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Cheney's answer: "Well, I don't think it's likely to unfold that way, Tim, because I really do believe that we will be greeted as liberators. I've talked with a lot of Iraqis in the last several months myself, had them to the White House. The president and I have met with them, various groups and individuals, people who have devoted their lives from the outside to trying to change things inside Iraq ... The read we get on the people of Iraq is there is no question but what they want to get rid of Saddam Hussein, and they will welcome as liberators the United States when we come to do that." (Jay Bookman, the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, So Far, U.S. Has Losing Hand in Iraq)
And this from a most interesting piece by Jason Vest of the American Prospect magazine:
"As images of the bombed United Nations headquarters in Baghdad appeared on television last week, my thoughts turned to a conversation I had with a very senior national-security official (a political appointee with no military experience, not a career bureaucrat) prior to the invasion of Iraq. He earnestly told me that after Saddam Hussein's fall, Americans would be welcomed in Iraq, and not with a fleeting shower of goodwill but with a 'deluge' of 'rose water and flowers' that would last in perpetuity. Ahmad Chalabi and American advisers would set up shop to oversee a transition spearheaded by scores of returning Iraqi exiles, who would transform Iraq into a profitable, oil-pumping society. After all, the official said, this wasn't Afghanistan, where there were lots of religious and tribal differences among the local populations. We wouldn't need to stay long, and we certainly wouldn't need the United Nations - which, as far as this official and his compatriots were concerned, could go screw itselfÉ. Within a year, he said, Iraq would be a beacon of democracy and stability in the Middle East."
A developing catastrophe -- send more troops: Speaking of those "religious and tribal differences" that weren't, occupation administrators have evidently prided themselves that at least Iraq hasn't plunged into predicted internecine ethnic and religious battle -- at least they did until the Kurds and Turkomens began to go at it a week or so ago. And that, of course, was before Shiite cleric Mohammed Baqer al-Hakim was assassinated. In a strikingly entitled piece in the Guardian, The Ayatollah: Iraq's Archduke (a reference, of course, to Archduke Ferdinand of the Austro-Hungarian Empire whose assassination by a Serbian nationalist in 1914 plunged Europe into World War I), Brian Whitaker writes in part:
"[A] few years from now we may look back on the bombing that killed Ayatollah Mohammed Baqr al-Hakim, along with more than 90 other Shia Muslims, as a pivotal event that tipped the balance towards civil war and the disintegration of IraqÉ The underlying religious and ethnic tensions were kept at bay through decades of minority rule. Saddam Hussein suppressed them with utter ruthlessness but also, as the Americans are now learning, with considerable skill.
"Fear of opening up a can of worms in Iraq was one of the main reasons why George Bush Sr held back from invading in 1991 after the liberation of Kuwait. Now, though, his son has lifted the lid offÉ Once again the US, despite its self-appointed role as the world's policeman, is stuck. All it can do is pretend that everything will turn out fine in the end."
In a lead article in the English-language paper Iraq Today, staff writers suggested a similar scenario:
"More than anything the latest and deadliest terrorist attack in Iraq underscored a crisis of leadership in the country. Iraq's acting governor Paul Bremer took time out from his vacation to condemn the attack. But aides reported that Bremer is not likely to cut his vacation shortÉ
"If the bombers sought to shock Iraqis and the world they succeeded at that and more. More than anything, though, they have brought the country perilously close to sectarian conflict. In the ensuing chaos, many Iraqis have been left bracing for even worse to come."
And they pointed out the grim or perhaps prophetic nature of the Ayatollah's last sermon:
"In his final hour, Hakim had given a particularly heated sermon blaming the Coalition forces for losing control of the security situation and hinting at the dark winds blowing through the countryÉComing from a man like Hakim, whose stature and credentials as an opposition figure throughout the reign of Saddam Hussein, it was very serious talk indeed."
In the Sydney Morning Herald, Paul McGeough who has been doing a superb job of covering the developing resistance movement in Iraq comments:
"The plan is working. This dramatic escalation of the guerilla war in Iraq is about isolating the United StatesÉ. That is the resistance's message to the world - keep outÉ. Over Turkish coffeeÉ[Ali Shukri, former adviser to King Hussein of Jordan] issued a warning: 'Last week they blew up oil and water. They've attacked the Jordanian Embassy and now the UN, and this has been without the involvement of the ShiitesÉ'
"'So far this resistance is only Sunni. If the Shiites or even a part of them get involved, Iraq will go up in fire and there will be nothing the US, Britain or the UN can do about it. This disease started in the Sunni areas; it's contagious and it will spread to the Shiites.'
"É if the US persists in treating the Iraqi guerilla war only as a bin Laden problem, its rebuilding will fail. George Bush says the perpetrators of Tuesday's attack will be brought to justice. In the trenches, the resistance will be saying: 'Bring 'em on.'"
(By the way, Jason Vest in the article cited above notes that there has been much anger in our military and among military families over Bush's "bring 'em on" comment while American troops are in the line of fire.)
And then there's the Pentagon's top buddy in Iraq, Ahmad Chalabi, who on the Washington Post op-ed page offered his own suggestions for how to deal with Iraqi resistance in the Sunni areas north of Baghdad:
"Conduct a security sweep through the towns where resistance is concentrated. Coalition forces should surround these towns and give residents a 48-hour deadline to hand in illegal weapons, after which house-to-house searches will be conducted. If a cache of weapons is found in the house, then all male residents between 15 and 50 will be arrested. These searches would also be useful in finding fugitives."
Every male between 15 and 50, there's a fine-tuned policy for you from the main man who visited Cheney, Rumsfeld, and Wolfowitz before the war and assured them that all would be wine and roses after "liberation."
Meanwhile, even as its reporters do some superb reporting on its news pages, in the beating editorial heart of the Washington Post there's a storm (or is it a froth?) whipping up about getting more Americans into the line of fire. Sunday, Senator John McCain called for more American troops to be dispatched in a piece entitled Why We Must Win ("A visitor quickly learns in conversations with U.S. military personnel that we need to deploy at least another division."). And yesterday columnist Robert Kagan was back banging away in a piece with the blunt headline, Why Iraq Needs More American Troops:
"The little secretÉ is that neither France nor any other of our leading NATO allies has more than a handful of troops to spare for Iraq. France and Germany are tapped out in missions in Africa, Afghanistan and the Balkans. The British and Spanish are tapped out in Iraq. Polish public opinion is already turning against the deployment in IraqÉ The administration's search for a U.N. resolution isn't even aimed at getting European forces but at bringing in the larger forces available from Turkey, India and Pakistan. Never mind whether Turkish and Indian troops in Iraq are really the answer to all our problems in Iraq -- or would instead become part of the problem themselves. The fact is, we may never get themÉ And the French have little interest in passing a U.N. resolution solely to help the Americans get Turkish and Indian troops to relieve the American burden in Iraq."
It sounds to me like an argument against sending anybody at all, but don't tell that to the Post's editorial page -- or Kagan.
By the way, on the disquiet in Poland over their troop commitment to Iraq, which polls indicate the public is firmly against, Daniel Howden of the British Independent has filed a piece indicating that significant Polish casualties could imperil the government. He writes in part:
"The US decision to remain in Najaf and the attack on the supposedly neutral UN headquarters in Baghdad has left many concerned that poorly equipped Polish troops have been put in the firing line by their political leaders. Morale was not helped when standard issue pistols were recalled at the last minute because of persistent jamming and troops were forced to travel to Iraq with older weapons...
After the difficulty it has encountered in finding allies prepared to commit troops to Iraq, the US is talking up Poland's international standingÉ But the flattering words followed intense political pressure that left many in Warsaw feeling there was little choice in following the White House to war. 'You simply don't say "No" to the Americans,' said Bronislaw Komorowski, defence minister in the previous centre-right cabinet that oversaw Poland's entry to Nato in 1999."
Votes of no-confidence: I've noted three recent "votes" no-confidence in American planning of any sort in Iraq -- all involving voting with one's feet, so to speak. Reality has now struck the UN hard, despite understandable brave talk right after the bombing of its mission, about hanging in there. The Associated Press reports:
"The United Nations intends to quickly and drastically reduce its remaining international staff in Iraq because of security concerns after the bombing of the UN headquarters in Baghdad and continuing violence, UN officials said. There are about 400 international staff members in the country, including about 110 in Baghdad. But UN officials want to cut the number by nearly 90 per cent to a maximum of 40 to 50 essential international staff, the UN officials said yesterday, speaking on condition of anonymity."
