Dreams Made Flesh (Open to Anyone)

[Bayley Wiklun]

Good ol' Canada, Bayley thought as she sat on her kitchen counter of the pretty little house she had bought for her wife and baby. Her wife wasn't here just yet, but Bayley had most of the bedrooms set up. The kitchen on the other hand....Well, it was a mess. At the very least, Bayley had cups and a coffee pot. True, she was more the coffee drinker but hey, coffee was life to Bayley. So, as she moved across her kitchen to said coffee pot, she thought about what she wanted to get done that day.

While unpacking and setting up sounded like an exciting idea (NOT!), she thought she'd much rather go out, and see the town she hadn't set foot in since she was about 8. She doubted, and kind of prayed that nobody who did know her recognized her.She poured the coffee into a travel cup, one she could throw at a moments notice and her cup wouldn't burst open or spill a drop, pulled on her suit jacket, and stepped outside. The night was soft and cool, and a light breeze played at the end of her hair.

After lighting up a cigarette, she walked under the moonlight, thinking about her baby, her wife, her whole life in general. She didn't know what life was going to throw at her, but as she usually said, you played the cards you were dealt, or walk away empty handed. So, as she wondered the streets, wondering what kind of trouble she could cause, she also wondered, what is life going to throw a her tonight?

Moments after the front door closed, a soft rumbling came from the walls of the house, rattling several dishes and shaking a window. Suddenly, as quickly as it had begun, the rumbling ceased. In it's place was a soft, ever quiet creaking quick noise. A handle of the kitchen sink began to turn slowly, almost imperceptibly. After several moments, a single drop of water began to form at the edge of the faucet. The drop enlarged, filling with more and more water as time passed. The drop suddenly fell from the faucet, falling and striking the bottom of the sink with a soft plink. Before the first drop had even struck the bottom, a second drop formed, much more swiftly this time then the first.

Minutes passes as the drip slowly became a soft trickle of water. The sink began to fill with water, which miraculously failed to flow down the waiting drain. The trickled strengthened into a flow, a rush of water from the kitchen faucet. The water splashed, filling the room with it's noise. The kitchen sink filled quicker, the water coming to the edge and hesitating, before spilling over the lip and towards the floor below.

As the water struck the floor, it rose again, all the water that had been gathered in the sink suddenly defying gravity and flowing up and out then back upwards again. The water formed a slightly indistinct shape, which began to solidify and harden, color slowly appearing upon the surface and sinking deep into the surface of the liquid.

A human shape began to form, rather small, just under six foot tall. Softy, pale cream colored skin slowly began to form, giving the appearing being a delicate look. Slowly, a female form was given way to. Blonde locks cascaded down her neck, stopping at her waist. Ocean blue eyes cast around the room where she had appeared, looking at the state of the house. It had obviously just been moved into. A blue cloak concealed her body for the most part, except for her hands and head and face. A hood was folded delicately back, laying beneath her hair. She stepped forward, revealing a small foot clad in light tan leather boots that crawled up her leg and disappeared into her cloak.

Glancing around herself, she tutted at the disorganized house. Yes she knew it was because the female was still in the midst of moving, but it was still about time it got done. Stepping to the front door, she reached out a delicate looking pale hand and wrapped her long fingers around the knob, twisting gently and pulling the door open. She flowed out onto the front porch, looking around her at the small town.

[Bayley Wiklun]

Bayley stepped into a bar on the corner of 118th, a bar she knew fairly well. She gave them her ID, she knew she looked young, besides the fact she was tall, and her green eyes tracked around the bar. She took a seat, and ordered her usual. A beer. She knew her woman wouldn't exactly be pleased. Not because Bay was drinking, but because Cili couldn't. She leaned back at the tabvle, and looked around. This was a bar you could still smoke in. Bonus.

