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Post by anastasia vatican on Nov 1, 2012 2:02:45 GMT -5
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Post by HOLDEN KELLER on Nov 7, 2012 21:08:23 GMT -5
holden laid across his bed tapping the keys on his keyboard as he played his video game, not even hearing ana come in the house. he didn't really get a say on her moving in but he didn't mind. he liked her, compared to the "others" liam brought. at least he knew ana, besides it was nice to have someone else around the house other than liam, someone else to talk to, someone else to clean up his messes. he pulled his headphones off and paused his game before making his way in the bathroom.
holden started to unzip his jeans before stopping mid motion, he listened carefully. the teen zipped his jeans back up and exited the bathroom before slowly making his way out of his room and into the hallway. someone was in the house. he walked down the stairs slowly and walked into the kitchen to find ana. "you know, it's nice to announce that you're home." he flashed a smile at her before sitting down on the counter. "i almost dropped kicked your ass." he chuckled.
holden sat there wondering why the girl hadn't turned, it was weird. did he do something wrong? "i'm sorry...i-" he paused not knowing what exactly he was apologizing for. the teen bit his bottom lip, "i'm sorry" he sat there with a puzzled look on his face. "did i do say something wrong?" he got up off of the counter and walked over to the front of her. "holy shit! what happened?" he said spotting the bruise. |
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Post by anastasia vatican on Nov 10, 2012 0:01:15 GMT -5
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Post by mooshi on Nov 16, 2012 10:37:37 GMT -5
Sleeping had always been an issue for Liam back in England mainly because of the frustration and pressure that his father had put on him with his training and studies in being a watcher. But now being in the US and on his own, things had changed. Even though he still had the weight of finding the new slayer on his plate and making himself look responsible to the watcher’s council as well as his father, it wasn’t as demanding as it had been back in England. He could actually sleep without the restlessness of being secretly overwhelmed with everything; of course if he did feel that way, you’d never know it because that was Liam for you, always hiding his true feelings from the world. So, why was he not able to sleep tonight? Well, if you had just been visited by someone you cared about more than anything, someone who you hadn’t seen in roughly ten years, someone who you left behind in sort of an awkward state, someone like Anastasia Vatican, wouldn’t you be restless too?
Liam could hear the springs of his queen size bed creak beneath his weight as he went from lying on his side to lying on his back. He was slightly irritated that his father hadn’t told him that she was coming to check up on him. First, it was insulting that he hadn’t believed in him enough to know that he didn’t need any help in being called as the watcher, although technically he still had yet to find his slayer. And second, why the hell couldn’t his father have come himself. It had also been ten years since he’d seen him, and If he did show up, Liam probably would have been better prepared for the situation or at least forced himself to be. Not that it didn’t go well, it was just….weird having Ana back. The way Liam had left things with Ana, neither he nor Ana really knew how to react towards each other. Was it supposed to be different between them? Hell, Liam almost kissed her, so of course things were going to be strange. So what did they do? They reverted back to their previous selves even before the almost kiss like it had never happened. But that is what he did. He wasn’t ready to understand his deep down feelings for Ana.
Just as Liam closed his eyes again to try to fall asleep once more, he could hear Holden leave his room hesitantly and head down the stairs slowly. It wasn’t surprising that Holden was still awake at 2 in the morning. He was a little nerd playing all kinds of video games and such. What was surprising was how slowly he made it down the stairs almost like he had heard something. Had Ana finally come home? Maybe that was another reason why he was still awake. Her first night here, and she had already was out and about. Typical Ana. It was clear he wasn’t getting any sleep any time soon. Liam threw the covers back and slipped out of bed heading downstairs himself. Might as well join them.
