As soon as she received the message that Renee was on her way over, Tasha loaded up all the LJ pages she had bookmarked. Conversations from before, and during, the time that Renee had been in hospital. Things that might have seemed trivial, even irrelevant at the time. But now...

Betrayal )
As soon as she received the message that Renee was on her way over, Tasha loaded up all the LJ pages she had bookmarked. Conversations from before, and during, the time that Renee had been in hospital. Things that might have seemed trivial, even irrelevant at the time. But now...

Betrayal )
They'd taken her clothes away until she agreed to play nice with the younger girls, no more threatening to stab them with pencil leads while they were writing their little letters. She'd only been playing, but they took everything way too seriously here. So until she could wrap one of the junior nurses back round her little finger, she'd be sporting this stylish whist sack of a gown.

It had been a pretty bland kind of week, until the news reached her that there was a new girl, somewhere near her age, somewhere down the hall. Attempted suicide but in denial about it and something unspecific about Gods. Interesting. Josephine turned over ideas of the girl for a couple of days, biding her time and listening to what (the disgustingly smitten) Damien had to say about her, but after a week she was just too bored to stay in her room.

She wandered down the hall at three one afternoon, ignoring the children littering the place, till she found the new girl's door. Folding her bare arms under her breasts, she leaned against the doorframe and smiled. "Hello Renee."

Circling )
They'd taken her clothes away until she agreed to play nice with the younger girls, no more threatening to stab them with pencil leads while they were writing their little letters. She'd only been playing, but they took everything way too seriously here. So until she could wrap one of the junior nurses back round her little finger, she'd be sporting this stylish whist sack of a gown.

It had been a pretty bland kind of week, until the news reached her that there was a new girl, somewhere near her age, somewhere down the hall. Attempted suicide but in denial about it and something unspecific about Gods. Interesting. Josephine turned over ideas of the girl for a couple of days, biding her time and listening to what (the disgustingly smitten) Damien had to say about her, but after a week she was just too bored to stay in her room.

She wandered down the hall at three one afternoon, ignoring the children littering the place, till she found the new girl's door. Folding her bare arms under her breasts, she leaned against the doorframe and smiled. "Hello Renee."

Circling )
When the text to say that Renee was awake came to her, Scarlett was asleep in Marco's van. He was long gone with James but had left her the keys telling her to get some sleep if she needed.

She was dreaming she was with the other girl though. She was brushing hair back off her face and whispering loving words into her ear. And when she woke she almost forgot that anything had been bad. But that bliss didn't last long and worry once again filled her. How long had she slept? Scarlett fumbled for her phone to check the time and saw the message instead. Renee was awake.

Scarlett was in the hospital and pushing Renee's door open in less than five minutes, her breath coming ragged from running. "Renee!" She was lying there, still looking unwell, but awake. "Oh, my dear sweet beautiful Renee!" She moved toward the bed and fell into the chair she'd been in earlier, taking Renee's hand and kissing it.

more )
When the text to say that Renee was awake came to her, Scarlett was asleep in Marco's van. He was long gone with James but had left her the keys telling her to get some sleep if she needed.

She was dreaming she was with the other girl though. She was brushing hair back off her face and whispering loving words into her ear. And when she woke she almost forgot that anything had been bad. But that bliss didn't last long and worry once again filled her. How long had she slept? Scarlett fumbled for her phone to check the time and saw the message instead. Renee was awake.

Scarlett was in the hospital and pushing Renee's door open in less than five minutes, her breath coming ragged from running. "Renee!" She was lying there, still looking unwell, but awake. "Oh, my dear sweet beautiful Renee!" She moved toward the bed and fell into the chair she'd been in earlier, taking Renee's hand and kissing it.

more )
Delilah's only problem with clothes shopping was dressing for it. It meant she really had to ignore her usual layers, buckles, zips, and other assorted difficulties. It was always too much hassle in a change room. No one wanted to take half an hour to try on a pair of trousers. With that in mind she'd opted for a simple short and strappy tartan dress, with stripped stockings, and her usual combat boots.

As she pulled up outside Renee's house she wished that her motorbike possessed a horn. She pulled off her helmet and looked up to the window she knew was Renee's. Hmmm...

Pulling out her mobile phone she sent a text: Hey sexy you better be home. look out ur window.

more )
Delilah's only problem with clothes shopping was dressing for it. It meant she really had to ignore her usual layers, buckles, zips, and other assorted difficulties. It was always too much hassle in a change room. No one wanted to take half an hour to try on a pair of trousers. With that in mind she'd opted for a simple short and strappy tartan dress, with stripped stockings, and her usual combat boots.

As she pulled up outside Renee's house she wished that her motorbike possessed a horn. She pulled off her helmet and looked up to the window she knew was Renee's. Hmmm...

Pulling out her mobile phone she sent a text: Hey sexy you better be home. look out ur window.

more )
They had managed to leave the Cauldren without any further interaction with Marcel. Unsurprisingly, he had not followed them out onto the street. To start with, Renee had cradled Kait in her arms, ensuring that the other girl was alright after her digestive pyrotechnics. After a while, Kait pulled away from Renee, smiling to show that everything really was alright.