Meanwhile, in Britain, a recent poll for the tabloid Daily Mirror and a TV station showed that "more than 60 percent of Britons believe their government should be withdrawing its troops from Iraq" (Britons want UK forces out of Iraq). Of course, it's worth remembering that if you lived anywhere in Britain you had access to newspapers (radio and television) that actually covered the events of the last couple of years. You could, if you cared to, make a reasonable assessment of your place in the world. In the British case, though their troops have returned to their former imperial colony, they've done so essentially as sepoys, not conquerors. Still, let's hope that what happening across the Atlantic will, sooner or later, seep through here as well.
Finally, while the Iraqi "governing" council appointed a cabinet yesterday (with L. Paul Bremer as de facto prime minister), the first member of the 25 person "governing" council bailed, according to Rory McCarthy of the Guardian:
"The US-led authority in Iraq suffered its first political fallout from the mounting security crisis yesterday when a senior Iraqi pulled out of the governing council. Mohammed Bahr al-Uloum said he was suspending his membership of the US-appointed council after the devastating car bomb in the holy city of Najaf É The departure of Mohammad Bahr al-Uloum from the governing council represents a setback for US and British diplomats and may yet trigger a wider unravelling of the fragile political process. The 25-member council is intended to be the forerunner of a new Iraqi government, although it has been deadlocked by rivalries and disagreements since it was set up in July."
You would think there might be a message here somewhere for Americans other than send more troops.
The Lost War: All this has not gone completely unnoticed on American op-ed pages. In fact, the single most striking piece written by anyone in the mainstream (or perhaps anywhere else) on the subject is today's column by James Carroll in the Boston Globe, "Facing the Truth About Iraq" in which he writes, in part, "The Bush administration's hubristic foreign policy has been efficiently exposed as based on nothing more than hallucinationÉ.Sooner or later, the United States must admit that it has made a terrible mistake in Iraq, and it must move quickly to undo it. That means the United States must yield not only command of the occupation force, but participation in it. The United States must renounce any claim to power or even influence over Iraq, including Iraqi oilÉ" More troops, he points out, will mean more resistance, not less. The question is: will Americans draw an actual lesson from Vietnam and skip the intervening period of "escalation"? I doubt it, but don't miss the piece included below. It should be read by every American
There have been a couple of other strong pieces on allied subjects recently, including one in the Chicago Sun-Times by columnist, priest and pop novelist Andrew Greeley who comments, "One recalls what Sen. George Aiken said of Vietnam: The best strategy would be to claim victory and go home. The present administration has proven itself very skilled at spinning reality so that truth becomes invisible. Does anyone remember 'compassionate' conservatism? Or ''no nation building'?... Having been clever enough to steal an election, the administration may well be able to pull off an imaginary victory in Iraq."
It's been ages since anyone recalled Senator Aiken's splendid Vietnam-era suggestion, never, of course, taken up by anyone. It's hard sometimes to look bluntly and honestly at a developing disaster. But it's not that hard. It's not exactly astrophysics to recognize that Iraq is acting like anything but a happy province of the New Rome.
The other day, New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd also shouldered the lost war theme (see below) and in the process suggested that "The agencies of the Bush administration are behaving like high school cliques," a theme taken up on the op-ed page of the same paper by columnist Bob Herbert who suggests in the aptly titled Home Alone that we're in the hands of malicious children and desperately in need of a little "adult supervision."
"We barreled into Iraq with no real thought given to the consequences, and now we've got a tragic mess on our hands. California looks like something out of 'Lord of the Flies,' and yet the person getting the most attention as a candidate to clean up that insane situation is an actor with a history of immature behavior whose cartoonish roles appeal most strongly to children. Maybe he'll shoot the budget deficit. Hasta la vista, baby.
Appalling behavior and appalling policies have become the norm among folks entrusted with the heaviest responsibilities in business and government... We are at a stage now where mature, responsible leadership is more essential than ever. All of the problems that we have ignored until now remain with us. But the money that might have started us on the road to solutions is goneÉ We could use some adult supervision."
I might just add that, having already handed our government over to the half-grown Frat Boys from Hell, maybe we should simply turn things over to real young people who, these days, may be more responsible and care a good deal more about the state of their world than their elders.
Global food crisis (or, let them drink wine): Remember when the Washington Post complained editorially about those whiners in Europe who couldn't take the summer heat? Well, a lot more people may be whining soon, despite the fact that the French wine harvest is said to be magnificent, thanks to the same heat. The British Independent reports:
"This summer's heatwave has drastically cut harvests across Europe, plunging the world into an unprecedented food crisis, startling new official figures show. Separate calculations by two leading institutions monitoring the global harvest show that the scorching weather has severely reduced European grain production, ensuring that the world will not produce enough to feed itself for the fourth year in succession, and plunging stocks to the lowest level on record. And experts predict that the damage to crops will be found to be even greater when the full cost of the heat is known.
They say that, as a result, food prices will rise worldwide, and hunger will increase in the world's poorest countries. And they warn that this is just a foretaste of what will happen as global warming takes holdÉ. The damage has been most severe in Eastern Europe, which is now bringing in its worst wheat crop in three decades."
I wonder, will the Washington Post even notice? Believe me, in the United States, not just the immature but the blind, deaf, and dumb seem to be in charge of the fate of the earth. Perhaps we should give our children one-way passes to another planet.
The general lack of reaction, lack of serious coverage, lack of thought by the media when it comes to the Bush assault on the environment -- we're talking about our only planet after all -- is nothing short of staggering. The Bush war on the earth has been covered largely without passion and one story at a time -- few series, just about no special investigations or significant linkages made.
A rare exception to this has been Bill Moyers, who has been heroic on the subject on his various TV shows in recent years. Now, in an interview with Grist magazine, he puts it all together. A few quotes here can hardly do justice to what he has to say. Do take the time to read it.
"Their god is the market -- every human problem, every human need, will be solved by the market. Their dogma is the literal reading of the creation story in Genesis where humans are to have 'dominionÉ over all the Earth ..." The administration has married that conservative dogma of the religious right to the corporate ethos of profits at any price. And the result is the politics of exploitation with a religious impulse.
Meanwhile... in the last hundred years alone we've lost over 2 billion hectares of forest, our fisheries are collapsing, our coral reefs are dying because of human activity. These are facts. So what are the administration and Congress doing? They're attacking the cornerstones of environmental law: the Clean Air Act, the Clean Water Act, NEPA [the National Environmental Policy Act]...
Every policy of government that is bad or goes wrong can ultimately be reversed. The environment is the one exception... By the time we all wake up, by the time the media starts doing their job and by the time the public sees what is happening, it may be too late to reverse it..."
Additional contributions from Tom Engelhardt can be found throughout the week at TomDispatch.com, a weblog of The Nation Institute.


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My passport has been taken away from me by ICE at Newark. The removal proceeding has been terminated by a judge and I am still unable to get back my passport. I filed a G-884 at USCIS moths ago. And no answer. Can somebody please tell me how I can get back my National passport as its important for me to have it.
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Thank you Mr.Jose. I am currently asked to show my original passport which contained my u.s visa and an I-94 to start working at a particular place in addition to my employment authorization card which I have. But thanks to ICE I don't have my passport and couldn't start working. Sometimes I wonder if the govt knows how ICE officers mistreat and abuse innocent and non criminal aliens. It's sad!
I agree..what other attempts have you made to get it back? There is not really a reason they would keep it.
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Dear Mr.Ian, Thank you for the responce. I attempted contacting ICE several times by phone leaving several voice mails and in person at ICE head office at Newark,NJ and filled out a form requesting for the return of my passport and it has been a year now and i did not hear from them. I was then told to file the G-884 at uscis and that didn't bring any change as well. It is so sad how ICE mistreat people in this country.
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Thank you Mr.Ismail. The lawyer I had tried his best but I guess he was new to the Immigration laws. He told me that ICE officers are notorious and don't respond to his telephone request. He was the one that told me to go to the ICE office and ask in person while I was in NJ but that didn't help.