She lit a cigarette, and leaned back, putting her feet up. Her thoughts wondered as she listened to the music. Her wedding ring sparkled in the dim light of the bar, but still, she could see the words Cili had made. "I love you, Bayley". It still amazed her that someone like Cili could love her, and she still found it astonishing that they hadn't had a big fight yet. The biggest fight to date was who should come to the wedding.

Well, they had a few tiffs about the way Bayley dressed and acted, and Bayley put her foot down, and told Cili that she is who she is, and she refuses to change who she is. She picked up her beer and smirked at the memory. She heard the click of high heels, and looked up to see a woman sliding in across from her. She raised an eyebrow, and after a short exchange, the woman in a huff, got off and walked up. She smirked, and ordered another beer.

Now, the problem was, Bayley was bored. if she was single, she would've been looking to pick that chick up. But, because she was married, this was a whole another problem. She didn't get these stupid marriage rules. She knew if she fucked up, she needed to get flowers or jewelry, and she knew she wasn't supposed to have sex with anyone else. She clicked her tongue ring against her teeth, downed her beer, put money on the table, and stood up.

She walked down the street a little more, before sighing, and deciding if she should either get the unpacking done, because she knew her woman wouldn't have been much help, since she was pregnant with their baby, or going to hunt for a vamprye. She lit another cigarette (She smokes alot), and turned down the alley. If, after a quick sweep, she couldn't find anything of interest, she'd go home, and start the wonderful job of unpacking.

[Cahalily Monroe]

Mmmmm, the smell of mortal filled her nostrils. She landed gently folding her wings behind her and glamouring herself. Her wins disappeared, and she seemed shorter. Her true form sent most mortals into a biblogical seizure, with a fourteen foot wing span, they cowered in their faith, as she towered over them at over seven feet. She seated herself at a bar, her gaze strolling at the patrons. She watched an argument with a sly grin and a chuckle. Before following the smoker out the bar. She could smell the death around the woman. Another hunter, this world was crawling in them, why she was assigned to this hunter she had no clue. With a shrug, she followed silently, her white sheath dress offsetting her cocoa skin. She look through the frames of her glasses, her glamour melting off slowly as she followed the woman, which no doubt the woman knew she was being followed. Her wings soon appeared, settling behind her, settling against her back. She waited for the moment the woman realized she was being followed before speaking.

"Well it took you long enough."

[Bayley Wiklun]

She knew she was being followed. She had a sense crawling up her spine, from he moment she walked in that bar. But when the feeling continued when she walked out of the bar, she knew something was up. So, she turned down the alley and walked a short way before she heard a very soft flutter of wings. Reactions taking over, she drew the knife that stayed at the small of her back, and spun around with speed, grace and agility most admired. her eyes took in the woman's appearance and height, and she smirked, though she didn't relax her knife arm.

"Took me this long to care, yes. What do you want?"

Bayley slightly relaxed her knife arm. Something told her this...woman, she supposed though she knew no woman that tall was human, wasn't here to harm her. Not that Bayley couldn't hold her own.She shifted her stance, and crushed out her cigarette. She let out a small sigh, scanning her surroundings for potential weapons if her knives, and guns failed to do the trick. Most things she'd met can't function without a head, and that's usually what Bayley attacked first. But, for curtosey sake, she'd at least hear the woman out.

While the woman spoke,Bayley took in her appearance, from the wing span to the height, to the cocoa skin, the color not unlike her wife's when they take a vacation to Mexico and she gets a beautiful tan. Shifting her thoughts back to the woman, as her thoughts tended to run rampant when her wife was in her head, she crossed her arms, the knife still in her hands.

Following the foot steps of the female, the cloaked female made her way slowly down the concrete sidewalk. As she reached a major part of town, she reached behind her head and lifted her hood, pulling it up over her head and allowing her hair to fall into it as well. She walked silently down the street, avoiding touching other people, her hand folded up in the inner sleeves of her cloak so they where not seen. She stopped outside the bar, and wrapped herself in with invisibility, waiting patiently for the young huntress to come out. When she did, Faolin paused to give her time to draw away a bit, but then watched with intrigue as a angel followed her out. The demigoddess smiled slightly behind her cloak, slowly walking after the two other females, keeping herself wrapped tightly with invisibility and silencing her foot steps.

