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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on May 28, 2019 21:25:34 GMT 1
May 31st
Maybe I'm reading too much into things, but ever since Cora summoned me that night, I haven't been able to shake the feeling that Lea brought me here for two reasons. One, to make sure I was safe and alive, because her friends could've easily killed me after she drugged me, and secondly to make sure that I'd have a safe place to bring her daughter should the need arise. I know I'm not her mother, but I can't help but want to keep the girl safe and alive. The fact that, despite our differences, Lea gave her my feather instead of her own makes me think she knew I would keep the girl safe. We've always had a complicated relationship, but when I learned Cora got my feather around the same time I arrived here, I can't help but think we can still trust each other. She certainly trusted me to save her daughter, so maybe I should just assume she placed me here to keep me safe as well.
Speaking of Cora. I still don't know what to make of the girl, or how to be what she needs right now. All I know is that she deserves better than what Lea and I had growing up, so unless she specifically asks to learn how to fight, I'm only going to teach her how to move silently, ways to improve her balance and flight. If she's still with me in a few years, I'll have to teach her how to defend herself, but for now she is just a child. She might've had more of a childhood than either of us ever did, but she still deserves a few more years to just be herself and try to figure things out.
It's kind of adorable really, she reminds me so much of Lea when she was little. So easily distracted, just wanting to play. Must be because the hellhound in her is still just a puppy. I've never been much for record keeping or journaling, but I figured if I'm going to help my sister raise her kid, she might appreciate the journey we're on together rather than just learning the end result.
We haven't made much progress on flying yet, but I fear that is partially my own fault. She's keeping me updated on how she's settling into her classes as well as her new friends, and so far she seems happy here. It makes me think it was the right choice to bring her here. Though considering my only other options were bringing her to a couple of vampires half a world away or leaving her on her own, it wasn't really much of a choice. She's not ready to be on her own, and while I hope she'll never have to be all alone in the world, I hope this place will be able to teach her all about how to control her powers so she'll be able to get by on her own from time to time when she comes of age. That said though, I really hope they're able to find a way for her to always remain free. I don't think she was made for the life Lea and I have lived, but I'm starting to think maybe that'd not such a bad thing. It's mostly a lonely life after all.
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Sept 1, 2019 21:59:17 GMT 1
September 1st
Cora asked me the other day who 'Wesley' was. She wanted to know who her mother had named her after aside from her grandmother. I figured she'd know other Wesleys, but apparently my sister told the girl to ask me about it if she ever met me. I mean, I'm kinda flattered, but it was a little awkward to tell Cora about the golem I once loved. Of course, I omitted a few details of that story when I told her, but it got me thinking I should probably write it down anyway, for when she's older. You know, in case she figures out it was a lot I left out, maybe she'll understand why.
Shortly after the war, so late 40s, early 50s at the most, I was working my first job for Jimmy. I had worked for him on one or two occasions in the past as a freelancer before ever meeting the man, having stumbled across a mercenary decades earlier with the right connections. A middleman to Jimmy had been referred to me as someone who might provide a steady supply of jobs. The leprechaun never met potential new hires himself until after they'd worked a few jobs.
My first real job for the man, after having met him, was a wealthy business man that liked his women on the younger side. I was only told he needed eliminating for business purposes, but after following him for a week to find the right place for an "accident" revealed his secret to me. That made the job easy to complete. I told Jimmy after ward that he'd lucked out with that one. If I was to continue to work exclusively for him, I needed to be able to pick my own contracts. After all, I'm not a cold-blooded killer, I have a purpose and reason to exist. I just wanted to get paid for it. Thankfully, it wasn't a problem.
From that point, the job was all I had. I'd go from one to the other, occasionally taking on some unpaid work to satisfy the fury in me, and didn't mind if the jobs were kill, steal or beat-up. Guess I was a bit too much of a workaholic back then, because one day he sent someone else after the same target.
I first met Wesley in a supernatural bar. I was there to poison a target and he purposefully made my blade miss the target and hit the wall instead. Of course, I didn't know he was after the same target at the time. He didn't get a chance that night, however, as I was chewing him out for messing things up for me and our mark got away. I honestly can't remember whether I pushed him down some stairs in the end or Wes shot him. Our first few run-ins usually ended up with some sort of fight between us or a competition to see who could get the mark first. In the chaos of all that, he shot me on one of our jobs. I still wake up some nights with an achy shoulder from where he got me.
After that, we started planning out shared jobs a little better to avoid friendly fire. Didn't matter who got the mark, as long as we split everything down the middle. Because sometimes jobs really did require both of us and we had different skillsets. I don't know how we first ended up in that shitty motel, but since we both knew the other was always heavily armed, disarming in front of each other while undressing became part of our foreplay. Along with a little hand to hand combat in a small space. In the beginning, the disarming was about building trust, the fighting about working off any lingering distrust and it just became a ritual until we learned to fully trust each other. Motel included.
Neither one of us had really loved anyone before, nor did we really think we were capable of it. Both of us had lived a life of violence after all. I was bred for it, Wes was literally made for it. After a few years of working together and hooking up, we started spending time at his place between jobs and settled into a nice routine of going for drinks, pranking each other and just making the most out of every day. We never knew which one would be our last after all. It was probably more exciting because we knew we had to keep the romance of it all a secret.
Despite the heartache leaving him caused, for both of us, I wouldn't change anything leading up to it even if I could. We had nearly 30 years together and he was literally the only guy I ever introduced my sister to. Maybe because aside from my husband, he's the only person I'd spent more than a week with up until then. I learned so much from Wes, even if we've both moved on since then, I've got a feeling it'd be a struggle if it came down to him or me. Just because I don't love him anymore, doesn't mean I'm not fond of him or have fond memories of him.
Anyway, I'm getting lost in reminiscing. I told Cora we worked together and fell in love, but that we ultimately parted ways over a friend of mine. I didn't have the heart to tell her that I didn't think Wes would understand why I saved Evan from his contract by relocating him and turning him into a vampire. Since Jimmy was quick to pick up on the sort of jobs I preferred, it was never an issue until I accidentally stumbled across the contact on the innocent man, so I never really told him how strongly I felt about kills needing to be justified.
I guess Lea understood how much learning that I could actually love someone meant to me and how much the man who helped me see that meant to me and that's why she named the girl Wesley. To remind me that sometimes it's ok to love someone. Wish she could see me now though, despite being put here I found a way to be happy again. I found someone I really want to last longer than a few weeks with, that can look after himself so I don't have to, and that seems to understand me. In hindsight, dropping me off here really was the best thing she could've done because I needed to be reminded that it's ok to need someone.
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