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we live in a tasteless society
bent up on rules and regulations
"Can't do this"
"Can't do that"
harder on girls
sorry my tank top lets me cool off
sorry my "no" wasn't enough
both of those make it her fault
and the boys
that don't get a voice
cause they don't matter, right?
neither does anyone
not straight,
you're wrong.
Don't fucking tell me
it's the victims fault
if it were your kid
you'd kick and scream
with murder in your veins.
Don't fucking tell me
it's their fault
they were drunk
lets talk about this
since we're all fired up;
what about the fear
in her bones
cause she's not ready for this kid
are you going to tell me
She made her choices
she deserves what she gets?
"You had unprotected sex"
"It's God's gift"
I'll tell ya high & mighty
and sweet as sugar
that you can fuck yourself
So yeah I'm getting nasty
while you bawl and say
"That's offensive!"
maybe even "Cis-scum"
while you can't respect religion
or pigment
or gender
or sexuality
hardwired into everyone's systems
to hate what's different
and hate what they don't like
if you don't conform
or march along,
if you don't let them break you,
they mark you
they label you
cause they think,
that that'll make you listen,
fall to your knees,
& beg them please.
As if
or a lecture
or yelling
Will change your mind
change who you are
this is about
how little acceptance there is
for something supposed to be normal
for something like;
a girl
that would feel more comfortable
that would feel safer
as the opposite gender
until this.
We're all singing about suicide
and the blood outside our wrists.
Whose fault is it?
Is it the kid wandering the streets
Cause his family is bigoted?
Is it the kid that freezes in place
cause someone grazed his skin?
Who else can you find to blame
that isn't the one that did this to them?
How many more excuses will you make,
just dying to protect their precious sports career
or their social standing
because the destruction of these things
are so much more important
than the kid who would rather be dead.
If it were you
If it were your kid
you would care a hell of a lot more.
I've gone too far in,
to remember that you probably think
"Another rape poem"
"Another gender-sided poem"
"Another harassment/abuse poem"
It would be a lot easier
if we stopped having reasons to write these.
But all anyone wants to do
is control how people are
Control who they are.
You are damned if you don't comply,
It's better for them
if you're a straight, caucasian male.
the congress.
If you dare be born a girl,
you might as well kill yourself when you're fifteen
when they tell you what a whore you are
because you traded jeans for shorts
and sleeves for straps;
when they tell you
you should have enjoyed the attention
it wasn't likely there would be another chance you'd receive it
because you trusted a boy who couldn't accept "no".
And if you dare be born a boy
they will turn the fuck around;
and come to your rescue.
Until you're just like the girls.
"What a champ! Of course he liked it!"
When really,
you just wish they'd shut the hell up.
If you are a girl,
calling them out on their shit,
they will automatically blame it
on the blood that could be lining your thighs
"Ah, don't listen to her, it's her bitch session of the month."
Excuse after excuse
If you are a boy
calling them out on their shit;
they'll say you'll understand in a few years
they'll say you'll agree.
"Come on, they can't handle themselves!"
And you fall in line.
Step, step, step
Sexism, misogyny, homophobia, transphobia,
everywhere you go,
no matter who you are
they will pin these on you.
They'll tear your skin and pour themselves into you
like I said.
we live in a tasteless society
bent up on rules and regulations.


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H.R.4204 - Drug Dealer Liability Act of 1998105th Congress (1997-1998)
|Rep. Latham, Tom [R-IA-5] (Introduced 07/14/1998)
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|07/23/1998 Referred to the Subcommittee on Health and Environment. (All Actions)
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Drug Dealer Liability Act of 1998 - Amends the Controlled Substances Act to provide that any person who manufactures or distributes a controlled substance shall be liable in a civil action to any party harmed, directly or indirectly, by the use of that substance.
Prohibits an individual user of a controlled substance from bringing or maintaining such an action unless the individual: (1) personally discloses to narcotic enforcement authorities all of the information known to that individual regarding all his or her sources of illegal controlled substances; (2) has not used an illegal controlled substance within 30 days before filing the action; and (3) continues to remain free of the use of an illegal controlled substance throughout the pendency of the action.


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Our past hope
This is a way of saying that back in the day, speeches that were made were remembered, and filled people of either confidence or total hate. Like the gettysburg address. I wish to add more to the song, but don't know if it is good enough, so prove me right if it is good, or prove the wrong.
We've fallen so many times
How do we keep getting up?
It could be easier just staying down
Dare we hope?
A hint of courage just passed our eyes
Was that real or a lie?
We haven't this feeling for so long
So lets begin the hope
Back in the day
Where speeches were made
They always say
That we can go on
So what of this world has become
What have we remembered?
We haven't this feeling for so long
So how can we begin hope?


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Minnie blurts, "Jeez Jeez". She calls the Chief.Mature
"Jeez......Jeez." Minnie's heart's racing faster than the first time Dante put his hand up her skirt.
She blushed at the memory but quickly remembered what got her heart flying around like a trapeze artist at one of them fancy big top circus shows.
She clicked her way over to the big CB set up and sat down, pulling the clunky old headset over her ears.
"Chief Burntree. Somethings up down by Sara Ferguson's she says she's got old Nora Higgins, but Nora's...she's dead isn't she?"
The implication pushes a large pit in her stomach and that pit deepens as all she gets back is static.
"Chief Burntree come in...I say Nora Higgins, she ain't dead."
Something comes through but its garbled.
It sounds like "Nor..........shit fuck.......something........sweet moses.....big...." and then a truly terrifying scream that shakes Minnie to her core and turns the pit into an abyss.
After that there's nothing but static and no matter how much she tries Nora cannot reach anyone on the CB.
But Minnie Littlepot is anything but a coward, and she'll be damned if she's just going to sit in this office and wait for coffee to drip while everything goes to hell out there.
She does the only thing she can think of, she calls her daddy, and then once she's off the phone with him, Minnie picks up her keys and heads for the door.
Before she leaves she clicks her way back over to her desk and grabs her rain jacket before heading to the door and out into the dark afternoon.
As the door closes behind her light raindrops begin to fall, lightly sprinkling against the windows of the detachment.


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Dalkeith House is located in the heart of the small rural village of Newcastleton on the Scotland England border. The village boasts 2 hotels and restaurants, 2 cafes and a pub as well as a golf course, fishing, 7stanes Mountain biking trails, forest walks, and an activity centre. The Northumberland National Park is 30 mins away offering great days out at Kiedler Water, Hadrian's Wall and the dark sky park at Kiedler Observatory.
The house has 5 double bedrooms, 3 have en suite with one large family bathroom. Ground floor living space is spacious offering loads of room to relax and unwind. The drawing room has comfy sofas a wood burner and a 50 inch Smart HDTV. The TV room has a HDTV with gaming and full Sky channels. There are also lots of movies provided. WIFI is available throughout the house with music available in all the downstairs rooms via the Sonos Music system enabling you to play your own music or use our extensive library of sounds.
The kitchen is fully equipped with absolutely everything you could need to host a formal dinner party. Dine informally in the breakfast room which also doubles as a fabulous day room on sunny days. The dining room is large with capacity to sit 12 in comfort. If you don't fancy cooking then get the men to do a BBQ or stroll to one of our local eateries they are literally a hop, skip and jump away. We also have 2 cafes if you fancy home baking and a cuppa! Pushing the boat out for a celebration then we can arrange catering for you, please just ask.
French doors open from the large reception area onto the terrace and patio. The garden is secure for children and dogs with plentiful borders, terraces and patio to sit and while away the time. It attracts the sun for most of the day - the BBQ is a must. A max of 2 well behaved dogs are welcome.
Top Traveller Review
Lovely christmas in a fantastic property.
We ate in the Grapes hotel which was nice and very convenient and also in the Eskdale hotel in Langholm on boxing day which was also very nice. The property is in a lovely location with everything you need and the locals are very friendly.
I could go on about this property for alot longer and I know it will always stay in my mind as a very special christmas that we spent there. We hope to return In the future.
About the Owner
About Barbara Elborn
Paul & I live in Newcastleton at Yethouse, our other self catering property above the village. Since starting in 2009 we have hosted over 2,000 guests and look forward to welcoming many more.
