Utah - Welcome to the Fun Zone! {Calista}

[julian]

He had to get back to his apartment before it was too late.

Talk about a great way to start of the night, right? No, he couldn’t be wondering what he’d eat, if he’d brave the ex to talk to his kids, or if he should catch the game or go to bed early. He couldn’t be wandering down the darkened street, smiling at happy couples and dwelling on that bitter twang in his chest?

Nope, he wasn’t allowed to do any of that. Not if he wanted to make sure that there wasn’t a triple homicide in the near future. Detroit had already had their fair share of bloody, animal-like maulings, New Orleans had been through enough with Katrina and Utah...well, he wasn't sure what was happening in Utah, but it had to be as innocent as the other states. He couldn’t subject it to more devastation.

…Nor could his conscience stand yet another lost soul. But that was a story for another time.

Hurrying down the street as fast as he could, with a bum leg and one helluva headache, Dr. Julian Jackman, local security expert, careened to a stop just as a taxi rounded the corner. He glared after the driver, lips pulling back in a grimace at the answering horn, and continued on his way. So far, so good, he thought with a grim chuckle. His apartment was another ten minutes away, but he still had time. Thirty to ten; plenty of time to get back and strap himself into the ‘punishment chair.’

His other half had been bad the other night; leaving him to wake up next to a drugged out hooker who looked less 18 than her license claimed. He’d made sure that she wasn’t about to OD and called an ambulance, sure to wipe the surfaces of the seedy motel room, but his dark side had broken the rules.

And there was just no living in their current situation without the rules. Thus, Billy had to be punished.

Grim determination pulled his lips down in a severe frown, and he picked up the pace. He could practically feel the other waking up, rolling around in his head like an impatient child. Upon dual agreement, they’d decided not to listen in on each other’s thoughts when it came time for the switch, and he was grateful for the freedom. If Billy found out that ‘Daddy’ was aiming to strap him down to an iron chair for the night, he’d find himself forced into unconciousness.

Naughty, naughty Junior. But what could he expect from a spoiled child?

“Help! Oh, my God, he’s not breathing!” A panicked voice cut through his thoughts, and he pulled up short in front of a homey apartment. A little boy lay still beneath a front yard tree, and whom he assumed was his mother bending over him. Habit made him stop, assess the situation, come to some medical conclusions…

And hesitate. Dammit, he didn’t have time for this! He glanced down at his watch; 9:45 and ten more blocks to go. Why had he loaned his car to his coworker the other day? He was torn, knowing that if he wasted his time, the monster would come out without restraint. But the mother’s panicked cries, the sight of the small child cradled in her arms…

God, life would be easier if he didn’t have a damn conscience.

With a curse, he flung himself onto the scene, barking out the customary ‘I’m a doctor’ as he went to work. He had to restart respiration and heart beat; combat the shock of the fall and make sure that the kid didn’t bleed out internally. He ordered the mother to call an ambulance, and she complied with the swiftness of a soldier. He kept his compressions gentle, not wanting to force a rib into an already blood-filled space, breathed into the kid’s mouth, and waited for a response.

Finally, it came. With a gasp, the little boy shuddered, drawing air into his lungs. Julian turned him on his side, murmuring comforting words as the mother returned. She was crying into the phone, which dropped to the ground as she snatched up her baby from his arms. The sounds of police sirens could be heard on the horizon. His work was done.

…And time was up.

Eight…seven…six. The timer on his watch beeped a mournful song and he broke out into a run, ignoring the confused voices from behind him. Maybe if he just made it to some abandoned building, just a bit farther, he could hide out in the basement. He could find some ropes, tie himself to a beam, pray for sunrise—

Familiar pain lanced through his belly, and he doubled over, coughing. Frantic, he spotted an alley and forced himself to move toward it. Maybe he could jump into a dumpster and lock himself in? Or a sewer. Get lost in the underground maze and…

Another spasm hit and he dropped like a sack of potatoes. Good God, he hated this. Hated the night. The evil, annoying, bastardly…

Crawling to the dumpster, he used it as leverage to haul himself up, breath coming out in harsh gasps. Little pinpricks of darkness were dancing in front of his eyes, even as he fought to stay awake. Blue eyes were slowly morphing into unfeeling black, his dirty blond curls going dark underneath the pale street light.

With one final beep from his watch, Julian fell asleep screaming.
And Hyde woke up.



