Wasting No More Time

[Samantha Dorens]

Tag : Anyone stupid enough to be out this late. --- Word count: 266 --- Wearing: A leather Jacket, black top, old jeans and old converse's... or as an Werewolf...

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Midnight, and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day,
the werewolves birthday, the door of the solstice
still wide enough open to let them all slink through.”

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It was well past midnight in Ipswich MA, But Samantha Dorens was far from asleep. Hell, she was far from her Dorm. Well, If you’d see Samantha now, you’d say that it was just a normal wolf looking for food. Well, A part of that was right. She was indeed looking for food. Samantha was a werewolf, and loved to roam outside at night. Sniffing the air, Samantha started running. She’d caught the smell of a young bunny. God help her, She’d never kill it, but she loved chasing it, just for the fun out of it.

After she’d chased it for about ten minutes, she gave up. Chasing the same bunny for such a long time grew boring. Looking around, Sam tried to find out where she had ended up. It was an old barn, and being a local, Sam recognized it from anywhere. She had ended up at the old Putman Barn.

Sniffing around she looked for a place to lay down for a bit. It had been a very long day. And Hey, even Werewolves had to sleep. Spotting a small haystack Samantha walked towards it, still in her werewolf form, It was really what she preferred most. Circling to lie down, Her ears heard a movement from not far behind. Growling, She turned her head but saw nothing, although she did smell a Homo Sapien. Quickly she ran into the barn and changed into her Human self. Luckily, unlike what they tell in books and movies. Clothing remained intact. She silently walked out of the barn.

“Who’s there?” she yelled.

[Jesse Churchill]

“Who’s there?”

Jesse stumbled slighty over a rock that had deffinately not been there a few seconds ago as a loud voice traveled through her ears and into her head in the form of blinding pain.

"Someone with a very bad headache and no current sense of direction. So could you please, for the sake of my pounding nerve-endings, demand my identity in a quieter voice?" She felt her way blindly past a few yards of ridiculously tall grass that engulfed her small fram until she came to the end where moonlight once again lit her path.

It served her right, really, for being out so late at Putnam Barn of all the un-godly places in Ipswich without a flashlight and carrying a dead cell phone. Then again, she mused silently, still oblivious to where the voice that tried to drive a verbal screwdriver through her head was, Putnam did have its uses. Parties, local concerts, and the occasional get away if you had the cops on you. She smirked to herself, full lips turning upward into an almost frightening expression.

Pulling her coat closer to her body and shivering, she continued to struggle forward through the freezing (to her) temprature until she stood in the circle of light eminating from a flickering, dusty old lamp post on the dirt path back towards town.

"Or, you know, just not talk at all. It's your choice, really," she added after several seconds of no reply from her interrogator.

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[Samantha Dorens]

” "Someone with a very bad headache and no current sense of direction. So could you please, for the sake of my pounding nerve-endings, demand my identity in a quieter voice, Or, you know, just not talk at all. It's your choice, really?"

Samantha had walked out of the barn, but had hid herself behind a pole. As the person who was crazy enough to be out this late had replied, Sam stayed quiet, trying to think of the best way to do. Finally she stepped into the little light emanating from the lamp.

“It’s a bit late to be out, I know I have a good reason” She said, a bit quieter, “But I’m curious about yours” Sam had mentally kicked herself. Why on earths name hadn’t she noticed the presence of this girl before, she should have heard her, or at least smelled her. “You’re that Churchill girl right, My roomy’s cous??”

The red hair, and smell gave it away. “It’s the hair, trust me” . Sam sniffed inconspicuous. Yup. Defiantly a Churchill. Sammy grinned, when she in the corner of her eye, the bunny she’d chased before. It had a distinctive smell. She crossed her arms in front of her chest. Somewhere inside she was kinda angry at her disturber, she was just having fun at running.

[Jesse Churchill]

She fiddled with the stiff sleve of her coat for several seconds before, in a moment of clarity, the thus far faceless voice stepped into the light as well. Jesse's head jerked back on instinct, the mildly wild look about her new companion setting off bells in the back of her head.

“It’s a bit late to be out, I know I have a good reason, but I’m curious about yours”

The redhead chuckled slightly, her eyes wary but her position relaxed.
"It's innocent enough, really." She glanced over at the large, dark lump some several yards along that represented Putnam Barn and smiled. "We go way back, this barn and I. Since I've just gotten home, I took it upon myself to visit the old haunts and reminisce before a swarm of face-sucking tourists runined my vibe. As it is... it seems around midnight it the best time to do that."

Jesse shrugged at the end of her story, leaning to one side so that her shoulder was propped, along with her body weight, against the wall.

“You’re that Churchill girl right, My roomy’s cous??”

Realization hit Jesse that this was the same girl that was in her little sister's room when she had arrived at Spenser's earlier that same day. She hadn't really paid much attention to her, haveing been distracted by Ginny.