We love meeting new people and showing them our small wee village and what it has to offer. Many have returned time and again.
We are proud to have been chosen as a small wedding venue and particularly love it when the sun shines and we are able to marry couples under the fruit arbour in the garden. We look forward to welcoming you to enjoy the village and its hospitality soon, if there is anything further you need to know please do get in touch. email@example.com
Barbara Elborn purchased this house in 2009
Why Barbara Elborn chose Scottish Borders
Dalkeith House used to be the one of the village manse' and is significantly bigger then the church is was linked too! It has had a varied history since being rebuilt in circa 1850, its most recent claim to fame was as part of the Barbour factory. The top floor used to house about 30 machinists who sat by the very large windows giving extra light, sewing with wares. It now has 5 very large double bedrooms and 4 bathrooms instead!
What makes this house unique
Perfect location for a get away from it all experience. Everything is on your doorstep; park up and enjoy a relaxing weekend; woodland walks, riverside strolls, cafes, pubs and restaurants. A great spacious home from home with something for everyone.
9 Reviews
5/5 -
(9 traveller reviews)
Lovely christmas in a fantastic property.
Although from the photos we could see that the house was beautiful we was still shocked at the size and just how perfect it was. On arrival we was made to feel welcome and great to meet the owner rather than turning up and getting the keys from a key box and having to work things out for ourselves. Just walking into the entrance hall was amazing seeing the beautiful tree and beautiful staircase, our excitement continued when being shown around the rest of the house with all of the rooms beatifully decorated and all well equipped, we have all agreed that the beds were the best we have ever slept in. Preparing christmas dinner was a ride in the park with the size of the kitchen and the amount of kitchenware available to us and to finish it off eating in the dining room with the lovely table and decorations, we felt like we were having a banquet. Another room that was used all of the time was the games room, there are consoles, sky TV and lots of movies availabe, the kids loved it and not forgetting the sonos system that sounded great especially with the christmas music playing.
We ate in the Grapes hotel which was nice and very convenient and also in the Eskdale hotel in Langholm on boxing day which was also very nice. The property is in a lovely location with everything you need and the locals are very friendly.
I could go on about this property for alot longer and I know it will always stay in my mind as a very special christmas that we spent there. We hope to return In the future.
David's Birthday Bash
The House lived up to its 5 star rating.
Beautiful surroundings Quality fixtures, superbly equipped kitchen and public rooms which adapt to any occasion.
Excellent catering from local Copshaw Kitchen, highly recommend.
Family and friends enjoyed a comfortable and relaxing break at "Dalkeith House" and would hope to return in the future.
Margaret and David Sands.
Family Birthday Celebration
Dalkeith House is a beautiful Georgian House with a nice garden in the lovely village of Newcastleton. It is exceptionally well maintained and the owners have thought of everything to make your stay perfect. We came for a family birthday with some family staying in the house and others staying in hotels just along the road. We spent a great afternoon doing activities at Rock UK about a mile away - zip wires private hire of pool etc and in the evening a buffet was provided by local caterers Copshaw Kitchen. They served drinks and canapés in the entrance hall which was perfect for a large gathering and making toasts from the beautiful staircase. Food was great and better still all the washing up taken care of!
This is a great venue for a celebration or a relaxing holiday. Plenty of room in the house - lovely large sitting room and TV /games room for the kids. Photos don't really do the house justice. Lovely walks locally and a golf course at edge of village.
We have stayed in a lot of luxury houses and villas but this is definitely one of the best. We had a great time and Barbara the owner was very helpful with the organisation of our celebration. We will definitely be back.
Fabulous Holiday!
What a fantastic holiday had by all at Dalkeith House. This s truly 5star accommodation and caters for every need, nothing at all has been forgotten! Fabulous walks and cycles. Newcastleton has amazingly friendly locals. We had drinks in the hotels and The Trap and also ate in both the Olive Tree and the Copshaw Kitchen. Absolutely gorgeous food, would definitely recommend. The welcome lemon drizzle cake was appreciated also the butcher's sausage rolls were the tastiest we have ever had! Will definitely revisit this amazing property, thank you Barbara.
A beautiful house - didn't want to leave!
We were looking forward to seeing the house after the photos made it look so beautiful. We weren't disappointed! Dalkeith House is a fantastic place to stay with the most comfortable beds we have ever slept in. The kitchen is extremely well equipped, the garden is a peaceful sun trap and the living areas are superb. Our boys especially enjoyed the games room with X-box and huge tv.
We spent two half days at Whitehaugh Park taking part in adventurous activities - highly recommended. Everyone we met was friendly and welcoming. The Copshaw Kitchen was superb, both for evening meal and take away.
A highly recommended destination for a short break!
Beautiful Georgian house with all modern amenities made for an excellent venue for a reunion of friends for a long weekend. The house was loved by young and old alike with the kids loving the TV/ games room and the adults the drawing room with log burner. The entrance hallway and stairwell is particularly stunning and a first class Sonos sound system throughout the public rooms certainly added to the enjoyment of our stay. The village itself was a real gem in the Scottish Borders with plenty of choice of eateries and take away establishments for such a rural location. It was also a great half way location for our group who were half from the east and half from the west coast. A fantastic weekend was had by all.
From the Owner
"Dalkeith House used to be the one of the village manse' and is significantly bigger then the church is was linked too! It has had a varied history since being rebuilt in circa 1850, its most recent claim to fame was as part of the Barbour factory. The top floor used to house about 30 machinists who sat by the very large windows giving extra light, sewing with wares. It now has 5 very large double bedrooms and 4 bathrooms instead!"
Activity and Interests
Newcastleton is off the beaten track but once you find us you wont need to leave unless you want bright lights and designer shopping! Nestled in the Liddesdale valley it is known locally as Copshaw Holm and was founded in 1793 by the Duke of Buccleuch. Not much has changed since then but we do have broadband and mobile phone cover!
The village is perfect for families or friends spread north and south, east or west as we are located only 30 minutes drive from the M6/M74 corridor making it very accessible.
Surrounded by the Liddesdale hills it is the perfect spot to catch your breathe, relax and rejuvenate.
Prices and Availability
Rental rates
|Rental Period
|Minimum Price
|Additional Nights
|Weekend Night
|Event Price
April - May
21 Apr 2017 - 25 May 2017
2 night minimum stay
for 2 nights
May - Jun
26 May 2017 - 29 Jun 2017
2 night minimum stay
for 2 nights
Jul-Aug 2017
30 Jun 2017 - 31 Aug 2017
7 night minimum stay
for 7 nights
Sep - Oct 2017
1 Sep 2017 - 26 Oct 2017
2 night minimum stay
for 2 nights
Nov - Dec
27 Oct 2017 - 22 Dec 2017
2 night minimum stay
for 2 nights
Christmas 2017
23 Dec 2017 - 29 Dec 2017
7 night minimum stay
for 7 nights
New Year 2017
30 Dec 2017 - 5 Jan 2018
7 night minimum stay
for 7 nights
My Standard Rate
2 night minimum stay
for 2 nights
Additional pricing information
|Refundable Damage Deposit
|Pet Fee
|Cot with linen
|Tax Rate
We try to be as flexible as we can so please ask if you would like to arrive depart on a different day than illustrated. We will accommodate if we can. We are happy to extend check out to noon for short breaks if possible, this will be confirmed on arrival.
Owner's Cancellation Policy
- 50% refund for cancellations more than 30 days before check-in date.
- 100% refund for cancellations more than 60 days before check-in date.
- 12
- Available
- 12
- Unavailable
From the Owner
"Perfect location for a get away from it all experience. Everything is on your doorstep; park up and enjoy a relaxing weekend; woodland walks, riverside strolls, cafes, pubs and restaurants. A great spacious home from home with something for everyone."
Property Type
- house
- Away From It All
- Family
- Romantic
- Hair Dryer
- Heating ...
- Internet ...
- Iron & Board
- Linens Provided
- Living Room
- Parking
- Telephone ...
- Towels Provided
- Tumble Dryer
- Washing Machine
- Wood Stove ...
- Coffee Maker
- Dishwasher
- Freezer
- Kitchen ...
- Microwave
- Oven
- Refrigerator
- Hob
- Toaster
- Child's Highchair
- Dining ...