Straightening, he shoved at a few black locks that streamed into his face, squinting at the blurry world in front of him. “Ugh,” Came the irritable snarl as he rubbed at his temples. Wow, the world was so fuzzy! And…dark. Why was it dark? Had Daddy taken him somewhere fun to play?

Something caught on the dumpster, and he frowned. No, that wasn’t fun, just smelly. He looked down at himself as he stretched and did a double take.

Ralph Lauren shirt? Neatly pressed pants? Sensible shoes? Lucifer’s balls, he was a nun! But he could work with it. He always did.

“Mmm, finally, a breath of fresh air,” He purred, black eyes flickering up to look at the stars. He stretched her arms over his head, laughed into the night and skipped out into the city. The colorful lights of a bar flashed in front of him, and an unnaturally wide smile pasted itself onto his face. Yay, his two favorite things: booze and women!

“Time for some fun, I think.”

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It was dark, probably ten, ten thirty when Calista pulled up to the bar in her 2007 Toyota Camry. Sophia was camped out with the sitter for the night, and the twenty seven year old mom needed a drink. She didn’t like to keep alcohol in her house, and if she had it was a mere glass of wine, nothing along the lines of beer or hard liquor. Tonight was a beer night though, and if she wanted that burn, she had to go to a bar. She made this trip around twice a month to drown out her memories and catch a glimpse of the life she could have had before she met that accented college professor. Alcohol drowned out the images of those horrible nights, and kept others from invading.

Cali- or Jane as she was known in Garden City, Utah- opened the grey door and set a foot down onto the dirt road parking lot. The cool night air caught her green tank top, making her shiver slightly. She should have known better than to wear something so thin, but she hadn’t really cared. It’d been a long, boring and slightly pointless day at her shop, and she was worried mostly about being comfortable, not style- even if comfy meant cold. In a little under a minute she had her thick black sweatshirt wrapped tightly around her as she walked into the bar.

The smell of Liquor, dirt, and mischief crept upon her senses, but she ignored it. She didn’t want to worry. She didn’t want to bother with thinking about who was around the corner trying to get her. She knew Liam wasn’t here. She didn’t care about anything else. She was decently safe, Sophia was safe, and all she wanted to do was relax. The bar was pretty empty for a Friday night, except for a few of its normal patrons and a stranger. He was nicely dressed but Cali didn’t pay much attention as she climbed up to one of the stalls.

"Hey Louie,"

[/color] she greeted the tender, and he smiled at her, his facial hair begging for a shave, and his slight gut saying he'd spent enough time in the place he ran. "Jane, one of them nights?" He asked, and she nodded as he proceeded to the brown bottled beer he kept in the mini fridge. She stared at it as he handed it to her before proceeding to fill up the wood bowl beside her with fresh peanuts. Poor man thought he had a chance. A dirty habit cut through her and she reached into her bag for her pack of cigarettes. She didn't smoke except for on nights like these where she didn't want to think, and she usually went through a third of a pack. Just until closing time.

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[julian]

You and I, we may look the same
But we are very far apart
There's bullet-holes where my compassion used to be
And there is violence in my heart

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Oh, how much fun tonight was going to be! All the booze, the smoke, the practically naked women and girls alike! He could just smell the sex in the air, and he got ‘happy’ just thinking about what kinds of trouble he could get into. Oh, how he loved the night and all of its perks.

It was like the night was a little shade was pulled down over the world, hiding all of the seedy pleasures that it afforded. He could drink, he could fight, he could fuck ‘til the cows were carried home in pine boxes- hee, funny analogy!- and in the morning, nobody would know!

Especially not his Daddy. Things always got real sad when Daddy knew about what he did, ‘cause he’d get punished. He didn’t like getting punished.

But none of that now! Oh, this place had so much potential. All of those shaking asses, so ripe for the squeezing, the grinding…

With a wide smile on his face, he leaned forward to take some handfuls of said cheeks, much to the surprise of a girl moving to the music surging through the bar. Seeing the crazy face behind her, the poor girl immediately went for her date, wrapping her arms around him. Aw, that was no fun! She was all pretty-like, and breakable—

His eyes traveled up to the bar and the lady standing in front of it, and all thoughts of said girl were forgotten. Like he was hypnotized, he moved toward her; those expressive eyes and innocent face like a beacon, tugging him closer. She wasn't like most of the women in the bar, which was kind of unfortunate...he would bet everything that his Daddy owned, that she would look great in the mini skirts some of the others were wearing. But, at the same time, there was a..a...what was it? 'An air of divine sadness about her.' Woohoo, lookit that; big words from Daddy. He was getting stronger, and it was beautiful.

