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19 April 2005 @ 09:04 pm

Yeah, you read that right. We're having a Buffy night...wish you were here, Heidi! Right about now, Kristina, Agatha, Hector, Brian, and I are all spread throughout the room watching season 2. To be specific, we're starting at Innocence since that's the episode that Agatha left off of. By the way, check out this new icon of mine! Isn't that just funny and dirty? ^_^  Ha!

I'm having a blast. There's laughter and everything. ^_^  LMAO...this just reminds me why I like Xander. The little witty remarks. And Cordelia. She was great. But this wasn't the whole point of this entry...I was going to post the newest short story that I wrote for my English class.

It's called Drohuil. That's Gaelic for Evil Eye. And before anyone asks, yes the ending is supposed to be left open like that and all unresolved. I wanted to leave people wondering. Because I thought it'd be fun. So here you go, hope you enjoy my nice little draft.


"And what is a fine young lady such as yourself doing sitting by yourself on a fine night like this?"

Sally O’ Toole looked up from her Guinness, surprised by the question. She smiled when she saw one of her oldest friends, Shawn Concannon, sliding into the seat across from her. His blue eyes twinkled as he looked at her, his chestnut hair falling into his eyes as he’d forgotten to cut it again. She arched an eyebrow, pushing a strand of flame red hair away from her face so that it brushed against her shoulders.

"Having a pint, of course. What does it look like I’m doing? Reading a book?" There was laughter in her voice as she said this and Shawn shook his head, a hint of red appearing on his face. It was a well-known fact that Shawn loved to curl up with a good book in front of the fire at home rather than go out. Looking at him though, you wouldn’t be able to tell that he spent so much time inside with a book. He was tan with callused hand that spoke volumes about the work he did on the farm.

"Ah and amazed I am that you’re having a pint. Here I thought that you were beginning to turn into a Yank."

"What?" Sally exclaimed, truly offended by the statement. The fact that her voice had raised to almost a shout drew no attention because of the laughter and music that floated to the air, only thinned out by the smoke by the occasional cigar. A Yank, indeed. She wasn’t a Yank and there was no one who could say she was. After all, she knew how to build a blasted Guinness right and proper, didn’t she? "What the bloody hell would give you an idea like that? Have you gone barmy, Shawn?"

"Be reasonable. You drink coffee in the mornings. Coffee instead of tea. And you’re craving bagels." He shook his head. "You’ve gone and turned into a New Yorker."

Sally scoffed. She may not be the most fanciful girl, she knew the tales as well the next Irish person. And she was started to get mighty mad at the fact that people thought spending a few years in New York had changed her. Her brother, Johnny, had actually had the nerve to suggest that the Irish had practically been beaten out of her. She was Irish, through and through.

"Sure and if you’d tasted the bagels yourself, you’d be craving them too." Was all she said. Shawn grinned and then turned to where Tom Gallagher was playing the fiddle his sister, Mary, sang about a warrior that would never come home. He sat back and just raised his eyebrows a bit, letting her know that he was going to let the subject go for now.

"Did you come by to listen to Tom try to play the fiddle, then?" Tom glanced over at that, eyes narrowing as Mary finished the song.

"I’ll have you know that my playing is the finest you’ll ever hear."

"Sure, if I were a caveman." He winked at Mary, causing the young blonde to grin while blushing a bit. Tom mockingly glared at him.

"Now you stay away from my sister, Shawn. I wouldn’t want to break that nose of yours again." While Mary frowned at him, Shawn snorted.

"I don’t think so."

Sally grinned at the familiar exchange between the two. This was one of the things that she’d missed the past few years. She’d made friends in New York, of course, but none of them compared to the ones she’d left behind when she’d decided to strike out and see what it was like outside of Ireland. Looking around at the people sitting in the pub, she realized that that was another thing she had missed. Being able to walk into a pub and know that she would recognize all or most of the people in there. They had regulars in New York, but they didn’t have people who had been going there for practically their entire lives. She couldn’t walk into a pub in New York and know without a doubt that Mike Riley would be sitting on a barstool, flirting with all the young women even though he was well into his eighties. She wouldn’t see O’ Connells sitting at a table holding hands as if they’d been married for two years instead of sixty.

"Besides," Shawn continued, "I came here to dance tonight and you’re not helping matters any. That song was a fine one but it wasn’t one I could dance to."

"Well, then why didn’t you just say so?" With that, Tom began to play a fast jig that had some people beginning to stomp their feet if they weren’t planning to dance.

"Come on, Sally. I haven’t danced with you since you’ve been back." Shawn stood, pulling her to her feet and swinging her around to dance with her. Sally threw her head back, letting the laughter escape as he did this.