"I am capable of standing on my own two feet," Kait said with a rueful smile, still holding on to Renee's hand. She didn't think they had really let go for more than the few moments when Kait had run out of the shop since Renee had grabbed her hand for support while in front of Marcel. "But thank you. I honestly don't know what I would have done without you back there."

Together they walked for a way, holding hands and smiling at one another every so often. To anyone who had used to know them, it would have very much appeared that the ex girlfriends were indeed still an item.

"So, back to my place then?" Kait asked, a little unsure. The last time there had been anything magical happening around them, it had been the other way with Kait thinking that Renee was over using and ending in Renee leaving Kait's home )
They had managed to leave the Cauldren without any further interaction with Marcel. Unsurprisingly, he had not followed them out onto the street. To start with, Renee had cradled Kait in her arms, ensuring that the other girl was alright after her digestive pyrotechnics. After a while, Kait pulled away from Renee, smiling to show that everything really was alright.

"I am capable of standing on my own two feet," Kait said with a rueful smile, still holding on to Renee's hand. She didn't think they had really let go for more than the few moments when Kait had run out of the shop since Renee had grabbed her hand for support while in front of Marcel. "But thank you. I honestly don't know what I would have done without you back there."

Together they walked for a way, holding hands and smiling at one another every so often. To anyone who had used to know them, it would have very much appeared that the ex girlfriends were indeed still an item.

"So, back to my place then?" Kait asked, a little unsure. The last time there had been anything magical happening around them, it had been the other way with Kait thinking that Renee was over using and ending in Renee leaving Kait's home )
Every time that Renee stepped into The Cauldron, her intentions seemed stronger. She supposed that was a good sign, some indication that she was at least approaching that state that she wished to reach. Part of her was even beginning to feel as though she were above Marcel now.

Sex ritual )
Every time that Renee stepped into The Cauldron, her intentions seemed stronger. She supposed that was a good sign, some indication that she was at least approaching that state that she wished to reach. Part of her was even beginning to feel as though she were above Marcel now.

Sex ritual )
Pierre had slipped a piece of paper into Kait's hand just before they had parted ways at the gay rights rally. In the end, she hadn't ended up meeting again with Amanda and Hannah and had had to apologise to them about it the next day.

She still didn't know what she thought about Renee. One thing was firm in her mind though: Pierre certainly had reason to be fearful, or at the very least, cautious about her. This wasn't the Renee she knew. But was it a bad thing that it didn't make her love the other girl any less?

Unfolding the paper later, Kait had realised that it had on it an address along with the short message: Come over Friday night )
Pierre had slipped a piece of paper into Kait's hand just before they had parted ways at the gay rights rally. In the end, she hadn't ended up meeting again with Amanda and Hannah and had had to apologise to them about it the next day.

She still didn't know what she thought about Renee. One thing was firm in her mind though: Pierre certainly had reason to be fearful, or at the very least, cautious about her. This wasn't the Renee she knew. But was it a bad thing that it didn't make her love the other girl any less?

Unfolding the paper later, Kait had realised that it had on it an address along with the short message: Come over Friday night )
It was a fantastic turn out. Bopping heads crowded the street as gay right activists had their say in the rally. Kait was keeping special care to make sure that she remained right close to Hannah and Amanda once she met up with them. It would be only too easy to lose one or both of them in the middle of all this chaos. Pierre still hadn't shown up yet. He had said that he knew where they were meeting, hadn't he?

And then they were moving; Amanda's hand motion and, 'come on!' shouted to make herself heard. With a bit of a nervous smile, Kait walked on into the mass. Hannah grasped her hand to make sure that she kept up.

Dimmly, Kait wondered if she would see either Renee or Scarlett here )
It was a fantastic turn out. Bopping heads crowded the street as gay right activists had their say in the rally. Kait was keeping special care to make sure that she remained right close to Hannah and Amanda once she met up with them. It would be only too easy to lose one or both of them in the middle of all this chaos. Pierre still hadn't shown up yet. He had said that he knew where they were meeting, hadn't he?

And then they were moving; Amanda's hand motion and, 'come on!' shouted to make herself heard. With a bit of a nervous smile, Kait walked on into the mass. Hannah grasped her hand to make sure that she kept up.

Dimmly, Kait wondered if she would see either Renee or Scarlett here )
"Mother?" Renee called down as she descended the stairs.

"Oui?" Emilie's voice returned from the lounge room. She was lying on the couch watching some dreadfully vacuous reality show. No doubt she was critically eyeing all the scantily-clad female bodies for so much as an extra milligram of fat.

"I've invited a few guests over for... well, in lieu of a wake."

The wake )
"Mother?" Renee called down as she descended the stairs.

"Oui?" Emilie's voice returned from the lounge room. She was lying on the couch watching some dreadfully vacuous reality show. No doubt she was critically eyeing all the scantily-clad female bodies for so much as an extra milligram of fat.

"I've invited a few guests over for... well, in lieu of a wake."