Aw, man, he’d really chosen the BEST fucking bar in town tonight! He smacked his palms down onto the bar counter next to her, intent on puffing out his chest to make a good impression. Would she run away like the others did? Oh, but she was pretty. Pretty, pretty, pretty enough to take a bite out of! But a voice stopped him before he could do anything but grin at her.

“Hey, fucktard!” It yelled from behind him. The crowd had instinctively moved away, thanks to the natural ‘crazy mofo’ vibes he usually put out, but now they were farther. He turned, seeing the girl from before’s very buff date standing behind him, his face haughty. “I saw you fucked with my girl. You’re gonna pay for that?”

“Ooh, you must really wanna die. Too bad; I don’t really like killing children.” He couldn’t help but chirp back, smile fixed on his face. Bad, bad voice; distracting him from the piece of candy next him. He wanted to play, not to talk!

So, in the end, everything was hunky-dory when he whipped a hand out, faster than any hand should move, and brought the poor guy’s face to his up-bent knee. A crack, a scream that was swallowed in the music, and he was back to leaning against the side of the bar, facing the angel to his right.

“Helloooooo, beautiful!” He said happily, completely unaware of the blood on his pants. “I like the way you smoke. Wanna play lions and feel some love tonight? Pleaaase?”


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((HEHE, sorry for the randomness in here...but that's Billy. XD If it's too much, lemme know and I can have Julian make an appearance. XD ))
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Calista had just lifted the paper-wrapped tobacco to her lips when a tiny squeal erupted from a young woman a few yards away from her. Her dark brown eyes glazed over, uninterested for a brief moment. She was crouched over Hoyt, the local hot shot, more like the ex-high school football star who wanted very much to go back to those days, breasts pressed up against him and glaring at someone across the bar and out of Cali’s peripheral vision. She turned back to her drink, taking a long sip of the alcoholic beverage before a slight shivering feeling crept up her spine. Something was about to happen, something she didn’t know but- before she could finish the thought a loud slamming noise erupted through the night beside her. She took a sharp breath, but didn’t jump and wasn’t particularly frightened at the piercing sound.

Her eyes flicked over to him slightly. He was grinning at her in a creepy, childlike way, but she didn’t much care. "Hey, fucktard!" Hoyt yelled from across the room, and Calista rolled her eyes. She knew something was going to go down, she'd known since she'd gotten in the car, but something always happened, and tonight didn't seem to be anything particularly special than any other night. "I saw you fucked with my girl. You're gonna pay for that!" His voice was obviously pissed, but when wasn't he pissed about something? By now she'd been looking forward, not paying attention to anything until a sickening crack a scream broke through the loud music.

Calista stared uncaring at the knocked out ex football player, part of her slightly worried about him, and the other part laughing inside. He'd had his reign for a while, but she figured it'd been his time to get beat. He wasn't dead, probably just knocked out with a broken bone, but all and all she knew he was fine. She would have seen it if he'd been dead. She didn't much care about anything more up until the man began to speak to her.

"Helloooooo, beautiful! I like the way you smoke," Her eyes drifted to him. "Wanna play lions and feel some love tonight? Pleaaase?" She lifted a finely shaped dark eyebrow at him. She knew he was talking to her, there was no one else around for him to talk to in the closest stools except her. She let out a long cloud of light grey smoke as Louie made his way around the bar. "Oi, no more liquor for this one kays?" she said as she flagged him down. Louie looked from Calista to the new guy, and she kept her glare at him. He merely turned to clean up the other side of the room. She pulled the wooden ash tray on her right closer to her, tapping off some of the ash before bringing the cigarette back to her lips, flashing the fake wedding ring on her left hand. As far as everyone in the town knew, she was a widow who still- and always would, wear the ring, when in fact it was just a cheap toy ring she'd gotten out of a movie theatre.

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NOTES ok this was short, sorry about that. And it's ok he's kind of crazy, although maybe at some point cali can touch his hand and Julian can make an appearance as Cali realizes he has split personalities? sorry if Cali's kinda stand-offish, that's just how I'd have her react lol.
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[julian]

So raise your glass if you are wrong
In all the right ways, all my underdogs
We will never be, never be anything but loud
And nitty gritty, dirty little freaks
Won't you come on and come on and
Raise your glass!

