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...Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. Well contain descriptions, depictions
of real people. I claim no personal knowledge of these artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.
Authors Note: All thoughts are in Italics. Blood may not be sweet to human's, but for vampire's, it very well may be.
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Life Goes On(Pt15)
JTE Journal                                                                        January 2028
Well I think I finally found some time for myself today. And I do it by writing in you. It’s been a really busy couple of week and I’ve been pulled in every direction I can think of. And right now the only way I want to go is toward Sav. Something has been bothering him and I don’t know what it is.
Everything was great…well better than great, more like fantastic great before we flew to   France . He did come back to me. I could kick myself for doubting that he wouldn’t. The weeks after he came back that we spent together were fun, sensual, passionate and wild. And now…I don’t know. Sav has shut me out of his mind. That bothers me a great deal. None of the playfulness is there like before. And to be perfectly honest, he hasn’t touched me, hardly any eye contact since we got here. Not even that look he gives me when he wants to. I know his mood is not due to the fact that Evelyn is here with me or the guys and their families. That has never been a factor in the past, everyone knows of our relationship. Hell, half the vampire community knows about it.
When I try to ask him what’s bothering him, he always says nothing, changes the subject or runs off to talk with somebody else. I don’t like it and it’s frustrating as hell. Tonight I’m going to find out what it is, even if I have to lock us both up in some room to get to the bottom of it.
    Now with that off of my chest, I’ll get on to other things. Busy weeks…yes. It is great to see the guys again after a year. Oh we’ve all kept in touch just like we always have. But it’s better to actually see everyone again. And being the close, good friends that we are, everything just slid right into place like we had never been apart that long. The fun and laughter was still there. Talking about the past into the wee hours of the morning. I think Evelyn was shocked by a lot of it. Hearing it first hand instead of reading the books that I gave her or what I’ve told her. Then she had to go and tell them about how we met and what followed. I don’t think I have ever felt so many hot stares in my life that came from the guys. I sure did want to crawl under the couch or a hole somewhere. Mal, ever the tour manger and babysitter for us, chewed me out. What a mouth that little man has now in his old age, but I still love him after that tongue-lashing.
   Busy week…yeah. Lillian, Vivian’s youngest daughter did make it. When she told her dad that she couldn’t. She showed up with her… Tracy . Well what an interesting night that turned out to be.   Tracy is Lillian’s girlfriend, not just in a literal since either. I mean girlfriend for 3 years. Vivian and Kelsey had no idea about it. A heated argument ensued between them until I came in and dragged Lillian from the room. She cried on my shoulder for a while. I told her to let her parents calm down and have time to think about it, of course they were hurt and disappointed about it. Everything would work out in the end. Once they were talking again later that same night. Lillian, being the level headed girl that she is, made them finally see that there was nothing wrong with it. And used Sav and I as an example. They accepted us in that regards, why not her and Tracy. I think Vivian is still trying to come to terms with it and will find it in himself to love his daughter, no matter what kind of lifestyle she leads, weather it be with Tracy or…a man.
   Rick is looking really good these days. The sadness and pain I feel in him is not as prominent as before. When he called us a little over a year ago and told us that Brenda’s back in the hospital from the cancer that riddle her body. The doctors didn’t give him much hope that she wouldn’t last much longer. We rushed from every corner of the world to be by their side. The woman that lay in that hospital bed was not the same woman I have known for 23 yrs. It couldn’t be Brenda. Brenda was a strong, vibrant, outgoing, loving woman, who took great pride in her life and body even at 57. That was not the woman that lay before us now. She was pale, fragile, a shell of her former self. What struck me the most, were her eyes, they still held her youth, her love for all of us. I had asked her one more time to bring her across, her low gentle voice replied no. I remember everyone’s startled expression when she had asked me to end her pain and ours by taking her life.
  I couldn’t do it and neither could Sav. We’ve done this sort of thing before, but this was different, we knew her, loved her, she was family. I just couldn’t grant Brenda’s last dying wish. Nick stepped forward and offered to do it….Sav and I we’re shocked that Rick gave his blessing and Brenda accepted it. He wanted to end her pain too. Against the doctors orders, we took her home, to be around familiar things at the end. We said our goodbyes to her and promised to see her again. Rick held her hand as Nick took her life’s essence unto himself. I don’t think Nick was prepared for what he found in her blood from the tears that ran down his face afterwards. That is the second time since I have known him that he has cried. The only thing Nick would tell us was how much she loved and would miss us all.
