She sat alone on the island that was her bed, the sheets tangled around her as she drew her knees to her chin. The sun was shining brightly outside - she could sense it - but could not bring herself to sleep; she’d only just stopped wringing her hands like Lady Macscot, still not convinced she had rid them completely of the human blood. Of course, ( Read more... )

( Showers were wonderful things... )

( Nick hadn't been ready to let go. )

Natalie surveyed herself in the full-length mirror with a critical eye, not entirely sure she liked what she saw in the reflection. The dress looked like something she had seen at the Raven. Which, for her purposes tonight, was probably appropriate; it didn't mean that she had to like it ( Read more... )

Nat felt bleary-eyed and more dead than usual when she woke up around one-thirty on Wednesday afternoon. Typically on days where she had shift, she would sleep until about three, and the set about getting ready for the evening -- a schedule that usually left her with plenty of time to relax a bit before heading to the clinic ( Read more... )

Natalie felt his presence even before she entered the basement apartment. As she entered, she saw him standing by the kitchen bar, features tight with worry.

( 'Nat, we need to talk...' )

( Her dreams that morning had been troubling... )

Staying up for two days wasn't good for the system -- mortal or vampire -- and Natalie was definitely feeling the effects. After making her way home on Saturday evening, she'd sucked down a bottle of LaCroix's finest, then promptly collapsed into bed. She awoke sometime Sunday afternoon, just as the sun was setting ( Read more... )

Natalie sat alone in the darkness of her apartment. She stared blankly at the empty bottle and glass on the coffeetable before her, her mind reeling over the images her most recent nightmare dredged to the surface.

( In her dream... )

Fandom, Natalie decided, was strange. Not because of who was here or what happened, but mostly because of when it happened. She had gone for over a week with shifts so quiet they rivaled her morgue...and then there was last night. In the span of a few hours, she had checked on a dead patient, stitched up a sword stabbing, and treated a patient with ( Read more... )