- Dining Room
- Books
- DVD Player
- Games ...
- Music Library
- Satellite / Cable ...
- Stereo
- Television
- Video Library
Pool / Spa
- Private Pool ...
- suitable for elderly or infirm
Location Type
- rural
- village
- autumn foliage
- churches
- forests
- museums
- playground
- recreation centre
- restaurants
- ruins
Leisure Activities
- bird watching
- outlet shopping
- scenic drives
- sight seeing
- walking
Local Services & Businesses
- groceries
Sports & Adventure Activities
- cycling
- fishing
- fly fishing
- golf
- hiking
- mountain biking
- sailing
- swimming
- water skiing
Floor Area
- 3000 m²
- Family Bathroom - Toilet, Bath with Shower
- Peach Bathroom - Toilet, Bath with Shower
- Red bathroom - Toilet, Shower Enclosure
- Gold bathroom - Toilet, Bath with Shower
- Red room has walk in shower en suite, all other bathrooms (3) have baths and showers. Fluffy white towels and toiletries are provided. All bedrooms have hair dryers. An iron and ironing board are provided.
- 5 Bedrooms, Sleeps 10
- Bedroom 1 - 1 Extra Lg. Double Bed, 1 Cot, Superking double with en suite shower room
- Bedroom 3 - 2 Single Bed, Twin room with 3 ft superior single beds & en suite bathroom
- Bedroom 4 - 1 Extra Lg. Double Bed, Superking double or can be 2 twins, large family bathroom
- Bedroom 5 - 2 Single Bed, Twin beds both 3 ft superior shares large family bathroom
- Bedroom 2 - 1 Extra Lg. Double Bed, Superking double with en suite bathroom
- Description of sleeping capacity: Sleeps 10 (5 Bedrooms) Notes on bedrooms: Red room, super king double with en suite shower room, Peach room superior twins with en suite bathroom, Gold room super king double with en suite bathroom, Blue room can be either super king double or twin sharing the large family bathroom with pink room which is a twin. Can provide additional low level bed (£50 charge)
- Bicycles ...
- Terrace
- Golf ...
- Garden
- Barbecue
- Tennis ...
- 1 bicycles
- Self-catering
House Rules
- Max. occupancy: 10
- non smoking only
- pets considered ...
- children welcome
- Notes on accommodation: Parking is in the village square immediately outside the house. It is ample and FREE. A secure lock up is provided for bikes, rods or clubs. Outside: Large patio and sunken terrace with arbour, beautiful flower beds from Spring to Autumn. Plenty of seating for 10 in sun trap making it ideal for sun downers or spending the day outside. BBQ provided. Large wood store and secure lock up for bikes, rods and clubs Utility Room: Washing machine Tumble dryer Cleaning / Towels / Linen / Maid service: All bed linen and towels are provided along with toiletries and kitchen basics. A maid service can be provided if required for additional cost.


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Hi! I'm back with (miraculously enough) an actual one-shot for Vampire Knight. The friend who was supposed to let me know if it was any good unfortunately shares in my procrastination problem, so I have no prior input on this thing...which is why you should leave a review! n.n Anywho, hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think.
Standard Disclaimer Applies...fine, I'll say it: I do not, in any way, shape, or form, own Vampire Knight. Just my sugar cookie and its guacamole dip.
A Night Off
"Alright, Seiren-san," Yuuki declared, "it's been decided."
Seiren resisted the strong instinct to run for cover. In the ten years she had been protecting Yuuki-sama since Kaname-sama's death, she had quickly learned to identify this particular stance and tone with ideas the pureblood was determined to see come to fruition. More often than not, these ideas involved "helping" someone. Seiren quickly ran through her mental list. Whose lives had Yuuki-sama not meddled with in the past year?
Let's see, Senri-san was finally "encouraged" enough to propose to Tooya-san, with Yuuki-sama all but using her pureblood status to order him to do it. The human, Yori-chan, "agreed" to take a position as a Day Class teacher at Cross Academy. Souen-san "volunteered" to go out recruiting more students for the Night Class. The headmaster "decided" to hold a Spring Formal for the Day and Night Classes together. Kain-san wisely stayed away during the helping frenzy. And Kiryu-san made it through an entire night without touching his gun. Miracles happened.
Still, that only left a very few people that Yuuki-sama could mean. In fact, it only left two people close enough to the family that Yuuki-sama would feel entitled to interfering with their lives. Seiren began praying with all her might that her charge was referring to the other, although she didn't harbor much hope as Yuuki-sama had mentioned frequently in recent days how "Seiren-san is too serious…she needs to relax, maybe get a boyfriend."
"We're giving you the night off!" Yuuki announced.
Was that all? Hallelujah, her prayers had been answered! Not that Seiren would even consider leaving the last of the Kuran line alone for one night, using the time for herself, but at least her fears about Yuuki-sama's intentions proved completely unfounded.
"And to make sure you actually relax," Yuuki continued, oblivious to the pained, frozen expression on Seiren's normally stern face, "I've asked a friend of mine to take you out."
Yuuki was grinning happily from ear to ear. Seiren couldn't believe this: Yuuki-sama –last of the Kuran, the person Seiren had sworn to spend her life protecting –had set her up on a blind date. Okay, she could believe it. This was the type of mischievous match-making the pureblood princess thrived on, but it was still enough to make Seiren reconsider her self-imposed life of servitude. But she was a soldier and she would follow her orders, no matter how much she loathed them.
The sun was barely down, the dirty breakfast dishes had yet to be cleared from the table, and Seiren was already deep in the midst of her worst nightmare, sitting on the front steps of the Moon Dormitory, waiting for her "date." She imperceptibly cringed at the very word. Still, things could have gone a lot worse. As it was, she was still wearing her usual capris and a t-shirt instead of that horrid, pink dress Yuuki-sama forcefully suggested.
A simple black car pulled up the drive. Seiren stretched out her senses, trying to get some idea of who was inside. She got nothing, not even the slightest indication of a presence. This wasn't necessarily bad: it meant that whoever Yuuki-sama had called was at least a high-ranking aristocrat among vampires. It took more than the average bloodsucker to hide from Seiren.
Yuuki rushed out the large front doors, small backpack swinging from her arm, calling, "Seiren-san, wait a sec!"
At the sight of Yuuki, the mysterious stranger finally gathered the courage to leave his car. And who should arise from the driver's seat but Ichijo Takuma?
If Seiren had been any other vampire, this situation might have pressed her to violence. Instead, she merely stood and turned a glare to rival that of Kiryu on Yuuki who, having much experience in evading such signs of displeasure, innocently looked elsewhere. It figured that Yuuki-sama would try to kill the last two "unhappy" people on her list with one blow.
Meanwhile, Ichijo had walked up to the steps and stood directly behind the glowering vampire. "Seiren-chan, it's been a long time!" he greeted.
After Kaname's death, Ichijo had not stayed long at Cross Academy. His visits were frequent but always impossibly brief, and often, years passed between Seiren's actual conversations with the former vice-president.
"Yes, it has, Ichijo-san," Seiren replied in her typical tone of formal severity. "I apologize for the long trip you must have taken. Had I known of Yuuki-sama's intentions beforehand, I should have cancelled this excursion."
Yuuki was sweating profusely, unsure of how even easy-going Takuma-kun would respond to such a blatant "I don't want to do this."
After a short moment of shock, Ichijo's smile returned, and he countered, "In that case, I'm very glad Yuuki-chan didn't tell you. It's been too long since I last visited, and this surprise gave me the perfect excuse to get away from business."
Throughout the entire conversation, Seiren had not once removed her fixed glare from Yuuki. For a moment, all was still.
Seeing this awkward silence as the perfect chance for a clean getaway, Yuuki hastily thrust the small bag into Seiren's hands. "Have a good time, you two!" With that, she dashed back into the Moon Dormitory, slamming the door behind her and effectively crushing Seiren's last hope for escape.
Seiren couldn't tear her searing gaze from the closed door, hoping she might burn a hole in it. She could feel the beginnings of what was sure to be a monstrous headache. Fights to the death and constant danger she could handle. Dates? Relaxation? This was completely uncharted territory.
Kaname-sama never gave her this much trouble.