"I think you may have well gone mad while I was away, Shawn Concannon." She told him, her amusement reflected in her deep green eyes.

The laughter faded as her eyes fell on a blonde man standing near one of the walls. He didn’t say a word or lift a hand in greeting, he didn’t acknowledge that he’d seen her at all. She felt a shiver run down her spine at the way he looked at her and quickly looked away.

"Something wrong?" Shawn asked, as they crossed the floor. Sally looked up at him and smiled, shaking her head.

"What would be wrong?"

"You tell me."

"Nothing." Sally spared a quick glance in the man’s direction before she looked back at Shawn as he spun her around. "Absolutely nothing."

Now she only wished she could convince herself that it was true.


There was a chill in the night air as Sally walked home later that night. She sighed as she crossed her arms over her front. Maybe she should have taken Tom up on that ride home instead of insisting that she’d be just fine walking. She made a quick left, deciding to cut through Old Murphy’s field to cut some time off the walk home. It certainly hadn’t been the smartest idea she’d ever had.

A small smile crossed her face as she remembered the first time she’d cut through this field when she’d been what her father liked to refer to as "piss drunk." She’d been cutting through the field when she had looked up and decided that the stars and the moon were much to pretty to be looked at from the inside and she’d lain down right there in the middle of the field to stare up at them. The next thing she knew, she’d been waking up to a bright blue sky and she’d been quite surprised to find a cow grazing only a few feet away from her.

She tried to suppress a snort of laughter at the memory, not wanting to disturb any of the cows that she knew were scattered throughout the field. Though she wasn’t quite successful, she thought that she’d made quite the effort.

Any laughter that she might have been feeling disappeared as she heard a branch snap from behind her. She tensed and risked a quick glance behind her. She knew the fact that there was nobody behind her should be something of a comfort to her but instead it just made her feel even more uneasy.

Her pace quickened until she was practically running across the field, the feeling that someone was watching her never leaving her for a second. She didn’t slow down until she reached the fence that divided her property from Old Murphy’s and even then, she was heading towards her cottage at almost a jog.

She didn’t let herself relax until she was inside.


Sally stared down at the note that was on the floor of her entryway. It looked innocent enough, like any other ordinary piece of paper might. But something told her that this was something more, that she wasn’t going to like this.

The day had started out normally enough. She’d woken up, fixed a pot of coffee and then stumbled into the shower. After she’d gotten her morning shot of caffeine, she’d gone around the house, fixing things up and blasting her music as she did. Once she’d done all that, she’d gone down to visit her parents and have lunch with them. And the feeling that she was being watched was there, just as it had been there practically every single day for the past two weeks or so.

And now, here she was, just standing there and staring at that piece of paper. She frowned and shook herself at herself. This was ridiculous. She bent down and picked up the paper, unfolding it to read what it said.


Now, I don’t want you to worry. I’m just writing to tell you that I think that you’re beautiful. I can tell. Just by the way you look when you help somebody or the deep concentration on your face as you work. It’s the highlight of my day getting to see you. I thought it might make you feel good to know that. Just remember that I’m watching over you.


Sally’s hand tightened around the note convulsively, crushing it in her fist. She knew without a doubt that whoever this person was, whoever had written this was the reason she’d felt like she was being watched. It wasn’t just paranoia or her imagination. Someone watched her everyday, made note of the things that she did.

She licked her lips as she stared down at the note. She frowned and threw it onto the hallway table before heading into the kitchen.

She needed a bloody drink.


He smiled as he watched through the window. He’d hoped that it would work, that she’d get the note. But he hadn’t been sure if just sliding it under her door would guarantee that she would get it.

But she’d gotten it and she’d so clearly liked the note. He just knew that she’d appreciate the compliment. She’d even kept the note, putting it on the table instead of throwing it out.



"Are you out of your soddin’ mind, Sally? You haven’t told anyone about these notes?"

This was the explosion that she faced a few weeks later as she looked up at her brother. Johnny stared down at her, his hair a lighter shade of red and his eyes the same shade of green, arms crossed over his chest. And right now those eyes were a mixture of anger and frustration.

"You’ve got to be the most stubborn woman in the whole damn country." He muttered, swinging around to stare out the window. He couldn’t describe what it was doing to him, knowing that his sister had been getting these strange notes for weeks now and this was the first she’d said of it.

Blasted woman. He didn’t know where she got this from. He was sure that if it had been his mother in this situation she’d have said something. Because his mother was reasonable.

Unlike his sister, who apparently had no sense at all.

That sounded about right.

"Sally, you got to tell someone about these."

She looked at him as if he’d grown another head. Or something else as equally puzzling.