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Carefully, Billy eyed the pretty woman as he leaned toward her. Was she afraid of the show he’d just put on? Turned off by the sight of blood and the sounds of painful mewls behind them? Most of the little things in the room were squeamish like that, and they really weren’t too much fun when he went and spilled some blood. Yeesh…it wasn’t like it was THAT disgusting to see a guy looking down at his own intestines! Guts were pink and shiny…

Another grin lit up the crazy man’s face when the angel started speaking. She was really pretty, he thought with a little sigh, letting his head flop sideways onto his waiting palm. His smile only seemed to grow when she brushed him off, turning to the bartender instead of him. Usually, girls tended to shy away from him with that perfume of fear misting the air. They thought he was scary, feral, a bit crazy and they ran away screaming.

He liked to chase them when they did that. Mmm, prey tasted so GOOD when they were caught!

But not this one, he thought, a puzzled expression crossing onto his face. This one was different. She seemed almost…bored, as she looked at the fallen man behind them. How interesting! He liked interesting.

“But I haven’t drank anything yet!” He exclaimed, as the bartender moved away. Pouting at the angel, he eyed the bottles behind the bar, as if gauging the distance between him and the racks. “That wasn’t very nice, lady. I came in here to get drunk! All I wanted to know if you wanted to play lions. That wasn’t nice at ALL.”

Shaking his finger at her, he hunched his shoulders and eyed the room behind them through the full length mirror in front of them. How boring! She’d been so interesting, and then she’d just HAD to go and chase Hoyt away. How rude! He should show her what happened when he got angry, shouldn’t he? He turned back to the woman, but just as he was about to tense an arm to deliver a snarled insult, he paused.

Wow, she was really pretty.

“Are you an angel?” He blurted, child-like brain seeming to wrap itself around the idea. “You’re really, really pretty, just like one I saw in a movie.”
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((Okay, so I figured that in the next post, I'll have Julian make an appearance, if Billy can score a touch. Sorry if this comes out random...haha, you've probably already noticed that Billy is pretty random. lol ))

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He was staring. She wasn't scared of it, it was just annoying. She needed something stronger than a beer to keep her patience up with this one it seemed. He was acting a bit like a child, and that was the air she was getting from him. She shrugged it off though. If he was going to act like a child, she'd treat him like one. Only idiots and young men got into fights at the bar- unless they were drunk, which this stranger surely thought he was. He didn't reek of alcohol, however, and although that slightly confused her, she didn't pay much mind to it. "But I haven't drank anything yet!" The man exclaimed, but she just took another drag of the cigarette. “That wasn’t very nice, lady. I came in here to get drunk! All I wanted to know if you wanted to play lions. That wasn’t nice at ALL.” He continued, and she shook her head without looking at him.

"Because asking a complete stranger to play a childish game like that isn't strange at all,"

[/b] She replied under her breath, downing the last bit of her beer before flagging down Louie. "I'm going to need something a bit stronger than a beer, here Lou,"[/b] She sighed, leaning back in her seat and brushing her silky dark brown hair behind her ear. He examined the room as he poured her a shot of whiskey, something she wasn't quite fond of drinking, but had built up a slight tolerance to, and therefore could handle the strong liquor. He turned, and from her peripheral vision she thought he was about to prepare himself to say something harsh, but instead he got this dreamy eyed look upon his face, just like Sophia did whenever she saw something wonderful or amazing. She lifted the whisky glass to her lips.

"Are you an Angel?" She whiskey escaped her lips just as soon as it entered, and she coughed as some of it had managed to make it down into her throat. “You’re really, really pretty, just like one I saw in a movie.” She coughed a bit more, not believing what he just said before looking straight at him. This was the first time she'd really looked at him, and although he had the body and face of a man in his 30's, there was something innocently childish about him- even though he seemed like a wild animal. "Ex- excuse me?"[/color] the annoyed look on her face turned to shocked flattery as she looked at him. That was the last thing she expected. But he did seem like a child, his wide eyes, his facial expression, just him in general. Like a 10 year old boy who was having a bad streak at school, but was otherwise well behaved and yes, just a child.

