Mag-log inRhiannon
I held my cup of tea in my hands as I zoned out while staring at the triple moon tea infuser that was hanging on the side of the homemade brown cup, my thoughts racing through my mind the entire time. "That's had plenty of time to steep. You best drink it before it gets cold," Gram instructed as she continued to wash the dishes in the sink. "You know I'm more of a coffee person," I replied as I removed the mesh ball from the dark tan water, placing it on the empty brown saucer that matched the cup. Gram sighed and shook her head, "How many times must I tell you that coffee won't help you relax? How about you fill me in on how life has been?" I took a long sip of tea, swallowing the bland warm beverage that had a faint lavender scent before I answered, "Oh, you know. SSDD. Everyone looks at me like I just walked off of a wooded ship, loaded with lice and leprosy. I'm graduating with honors but it's not like that matters to anyone. Catherine is still completely insufferable ....." "What about college?" Gram asked as she turned around to lean back against the counter while she dried her hands on a towel. "I was accepted to every one that I applied to," I smiled before finishing my cup of tea, which Gram then immediately brought me another. I had to admit, it had a slightly funky aftertaste, but it sure did help to ease the tension in my mind and body. "That's wonderful, Rhi!" Gram said as she picked up my empty cup, but before taking it to the sink she laid a hand on top of my forearm, "And what about your anxiety?" I looked down at her hand that was resting on top of my scars. Gram was the only person I willingly talked to about my issues. There were many times I wished I could simply call her to talk about things, but she never had phone lines put in, and wasn't savvy enough with technology to get a cell phone. I finally turned to look up into her gray eyes, "It's not as bad as it once was. The only things that seem to keep me grounded are spinning my ring and the scent of this place." Gram tilted her head to the side as a confused expression formed on her face. I couldn't help but smile as I played with the tea infuser, "The smell of your herb garden seems to come to me when I need it the most, specifically lavender and lemon thyme. It's like, I don't know, the wind just blows it to me when I need it." Gram simply patted my arm before quietly walking to the sink. "Hey, Gram ..... I got to thinking about what you said earlier, and I think you might be right," I calmly said as I removed the infuser from my second cup of tea before taking a few large sips. "Oh?" Gram's voice had a questioning tone as she prepared another cup of tea, even though I didn't ask for a third. "Yeah. It probably was a husky, or maybe a mix. Either way .... trees blocked out a lot of sunlight so the woods were on the darker side, I had been riding all morning so I was a little drained, and I do have a lot on my mind right now. I just, I don't know, I need to go talk to whatever neighbor owns it and apologize for shooting their dog despite the ...." "YOU WHAT?!" Gram uncharacteristically yelled out as she spun around to face me with wide eyes. I immediately became defensive, not understanding what the big deal was, "Gram! It was stalking us! I'm not going to let a wolf .... dog .... ANYTHING attack my horse!" "Oh, this is bad. I can't believe that Kaj and Delilah aren't over here knocking on my door. This is so bad ...." Gram mumbled to herself as she placed the warm cup of tea in front of me. I quickly finished the tea that I still had, yawning as I handed the empty cup to Gram. The stress from the day must really be getting to me ...... "Who?" "Huh? Oh, Kaj and Delilah Salvatore. They're, the ..... neighbors ....." Gram trailed off as she walked away. "The ones who own the wolf?" I asked with a raised brow as I watched Gram go back to the kitchen while I drank my tea. There were way too many red flags about this entire topic. "Owners? Kind of ...." Gram's body suddenly stiffened as she stared out the window above the sink, knowing she just fucked up. "So I was right! It was a wolf!" I yelled as I stood up a little too quickly, creating a horrible vertigo sensation. "Well, yes. Rhi, is his body still in the woods?" I closed my eyes as the wooden walls started to spin, hoping that doing so would make the sensation go away, "Body? No .... no body. It was a rubber ..... a rubber bullet ...." "Ok. That's good. Rhi, we have a lot of things to discuss, but I think you need to go lie down first ....." I rested my hands on top of the table to steady my swaying body, not understanding why the vertigo was holding onto me the way it was. "I'm ...... not ..... " I opened my eyes, trying to force them to focus on the cup of tea that sat on the table, but it wouldn't hold still ..... tea ..... the tea! My eyes went wide and I whipped my head towards where Gram was standing, making the dizziness even worse than it was, "You bit ......" my eyes closed as my body became heavy. The last thing I remembered was a tingling feeling across my body before the darkness finally consumed me.Cordelia I walked out of the old brick building where The Newberry Review has been located since it started in the eighteen-nineties and began walking towards the community parking garage with my briefcase tucked under my arm. I had a list of places I needed to go and people that I had to talk to for my assignments, as well as a list of my own. Working for Jacqueline Newberry wasn't bad, but it was still the media, and they all had their own ways of overdramatizing everything to get attention. I completely understood why Harlee didn't want to have anything to do with this scene anymore, and decided to take a more relaxing route. The only real perk for me was that I could do my own research while getting paid to do theirs. I never even considered working for a newspaper when I was first fired, but Allen did a really great job of making sure that no other station would hire me. If only they knew what a lying cum stain he was. The sound of fire sirens going off made me come to a