"I did."

"Oh, and who’d you tell?" Johnny stared down at the woman who was only a couple years younger than he and only came up to his shoulder.

Of course, that had never stopped her from fighting with him when they were younger…or even now.

"Well, I told you, didn’t I? Unless you’re not counting yourself as someone and in which case, I think we’ll just have to work on your self-esteem." It was said in such a flippant tone that Johnny couldn’t help the growl of frustration that escaped.

"You know exactly what I mean, Sally O’ Toole. And don’t think I won’t go telling someone if you won’t. Because something has to be done about this."

"They’re notes. And he hasn’t done anything." Even as she said it, Sally knew how completely and utterly stupid that logic sounded. But she didn’t like the thought of going to the garda with this. It would mean admitting that she had just let this happen to her over the course of a few weeks and had done nothing. She hated the thought of being considered either stupid or weak and she was afraid if it got out that she had waited this long to do something about it, she would seem to be both.

Almost instinctively, Johnny knew what was bugging her. He supposed that ability came from being the only two children, while most other families had three or more children.

"They won’t judge you." Sally snorted at that.

"The hell they won’t."

He threw up his hands in frustration. What the hell did it take? He shook his head as he made a decision. He knew that it wasn’t exactly something that was going to thrill her, but he was doing it anyway.

Besides, Shawn would be over any minute and that meant she’d have less of a chance of stopping him.

He glanced up gratefully when Shawn strolled through the back door. Right on time. A person could practically set their watch by Shawn when it came to lunch. His stomach always told him when it was time to go eat and Shawn would walk through here at half twelve, ready to eat, without fail.

"Well, now, don’t tell me I’m interrupting a family meeting of some sorts? I can come back." He said, glancing between the two. Johnny shook his head.

"Don’t even think about walking through that door. Sally’s been keeping a secret from us."

Sally’s eyes widened as she realized what Johnny was about to do. Frantically, she shook her head. Telling Shawn would just cause another explosion and that wasn’t what she wanted right now. The man had grown up as if he were a second brother to her and there were times where he was more protective than Johnny was.

No, she didn’t want Shawn to know about this, she decided as Shawn turned a questioning look in her direction.

"A secret? And what kind of secret do you have, Sally? You’re not having a torrid affair worthy of one of those British soap operas, now are you?" He was grinning as he said it, reaching out to grab a few of the homemade chips that were on her plate.

"Um, no. That’d be a definite no." Sally shook her head as if to emphasize the point.

"No, she’s only been getting notes from a stranger who’s been watching her for the past few weeks." Johnny bit out, a bit of the frustration he was feeling seeping out. Shawn’s hand paused midway to his mouth and he turned to Sally after glancing briefly in Johnny’s direction.

"What? And we’re just now hearing about this?" he demanded. Sally sighed, almost wishing she could kill her brother. And she would too, if murder weren’t illegal.

"Because I didn’t think it was important enough to worry you guys over, that’s why. You have enough on your minds without me adding to it."

Shawn nodded slowly as if taking in what she had to say.

"How often do you get these notes, Sally?" His voice was deceptively calm and Sally knew that there was just one hell of a temper raging to get out. But letting people see his anger just wasn’t Shawn’s way, it was more Johnny’s.

"I get one every few days."

"So, let me get this straight." Shawn said, reaching out to take a drink of Sally’s water. Sally frowned at that. He couldn’t just go get his own? "You’ve been getting strange notes, every few days, for the past few weeks. These notes are being written by someone who’s clearly watching you. And you didn’t think it was important enough to tell us?"

Sally bit her lip. When he put it like that, it sounded even more stupid than it had before. But there was really nothing she could do about it now, was there? Because everything he had just said was true.

She really hated it when he had a point, no matter how important it was. She sighed.


"Damn it all to hell and back, Sally, what would make you think we wouldn’t want to know?" Shawn stood up in his first sign of agitation and stalked to the sink, refilling the glass before he drank it all down in a few gulps. He looked back at her. "I don’t care whether you think I’ve got too much on my mind, the next time you get one of these damned notes, I want to know." Before she could respond, he added the one thing he knew she wouldn’t be able to turn down. "It’d make me feel better if you told me. I’d feel like I’d be able to do something about it at least."

Sally sank back in her chair when he said that. She was doomed and she knew it. Those words were her weakness.

"Fine." This was all she said as she finally relented and Johnny couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face as he nodded at Shawn in thanks. Shawn smiled and then turned to Sally.

"Come here." He opened his arms and she immediately stepped into them for a hug.

"Thanks." Shawn’s smile widened a bit.

"You’re welcome."