"Well," Ichijo coughed. "Shall we go then?"
Finally turning to face him, Seiren caught her first glimpse of Ichijo-san's face in years, shining in the moonlight. And her first thought was to permanently wipe that ever so slightly teasing smirk off his face, preferably by means of a few well-placed punches.
He opened the car door for her like the gentleman he was raised to be, and she got in without protest though her knuckles were white as she clutched the bag Yuuki-sama had given her.
Ichijo-san hadn't changed much since the old days. He wore his blond hair in the same style. His green eyes still sparkled with some inner joy. Although, he seemed to be more reserved than he was before Kaname-sama died.
"So, Seiren-chan, are you ready for a fun night?" he asked, bouncing into the driver's seat, his smile blazing a little too brightly.
Scratch that. He was still every bit the overly energetic goofball he had always been.
Taking her silence as an affirmative, he started up the car and pulled out of Cross Academy, the smile never fading from his face.
Seiren was mortified beyond words. Not only was she on a blind date, but she was on one with her former superior. Technically speaking, he still outranked her. It didn't help that the car he drove was obviously the latest model equipped with every convenience. It screamed "spoiled rich boy"—the type she had always avoided.
The tense silence was making Ichijo uneasy, so he ended it. "Ah, Seiren-chan, what did you do for fun as a kid?"
The female vampire turned a bewildered stare on him in disbelief. The idiot was still beaming cluelessly, speeding the car down dark country roads. Her childhood was absolutely none of his business. Besides, he had never shown much interest in her personal life before, and he had no right to start now. However, she could be civil and make conversation. She would be civil, if only for Yuuki-sama's sake.
"I trained," Seiren replied succinctly. She would speak, but no more than necessary.
Undeterred by her lack of responsiveness, Ichijo plunged on. "Me too! Actually, I still dabble with the sword a bit here and there." He motioned to the back seat with his head, and Seiren glanced at the sheathed samurai blade. "Besides that, I mostly hung out with Kaname-kun and the others." Here, he paused. His smile drifted into sad memories. Seiren did not consider herself an emotional person, but the sting of losing Kaname-sama was still fresh. She could only imagine how much more Ichijo-san felt the pain, but he hid it well.
Silence reigned again, but now the two vampires were connected by their loss. That common bond helped lessen Seiren's discomfort over the whole situation, if only a little.
But Ichijo never could take quiet, especially permeated by grief and sorrow. He forced his cheer to reappear. "But I don't remember seeing you when we were younger. In fact, I don't think I met you until we entered Cross Academy, Seiren-chan."
"Of course you never saw me before Cross Academy, you idiot, because I was unworthy," was what she wanted to say, but Seiren knew how to remain composed, even when greatly vexed. "Our families ran in different circles," she cautiously explained, the weight of their social differences bearing down on her like a great burden. While she was still certainly of aristocratic heritage, Seiren's family had long since occupied the lowest level of that sphere of influence. Her blood was barely tainted with human ancestry, but the formermain line of her family had developed a trend of marrying mortals that displaced them from high vampire society. As a penance of sorts for this dishonor, Seiren's line had taken it upon itself to always protect the few remaining purebloods, hence, her position as bodyguard to both Kaname-sama and Yuuki-sama.
Completely unaware of the open wound on which he was dumping truckloads of salt, Ichijo kept at it. "But I'm sure I must have seen you at least once or twice at those huge holiday parties or something."
Either he did not sense how displeased Seiren was with this train of thought, or else he was ignoring it. There was no way he could have run into her before the Academy because her family was, not only never invited to those gatherings, but they were purposely excluded. Seiren wasn't even allowed near Kaname-sama to perform her duty until he moved into the Moon Dormitory, outside the influence of traditional vampire society. There was a reason she never revealed her family name at the Academy. It would have created too much animosity among the Night Class, and she did not want to trouble Kaname-sama with her family's dishonor.
"How much farther?" she asked. The surrounding scenery had held no interest for Seiren before, but now she realized that they were far from any place she recognized. And there were no other cars on the road.
"Only a few more minutes," Ichijo gauged. Glancing at the bag his companion still held in a death grip, he inquired, "What did Yuuki-chan give you?"
Seiren had completely forgotten about the parcel. Now that she looked at it, she realized that, tonight, anything from Yuuki-sama should have been unceremoniously dumped in a bush on the way out. Fearing the worst, and knowing that no optimistic stronghold could prevent it, she tentatively unzipped the top. A bundle of black sat bunched up inside. When Seiren felt the material between two fingers, her eyes widened in horror.
Ichijo couldn't stand the suspense. "So, what is it?" he pried, voice as happy as a chipmunk's.
Well, there was no way in this world or the next that Seiren was going to tell Ichijo-san that Yuuki-sama had packed a black swimsuit for her. Miraculously, it appeared to be a one-piece instead of a revealing bikini, but that made no difference in the grand scheme of things. Feigning absolute indifference, she quickly re-zipped the backpack and tossed it into the back seat without taking her eyes off the road. A thousand demons could not possess her to wear that tonight.
Ignoring the driver's queries, she redirected the conversation with her usual lack of tact. "Where exactly are we going, Ichijo-san?"
His smile grew even wider and more mischievous, if that was possible. "Isn't it obvious, Seiren-chan? We're going to the beach!" Ichijo chirped.
"Furious" seemed too tame a word to describe Seiren's current mood. After all, could Yuuki-sama have planned anything more romantic than a night swimming expedition, most likely in complete privacy? Promptly drowning herself upon arrival was sounding more than a little tempting.
"We're here!" Speak of the execution grounds. There was no parking lot or anything else to mark where the long country road first found the beach. Ichijo just pulled the car off to the side near the water.
Seiren wanted to wring Yuuki-sama's skinny neck for how picturesque the whole setting was as soon as she left the safety of the car. Warm, white sand surrounded her bare feet and stretched off into the distance in either direction. The dark waves quietly lapped at the shore, and a full moon illuminated the wide expanse of sea. It was nearly enough to drive Seiren to grand auto theft and desertion.
Ichijo grabbed a bundle from the trunk and set up the cooler and large blanket a short distance from the water. Seiren half-expected him to start shouting loudly, begging her to come play in the ocean with him or something equally ridiculous. However, Ichijo-san's whole demeanor had changed the moment he stepped foot on the beach. Seiren didn't know if this place held special memories or what, but Ichijo-san was exhibiting his more serious side. It was one she'd seen increasingly since Kaname-sama's death, but it still seemed a little out of place: a reminder of how much things had changed. Or maybe Seiren just never had the opportunity to see this Ichijo-san when they were both at the academy.
He tore his gaze from the moonlit sea when he felt her stare. Had she been staring? "It's peaceful here, isn't it?" he asked softly, as if afraid of breaking some fragile dream.
Seiren nodded mutely. The quiet was something they could both appreciate. It was rare to find moments like these in the midst of work and business, especially with Yuuki-sama. Ichijo looked back to the waves, and Seiren's eyes followed. Every shadow and glimmer held her spellbound, the wind lightly teasing at her face, pulling her towards the water.
Apparently, Ichijo felt the same pull for he walked directly into the breaking waves, still fully clothed. It was a warm night and time wasn't an issue, but Seiren had a feeling he'd be more than a little cold later. It would serve the idiot right. Besides, didn't he know that swimming alone at night could be dangerous, even for a vampire? But he did look majestic, taking long strides through the shallows, the waves crashing against his legs…until he tripped on something and fell face first into the salty ocean, arms flailing wildly for balance that refused to be found. Was this really a powerful vampire aristocrat?
Even though there shouldn't have been any danger within a few square kilometers, Seiren kept the spot where Ichijo-san went under in her peripheral vision. A few minutes passed. He hadn't come up for air. Not even an extra bubble marred the gently swaying water. Seiren began casually scanning the surface, searching for some speck of the blond moron. A few more minutes passed.
He was nowhere to be seen.
Badly wanting to mutter something about the evils of men in general and Ichijo Takuma in particular, Seiren reluctantly waded into the shallows towards her "date's" last known location. He hadn't gone out that far. She must be close. It couldn't be much—splash.
Her legs were literally pulled out from under her. By hands. As Seiren sat there, the water swirling around her shoulders, a head popped up in front of her. There sat the former vice-president in all his drenched glory, grinning like a buffoon—a buffoon with a small blue straw sticking out of his mouth.