She laughed and shook her head. "Listen, I'm no angel, and you've obviously had too much to drink-" [/color]She placed her hand on his and stopped dead in her tracks. Blood, alcohol, war, Julian, Billy. Images of his rampages and difficulties, trials and tribulations, flooded her mind, and she gasped, jerking her feminine hand back. He had split personalities. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know how to react. She was shocked and she ordered another whiskey. Oh good god. She came to the bar to end the images, not to drown herself with brand new ones that weren't even hers. By now Lou had poured her another one, and she shot the burning liquid down in a second.


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[julian]

A childish game? Well, she was a very poor angel if she didn’t know how much fun playing lions could be! Kiddy games were amusing to an extent, especially when there was singing involved, but lions…lions was different. First off, there was blood, which ALWAYS made the game so much more fun.

And then there was the sex. Mmm, he bet his angel would be really good in bed. Not being afraid of him meant that she wouldn’t start screaming when he got rough, right? Oh yeah, he was so happy that he went out to this bar that night!

“Make that two, please, Lou!” Billy called out, when the bartender turned to fill the woman’s order. Idly, he spun back and forth on his stool, feeling happier than he’d had in days.

How strange…usually, he’d be dragging the girl off into some dark corner, or finding some amiable hooker to hit on. He didn’t usually sit down and make polite conversation with his prey; that was more Daddy’s area than his. He liked the physical stuff; the hot and sweaty beat and grind, like what was happening out on the dance floor. For a moment, the crazy man was distracted by the dancers, practically salivating at the writhing female bodies moving around.

But when the angel started speaking again, he could only turn his attention back to her. It was kinda strange and he wasn’t sure if he liked being focused on something other than booze and sex.

“Angel, I told you; I haven’t drank anything yet,” He said, speaking a bit slower, as if she were a child. “But really, seriously; you gotta be an angel, ‘cause you’re really, really pretty. You sure you don’t wanna play lions? I bet you’d be real good at playing lions—“

Whatever else he was about to say broke off when she touched his hand. He always liked holding ladies’ hands; they were soft and smelled like soap and perfume. But this time…this time was different, and it scared him so bad, he snatched his hand away from her. It was like an electrical current was running through him; traveling up his arm until it exploded behind his eyes. He cried out at the shock of the pressure in his head, practically leaping into an unwary dancer.

What was going on, he thought frantically, as he fell in a tangle of arms and legs. What did the angel do to him? Why had she been so mean? Something was moving around in his head…and then, like a tickle in his belly, Daddy was awake.

And Billy screamed as he was thrown back into a black void of unconsciousness.
Bad angel. That was a very, very bad angel.

With a deep breath, Julian opened his eyes and squinted at the flashing lights above him. Someone yelled out ‘asshole!’ and he grunted as a foot connected with his side. He rolled to the side, blinking in confusion, while the pounding music caused a similar drum beat to start in his head. Slowly and painfully, he pushed himself to his hands and knees, then finally to his feet.

How the hell had he gotten into a bar?

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Calista leapt up just as Billy threw himself across the bar. She cried out just as he did, the electrical current struck her, the images the blood. The trauma. Her heart raced, and he screamed again on the dance floor. He was squirming around in pain. She'd hurt him. Good lord, he really was like a child, and she knew it, and she'd just hurt a child! Her heart pounded and her mind raced. Her whole night off had been completely blown off as soon as they touched skin. She felt absolutely horrible for it. As people cursed at him, screamed and the what not, Calista ran to his side. A sudden foot caught it before she did, and she shoved him. "Back the fuck off, Carl!"

[/color] she screamed, and kneeled down beside him. "Billy?" She asked as she went to brush a stray hair.

As soon as she touched his sweaty face, she knew he was no longer the childish Billy. No, he was "daddy" aka, Julian. He rose to his feet, and Calista realized how much taller he was than her mere 5"4 form. "Julian. Are you okay?" She asked, looking up at him with concern. Hoyts friend, Carl, the one who'd just kicked him, took a step forward. "Hey Ass hole-" but she was getting on the edge of her nerves. "Carl! Back the fuck off and go crawl back into your little hooker hole, understand?!" She screamed, and he backed away.