Look at her, just standing there, all over that guy as if they belonged together. As if he was the one who went through so much trouble for her. He shook his head, eyes narrowed, fists clenched as he watched the scene through the window.

That should be him in there, with his arms around her. It shouldn’t be him.

It was time to get a bit more personal.


Sally froze as she walked through her front door. It felt different, as if someone had been there. She didn’t know how she knew, she just knew that something wasn’t right. She took a deep breath and glanced around the hallway before moving on into the living room.

Nothing was out of place. Everything was exactly the way she’d left it. She let out a sigh of relief when she noticed the kitchen in the same condition as well. It was only when she got to the bedroom that she realized that there had been some damage done.

She sucked in a breath, too shocked to make any sound. The room was completely trashed as if someone had gone through it, deliberately pulling things out of drawers or knocking other things over. The pictures of family and friends she’d had scattered throughout the room now lay on the ground in piles of glass. She glanced up and let out a gasp at the one word that had been scrawled across her wall, near her bed.

Drohuil. Evil eye. Oh, she knew what that was, she knew the story behind it. But at first she didn’t realize what the significance could be. Why would that word be the word that he chose to write on her wall? Then it hit her and she almost laughed at the irony.

Because he had been watching her. He had been complimenting her. And it had been making her sick, bringing her pain and unease. Just like it was said the evil eye was supposed to do.

And now was the time to call Shawn and Johnny. She turned and reached for the phone.


They insisted on calling in the garda and for once, Sally didn’t argue with them. Unfortunately, there was really nothing that they could do except start a file. There was nothing else to go by, no trail for them to follow and that bothered Sally very much. She didn’t know how she was going to handle the possibility that he could come back or that he could suddenly appear on her doorstep and she wouldn’t know it. She’d like to think that the weird feeling she got whenever she got the letters or something would be a clue but you just never knew.


He watched, angry tears in his eyes as he watched all the people walking in and out of his house. She’d brought in the garda. And all because he’d had a small temper tantrum.

But it was getting to be time to move on. He wouldn’t be able to take Sally with him this time, like the others. The time to leave was too close to the time where she had gotten everyone else involved. And now he had to go. He’d have to leave her alone.

He sighed sadly. He didn’t like the fact that they (though he wasn’t quite sure who they were) had told him to move on for now.

He shrugged. Well, he supposed he could always come back.


Sally let out a sigh a few weeks later. The past few weeks had been completely uneventful, a fact that brought her relief but also made her wary. She never felt as though she were being watched anymore. But she did get the feeling that it wasn’t over and that feeling was the reason she just couldn’t let herself relax. Because she knew that it could start all over again.

This wasn’t over.

Feeling: giddygiddy
Soundtrack: Spike...talking. LOL
jaded_angltears on April 19th, 2005 11:07 pm (UTC)
Ooh, nice. I'm kinda wishin' you'd turn this into an original long story and not a short one. This kicks my story's ass by the way...and if you tell me otherwise I will hit you..

As for Buffy night...IT ROCKED! lol. And I'll be honest, it was nice that girls came into OUR room and noticed there were guys there. Ha. Take that stupid wenches.

Yeah, felt like a bit of a rant. Loved it. Want more, hope you write more. TTYL
Nicole: Bloodshedbabyblue_icy_rose on April 20th, 2005 09:19 pm (UTC)
Hey, why do you think I left the ending open? I'm toying with the idea of extending this. If I find the time...which we know how well *that* will go.

And hey! I liked your story, thank you very much! Hmph...

Heehee...yeah. And get this. I handed JQ the money (which again, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!! LOL) and she was like "Do you need change? I mean you don't have a date right?" and I was like "No, I managed to find one." *insert sarcasm right there* Yeesh. Just because I didn't have one last year and all...well, take that!
midnighta: seacastlemidnighta on April 20th, 2005 06:33 pm (UTC)
Eep, more in this life to wonder about! :p Well done.

And yeah, Xander's adorable! Though Spike is totally hot!
Nicoleblue_icy_rose on April 20th, 2005 09:21 pm (UTC)
Aww...thanks! Of course, this wasn't meant to scare the crap out of anyone! I just happen to be pretty good writing stalker stories and getting into the "dark mindset" type of stuff. Or that's the feeling I get from some.

Oh yeah! Xander's adorable (and I happen to find him hot...lol) and Spike is definitely hot! As a matter of fact, I've become very addicted to Spander stories. And I'm currently thinking of writing one...^_^
midnightamidnighta on April 24th, 2005 08:18 am (UTC)
I've been thinking about trying out some BTVS stories, Spander specifically ;) Once I get time that is. And when I finally feel like I need some new, different material on my reading list.