   Due to her belief’s, Brenda’s body remained intact and criminated the next day. A small ceremony with family and a few close friends gathered in the mountains of   color:#333399">Wyoming were Rick scattered her ashes.
   And we still miss her shining smile and bright eyes.
  On to something else, something to lift my spirits after talking about Brenda. Lovely woman.
Oh yeah my beloved daughter failed to tell me about this years Foundation Ball. We…Def Leppard are slated to play. Ok…we can do that. Doesn’t matter how old we are. That drive to play on stage is there…still there. The music is in our blood, our souls and has and always will be a life long love affair. So we have no problem playing for the guest. The guys of course think it is a great idea. What we or mostly me have a problem with, is that this years Ball is a Foundation Costume Ball….for the Renaissance Period. We have to dress as they did. I gawked at Amber and told her there was no way that I was dressing like that.
  Well....I was fitted for my ‘costume’ today. Haha. Well…what can I say, can’t resist my baby girl when she pouts. It does look rather nice on me…regal, flashy, arrogant….like Nick. Hhaha. Nick will be in his element that night. Could prove to be fun after all.
  Tomorrow night we’ve planned to spend the evening on the beach. Hope I can get Evelyn to wear that skimpy bikini I bought her. Not sure what some of the activities will be yet, just have to play out the evening and see where it goes. Maybe a game of soccer if the guys are up to it. Some romp and play in the surf and sand…who knows whatever comes to mind. What ever this group does, I’m sure it will be fun.
    Hopefully Sav will be out of his funk by then. If not, maybe a little foreplay in the water, some chasing on the beach, some dirty talk will get him in a better mood. The moon will be full tomorrow night…a hunters moon. And I’m going hunting for the object of my desire….Sav…mmm can’t wait.
  I’m going to go and try to talk to him again. I’ll fill these pages up on our night at the beach and the Ball when I get another chance to myself. When ever that may be.
    Joe closed his journal and put it away. ‘Now to find Sav.’ This house, as with all the others that he has stayed in for any length of time. Sav would always find a place that he liked to sit and think. Joe started there first and didn’t find him. He had been there at some point from the empty glass that sat on the table. Voices traveled through the house to his ears, he didn’t hear Sav’s. Next he tired his bedroom. Joe knocked softly on the door and went inside. The room was dim but he could make out the form on the bed. 'He’s still in bed, that’s odd.' Joe thought and approached the side and sat down. Sav was facing away from him and Joe lightly ran his fingers up his bare arm to his shoulder. Desire stirred in him with just that simple touch, Joe wasn’t expecting him to jerk.
    “Rick.”
    Sav flinched away from him again when Joe shifted on the bed and touched him again.
    “What’s wrong? You’ve been avoiding me since we got here and I want to know why. Did I do something to upset you? Will you please talk to me?”
    “Go away.”
    “No, I’m not leaving until you turn over and talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong. I can’t stand this any more…please.” Joe tried to turn him on his back, but Sav jerked away. Joe shifted position yet again. Placing his hand in front of Sav’s chest, he leaned over him. He pushed his hair away to see his face. The healing cuts below his eye and the one on his lip came into sharp focus. Joe then forced him to turn over and face him. His sharp intake of breath told Joe that he was injured in other places.
    “What…..fuck what happened, who did this?” Joe realized that he didn’t need an answer. Sav didn’t meet his eyes and Joe gently held his face. “Look at me.”
    Their eyes met and Joe was taken back to the past, of a time he’d soon forget. To a time that Nick controlled Sav’s every move with an iron fist. Joe held back his emotions and traced his fingertip over his face to Sav’s lips. He leaned down and kissed him softly a few times before he straightened up.
    “Are you going to be alright?”
    Sav looked away from him and nodded.
    Joe ran his finger through Sav’s hair, placing soft kisses on his face. “Get some rest. I’ll be back in a few minutes to stay with you.” Joe stood up and pulled the sheet over his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed him one more time and left the room. By the time he reached the living room he was boiling with anger, his eyes glowed soft amber. Nick was going to pay this time, no way was Joe going to let it go.
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