She shrugged again, playing it off nonchalantly. "Close enough. I'm her sister, actually. But don't let the height fool you, I'm the eldest by four years." She added the last bit out of habit, loathe to be shorter than her 'baby' sister but content with her height all the same.

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[Samantha Dorens]

"Close enough. I'm her sister, actually. But don't let the height fool you, I'm the eldest by four years."

”Yeah, well, I’m not really into family relationships and all so forgive me I forgot”. Oh, that sounded a bit harsh, a bit unwanted. “I’m sorry, that sounded a bit harsh didn’t it?” She said, scratching the back of her head. “I’m sorry, I can be like that sometimes, most of times…always actually”

Yeah, Somehow Sam wasn’t really a person-person. Perhaps it had something to do with her ‘condition’. Then she recalled what the Churchill girl had said about the putman barn. “It’s funny you say you have a history with this place, I come around here often too. Maybe it has this ‘Magical’ attraction or something” She joked. Well, perhaps she was right. It did had some sort of attractive force about it, and she found it kind of funny actually. Pushing a lock of her blond hair out of her face, she sat down. “Well, I figured since we’re gonna have this little chit chat… I’m sitting down. . Somewhere Sam had the feeling this was gonna be a looooooong night.

[Jesse Churchill]

”Yeah, well, I’m not really into family relationships and all so forgive me I forgot. I’m sorry, that sounded a bit harsh didn’t it? I’m sorry, I can be like that sometimes, most of times…always actually”

Jess waved her hand as if to waft away the invisible tension in the air. "Hey, don't worry about it. As the score stands right now, I can tell you I'm twice the bitch you are, so let's just calm it down and play like this is casual." She tossed out a small smile before weaving on the spot, her head still throbbing painfully. "Uh," she began, swaying again to one side so far it looked as if she's collapse. "You don't mind if I cop a seat, do you?" Instead of waiting for an answer, she kneeled on the spot, drawing her knees to her chest to keep in warmth in the frigid 70 degree weather. "Of course you don't," she answered for Sam, her head falling back with a dull thud as it rested itself against the wall she was now propped up against.

“It’s funny you say you have a history with this place, I come around here often too. Maybe it has this ‘Magical’ attraction or something”

Jesse glanced over at the barn, a cold shiver that had nothing to do with the temprature of her body rushing down her spine. "Yeah, I get what you mean." She gestured toward the building in a movement that clearly marked a preamble. "This place is the only barn I've ever found I can't break into. It just... doesn't feel right. Sure, I'll party here all night with a group, but you get me on my own here and I..." She trailed off, shaking her head. She didn't know if Sam was understanding half of what she was saying because humans tended not to notice things like a supernatural aura around a building. Then again, she thought, casting a glance at her companion, I'm not so sure this one is all human.

“Well, I figured since we’re gonna have this little chit chat… I’m sitting down."

"Yeah, knock yourself out," Jesse answered, her eyes still fixed on Putnam Barn.

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[Samantha Dorens]

“Well then, this ought to be interesting” . Samantha stayed quiet for a while. She just looked at the older girl in front of her, Well, woman actually, since she was over 18, which made her a m=woman. In Sam’s eyes at least. Sniffing the air for its freshness she caught something strange in it. “That’s odd” She said, realizing to late that she’d said it out loud.

Pretending she was something interesting she diverted her stare to something to the left. She really hoped Jesse hadn’t heard her say that, it would be hard to explain what was odd. Maybe she should start thinking off one just in case.

But the fact that Jesse may or may not have heard her mutter wasn’t the biggest problem Sam was facing. What was that smell? She had smelled it before in her dorm when she’d first met her roomy. Oh by the way, it’s roommate. Sam had to start and learn herself that it’s roommate, not roomy.

Sam looked at the older redhead again. What was it with these Churchill’s? They were different in smell than any other Human, but they didn’t smell like a werewolf either. Sam would recognized that smell everywhere. Looking away again, this time she diverted her gaze to the barn. Jesse was right about one thing. It was a great place for a party.

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[Jesse Churchill]

"What's odd," Jesse asked, her heightened hearing not missing the little slip.

She waited for an answer, but her companion didn't seem ready to divulge information. Losing patience, not that she had much to begin with, Jess unwrapped her arms from around her legs and shifted to meet Sam's gaze. "Seriously, what's odd?" She asked again, this time deliberately stretching out the sense she usually kept at bay to avoid deafness and permenant injury to her nose. Her face contorted instantly as she was hit simultaniously by the sharp smell of canine and the spicy, pugnent scent of the supernatural. Not that is was a smell so much as an instinct, but it always seemed to smell like spiced oragnes to her.