When Liam came down the stairs, he came into hearing range just in time to understand that Ana had helped out some teenage boy who was attacked by multiple vampires. He chuckled as he chimed in. ”Not unless the ass hole side of me tells him,” Liam joked. There was absolutely no way he would call up her father and tell on her. That would just be stupid. He’d for sure take her away from him, and he’d probably blame him for her actions and never let her visit again. He was already surprised he had let her come in the first place. Her father was never a fan. But when Liam actually glanced over at the two of them, Holden was standing rather close to her observing her face. It seemed like he was inspecting her though. His eyes moved from Ana’s hiding body language to Holden’s puzzled look. He was obviously seeing something Liam wasn’t able to. ”What is it?” |
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Post by anastasia vatican on Nov 16, 2012 15:21:02 GMT -5
  
ana froze a little when she heard liam's voice ring out across the kitchen. great so brother bear was awake after all. now she was going to have to let him see what holden was so closely looking at. ana chuckled a little when liam said that maybe his asshole side would tell her father on her. "Like daddy dearest would believe you anyway" she laughed. her father had never really been a fan of liam. he blamed liam for everything that ana did that was rebellious. it was a shame really because liam always looked out for ana, but they did tend to find trouble when they were together. her father had tried to keep her away from him, but it was pretty much impossible. he had given up trying. needless to say her father had been rather happy the last ten years, knowing that liam wasn't around to corrupt her innocent little ana. ana rolled her eyes just thinking about it all.
then liam got sort of quiet, like he had realized that holden was inspecting ana in a way that was not normal. leave it to holden to blow her cover. not that she would have been able to sneak past liam now anyway though. she sucked in a hesitant breath and then said "It is nothing, really. Just a little scrape." with that she slowly turned to face liam. she wasn't looking forward to his reaction. her face didn't look horribly bad or anything but her cheek was cut and already turning purple. she had washed off the dried blood already thankfully so it didn't look as dire. she knew that liam would worry, he would probably overreact and she was sort of hoping in the back of her mind that he might surprise her and not care at all, that wasn't likely though. liam had always been her protector, keeping her from getting hurt and all. but ten years was a long time and people change. she wasn't a damsel in distress.
her arm was still wrapped around her ribs and when she realized that she removed it and held it at her side instead. she didn't want to draw attention to the fact that her cheek wasn't the only injured place on her. the cut on her cheek would heal quickly, but the cracked rib might be a bit of a pain in the butt. luckily a cracked rib is a little easier to hide since no one can see it. but with her luck liam had probably already read her body language and had an idea that she was hiding something from him. that was the bad part about having grown up with someone, you learn each other pretty well. plus she was a horrible liar, her could almost always see right through her. "Don't be mad at me" she added with a cheeky smile, hoping it would ease the tension a little.
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Post by mooshi on Nov 25, 2012 13:00:20 GMT -5
Liam ignored her comment about her father for the moment just because he was too busy focusing on the idea of this ‘little scrape’ she was talking about. ”Come on Ana, I know you too well to believe that what you are hiding is at all just a scrape.” It was true. Maybe it was because he was so protective over her that she thought that lying to him was the better way to go with things. Maybe that was the better way to do things. Liam tended to get quite angry rather quickly. At the moment, it was more frustration though that she wouldn’t show him what was really wrong with her.
Liam thought it was funny how well they really knew each other. For starters, when Ana turned around to face him, his eyes immediately fell on her side, not whatever Holden seemed to be looking at. It may have been ten years that they hadn’t seen each other, but he knew when something was wrong, and Ana was definitely favoring her side. And the fact that she had instantly dropped her arm shortly after facing him. It was clear she was hiding something. It wasn’t until he looked up at her face that he realized the severity of the fight she must have had tonight. It was definitely not just a ‘little scrape’. She had given him a smile and told him not to be mad at her, but he was too busy staring at the massive gash on her now purple cheek to listen. ”Lil’ scrape, Ana? LIL’ SCRAPE? Jesus! It looks like someone busted a piece of plywood across your bloody cheek! And for more emphasis, the bugger decided hey why not twist it around a bit!” Liam stepped towards her moving her hair slightly to get a better look. He shook his head wincing. ”Grab the alcohol would you?” Liam asked Holden as moved past Ana grabbing a cloth from underneath the kitchen sink.
Once he had grabbed the cloth, he turned towards her and pushed his palm against the side she had been hiding from him. ”And I’m sure that is just a lil’ scrape too then, hmm?” He rolled his eyes. ”What were you doing out there? First night in Midnight Harbour, and you’re already in harms way! You should have just come home with me! Either that or let me come along! I knew this would happen! I bloody knew it!” He was trying to be settle with his tone, but his voice seemed to keep rising. |
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Post by HOLDEN KELLER on Dec 2, 2012 23:56:16 GMT -5
Holden remained quiet as the two conversed, he really hadn't know what to say or was sure if this were the best time to make a joke. He knew what a little scratch and scrape looked like and Ana was pretty banged up. He leaned against the counter and watched on as his brother interacted with her. He really cared about her, I mean so did he but Liam was in love strong like with her. Even if the angry git wouldn't admit it.