After he took the breathing apparatus out of his mouth and shook his head like a dog, spraying droplets of water across Seiren's dry hair and face, he said, "Isn't the water perfect, Seiren-chan? I'm so glad I brought this straw with me! It's so much fun staying underwater that long!"
Seiren was completely speechless. Words had completely abandoned her. What insane twist of fate left her alone with one of the stupidest men in the world for an entire night? She was still in a state of utter shock.
A cold wind gusted through the air prompting the two swimmers to shiver in its wake. This was exactly why Seiren had not wanted to get wet, and now they were both completely soaked with no spare clothing to change into.
"We should probably get out and start drying off, Seiren-chan," Ichijo suggested. Not waiting for a response, he stood up and tossed his beloved straw into the dark depths, his wet clothes clinging to him. He littered! Then, without any warning, he took two steps forward, bent down, and easily lifted Seiren out of the water in his arms.
On the one hand, saving her the trouble of walking back to the beach was the least Ichijo-san could do after playing that stupid prank. He probably didn't even realize that he'd played a prank. And it was much warmer being held by someone in the rapidly cooling night air that was conspiring against Seiren with its now constant bursts of freezing wind. But even if this was a "date," she was no damsel in distress that needed to be carried around. In her current position, she was not a happy vampire.
Mistaking his sack of potato's trembles of anger for shivering, Ichijo held Seiren more tightly against his chest. He had never been this close to her before. In fact, he doubted anyone had. The thought made him a little nervous but excited.
He should have listened to the nervous side of his brain for at that moment, unable to contain herself any longer, Seiren lashed out for a kick at Ichijo's head, using the momentum to spin out of his grasp. Her landing in the water was less than graceful and managed to re-soak her entire body. Ichijo, meanwhile, had fallen back into the ocean as well while avoiding the foot aimed at his face. If he had been a second slower, she might have caught his eye or nose. What would the Day Class fans have said if they saw their beautiful Takuma-kun after so many years with bruises and blood?
Seiren rose from the water, wet hair hanging in her eyes, satisfied that the "no touch" message was sufficiently conveyed. Ichijo sat there for a moment longer before pulling a resigned half-smile back to his face and following her back to the shore.
He should have known better than to pick up the temperamental vampire, but it wasn't as if he had agreed to this night out just to please Yuuki-sama. He was here for reasons of his own, rest assured, all of them completely honorable. Still, it was hard to hold back and tiptoe around all Seiren's emotional and physical barriers.
She carefully sat down on the far edge of the blanket, her predatory grace returned from its absence in the water. This night was turning out to be one hundred percent the total disaster she'd predicted, and they weren't even an hour into it. How was she supposed to survive this? Now, this was no time to panic. Really, as long as Ichijo-san didn't do anything else stupid, how bad could things get?
It was at this point that Ichijo realized just how cold the night was and just how long it was going to take him to dry off in his soaked clothes. So, he did what any rational guy would do in his situation: he took off his shirt. He figured it would help his skin dry more quickly and thus, allow him to warm up. It wasn't outside the realm of genteel behavior for a guy to remove his shirt at the beach. In fact, he probably would have been well within the realm of courtesy to strip down to his boxers, too, but thankfully, some small corner of his brain reminded him that Seiren would have been less than pleased at that prospect. Well, that's what the rational part of his brain thought.
Seiren was by no means a boy-obsessed fangirl who drooled at the sight of a hot guy, but even she was a little stunned to see Ichijo-san in such informal attire, or lack thereof. Sure, she knew he was a boy, but she had never really pictured a lean body of hard muscle underneath his preppy clothes and childish laughs. It was hard to think of him as an annoying kid she was forced to go out with when a man sat not three feet away. Life would have been so much easier if he'd just left his shirt on.
The wind was back with a vengeance, and despite her best efforts, Seiren found herself shivering nonstop. Hey, even vampires can catch cold. Ichijo didn't look like he felt a thing, and once again, Seiren was sorely tempted to either steal his car and desert him or wipe the smug look off his face. Sadly, her loyalty to Yuuki-sama was still strong enough to prevent her from following either course of action.
She was cold. It wasn't that hard to tell. She was shaking enough to create her own miniature earthquake. Okay, he had forgotten to bring towels since he hadn't planned on actually swimming, but Ichijo could still help her get warm. They could wait in the car for a while and turn on the heater! No, that would make too much sense. He had it!
Seiren felt her corner of the blanket shift slightly. In one smooth motion, Ichijo pulled it out from under her, sending sand flying into the wind, which promptly dumped it all over Seiren's head.
"Oh, sorry!" Ichijo cried out a little too happily. "Here, let me help you." The blanket thoughtlessly tossed aside, he started to lightly brush the sand out of her hair, but as soon as his hand touched her face, Seiren stopped him.
"Do not trouble yourself Ichijo-san," she ordered, firmly removing his other hand from her person.
While Seiren was busy swatting away the rest of the sticky sand, Ichijo recovered the blanket, sat down behind her with his legs spread out to either side, and wrapped the blanket around the two of them, holding it closed with his arms crossed around Seiren's shoulders. Never had a braver vampire walked the earth.
Torn between quickly tearing off Ichijo's head and slowly torturing him to death, Seiren slowly asked, her voice barely controlled, "Ichijo-san, what do you think you are doing?"
Smiling his goofy grin, even though he knew the girl in his arms couldn't see it, Ichijo replied, "I'm keeping you warm, Seiren-chan! Doesn't this feel better?"
Okay, it was a lot warmer inside a blanket, and Ichijo-san's body against her back was like a portable oven, but that did not make this position acceptable. She could just see Yuuki-sama's smug face if she ever found out. This was exactly the kind of romantic stupidity the pureblood wanted to see happen which was why Seiren was going to end it before anything else went wrong.
"Ichijo-san, I appreciate the kind thought, but could you please get off of me?"
Ichijo loosened his hold and stared at the dark horizon for a minute or two. "No." He was enjoying her discomfort too much. A moment of silence passed.
Seiren tried again. "May I ask why not?"
"I'm comfy," he stated.
The furious girl started muttering incoherent wishes for Ichijo to be struck by lightening, and he just nuzzled his head into her neck. Seiren froze. Before, he had been a little too familiar with her, considering that they had never been best friends or anything, but this had unquestionably crossed the line. She tried to get up, but she couldn't move. His wimpy arms, which she had only seen for the first time tonight in all their muscular glory, held her fast with no intention of moving.
"Besides," Ichijo continued, "it's easier to talk this close instead of shouting over the wind."
The poor girl sighed in defeat. Not to worry, though: she would bide her time, and when the opportunity presented itself, she would make Ichijo Takuma wish he'd never agreed to this date.
They sat like that for a while, staring out at the ocean, content with the peacefulness of it all, or at least, unable to escape from it. For someone who wanted to be closer for conversation, the boy was unusually quiet. Ichijo would stretch one hand up to fiddle with the ends of Seiren's hair every so often, but his firm grip holding her down never wavered. She tensed at the slightest touch from him at first but gradually came to ignore it.
She could have reached up and pried his hands away. Ichijo was many things, but he wouldn't force unwelcome touches on a lady who whole-heartedly refused. That seemed to be the problem: Seiren knew that, though she never outwardly expressed interest in "normal" relationships, as opposed to her duty-bound devotion to Yuuki-sama, some minuscule, hidden part of her actually wanted to know what it felt like to care for someone and be cared for. Unfortunately, dimwitted, ditsy Ichijo also appeared to have this figured out, which would explain why he was taking so much liberty in touching her. It wasn't anything inappropriate, but just enough to put her on edge. She hated that man.
"Seiren-chan?" he whispered into her ear.
How badly she missed the loud, obnoxious Ichijo who shouted everything from across a room! However, despite her internal raging, she noticed that Ichijo-san sounded a little hesitant, or nervous, and his arms were holding her with slightly increased force. He paused for what seemed like an eternity.
"Yes?" she prodded. She didn't have all night for this! Okay, technically she did, but that meant nothing.
"Seiren-chan, did you ever offer Kaname-kun your blood?"
