Now, to see if I can figure out this damn Tumblr, I’ll be great. ~sneers~
And here we are, yet again. Second time. Abby, down the toilet, because of personal shit.
I’m writing this as a Thanks, and as a Bye.
Thanks: Everyone that flooded my DMs when I tweeted my last tweet. Portia, Matt Crenshaw, Gabe, BadAssHallow. You guys are gold and I hope you follow me onto my next endeavor.
Bye: Jake. I tried. Hard as I could. Wasn’t good enough. That about says it.
You will see some changes in my personality as I throw myself into Pam. She’s a bitch, she’s brutally honest, and I LOVE playing Pam.
I loved playing Abby, but now I’ve had my heart ripped out twice. No room for a third strike. I’m not worried about upsetting anyone anymore. I’ve been upset plenty in the last year and no one seems to walk on eggshells around me.
So, welcome to Pam. Witty remarks, no punches pulled, and wanting to have some fun.
Looking for a Ginger, to bounce ideas off of. Yes this will eventually be a mated relationship. No I’m not swinging my vine the other way, LOL, just intereted in something different. Something completly new.
Something that is nowhere near werewolves, shifters, magic, or anything close to my old “life”.
If you’d like to play my Ginger, please DM me. I will keep indentities confidential. Or if you’re a guy that thinks he can handle Pam? Well. Step right up.
See you next week.
~Leaving Paris ~ @WereDavidWilson ~
~~ Dave and I boarded our plane, bound for Ireland. I had to talk to Jake, and this was going to be incredibly hard. As we sat in our seats I scrolled back through the pictures in my phone I’d taken from Notre Dame Bassilica the day before.
There was so much history to wrap up with Jake, and so much that needed to begin with Dave. I crossed my legs, leaning into Dave as the plane began to move. Turning my phone off after texting Jake, to let him know we’d be there in a few hours, I thought about all we had to say.
This would not be easy.
~Paris and @WereDavidWilson ~
Just two days with Dave and I was beginning to forget it all. Nothing to worry about, nothing to pull us away, or force us to do this or that. Just us. Exactly what we needed. I took pictures like an idiot, and we had dinner looking at the Eiffel Tower. It was beyond what I thought I’d ever get to see, and Dave was a different person away from…everything. Gentle and sweet like normal, but not afraid to be affectionate.
I was falling deeply over him, and it didn’t even scare me. I wanted to.
This felt incredible. And the best part, neither of us brought up Jake. Just like he asked.
Maybe I could get away from him.
I read over the ritual one more time, eyeing David’s sleeping form warily. I wasn’t sure which was worse, what I would have to do to permanently separate myself from Jake, or the ritual itself. It was deep into voodoo and I wasn’t even sure I could do it. But I knew, Dave would be very wary of this.
I saved it to the desktop and went back to lay down with him. This trip was nowhere near the relaxing fun we’d wanted. It was hard on him, and hard on me, too, though the true extent of the stress and pressure I was feeling I was trying to keep from him as much as possible.
He hated how connected I still was to Jake, and I wondered if that was jealousy, or a slight hatred for him, seeing what lengths I went to to repair the damage to myself after him. Not that any damage was his fault, I never said that, but he hated how I seemed to still be intertwined with Jake.
I laid down at his side, into the space under his arm. I love the way that ad soon as he felt me there, even in his sleep he pulled me into him. Like I had been a missing piece, and I was back where I belonged.
I was quickly becoming dependent on his, for several things, most of them emotional, but David had been able to fill one very physical, carnal need, and fill it well. but what I loved most about Dave was his ability to get me to open up, to give all of myself, not hide anything, I had thought that I didn’t have anything left. But I did. And it was his. Every piece I had that he wanted. I loved him. And back in bed with him, I let myself fall asleep pulled into his side, my head on his chest, a warm, firm, beating pillow.
I felt warm and safe as always in David’s arms and I drifted easily to sleep. I was back, nearly instantly, in the monastery with Clarisse DelMonde.
She smiled at me, like we were best friends.
“What now? Damnnnn!” I wailed. I’m so damn tired of this swamp woman and her creepy ass voodoo magic.
“You are most ungrateful, Abby Mason.”
“I’m tired, Miss DelMonde. Whatcha got to show me today?”
She politely gestured to the pedestal i’d discovered with Dave and Jake, only there was a beautiful golden chalice sitting there.
She smiled and gestured for me to stand back, while four ravenous vampires stole into the chamber holding the chalice’s. I’d noticed it was dark, but only now. They discussed amongst themselves for a second and grabbed the chalice, and disappeared nearly as fast as they appeared. I heard one ask, “Do we have to save him? Can’t we take him now?”
The tallest vampire, dark haired and lean, slapped the subordinate across the face. “Don’t ask that again. You know what the plan is. Stay in your place and keep your mouth shut.”
I looked to Clarisse, curious. Were they talking about the rep?
She just shook her head. “Your choice is coming sweetheart. I had hoped you might go the other way. But I can see, even unbound to him, your love will prevent you from doing him harm. A pity.”
And she was gone, and I was back in Dave’s arms. He was fast asleep now, thankfully, and I kissed his closed lips. What had we gotten into? And…what was I going to do? What the hell was she talking about? My choice was coming soon?
Why couldn’t she just have left a damn manual?
Thinking that we better know exactly what we are all getting ourselves into, I thought I better look up this place we are all headed to while Tine is still sleeping.
*Opens up the laptop and sees that the Monastery is on the Greek Isles* Well I guess it could be worse, but why would vampires head there of all places. It’s not like that they can just walk into a church *Considers what was said last night* Yeah, it could be just that all the visitors to the island could be the attraction, maybe it’s just the thrill of killing those who believe in a God and not in their own brand of evil *shakes my head* How I hate those blood sucking vampires.
The other question, is why take this guy with them? Is it because he is a were, and they get some kind of satisfaction of having control over him *lets’s out a deep breath* Well we ain’t gonna find out the answer to that question until we find them
*looks again at the screen and flicks from page to page http://www.greeka.com/eastern_aegean/lesvos/lesvos-churches/lesvos-limonos-monastery.htm and http://www.lesvos.com/index.html wondering how such a beautiful place could be the scene of something that we all saw last night*
We better get there, cause I don’t understand any of what is going on, but I mean to and soon