BeautifulNightmare

Falling Inside the Black [Touch of Insanity&&BeautifulNightmare]

No worries lovely. Life happens.

You Gotta Get Up and TRY(Nightmare and Heartless)

James hadn't fully expected the reaction that he had received Amelia. Where was the sweet girl from college? The one who would do anything to make him smile, or to keep things going between them. Where was she now? Apparently no where to be found. Now she was a take no nonsense sort of girl who seemed almost cold, except for when she was around her daughter. THEIR daughter, he had to remind himself. Still, there was barely anything reminiscent of the old her now, aside from her looks.

Still, suddenly he found his blood boiling. He couldn't believe that she would keep a child from their father, even if he had been a dick, but he also hadn't known. It was his fault mainly, he knew, but she could have come by with the child too. She of all people should have known that he was more of an in person dealings guy anyway. Leaving voicemails, that he never listened to, and telling him in person... things now could have been different. He allowed himself to regain his composure before he exploded. "I get it, I am a dick, blah blah blah. But if I am her father, I don't want to leave her high and dry." His voice was beginning to trail off, butthe words, like my father did, came through.

He brought his hand through his hair, sitting on the table. He let out a groan. She was going to be difficult, he could feel it, and he knew this wasn't going to be easy. Why was it, in one day his life got flipped all sorts of upside down?

*~*~*~*~*

Ryan loved how Daniel's arms felt around her and she nodded. "I hope so. And James better learn quick that Amelia is the most aggressive mother wolf I have ever met. She lets very few people into Lily's life, and I can't blame her. You were practically thrown into Ayden's." A soft chuckle escaped her lips, and she sighed, resting her head against his shoulder. She watched the children, and she looked to him.

"Lily and Ayden are having a playdate tomorrow, and I meant to invite you to come along, but with your brother and all, I don't know if you'd be up for it." She said, and soon she heard a loud wail, and she sat up straighter before relaxing, seeing that Ayden was trying out a different roar.

"How's that one, Lily?" He asked, still chasing after her, though, more slowly than usual, roaring.

"He surely is a character." She said, looking to Daniel, "I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up the other day, and you want to know what he said?"

She paused, watching the children. "He said he wanted to be like you."

Never Let Me Go

The forest began to blend together around her, the dark hues making her strain her eyes in the night. This was it, she thought, I'm dead. Her mother and father were already burning at the stake for their charges of practicing witchcraft, and now they were chasing her. Just 24 years old, and having just recently survived the ritual to make her immortal, Ophelia was far from ready to die. There was still so much she had to do, that she had to prove. She could curse the Salem witches for this.

"There she is!" One of the men with torches yelled. They were witch hunters... The first supernatural hunter she had ever come across. Still, she kept running, trying to find her way to a safe haven, but her prayers were short lived as she came to a cliff, overhanging some jagged rocks. This wasn't good. She was still weak from beinng between the realms of living and dead, and now she was stuck. She couldn't die, not now.

Come now, Ophelia, we both know how you are going to survive this. the sickly, sweet voice crooned in her head. Let me take over. Let me protect you.

"No," she whispered, her fingers lacing into her hair.

"Ophelia Lockhart," the lead hunter spoke, looking to her, but his voice was soon drowned out by her own mind. Her eyes, normally bright and unique, were turning black, with black tears falling down her face.

"Get away from me!" She shrieked, her voice taking on an almost inhumanly dark overtone. Her hand flew up and a strong gust of wind pushed the group of hunters back. She stood, her eyes still black, as she cackled. "Now," she began, the dark overtone completely overthrowing what little light there was within her, "You have all been found guilty of murder."

She brought her hand up, a ball of fire dancing above her palm. "You have been sentenced to death by fire." And with that, she tossed the fireball and watched it disperse, catching each of the disgruntled hunters on fire, and she watched them burn. She calmed, when they were dead, and soon she took back over, and she dropped to her knees, crying the same black tears.

She couldn't be sure how long she had been there, but soon another group of hunters came, but this time a lone figure saved her. A vampire. It was odd to her, and she could feel her eyes turning black again, the black tears running down her face. "You should leave," she warned. "I can't... I can't control it."

When it was apparent he wasn't going to leave, she could feel her inner darkness subside, but she remained on the ground. She looked up to him, and she said. "I am Ophelia Lockhart, and I know I owe you one, so please... you can have my services, just be warned, I am not ever fully in control."

He gave her his name after that, and it was a name that stuck with her. Liam.