Holden pushed himself off the counter when Liam asked for the alcohol. He wasn't sure if it was common to have rubbing alcohol in a kitchen cabinet or not but it was normal for this household. Kicking vampire ass could leave one with pretty nasty bruises and scrapes. Here, alcohol in the kitchen is like having a bottle of water in the fridge. He grabbed the bottle and placed it on the counter near Ana.
He just sat there quietly while the "grown folks" handled their business. He didn't know what to do, he was pretty sure she'd taken a pain killer. Though should could be a very good actress at times, he just wasn't sure with Ana. He felt like he was in the way. "Uh, guys, I'm sorry to bail but I have homework to do." he trailed off and rubbed the back of his head. "Okay, I'm lying! I finished my homework two days before it was assigned, I just feel like I'm in the way here, so I'm going to go read a book." he nodded and slowly exited the kitchen waving goodnight. |
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Post by anastasia vatican on Dec 4, 2012 17:53:46 GMT -5
ana winced when he started in on her. she knew he was angry, he was yelling for christ's sake. she could never lie to him, it was practically impossible. she was like the world's worst liar. she didn't even know why she tried to tone it down for him and tell him that it was no big deal. she flinched a little as his hand moved to her face and pushed her hair out of the way so he could see the full extent of the damage. when he was angry with her she sort of tended to withdraw back into herself. an angry liam wasn't something she was fond of dealing with. the joking and jesting seemed to disappear when liam was irritated with her. she knew better than to try and joke now that he was mad, it would only make it worse. she sighed when he told holden to grab the alcohol and finally decided to speak up again. "It isn't as bad as it looks" she muttered softly. she couldn't look liam in the eye right now.
ana watched him grab a cloth so he could clean up her cheek to his liking. she had already cleaned it herself but she knew better than to tell liam off about it. if he wanted to clean it his way then she would let him. as he walked back to her he decided to shove his palm against her cracked rib, the one she had hoped he wouldn't notice. of course he was too good at reading her body language and had probably figured it out right away. as his palm shoved into it she let out a cry and doubled over from the pain. "That wasn't necessary you jerk!" she hissed at him between clenched teeth.
all of the sudden it was too much for holden to handle and he made up an excuse to leave them. ana didn't blame him, she would have left if she were him too, except she probably would have left right when liam showed up. "It's all good Holden" she managed to say as she straightened herself back up slowly. her arm was wrapped around her side now and she shot a glare at liam. "I was minding my own business when I saw a boy, a teenager, in an alley. He was surrounded by vampires, way outnumbered. I decided to help him. I am trained you know. I may not have super human strength but I can fight. So we doubled teamed it, I dusted two vampires. End of story" she replied to him, her voice angry now as well. "I'm an adult Liam! I can bloody well handle myself. I did just fine for the last ten years!" her voice matching the pitch and volume of his. sure that was a little harsh, pointing out that he hadn't been there to protect her for the last ten years so what made him think she needed him now, but she was mad that he was mad. it was all a stupid, petty argument anyway. but it was liam and ana, they weren't famous for being that rational or even tempered.
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Post by mooshi on Dec 9, 2012 15:19:58 GMT -5
Liam ignored her comment about her face wound not being bad. Had she even looked in the mirror? Of course she had. She probably knew this was coming. Knew this whole situation was coming. How he’d react. What he’d say to her. He wouldn’t put it past her to have tried covering it up with makeup or something just so he couldn’t see. But he had seen it. The whole thing. And she wasn’t at all okay here. Even her side was busted up. He was sure if he lifted her shirt there would be a huge bruise crawling up her side. And when he did shove his palm into it, and she practically doubled over, he immediately wished he hadn’t done that. He wasn’t trying to hurt her. He was just frustrated with her and upset that he wasn’t there to protect her from this happening.
Holden then spoke relieving some of the tension….or making it worse by wanting to leave because he knew how bad it was going to get. For a few seconds, Liam was surprised to hear Holden’s voice as he had forgotten so quickly that he was still in the room with the two of them. Liam glanced at Holden almost apologetically. Was he overreacting? No, no. He was not at all overreacting. He needed to make a point. Prove to Ana that she needed to be more careful because even though the wounds were already horrible, they could have been much much worse if she hadn’t been able to fight them off. Before Liam could say anything to Holden, he was already up the stairs.