Confused, and looking at the teen next to her through new eyes, she frowned. "Say, you don't have a pet dog, do you?" She asked slowly, not quite grasping what it would mean if she said no just yet.

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[Samantha Dorens]

“What’s odd, seriously, what’s odd”

Sam tried not look at the girl as she tried to come up with an excuse, dammit, usually she was pretty damn good at making those excuses up in no time.

”Say you don’t have a pet dog do you?”

“Nope, no Dog for some reason they tend to go crazy around me. Not much of a cat person either.”. Reason: Hello… Werewolf!! Although, the fact that Cats go crazy, she could understand… But the dogs.?

“Why do you ask though, you allergic? Can they be activated from this far, coz you’re at least 4 maybe 5 feet away from me” . Smooth talking Sam. “But seriously, No dogs. Dog and me. Let’s just say It equals the titanic and the iceberg. Woman and geeks first.” she joked, “Oh wait, that’s all of us”

She grinned. Sometimes she loved to joke around. But please not the SOME times. Fun wasn’t her Alley.. It’s way too crowded there.

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[Jesse Churchill]

The girl's oh so inconspicuous rambling and insistence on not having a dog set immediate warning bells off in Jesse's head. Struggling desperately to remain casual as not not alarm her companion, she brushed a small, ice cold hand through her startlingly red tresses and pursed her lips, a picture of forced curiosity.

When Sam had stopped rambling, Jesse choked out a smooth laugh and tilted her head to once side, inadvertently scooting a few inches closer to her and smelling the air again.

Her mind was struggling to keep her up-to-date. If Sam doesn't have a dog... in fact, she doesn't even get along with dogs.... and there's a supernatural smell that's not coming from me or the barn... then....

Jesse's pale green eyes widened to an almost comical degree and she let out an inaudible gasp. Werewolf. The word seemed to ricochet around the darkest walls inside her mind, forcing a dull echo of it to repeat itself countless times, steadily growing louder until she was sure Sam could just listen and hear her thoughts. Werewolf.... werewolf.... werewolf.... Ginny is living with a werewolf... werewolf... werewolf....

The redhead took several deep, steadying breaths, her hands absently chasing each other around in her lap. Long gone were the cliché days of vampires hating werewolves and feuding with each other, and Jesse was sensible enough not to panic. Instead, she felt the one thing that, now of all times, she didn't expect to feel: relief. Profound and finite, the relief that she and Ginny weren't the only supernatural beings left alive washed over her like a dry tidal wave in the Caribbean; it was warm and soft, but powerful in its presence.

She glanced at Sam through new eyes, her body still shaking but not from the cold. Instead it was from the adrenaline that was coursing its way through her veins at an alarming rate. She knew very well that the next words she uttered were crucial, and had to be carefully selected from the vast knowledge she held in the library of her mind so as to not offend the only supernatural being she'd ever met.

Taking a deep breath, Jesse steeled herself and held out a small, pale hand, meeting Sam's dark brown eyes as she spoke. "Sorry, I don't believe we ever really introduced ourselves properly in the dorms. Hi. I'm Jesse Churchill, and I'm a tenth generation vampire."

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[Samantha Dorens]

"Sorry, I don't believe we ever really introduced ourselves properly in the dorms. Hi. I'm Jesse Churchill, and I'm a tenth generation vampire."

Sam blinked with her eyes. Twice, Triple.. Four times before she had finally understood what the girl had said. “I’m sorry, What did you say, Vampire?” She said with a bit of unbelief, She always thought she was the only Supernatural Freak in Ipswich and Surrounding. But still, She offered a smile and said. “Samantha Dorens, The lone Werewolf, Call me Sam though, Sammy is only for those who want their troths’ ripped open”

Sam was confused about something. She and Jesse where actually getting along, in a weird, twisted way. But what about all the lore’s? About Vamps and Were’s being #1 enemies? But then again, She could change in a wolf at will, even though the lore’s say only at Full moon. Plus, she had seen Ginny and Jesse outside in the sun so there goes that Lore. “So you say Vampire, You mean as in Angel or Twillight or something, I mean you can go out in the sun right?” Angel couldn’t get out in the sun, but she was sure there were some similarities. She rubbed her temples with her fingers. Vampires. This was Ipswich, MA, What the hell where they doing here, in this boring little town. It’s not like it the center of some big magical force, She turned her gaze at the barn, was it?

[Jesse Churchill]

“I’m sorry, What did you say, Vampire?”

Jesse let out the breath she'd been holding without her consent at the Sam's casual tone and she nodded once. The tension in the air was literaly tangible in the few seconds that that question hung mid-air.

After what seemed like ages but was closer to perhaps three seconds, Sam spoke again.

“Samantha Dorens, The lone Werewolf, Call me Sam though, Sammy is only for those who want their troths’ ripped open”

Caught off gaurd in her tense state Jesse let out a short laugh that sounded more like 'oh, you're not killing me, what a relief'.