Her eyes began to open slowly, the fire finally dying out, as she mumbled. "Liam..." her voice was hoarse, and soon she shot up. That dream wasn't something she need, and she touched her face, feeling the dampness of her tears, and she looked around. At first everything was blurry, but things began to come into focus, slowly. She was still in that alleyway, and there were dead guards around her, blood covering the snow, and finally her eyes saw their assailant. Her heart jumped, and she stood, slowly. Her body was sore, and parts of her still numb from the tranquilizer, but she managed to get herself up.

"Thank you." She said, but something felt off. She could see her necklace, clear as day around his neck, but his eyes were different. They were cold, like they were when she first met him. This was Liam before her, but at once, he wasn't either.

She dusted herself off. "So much has changed..." she trailed off, and her eyes looked at him. "Do you... do you know who I am?" She asked. Of course, he could just be messing with her, being still hurt and not wanting to welcome her back with open arms... but she could feel his indifference. It pained her. Having given so much to him, and now having almost nothing left off who she left behind looking at her.

Her control was weakening, but having bonded with the darkness made it a bit easier for her to handle, and she found herself unable to stand and dropped to her knees. What had happened in the fifty years she was gone?

The Road Less Traveled

Sam was utterly confused, to put it simply. Just a few days ago, Dean had come back, something Sam had been trying at for the last few months, among other things. But Dean was back, and here they were, at Bobby's just like nothing ever happened. But something had, and it was impossible for Sam to ignore. But today was different, and becoming distracted was actually quite easy. A blonde and brunette showed up at Bobby's door, without a call or anything. And Sam couldn't help but to be suspicious. How often did people just show up at Bobby's?

Not often. And Sam knew that much. Still, after his run in with the short, pretty blonde, he was having trouble placing who they could be until he walked into the kitchen, just before Dean, and he heard the conversation. Either they knew hunters, or they were hunters. Then Bobby introduced them, and the brunette rose a brow.

Rhiannon studied them. "Actually, I think I will have that drink." She said, placing her messenger bag on the table, and grabbing herself a beer, hitting it against the counter to get the cap off. "So, Sam and Dean Winchester? You are less than what I expected."

She took a sip of beer and looked back, "Rhiannon Lockhart is my name, but most people just call me Rhi
" she introduced herself before leaning up against the counter, and Sam rose a brow.

"You know of us?" He asked, and Rhiannon nodded.

"My father and I helped your dad with a demon problem, had to have been about ten years ago." She gave a sour look before taking another sip of her beer. "But, that was then, this is now."

Sam looked to Dean briefly as a silence fell over the room, and soon Bobby cleared his throat. "Rhiannon, what brings you and Anna here?"

Rhiannon nodded, "Right. Demons actually. I mean I am used to the few here and there, but there are tons ofthem piling out, and not to mention the oddities we ran into on our way here. Earthquakes that weren't earthquakes, and there was this psychic we heard went blind after a seance."

Sam looked to Bobby and Dean, "So, the two of you are hunters?"

Rhiannon nodded, "I am out of retirement, but far from stupid. Fucking polterguists." She mumbled. "Anna!" She yelled. "Hurry up! I was trapped in the truck too you know?!"

Sam shook his head. "Sisters?"

Bobby chuckled. "You could say that, but they are just friends. Travel a lot together, its been a very long time since I have seen either one."

Rhiannon sighed, "And I am sorry about that, but you know why I didn't come around."

Bobby nodded and Sam looked to Dean. "So, where were you coming from?"

"Florida." Rhiannon said, but after that she became quiet, sipping on her beer.

With that Sam looked to Dean. He didn't know what to think before, and this just made him more unsure..

The Road Less Traveled

I will reply after work today.

Pen Pals

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Beautiful Afflictions

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The Road Less Traveled

I will do more with Sam next post.

The Road Less Traveled

The trip had been long, Rhiannon knew that. The dark haired woman with tattoos on her upper arm knew that the trip to Sioux Falls would be long. But she and Anna were in search of information, and there was one person the Rhiannon knew would have the information they needed. Bobby Singer. Back before her hiatus from hunting, Rhiannon and her father would go to Bobby with their questions. She was 16 then, though, and the nightmares still followed her.

This time was no different, even sitting in the truck with Anna the nightmares came. Recently back on the hunt didn't help either, but she had gotten rid of the thing that killed her father, and now she and Anna were following leads. And as of lately, things were weird, and there were a hell of a lot more demons around than usual.