He really didn’t have much time to think though about what to say next to Ana either because she immediately started in on him now her voice rising as well. ”Yeah but…” Liam tried but she cut him off by making a reference to the years he wasn’t able to protect her. Where she had to take care of herself. The mood in the room changed drastically at least on Liam’s end of things. His anger became worry and guilt. He did leave her behind. And for that many years she was indeed able to take care of herself. I mean look at her. When he had met her at the docks, she was untouched. She looked healthy, strong, powerful. A woman who clearly didn’t need a man to take care of her. But still, Liam always fell into that role with his family…or the people he loved.
Liam sighed grabbing the alcohol that Holden had put on the counter. With the cloth still in his hand, he opened the container and poured a fair amount of the liquid onto the cloth. Setting the bottle on the counter, he stepped closer to Ana. ”I’m angry because you could have seriously gotten hurt out there. This wound?” Liam lifted his hand dabbing her cheek slightly with the alcohol cloth. ”It could have really been worse. You could have died.” When he was satisfied with the cleaning job he was doing with her cheek, he set the cloth back on the counter next to the alcohol. ”We don’t heal like them, Ana. We are only human.” He said softly moving his eyes down her side much closer to her now than before. ”May I?” he asked looking back into her eyes hoping she would let him see the skin beneath her shirt. The damage to her side could equally be just as horrific as her cheek and could possibly be internal bleeding. ”If you doubled over that easily, it could be something serious. Let me make sure you are okay.” |
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Post by anastasia vatican on Dec 9, 2012 18:25:48 GMT -5
ana could tell instantly that she had hurt him in some way with her statement about him not being there for her for the last ten years. he felt guilt for leaving her behind. she knew that, she had known that for some time. it was merely a childish way of getting back at him, throwing that in his face. but she was strong, she knew she was. she didn't like having babysitters at every corner of her life. back home it was her dad and here it was liam. she was never free to just be herself and make decisions. even if the decisions were wrong, she needed to learn on her own. she wasn't the baby or the child that people tried to pretend she was anymore. maybe she wasn't a complete grown up and maybe she did make mistakes still but they were her mistakes to make. if she lived her entire life protected from everything then she would just be a naive waste of space.
she winced a little as he rubbed her cheek with the cloth and alcohol, but let him do it. she listened to what he was saying to her. that he was worried not because of what had happened but because of what could have happened. she supposed that that made sense. "I am dying each day. Getting closer and closer to death. It is inevitable. I need to live my life and make my own mistakes. How am I supposed to learn to live when I have people bearing down on me from all sides?" her voice was more even now, she was trying to be civil. she appreciated that he cared for her, she really did. she wouldn't trade his friendship for anything, but he needed to let her be her.
she took a small, shaky breath as his eyes met hers. he was maybe four inches away from her. he was intimately close. she could feel the warmth bouncing off his body, feel his breath when he spoke. she cast her eyes down to where his hand was reaching towards her. he wanted to see the place where her other wound was located. she felt a blush color her cheeks and kept her face down turned to keep liam from seeing it. why was she blushing when it came to liam anyway? was there something there that she wasn't willing to admit to herself or him quite yet? her hand was starting to shake as she nodded and lifted it up to her shirt. she was undid the buttons one by one and pulled her overshirt off. she was still wearing a tank top underneath that formed to the curves of her torso.
she was starting to feel strange, sort of dizzy and disoriented. but her mind was so busy dealing with everything else that she didn't really register it as something off. she grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up so that her entire abdomen was exposed but leaving her bra covered. she was still modest with him despite knowing him her whole life. the left side of her ribcage was an interesting color of purple mixed with red and some blue. you could see exactly which rib was cracked because the bruise was centered around it, but extended pretty far on either side as well. one cracked rib and probably some bruised ones. "Don't freak out" she warned quietly. her tank top stayed up by itself since it was stretchy and tight and she lowered her hand back to her side. she was starting to feel nauseous and finally her mind registered what was happening. her eyes flickered to the clock and she cussed under her breath. it was thirty minutes past the time she was supposed to take her medication. she slowly reached out for the counter beside and looked back up into liam's eyes. in a very calm voice she said "Liam, I need you to grab the pill bottle out of my purse. It is sitting next to the stairs. Take one pill out of it and bring it to me with some water please. Now, I am giving you a warning here. I missed my medication which means I am going to have a seizure. I can feel it coming. There isn't anything I can do about it right now, but once it stops make sure I take that pill." her face remained even and she lowered herself towards the floor slowly. she got to the floor and started to shake worse. despite the pain it caused her rib she curled up into the fetal position and hugged her knees close to her chest. the shaking progressed pretty quickly and her death grip on her legs was the only thing keeping her from flailing all over the kitchen. her breaths came ragged and broken as the seizure took hold of her.
