the ground. Well…there went his attempts to preen the tree that was growing a bit too rampant for its own good. With a sigh, Tristian glared at the tall oak and smacked his palm against his forehead.
Once upon a time, he’d taken a lot of pleasure in keeping up his lawn. He’d been made fun of by both his wife and his children, and even felt like quite the kook himself…but to him, the work was relaxing, almost therapeutic. The mindlessness of it allowed him to ignore various worries or doubts that were running through his mind, and, as he’d found out after his ‘turning,’ it even let him ignore the hunger pangs that were always stabbing at his belly. He’d thought that turning back to tending to the grounds would take his mind off things.
Instead, all he’d managed to do was savage a bush, almost kill the local wildlife with the lawnmower, and now, rip off a very healthy looking branch off his favorite ash tree. GAH, there was there a reason why he didn’t jump off the freaking roof? Oh yeah; it wouldn’t kill him!
”I just can’t win,” He said to the sad looking branch at his feet. But at least he was trying, he told himself with yet another sigh. Taking a step back away from the tree, he eyed the gaping hole in the trunk. Maybe Lexi wouldn’t notice, when she came out tomorrow morning—
Every muscle in Tristian’s body tensed at Lexi’s yell. Without thinking, he was moving toward the house, his brain seized on the thought of someone hurting his family. His fangs were out, he could feel his eyes going a bit crazy, and after bursting through the back door, he was ready for a fight.
His head jerked to the right as he heard voices from the hallway. Ready to reign hell down on the those foolish enough to come into his home and frighten his wife, he stomped through the kitchen doors…
And immediately whirled around. Christ, Lexi was talking to a kid! A human kid! Nah FUCK, and there he was, looking like Dracula!
It took him a minute to retract the fangs, and when he did, he was immediately at Lexi’s side. Alarmed, irritated and confused, his eyes bounced between Lexi and Riley’s faces.
”What’s happened here?” He demanded with a scowl. He paused when he looked at the young man again, a ripple of familiarity shooting through him. But his first concern was his wife, and he slid a protective arm around her. ”Lexi? What’s going on? Why did you call me?”
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Post by Alexis Reese James on Feb 27, 2011 10:36:32 GMT -5
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He thought she was scaring HIM???
God, wasn't that one a laugh? She was scaring the hell out of herself with her thoughts but someway... Somehow.. she knew she was right. This was her son. Her DEAD son. Come back from the grave. Come back to life. Only, that wasn't right because evidently, he'd never been dead to start with! Someone had taken her child from her womb and stolen him!! The fury and confusion that thought reigned down on her cause her to almost drop to her knees even as she held her head and tried to get a grip. The foundations of the house shook and she could hear things breaking all over the house. IF she didn't get her emotions under raps, she was going ot bring the house down around them all for sure.
And then Riley's words registered and unthinkingly, her hand shot out with a focused thought and his feet froze in mid motion. “NO!” she screamed, fighting to establish some sort of calm even as she forbid him from leaving. “NO... You cant.... You can 't leave just yet... Just.. give me a moment....”
Taking a deep breath, she rocked on her heels just as Tristians growl resounded through the house and she heard him hit the front haul. Saying a prayer of thanks, she closed her eyes and gathered the shattered remains of her control around her and began to quiet the storm. It had been so long since she'd lost control like this that it took a few minutes to gather things back to her. When she finally did look up, it was to see the young man looking scared to death and Tristian barely holding on to his bloodlust.
“Tristian.....” she said softly, her voice choked with pain and bewilderment. “Meet Riley.... Our son....”
Hysterical laughter seemed to bubble forth then and she shook her head. Blue eyes meet her husbands dark ones even as she threw up her hands in surrender.
“And before you ask.. no, I haven't lost my mind.. I don't understand how or why but that baby buried in the family vault is not our little angel.... This young man is.... His magic.. His magic is identical to Bastians and look at him for christsake... Hes the perfect combination of you and I.... He also bares the birthmark.....”
Dropping down into the seat behind her, Lexi rubbed her face and then stared at Riley.
“Your parents are not dead, Mr. Dixon... Not your real parents... We are right here in the same room with you and I would bet my life that a DNA test would prove that. I was almost eight months pregnant when I was.... attacked.... I went into preterm labor and my baby was taken from me... I was told he was stillborn and was badly injured from the attack.... I never even got to hold you before you were supposedly buried... I surely would have know that that wasn't my baby if I had......”
Dropping her face into her hands, Lexi fought off a wave of tears before continuing.
“Tell me what happened before you were adopted...Please?”she finished quietly.
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Post by riley on Mar 1, 2011 10:11:54 GMT -5
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Everything was quickly piling on top of Riley, and he felt as if he was slowly being crushed under the weight of it. He had to get out of this house, away from this woman claiming to be his mother because of a simple mark on his neck, the newly appeared man who, if he was being honest, scared the living daylights out of him. But, as his feet stuck to the floor... well it did nothing for the poor boys nerves, or the stress levels he worked so hard to keep down. His own magic began fighting back – but it was no match for his mothers. Riley was stuck, and there was nothing he could do about it – this was not exactly the way he wanted to be introduced to the world of the supernatural.
Hell, the poor kid would have much rather to live the rest of his life in blissful ignorance. The supernatural, the realisation that the creatures of nightmare exist... well. He had memories of such things that were soon forgotten, buried beneath layers of protection before the young man recalled the atrocities of his youth. Still trying to move his feet, if Riley had hoped that maybe the man who had appeared at her side might help him, he was quickly beginning to lose hope in such thoughts. If possible, he was more daunting than, he presumed his wife – he most certainly would not to like him in a dark alley.
Trying to calm himself down before he lost his own nerve, Riley fell into a forced calm, straightening himself. He was pretty sure he wasn’t going anywhere soon, not with his feet somehow caught in the floor, but perhaps he could talk his way out of this one. He didn’t hold much hope – he had never been strong with his words, but it seemed the only way he was quickly getting out of here.
”I’m sorry, I don’t know how you knew i’m adopted.... but I’m sorry, but I’m not your son. It’s terrible that you lost him... but me? That’s impossible. Magic... is impossible.” His words were cut off when she started talking again, assuring him that they were his parents... and Riley felt like screaming. His parents had died in a car crash not long after he’d been born – he’d spent five years looking for them to be pointed to a grave. Still, he found himself answering her question, despite himself.
”I don’t remember. I was adopted when i was two.... i don’t remember anything before moving in with my parents.”
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