"That's nothing," she boasted good-naturedly, shaking Sam's outstretched hand. "My parents were going through a sadistic phase when the gave me my middle name. Augusta." She spat the name out like it tasted of bad poision and shuddered once, her tiny hand clentching themselves in and out of fists. The cold was slowly sapping away the feeling in her hands and feet and she was struggling valiantly to keep circulation in them.

“So you say Vampire, You mean as in Angel or Twillight or something, I mean you can go out in the sun right?”

Jess smiled, showing off a set of straight, white, and unpointed teeth. "Yeah, we can go out in the sunlight," she confirmed, using the plural we as she thought of Ginny. she admonished quickly, [color=DC143C]"'cause it does. If we're in direct sunlight for too long it makes us pass out. And we're naturally nocturnal and stuff... nothing major."

She trailed off lamely, realizing that she was rambling rather badly about her heritige to someone she barely knew. Smooth.

"So what about you," she redirected quickly. "What are werewolves still doing around. Like, are there a lot of you and you keep having fuzzy werewolf babies or are you pretty much it, 'cause as far as Gin and I know, we're the only vamps left around..."

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[Samantha Dorens]

Sam Quietly listenedto the Vampire. She was always fascinated by Vampire Lore, and now she met a real Vamp. Awkward.

"So what about you," Sam held her head tilted a bit and looked at the other girl. "What are werewolves still doing around. Like, are there a lot of you and you keep having fuzzy werewolf babies or are you pretty much it, 'cause as far as Gin and I know, we're the only vamps left around..."

“You are asking that question to the wrong person girl, I have No idea if there are other Were’s here. To be honest, I thought I was the only ‘Supernatural’ creature around here, But since you have proven me wrong…And besides I’m not really a Werewolf, I’m more like a… a Werecat, but Werewolf sounds more awesome.

What? It was true!!!

”As for the fluffy little werewolves, Not in my right mind I’m thinking about that now. But I have no idea if my future kids would be were’s, coz I don’t think anyone in my family is a were.

Then Sam remembered something from ancient Lore. “But Ehm, I admit I missed Werrewolf/Vampire 101 at school, but aren’t vamps and Were’s suppose to be like, Ancient foe’s or something? She quickly added afterwards: ”Not that I wanna fight or anything, But I mean, It would be awkward if I was with your sis in class or something like that”




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[Jesse Churchill]

“You are asking that question to the wrong person girl, I have No idea if there are other Were’s here. To be honest, I thought I was the only ‘Supernatural’ creature around here, But since you have proven me wrong…And besides I’m not really a Werewolf, I’m more like a… a Werecat, but Werewolf sounds more awesome.

As for the fluffy little werewolves, Not in my right mind I’m thinking about that now. But I have no idea if my future kids would be were’s, coz I don’t think anyone in my family is a were."

Jess nodded her head sympathetically. She had already been through the torture of thinking she was one of the last sppernaturals left alive, but at least she had had Gin to keep her sane. Poor Sam had been completely alone.

A shiver crept its way up her spine at the thought. Damn.

“But Ehm, I admit I missed Werrewolf/Vampire 101 at school, but aren’t vamps and Were’s suppose to be like, Ancient foe’s or something? Not that I wanna fight or anything, But I mean, It would be awkward if I was with your sis in class or something like that”

An udeniably cheeky grin crept its way onto Jesse's face. It was true. Vampires and Weres did generally hate each other. She still remembered childhoods spent at her uncle Gene's house listening to him curse under his breath about 'dirty flea-bags' while he made her sandwiches. She'd always been profoundly grateful that he'd died before Ginny was old enough to remeber the smell of the rotting meat he'd hung outside on the porch to try and 'catch' a were.

With great effort, Jess managed to pull herself out of her random hallucination and answer Sam.

"Not really, no. We grew up without that prejudice. I don't think Gin will give a damn if you're a flying rabid bunny as long as you don't wake her up if she's sleeping in, tell her she's wrong when she's ranting, and for the love of Isis do not try to take her coffee away from her. She's gonna bitch about the headache she has afterwards, but it's a lot easier to block out her complaining than it is to block out a red headed ball of fury latched onto your back and clawing at your face to get her caffiene. Just... trust me." She shook her head sadly from side to side, wincing as her head throbbed even harder. With the effects of the alcohol slowly wearing off, it was becoming incresingly difficult to convince herself that the pounding headache was really worth the few shots she'd taken.

She smirked. Who the hell am I kidding? It was totally worth it. And with that she pulled out a small coffin shaped flask and tipped some of the suspiciously green liquid past her parted lips. Several seconds of absolute silence and a satisfied shudder later, she held out the container to Sam.

"I don't suppose you want any, do you?"

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