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Post by mooshi on Dec 13, 2012 12:03:09 GMT -5
Liam watched as Ana’s eyes moved away from his and her head dropped to look down at her side. Was he making her uncomfortable? He contemplated stepping back a bit, but he honestly didn’t want to. The slight thought of lifting her chin at this moment and kissing her flashed through his mind. WHAT!? Liam focus! That was enough to encourage him to half step back from her, and it wasn’t that obvious because she could have easily thought it was him moving away so that she could unbutton her shirt which she was doing on cue now.
Once her over-shirt was off, he watched as Ana slowly lifted the form fitting tank top upwards revealing a bluish purple and red bruise scaling down her side. He listened as Ana told him not to freak out, but who wouldn’t freak out when they saw something like that? ”Hmm, I’m thinking we should go to the ER to make sure you don’t have a concussion too if you think this isn’t serious enough to freak out about.” He said sarcastically. It was a serious injury, but it wasn’t internal bleeding. If it was internal bleeding, the sight of issue would be in the chest region where she had been showing him which would cause multiple symptoms that she was not showing. It had to be a few cracked ribs, a few bruised ribs, or both which were all reason enough to take Ana to the hospital to get things looked over. Liam didn’t even want to touch the affected area. It didn’t look pleasant, and he knew it would cause her even more pain by messing with it. Idiot! He thought as he remembered minutes before when he shoved the area.
”We need to at least make sure everything is alright. The hospital is right down the way. I’ll grab your….” Before Liam could finish his sentence, he heard Ana curse as her eyes flickered to the round clock on the wall. She reached out to the counter for support, and when that had happened, he swallowed hard. Had he underestimated the severity of her chest wound? Was it indeed internal bleeding? ”Ana, are you nauseous? Lightheaded? What about drowsy?” He reached out for her. If it was internal bleeding, he’d have to act fast. Internal bleeding could last up to 20 minutes before the person was dead. He was beginning to panic, but then Ana looked at him and spoke in a rather calm voice about what was really going on. Liam stared at her now himself trying to match the calm persona she was giving off. It was hard though. It always had been. Back in England, when Ana would have her seizures, it would scare him, not because of the thrashing and awkward movements that would take place, but the fact that she was in pain and there was nothing he could do to help her get through it. Maybe that was why Liam was always protective of her….because he knew that if she was out there fighting off creatures of the night, they wouldn’t care at all if she doubled over and seized. They would use it to their advantage and rip her apart. But unlike those times in England, he didn’t have Ana’s mom or dad to take care her while he sat back and watched in horror. It was all him this time, and he really wasn’t sure what to do. If he was with her while slaying and this happened, he’d just fend off the beasts attacking her and that would be that. But actually tending to her when she seized was something he was very unfamiliar with. So, for the first time in practically his whole life, he sat back and listened to Ana as SHE told HIM what he was going to do.
Once she finished her command, he hesitated as he watched her curl into a ball which he knew had to hurt her side more than anything. Liam nodded finally and headed to the stairs quickly pulling the insides out trying to find the damn pill bottle. Of course, it was buried at the bottom. Once he had the bottle in his hand, he dropped her bag and headed back towards her. When he reached her, she was doing a pretty good job of staying in the fetal position. Was that the least painful for her? He figured it probably wouldn’t be the worst because of all the muscle tension she was accumulating. But Liam said nothing about it as he dropped down next to her setting the bottle aside. Should he hold her? Should he cushion her? What should he do? He’d never felt helpless in his entire life until this moment right here. ”Ana, I’m right here. What can I do?” He was sure she wouldn’t even be able to respond to him, so he did what he thought would be helpful. He moved closer to her lifting her upper body into his lap to hold onto her. He hated this. He hated seeing her like this. With his large embrace wrapped around her convulsing body, he waited for the agony to pass. |
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Post by anastasia vatican on Dec 15, 2012 1:38:26 GMT -5
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