Harlee As the days go by, the world seems to get a little bit uglier, a little darker, a little crazier. People are progressively increasing their hatred and judgment of one another, and for the dumbest and most pathetic shit. All it takes is for someone to look or act just a little different, to dare to cross the line of social expectations, and then someone else gives them a disapproving glance and all hell breaks loose. As always, the media isn't helping. They're making things look so much worse than what they really are, which adds fuel to the fire of negativity among everyone. Cordelia had a hard time finding another job at a TV station, so she took a different route and applied to one of the local newspapers that were looking for a new journalist. Although the longevity of her new job is uncertain, she appears to enjoy conducting the research. Especially anything regarding the supernatural, as she's still determined to disprove their existence despite everything. Meanw
Cordelia The three of us were sitting at my small kitchen table. Harlee was to my right, and Officer MacIntyre was sitting across from me. I tried not to stare at him during the awkward silence between us, the only sound being that of the coffee pot brewing. Harlee and I could have really used some alcohol, but we both figured we should at least hear him out before we started drinking the day away. Harlee started tapping her fingers on the table, clearly fed up that no one was discussing the pink elephant in the room. "So, are you going to tell us what you meant? Or are we just going to continue to sit here awkwardly?" Officer MacIntyre sighed as he took off his hat, dropped it in the center of the table, leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his knuckles across his jaw. "How about maybe we start with names? I'm Micah MacIntyre. My friends use my middle name, Lorne, to avoid all of the Ms. And you are ....." Harlee rolled her eyes. "I'm Harlee tell-me-what-the-fuck-is-going-o
Isabella No one ever warned Mia and I that coming back to the coven was essentially like taking on a full-time babysitting job. Scratch that, it's worse. And a little heads up before we got here would have been swell.Everyone here is at least a hundred years old, yet Mia and I still have to ensure they all abide by the code and that order is upheld. At their age, they should all know better. Should being the key word in that sentence.After our grandparents took their own lives and requested that Mia and I take over, Grandma's brother Xander, his wife Stephanie, and our parents did the best they could while Mia and I stayed at Gypsy Rain to raise Layla, Freya, and Falco .... but once we moved back, there were a lot of loose ends to take care of. And most importantly, respect to be earned. Mia and I simply didn't have the respect that those older than us had, and it didn't help who our mates were.The looks we received from the old school purists were infuriating. We knew they were d
Cordelia "I can't believe she actually talked me into this," I murmured to my reflection in the window of the building I had just exited. What was I thinking .... During breakfast, Harlee received a call for a job interview. I don't know how the hell that woman managed to get an interview mere hours after quitting the studio, but she did. And as soon as we were done with breakfast, she managed to convince me to get my hair colored while she was at, get this, the mortuary. I can't make this shit up. I kept staring at the bright colors. Maybe this is similar to what they call breakup hair .... only mine would be get fired from my shitty job hair. "Cordee!" Harlee's voice called my name from behind me, her face lighting up as soon as I turned around and she saw my hair. "Why do I fucking listen to you?!" I asked her as I pointed to my head. "Because it's beautiful!" she replied with a huge grin. I gave Harlee a deadpan look. "It's blue, green, and purple ....." Harlee
Cordelia As soon as I got home, I started another pot of coffee, then decided to take a long hot shower. I may not have been physically dirty, but once I stepped foot outside that building, the realization that I had actually allowed myself to be treated like nothing more than a pretty face for two years of my life just for money made me feel pretty disgusted with myself. It would have been different if that's what I wanted, but it wasn't. I wanted more. I finally got out when the water started to cool, dried off, wrapped the towel around my body, and stared at myself in the mirror, trying to figure out what my next move in life would be. I've always been good at adjusting to things, no matter what happened. As if that shit job wasn't proof of that alone, I also grew up in the foster system. When I was just a baby, I was taken away from my drug-addicted mother, and no one knew who my father was. Since I didn't have any actual family members to take me in, and no one wanted to
Rieka It can't be ..... I looked over to see Timophy leaning against a tree with a smug look on his face. He didn't look dead, just .... cold. His brown hair was now slicked back, and his brown eyes were so dark that they were almost back. How is this possible .... "Yeah, I know what you're t
Maeve I was on my way to hang out with the others in the living room when my mom asked me to go to the meeting room. At first, I thought I would be blamed for what happened on the training field this morning, but then I was sworn to secrecy and I knew something else was going on. "The dreams st
Rieka Jackie, Sylvia, and I were all sitting in the soundproof office with the door locked so that no one would bother us. I felt bad keeping things from the others, but how could I explain to them what was going on if I didn't fully understand it myself? "You've actually brought water into yo
Rieka I found myself in a dark, quiet void. The only sound I heard was Maeve breathing, and if it weren't for that, I would have sworn that I was alone. Even my wolf was quiet. Muffled voices could be heard in the distance, starting as a faint whisper, slowly growing louder. "Aunt Rhi?" Mae







