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 Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 12:02 pm
It was true Meredith owed Ceon a lot but due to circumstances at the time things had not worked out for them. She'd had eyes for Veroen alone and the fact Ceon had reacted so violently with his uncontrolled temper had only served to push her farther away. In the time that Veroen had left her, however, the two had been able to reconcile to a degree and be civil with one another: even call each other friends. As for being anything more than that, Meredith had gone through far too much heart break to willingly put her heart on the line any longer. Even if she did have feelings for Ceon she would keep her walls up to prevent herself from acting on them. Him becoming the new lycan alpha only served to erect yet another barrier that would likely doom any chances of them being together.
The immense pain from the discovery that Veroen had left yet again all those years ago was a wound that had sealed, however, it hadn't fully healed. Proof of that fact was that the mere scent of him was enough to rip the wound savagely open again as if it had never healed to begin with. It was crippling and it was very much a contributing factor to the solemn attitude she'd adopted with Ceon. Trust was simply something she could no longer issue freely, she'd had her heart torn far too many times to be that naive any longer.
Grow, adapt, learn and survive: it was the motto she lived by now. No where in it included the room to love again because all love had taught her was immense pain and sorrow, had rendered her crippled and weak. It was why she'd forced herself to move past all of that and the reason she was as closed off as she was now. Ceon, however, had managed to penetrate her wall briefly with his thoughtful, reassuring words.
When he went further to say he was afraid of losing her in such a vulnerable way she couldn't help but be warmed by the raw sentiment emanating from it. She did not want to lose him either, he was pretty much all she had at this point. The embrace was one she welcomed, closing her eyes and sighing, pretending she was in a different place and was a different person that things would actually work out for. No such luck. After admitting to not wanting to lose her he gave her an unexpected kiss on the forehead that fired her cheeks up and took off.
She sighed to herself and did a once over of the now empty hotel room before rising from the bed to make her own leave of the place. Something told the lycan hunter leader Ceon didn't quite realize the dead-on accuracy of his statement. She was a hunter, if there was anything she did well it was tracking someone down. With her enhanced senses since becoming a lycan it had just proved to make her that much more efficient at what she did for her living. Being good at tracking people was the whole reason she'd wound up in New York in the first place: she'd been following the faint, scarce foot prints of her brother. And she'd found him. Now he had disappeared from her life yet again and she was left by herself to oversee the hunters organization.
Part of her was tempted to execute her skills in tracking to return to Las Noches to see if the scent she'd thought was Veroen's had actually been his. She'd lost consciousness before she'd been able to acquire any form of confirmation other than his scent. However, that would be irresponsible and selfish of her at this point. Like Ceon, there were things she needed to do and to go searching for someone who'd abandoned her and had likely chosen to forget who she was wasn't included in her list of duties. She had far more important matters to attend to than her own selfish whims.
She was just preparing to phone Hunter, who'd since taken up being a hunter again though it was an administrative role, her phone rang. With a tiny smirk she answered the phone, "Hey now! I'm supposed to be the psychic one, not you! How'd you know I was about to give you a ring?"
The voice on the other end chuckled and exchanged pleasantries with Edith but was just as quick to get down to business. "Good to hear you're alive and well, Meredith, your signal's been untraceable the past day or so until this morning: what happened? Also: there's a man from a British hunter division, interesting fellow, who was wandering around asking about the New York hunter division. Figured as the leader you might want to meet him and give him the low down of how we operate around here."
A new recruit, she wasn't sure at this point whether it would prove to be a blessing in disguise or a thorn in her side. However, there was only one way to find out. "Right. Give him my number so he can contact me and arrange a place to meet me. Also: do you think you'd be able to do me a favor and start pulling up all the hunter reports that have been filed within the past two weeks? The vampires had a safehouse that was bombed two weeks ago and the first I heard of it was last night. I'll give you details later but for now do you think you could do that for me?"
"For sure, Yoshiro and Cookie will likely be glad to help out as well: Haven's been pretty low key lately."
"Thanks, Hunter, I owe you. I'll hopefully be back to help all of you file through reports once I'm finished doing a few 'chores', the first of which will be meeting this British dude. Later."
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 11:32 am
A round lump stirred beneath the silky sheets of the luxurious plush bed. Felicia groaned almost miserably. She'd been asleep for an astronomical amount of time. The blood did her some good in allowing her much needed deep slumber.
She stuck one hand out into the air and groped the nightstand for her cell, then pulled it back inside with her. She groaned again at the odd hour, knowing she had more urgent matters at hand. I can sleep when I'm dead... She snickered and uncovered her whole body.
The room was dimly lit, but even that was too much for her hypersensitive eyes. She rubbed them furiously and staggered to the bathroom without flicking on a single switch.
"Oh gods..." She pulled her bottom lids away from her eyes. Purple rings bruised them. "I look like fresh hell." She grumbled and began her ritual that allowed her to participate in the outside world.
On the checklist for today: she needed a drink. More importantly, though, she needed a damn apartment. After all, she needed a real place to stay. Because she planned to stay. Why? She didn't know other than by compulsion. She also needed to network; there was a certain possibility that the vampire coven wouldn't appreciate an outsider - though originally a native - who chose to remain incognito. This made her nervous. She checked her phone again.
"I need a drink..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 17, 2013 8:17 pm
After half an hour of primping, Felicia looked almost human again. Almost. She was dressed intelligently for the street. Her cropped black leather jacket and dark-washed skinny jeans tucked inside studded ankle boots suggested she was tougher than she appeared and would not be heckled, but her form fitting silver camisole also gave her a feminine and fashionable finish.
A light white mist billowed from the bathroom as she rounded out her stacked haircut with a thin layer of hairspray. Her eyes were lined and her lips looked fuller and healthier than the prior evening.
Then she sighed. Something told her this house hunt would be more trouble than it's worth. After gathering the room key and necessary identification and monetary means, she glanced at the crumpled shred she collected last night at the club. Then she eyed her phone. If she got in a jam, mystery man could be really helpful with this search...that is, if he's feeling as generous now. Thoughtfully, she pocketed both together and hurried out.
[[Exit to Apartments]]
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