Standing a few steps behind the angel, she listened and watched as the huntress finally wiped around. Very smoothly, the huntress attempted to act as if she had known the angel was there, which she very well could have but it was unlikely. The demigoddess stepped to one side slightly, to the angel's left and stood close to the wall, protecting her thoughts and keeping her presence a secret. She was intrigued as to why this angel was following a huntress, and she was going to find out why before revealing her presence to either of the two.

[Cili Ross-Wiklun]

The Black jetta drove peacefully through town, the windows down as she enjoyed the last few days of summer. She smiled as a flurry of kicks in her stomach made her rub her side gently. She had gotten out of work early, she had another checkup, she had gotten some startling news at this checkup and was curious to how Bayley was going to react. She had stopped at the store on the way to the new house, a small white box with a green bow was tied tight, and a few groceries for her to cook dinner. She turned up the radio and started to sing along as she drove past an alley, turning her head to the window to look out it as a breeze blew in the window. A familier scent floated in, causing her to hit her brakes and pull the car over. She knitted her brows in thought, before rolling the Windows up and turning the car off. She stepped out her long dirty blond hair was curly today and pulled back into a low ponytail. She wore a white summer dress, and it was very obvious from the size of her stomdach that she was pregnant. She turned to walk down the street, before Mrs.Mettermyer started calling to her. A guttural growl rolled out her chest, before she spun on her heels with a bright smile on her face.
"Mrs. Mettermyer, how are you?" She called sweetly, as the older woman came up to her. The woman with her dyed red hair, and brown eyes smiled as she walked up to Cili. After exchanging a few words, Cili managed to break free of the chatter, and turned to go back to trailing the scent, when a wave of nausea hit her. She wobbled and rubbed her forehead, before giving up the trail and going back to her car. She drove off to the new house.
Bayley's truck was there, so Cili grabbed the box and the bags and headed into the house. She took a sniff and realized the scent was old. She walked into the kitchen and placed the items down.
"bayley?" She called looking around confused.

[Bayley Wiklun]

Even though she'd confronted...whatever this woman was, she just couldn't shake the feeling that something else was watching them.but the more pressing matter was what the woman standing in front of her wanted.

"Look lady, did you follow me for something?Cause i gotta tell ya, unless it's world in peril stuff, I got shit to do."

She didn't mean to sound rude, but really. Bayley looked down at her watch, and her heart jumped. Holy fuck, she was late. She looked back up at the angel, and simply stared fr a minute, then sighed.

"I have to go see my wife, but if you really have to talk to me, find me later."

As she turned to walk away, she looked at a certain spot. Coming from that spot was the unshakable feeling Bayley couldn't get rid of. Her green eyes flickered between the woman and the spot before she turned on her heel and walked away, naturally lighting another smoke while she walked. As soon as she was clear of the alley, she ran. Reaming herself out naturally.

She ran up the streets, thinking of when they had first decided to have a baby. They had an argument over which one of them would get pregnant. Cili had argued that Bayley would still be hunting vampyres, and they'd still be hunting her, and Bayley had argued that Cili was still a weretiger.But in the end, they finally agreed Cili would carry the baby. This time.

Bayley ran up the driveway, and she saw Cili's car. Shit, shit, shit, she thought and jumped the stairs two at a time. She burst in the doorway, and her eyes landed on the most perfect woman in the world, Cili. She went to her, and laid both her hands n Cili's belly.

"I'm so sorry, my love. I got restless and went for a walk. met some strange people. How is my baby today?" She kissed her, then rubbed her hands around Cili's belly the way she liked. Bayley got down on her knees, and lifted Cili's shirt to reveal the baby bump, and kissed it. It was a daily ruital of Bayley's. "And how;s my baby in here?"