Still, Rhiannon had been so tired, that even her recurring nightmare wasn't about to keep her from sleep, though it was making it difficult. Her father's body, bloody and worn, staring at her, whispering to be safe. After a nearly ten year hiatus, to train and gather information, and she finally traced the polterguist and sent that thing to where it belonged. Still, her father's face haunted her.

She stirred awake and looked to Anna, the information finally sinking in. "Good. Hope he remembers." She said, stretching a bit in her seat, and she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a Coke and some Tylenol. She took a couple Tylenol to take the edge of her forming headache, and she made sure her bag was intact. She had quite a bit of cash, but she knew right now she didn't need it, and after a little longer I. The truck, she was glad they reached Bobby's. She got out of the truck and stretched, adjusting her plin black tee and jeans before she looked into her boots and saw the handles of her knives.

She walked up to the door and knocked, looking to Anna before a man with brunette hair and dark eyes answered, and Rhiannon looked to him. "Who are you?" He asked, and Rhiannon gave a look.

"I could ask you the same thing." She quipped, "Where is Bobby?"

The man looked the pair over before he brought his head back into the house. "Hey! Bobby! You have some company!" He called, and soon Rhiannon heard him coming.

"Who is it, Sam?" Bobby asked, but the man named Sam seemed to stand in the way. "Move you idjit."

When he moved, Rhiannon saw the older man, and then another man with shorter blond-brunette hair too. "Hey, Bobby. I know its been a while, but Anna and I could use your help. Figured we would drop by."

"No, you can't be..." Bobby said, looking the pair over. "Rhiannon Lockhart and Annabelle Danvers? Rhiannon, I thought you gave up hunting."

"Can't give up what is in your blood I guess. But can we come in?" She asked.

Before they could be answered, Rhiannon felt water splashed in her face, and she sent a look to the one she heard as Sam. She sighed. "Look, just because Bobby knows you doesn't mean I won't hurt you." She warned, and Bobby shot her a look before letting the girls inside. This would be interesting indeed.

"Now, Rhiannon, I didn't know you took on your father's temper." He commented, and she shrugged. "Either of you girls want a drink?"

"Nah, but who are these two?" Rhiannon asked, pointing to thr boys.

You Gotta Get Up and TRY(Nightmare and Heartless)

James felt sick. He watched Amelia take care of the bright eyed little girl, who was so innocent, and he saw her take hold of the little boy by the hand, and she ran outside with him. The silence that ensued was deafening, but with his brother in the room, James was not about to ask any questions. It wasn't until Danieland Ryan were out of the room that he finally swallowed the lump in his throat.

"So that is your daughter? She is about four right?" He asked her, knowing that this little chit chat wasn't going to go through pleasantly, and suddenly he felt so much like his own father that he didn't know how to react. The one person he never wanted to become, he was already becoming. And Amelia was being stoic, like his mother.

"Does that mean what iI think it does?" He asked, his voice almost a whisper. He was beginning to regret things, but he wasn't sure if he would regret this the same way tomorrow. But he felt terrible. He owed four years of child support, and he had a child. A CHILD. One that he was sure he should be a part of her life somehow. Someway. He had to be better than his own father.

"You know, if you need help, I can help you." He offered. At the moment, financially was all that came to mind because he knew that was the hardest for his own mother. This was a lot to take in... a lot.

*~*~*~*

Ryan was glad that Daniel towed her away, and when they sat outside to watch the children, she.looked to him. He asked her the question she was still unsure about, "I have a hunch that James is... " she stopped herself, looking to the children who were happily playing. "He may be Lily's father if I am stringing this together correctly." She said, and her eyes looked to the kids.

She hoped that Amelia wouldn't have to go through what she did. Custody battles, court dates, CPS visits. Her ex husband had made it difficult, but once he was thrown in jail on assult and reckless endangerment charges, she won sole custody of Ayden. He was her pride and joy, but Ryan never wished the pain she went through on anyone. It was how she met Daniel.

Her ex had taken off in the car with Ayden and crashed, and when Ryan got there, Ayden was crying and screaming for her. She called an ambulance, and her ex had hit her hard enough to crack her ribs. Daniel had been the ER tech for Ayden, who had broken his leg from the impact.

She looked to Daniel againn, "I could be wrong though."

She looked back to the playing children, and she saw Ayden happy, and her eyes softened. He hadn't been that happy when his father was around, so she was glad he was happy now.