The wake )
This would not do. In spite of the power she had touched, the things she had done, the love she had shared with a very special girl... all it took was a few moments in Deirdre's presence for her world to come crashing down. Well, no more. She would have the power to fill this void in her heart. To touch divinity... this was her right. Every time she performed a ritual, the hunger only seemed to grow. The Wiccan rites, even the lycanthropy... they weren't enough. There had to be something more. She would fill her heart or destroy it.

It was these thoughts that brought her back to The Cauldron this Tuesday evening. She had just received her latest pay from the bookshop, and she was in no mood to hang on to the money.

"Well, if it isn't my fav'rite little customer."

"I'll bet you say that to all the witches," Renee responded, her attention only half directed to Marcel as she gazed about the shop, waiting for something to catch her eye.

Marcel waited a few moments before asking, "Looking for anythin'... specific?"

Renee met Marcel's gaze evenly. "I need something with more power than what you have been giving me. This isn't enough. I want to scour human frailty from my breast with power enough to alleviate all pain."

Marcel's eyes were deadly serious as he considered Renee's words. This girl was strong. With proper nurturing, she would be very useful. "You want to change your feelin's, make 'em somethin' they ain't? Tread carefully, girl. I don't know what's in your head, but this is a lot bigger than playing at werewolves."

"That's what I asked for, Marcel."

So, she was using his name now. She was growing bold. "Alright," he said after a few moments, disappearing into the back room. Not willing to be left in the dark, Renee stepped around the counter to peer in past the curtain.

He returned moments later with a large volume, striding past her to lay it on the counter. "Not something you'll find anywhere else," he grinned proudly. "A lost volume of Aleister Crowley's. Handwritten. The Book of Chaos. Normally I'd suggest alchemy to someone with your particular... desires," Marcel continued as Renee lovingly inspected the book, "but I think we've already established that your strength lies along a darker path."

"So be it," Renee murmured, looking up at him. "But how do you know I can afford this?"

"We'll come to that," he smiled. "Is there anything else you want?"

"I need to replace some tools that... well, you know things went badly."

Marcel nodded and let her go about collecting the items she wanted.

* * *


When she was finished, the book was accompanied by a new wand and silver pentacle, along with an ornate chalice and a long, heavy sword.

"So how were you expecting me to pay for this?" Renee enquired.

"Owe it to me," Marcel responded graciously. "There are some things I need to prepare... you can repay me in full next time you're here."

Renee looked at him dubiously, but Marcel just chuckled. "Trust me, little witch. You can afford it."

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Renee shrugged, thanked the man, and left the store with her latest purchases held closely to her.
This would not do. In spite of the power she had touched, the things she had done, the love she had shared with a very special girl... all it took was a few moments in Deirdre's presence for her world to come crashing down. Well, no more. She would have the power to fill this void in her heart. To touch divinity... this was her right. Every time she performed a ritual, the hunger only seemed to grow. The Wiccan rites, even the lycanthropy... they weren't enough. There had to be something more. She would fill her heart or destroy it.

It was these thoughts that brought her back to The Cauldron this Tuesday evening. She had just received her latest pay from the bookshop, and she was in no mood to hang on to the money.

"Well, if it isn't my fav'rite little customer."

"I'll bet you say that to all the witches," Renee responded, her attention only half directed to Marcel as she gazed about the shop, waiting for something to catch her eye.

Marcel waited a few moments before asking, "Looking for anythin'... specific?"

Renee met Marcel's gaze evenly. "I need something with more power than what you have been giving me. This isn't enough. I want to scour human frailty from my breast with power enough to alleviate all pain."

Marcel's eyes were deadly serious as he considered Renee's words. This girl was strong. With proper nurturing, she would be very useful. "You want to change your feelin's, make 'em somethin' they ain't? Tread carefully, girl. I don't know what's in your head, but this is a lot bigger than playing at werewolves."

"That's what I asked for, Marcel."

So, she was using his name now. She was growing bold. "Alright," he said after a few moments, disappearing into the back room. Not willing to be left in the dark, Renee stepped around the counter to peer in past the curtain.

He returned moments later with a large volume, striding past her to lay it on the counter. "Not something you'll find anywhere else," he grinned proudly. "A lost volume of Aleister Crowley's. Handwritten. The Book of Chaos. Normally I'd suggest alchemy to someone with your particular... desires," Marcel continued as Renee lovingly inspected the book, "but I think we've already established that your strength lies along a darker path."

"So be it," Renee murmured, looking up at him. "But how do you know I can afford this?"

"We'll come to that," he smiled. "Is there anything else you want?"

"I need to replace some tools that... well, you know things went badly."

Marcel nodded and let her go about collecting the items she wanted.

* * *


When she was finished, the book was accompanied by a new wand and silver pentacle, along with an ornate chalice and a long, heavy sword.

"So how were you expecting me to pay for this?" Renee enquired.

"Owe it to me," Marcel responded graciously. "There are some things I need to prepare... you can repay me in full next time you're here."

Renee looked at him dubiously, but Marcel just chuckled. "Trust me, little witch. You can afford it."

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Renee shrugged, thanked the man, and left the store with her latest purchases held closely to her.

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