Authors note: I probably forgot to do this earlier but thoughts and mid
communication (between WT) are in
Chapter 7
Extract from Dawn's diary
The first day went as first days normally go, a long day full of finding out who's in your tutorial, your class and "getting to know everyone" yuck. I'll get to know people in my own time. The lecture was a bit boring, but again that's first day stuff, and considering I'll have to face my personal demon, the Minotaur...after looking that big smelly brute in the eyes a couple of years ago I know how Theseus felt.
I saw that girl again, the one with raven hair, dunno her name yet. I'm sure she was staring at my back, our eyes met for a second, she looked, I dunno, there's something there that seems to make us connect. I feel the hair on the back of my neck rising whenever she looks at me, I'm confused, ok I'm ALWAYS confused, what is with her? What's with me?
Can't concentrate on writing, all I can hear is Willow and Tara in the next room. I'm gonna go look up my lecture notes and watch some good old late night TV.
Willow moaned in pleasure as Tara rode on top of her, her hands in her hair, then on her neck, travelling down her body, Willow's hands on Tara's back keeping time with the motions. Tara bent her head down and gave Willow a long, slow kiss, when she pulled back, she allowed her tongue to wonder Willow's face, her neck making Willow moan again for her efforts, man this is so good it oughta be illegal.
If it were up to most Catholics it would be, Tara thought back, having heard Willow's thoughts perfectly. But then again, they aint usually that fun, Willow twisted her hips and flipped herself on top of Tara, pinning her down, now riding her hands over Tara's face, slowly creeping them down to her breasts...
The Piper walked along the streets of LA, playing his soothing, hypnotising music, leading two men and a girl away into the darkness. Three more victims, one Abel would take to feed on, the other two would wish that they were dead, waiting, with no hope, as The Piper adds to his ranks those who will take part in the ritual, the necromancy needed, but he still needed one ingredient. Soon Sarah Elliot, soon your blood will purge the sins of your ancestors, soon, count on it!
The Piper played his music, his victims oblivious to anything other than his tune.
Not far out of earshot lies Sarah, she is face down on a cushion reading the notes she had scribbled down, her mind wanders though. Are Gary and Beth still waiting a call, maybe she oughta phone them, just once. No, something told her, something that left a lead weight on her heart, that a call would do no good.
Sarah then thought of Dawn, she knew her name after seeing it on her folder, purple with a cute bunny rabbit in the top right corner, cute but yuckish. What was it about this girl that always seemed to draw her gaze? Sarah put her head down. Time for sleep.
"Beep beep beep"
Ok, time to get up, there goes that whole sleep idea. Had she been up this late? Weird, she usually has a better grasp on time than that. Five minutes meditation wouldn't make her late, would recharge the batteries slightly more efficiently than sleep as well.
At the university, there was barely anyone around. First classes weren't for another half hour. Dawn had been up early and decided on a walk, besides, judging from the sounds coming from Willow's and Tara's room the night before, they could do with the sleep, so she just left a note telling them she had made her own way there. That's when she saw a dark shadow in the corner. She found herself looking at the girl from before, pale skin, loose black shirt, baggy black jeans. Sarah was little heavy on the dark makeup, but her raven black hair was immaculate. Why do I feel turned on right now? The girl pulled away from the darkness and came to sit down on a bench near Dawn, Dawn also sat down. "Hey," Dawn said quietly, her throat dry.
"Hey," the voice had an English accent, though not as thick as Giles', it was the sort of voice where words smoothly rolled out off the tip of the tongue.
"You're in my mythology class aint ya?"
Sarah took her time before talking. "I'm surprised you noticed me, not many people do. Name's Sarah by the way."
What does she mean not many people notice her? "Dawn," Dawn replied back to her.
There was a brief silence, then Sarah stood up. "I have something to do Dawn, I'll see you later."
"Ok", Sarah walked off.
Chapter 7
Extract from Dawn's diary
The first day went as first days normally go, a long day full of finding out who's in your tutorial, your class and "getting to know everyone" yuck. I'll get to know people in my own time. The lecture was a bit boring, but again that's first day stuff, and considering I'll have to face my personal demon, the Minotaur...after looking that big smelly brute in the eyes a couple of years ago I know how Theseus felt.
I saw that girl again, the one with raven hair, dunno her name yet. I'm sure she was staring at my back, our eyes met for a second, she looked, I dunno, there's something there that seems to make us connect. I feel the hair on the back of my neck rising whenever she looks at me, I'm confused, ok I'm ALWAYS confused, what is with her? What's with me?
Can't concentrate on writing, all I can hear is Willow and Tara in the next room. I'm gonna go look up my lecture notes and watch some good old late night TV.
Willow moaned in pleasure as Tara rode on top of her, her hands in her hair, then on her neck, travelling down her body, Willow's hands on Tara's back keeping time with the motions. Tara bent her head down and gave Willow a long, slow kiss, when she pulled back, she allowed her tongue to wonder Willow's face, her neck making Willow moan again for her efforts, man this is so good it oughta be illegal.
If it were up to most Catholics it would be, Tara thought back, having heard Willow's thoughts perfectly. But then again, they aint usually that fun, Willow twisted her hips and flipped herself on top of Tara, pinning her down, now riding her hands over Tara's face, slowly creeping them down to her breasts...
The Piper walked along the streets of LA, playing his soothing, hypnotising music, leading two men and a girl away into the darkness. Three more victims, one Abel would take to feed on, the other two would wish that they were dead, waiting, with no hope, as The Piper adds to his ranks those who will take part in the ritual, the necromancy needed, but he still needed one ingredient. Soon Sarah Elliot, soon your blood will purge the sins of your ancestors, soon, count on it!
The Piper played his music, his victims oblivious to anything other than his tune.
Not far out of earshot lies Sarah, she is face down on a cushion reading the notes she had scribbled down, her mind wanders though. Are Gary and Beth still waiting a call, maybe she oughta phone them, just once. No, something told her, something that left a lead weight on her heart, that a call would do no good.
Sarah then thought of Dawn, she knew her name after seeing it on her folder, purple with a cute bunny rabbit in the top right corner, cute but yuckish. What was it about this girl that always seemed to draw her gaze? Sarah put her head down. Time for sleep.
"Beep beep beep"
Ok, time to get up, there goes that whole sleep idea. Had she been up this late? Weird, she usually has a better grasp on time than that. Five minutes meditation wouldn't make her late, would recharge the batteries slightly more efficiently than sleep as well.
At the university, there was barely anyone around. First classes weren't for another half hour. Dawn had been up early and decided on a walk, besides, judging from the sounds coming from Willow's and Tara's room the night before, they could do with the sleep, so she just left a note telling them she had made her own way there. That's when she saw a dark shadow in the corner. She found herself looking at the girl from before, pale skin, loose black shirt, baggy black jeans. Sarah was little heavy on the dark makeup, but her raven black hair was immaculate. Why do I feel turned on right now? The girl pulled away from the darkness and came to sit down on a bench near Dawn, Dawn also sat down. "Hey," Dawn said quietly, her throat dry.
"Hey," the voice had an English accent, though not as thick as Giles', it was the sort of voice where words smoothly rolled out off the tip of the tongue.
"You're in my mythology class aint ya?"
Sarah took her time before talking. "I'm surprised you noticed me, not many people do. Name's Sarah by the way."
What does she mean not many people notice her? "Dawn," Dawn replied back to her.
There was a brief silence, then Sarah stood up. "I have something to do Dawn, I'll see you later."
"Ok", Sarah walked off.