She didn't want to test Carl's patience, small town hot shots didn't have much of one, and she quickly grabbed her purse before rushing over to Julian. "C'mon,"[/color] She ordered, gripping his wrist and pulling him outside into the cool night. There were bits of yelling behind them, but no one followed them. She had no idea what she was doing, but she had to get out of their with all the racing bodies and the humidity from the sweat. She couldn't think. Letting go of the man, Cali brought another cigarette out of her bag, lighting it and taking a long drag from it.

"So, what exactly happened in there?" she asked, spinning on him. "One minute you were asking me to play lions with you and breaking bones, the next you're start squirming and screaming on the floor like something inside you is tearing at you to get out."[/b] She took another drag, running a hand through her hair. She couldn't think straight. His history just dragged through her brain, making it hard for her to concentrate. She took a deep breath before exhaling a gray cloud of smoke.

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NOTES sorry it's kinda crappy, i'm frickin exhausted and my muse is like "ihateyou" lol
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[julian]

Good Lord, he hurt. Moving, blinking, breathing…everything made his body feel like it was on fire. What the hell happened? How the hell had he ended up in a bar…hell, he didn’t even know where. Please, for all that was holy, say that he was still in the US. Billy liked the rowdier bars down south, but there had been that one time when he’d ended up in a seedy dive in Cuba…

A woman’s scream had him taking a quick step back, his head pounding at the sound. Fuck, what was this, some kind of really bad hangover? Had Billy drank everything in the bar again? Someone said his name, but he was too busy trying to convince his stomach that it didn’t want to regurgitate last night’s dinner all over the dance floor. Pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes, he bent over slightly, forcing himself to take some slow, calming breaths. Just breathe, he told himself, gritting his teeth against the pain. Breathe…

He started in surprise when a cool hand found his own. What the hell? Who was touching him? He squinted in the flashing lights of the dance floor and failed to catch a glimpse of her face, as whacked out as his eyes seemed to be. It didn’t look like she was leading him into any kind of trap, so, docile as a lamb, he followed her outside.

Julian took a deep breath of air and sidestepped a couple heading into the bar. He cracked his neck and blinked a few times, sighing in relief when his sight finally cleared. That’s all he needed; blindness AND MPD. Oh, how Fate loved to bite him on the—

The woman who’d pulled him out of the bar was talking, but the doctor didn’t hear her. A dazed expression came onto his face, as he finally took in the scene around them…and saw the stars for the first time in over a year.

“My God…” He breathed, looking up at the sky as if he were seeing Heaven. A guy never knew what was important, until he never saw them again. People thought vampires had it bad?

Turning back to the stranger, he shook his head, shock and confusion written on his face. “How did this happen? I’m not supposed to be awake. I…I apologize if I’ve ruined your evening.” Still dazed, he leaned back against the wall of the building behind him.

Quite suddenly, a look of pure clarity came onto his face, and he narrowed his eyes. "And how is it that you know my name?"

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Calista froze, running a hand through her hair as a nervous habit. Shit. She didn’t think before she spoke. What was she thinking? That's right, she wasn't. She didn't think about her own secret, about her daughter's secret. About the trouble she was about to cause. She let out a ragged breath as she tried to clear her mind. "That- don't worry about that." She took a drag. "Billy was- muttering something- and dropped your wallet." That electric shock that went through her body was startling, and although she was slowly calming her nerves, her hands still shook slightly. She leaned against her car that was parked just a few feet away, flicking off some of the ash on her cigarette, she closed her eyes, letting the cool breeze brush against her warm neck and face. Good God she had no idea what to do.

Her heart still beat like drummer on speed, but it was slowing. She was starting to calm down, and her head started pounding. She let out a small groan and sighed. They were the only two outside, and she was quite happy about that. She didn't need to worry about anyone hearing, just incase she let something slip- or he did. She peered over at her companion, wondering about what exactly she'd seen. "I'm sorry… It's just been a crazy night, let's start over: I'm Jane," She said, walking towards him and extending a hand. She half wondered if Billy would come back, but you never knew unless you tried, right? Her hand didn't tremble as much as she offered it to him. "Jane Colasonti. I own the local antique shop. I'm sorry about the idiots in there,"

[/b] She nodded towards the bar. "Bad drunks."

A thought flashed through her mind suddenly, and her heart beat increased once again. "He's different. He's like me" The thought stopped her again. What if he could tell what she was? What if he knew as well? Her heart pounded a little harder.

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NOTES my muse seriously doesn't like me.
WORDS 348
TAGGED Julian/Billy
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