That was the last question in the world she had ever expected to hear from Ichijo-san. It was too serious! Seiren had no delusions regarding Ichijo-san's intentions for this night. She was still his subordinate, and he was still her superior. Everything he'd done so far was just a big game to him, a joke, boredom relief. But that question popped her sturdy perceptions like a paper bag in the hands of a madman next to the perfect soufflé. No one could ask a question like that and pass it off as "making conversation."
She answered carefully, as she always did. "Kaname-sama never asked, so I never offered."
"But if he had asked, you would have given it to him?" Ichijo already had Seiren so close that there was no room to breathe, but he seemed unwilling to loosen his hold in the least, as if afraid she would disappear. He was afraid she would disappear, not physically, but mentally and emotionally. Ichijo was deathly afraid that the dutiful, reticent girl in his arms would hide away behind her barriers and excuses and never give him a chance. His fears weren't exactly unfounded either considering Seiren's outstanding track record of keeping everyone at arm's length.
Both vampires were acutely aware of how strained every second of silence felt. The soothing sound of the waves crashing on the shore now roared and resounded like a thundering waterfall. The shining moon stared down with unfaltering scrutiny. The warm blanket was feeling more and more like a straitjacket. Seiren had been in there long enough.
"Thank you for your assistance, Ichijo-san, but I am warm enough now." She tried to move again, but to her great astonishment, Ichijo's steadfast hold on her did not give an inch. This was ridiculous. He may have been her superior, the son of one of the most powerful families in the vampire Senate, and a fairly strong man in his own right, but he was not going to hold her there against her will any longer.
Well, that was her plan. Ichijo had other ideas. He swiftly shifted his arms to pin Seiren's arms against her sides while bringing one knee into the air, so he could brace the struggling girl's body against his leg. She was strong, but he was stronger, as long as she hadn't packed any of her needles. Those might present a small problem. Luckily for him, Yuuki hid every last one of them a full five hours before even mentioning the date to the volatile warrior.
Seiren was weaponless and, much as she hated to admit it, stuck. This wasn't exactly how she planned on spending the night, especially since she'd been dealing with an Ichijo she barely recognized ever since they set foot on the stupid beach.
For once, Ichijo's easily distracted and amused mind was dead serious and zeroed in on one question. He repeated, "Would you have given it to him?"
Sighing and forcing her body to relax, which meant she was all but leaning against Ichijo's chest, she quietly answered, "It would not have been my place to refuse."
It took a few minutes to digest that. Seiren never gave transparent answers. There was always a riddle or two to be untwisted. Still, Ichijo surmised that Seiren never wanted to give her blood to Kaname-kun, but if a pureblood demanded it of her, she couldn't say no, especially with her family's position. The thought lifted his spirits the tiniest bit, but it didn't make his hold on Seiren any looser.
The dreaded silence returned, only slightly less ominous than before. "Kaname-kun always used to say," Ichijo interjected, "that we only drink other vampires' blood to forget about what we really want, but can't have. And it never lasts. Sooner or later, the pain returns."
He turned his head into Seiren's neck again, but this time, he pressed his mouth to the little hollow where her shoulder began. He could hear the blood pulsing just below the surface. His fangs lengthened, and he lightly scraped them across the skin, tongue darting out to catch a taste before he pulled away. Only when the rush of blood faded from his hearing did Ichijo realize that, throughout his bloodthirsty episode, Seiren had sat completely still. The guilt and shame that should have washed over him did not come. Instead, he felt oddly elated. His guard was down: she could have thrown him back into the ocean, and he would have deserved it for giving in to the blood lust, even if he didn't actually take anything. She just sat there. Either she was warming up to him, she didn't want to explain to Yuuki-chan how he mysteriously drowned, or she couldn't drive a stick shift and needed him to get back to the academy.
"I'm sorry, Seiren-chan," Ichijo apologized. What else could he do? Buy her an apology gift basket? However, as long as they were on the topic of drinking vampire blood, he figured he might as well ask. That, and it didn't look like Seiren was going to say "apology accepted" with a smile and move on like nothing happened. "Seiren-chan, if I asked, would you give me your blood?"
The silence stretched on and on, and Ichijo strained his ears for some whisper of an answer. At length, she said, in a voice louder than a whisper, "If it would help lessen your pain, Ichijo-san, I would allow you to drink my blood."
The poor boy almost leaped for joy, but he restrained himself. If he got up, now that Seiren was on guard, he probably wouldn't get to hold her again for a few decades.
He schooled his expression into a mask of seriousness, lowered his mouth back towards her ear, and murmured softly, "There's only one problem with that, Seiren-chan: I don't want your blood." It was a good thing Ichijo couldn't see her face, because he would have laughed hysterically at the confused expression she wore. Why was he asking about drinking her blood if he didn't want it? "I want the heart it flows through," he clarified.
Seiren was absolutely speechless. Unless Ichijo-san was a closet cannibal with a special affinity for hearts, he had just said he loved her. What was she supposed to say? She knew that tonight had awakened the part of her that longed for a friend, the annoying part she kept locked away. Ichijo-san's words promised her a life-long friend, but she wasn't going to commit to anything recklessly. Vampire society hated her family enough as it was. The last thing she needed was to be accused of aiming above her station. For all she knew, his words came from the heat of the moment and would mean nothing tomorrow.
"If you are looking for an answer, Ichijo-san, I'm afraid I can't give you one right now."
"I know, Seiren," he breathed out, slowly turning her around in his arms until they were face to face, "but you have all the time in the world to figure it out. I'll wait." It was odd. From a distance, Ichijo's face had always looked so delicate and carefree, but up close, there were nearly invisible stress lines and a hard, stubborn set to his jaw. He meant it: he wasn't going anywhere. "But," he continued with the old mischievous glint back in his eyes, "in the meantime, I expect you to call me Takuma. Not Takuma-san, not Takuma-kun. Just Takuma."
"Idiot" sounded much more appropriate at the moment, but Seiren could compromise. She'd call him by his first name, and he would let her stand up. Her legs had fallen asleep hours ago due to poor circulation. "Very well...Takuma," she acquiesced.
Finally hearing his name in her voice broke the last of his restraint. Takuma laid a long, gentle kiss on Seiren's lips. He intended to have her heart someday, and her maybe her blood as a bonus, but for now, he was content with a simple kiss.
"Ichi--I mean, Takuma, I believe we should return to Cross Academy now. The sun will be up soon."
He glanced at his watch and groaned in dismay, his forehead dropping down to Seiren's shoulder. It figured that the sun would threaten him with third degree burns just when he was finally getting somewhere. Oh well, who was he to argue with Mother Nature when he had forgotten his umbrella? The two slowly stood, stretched out their stiff limbs, gathered up the forgotten blanket and cooler, and trudged back to the car. Despite doing very little during the night, they were tired and looking forward to a good day's sleep.
The drive back passed all too quickly for Takuma's taste. He would probably stay the day in the Moon Dorm, but after that, it was back to work and business as usual with no idea of when his next visit would be. It wasn't as if he planned to leave Seiren alone for years at a time again to wonder whether or not he'd been serious. His commitment and dedication would be made evident in the effort he exerted to see her as often as possible. Besides, if he didn't make time for more frequent trips to Cross Academy now, he'd probably be welcomed with a few broken bones upon each reentry. Seiren was being perfectly silent, but for once, he didn't force conversation on her. She had a lot to digest, and he had a lot of mental rescheduling to consider.
Yuuki had been anxiously glancing at the front gates and listening with all her might for strangled cries of pain all night. What good was it setting up two friends on a date if she was this worried that one of them would wind up dead? Unsure of whether the date was going well or Seiren needed extra time to find a properly secluded spot to hide the body, the pureblood princess kept a constant vigil at the front windows of the dorm from the moment classes ended. She wanted to skip school for the night, but Zero made her go; he said something about slacking off too much as a human and needing to break bad habits, though she hadn't been paying much attention to him at the time.
Just as she was beginning to lose hope of ever seeing poor Takuma-kun again, the car finally pulled up to the front steps. It was a good thing, too, considering how close they were to sunrise. Luckily for her not completely unexpected guest, Yuuki had kept Ichijo's room open for him during all the time he'd been away. You never knew when he would decide to pop away from work.
Ichijo rushed around the car to open Seiren's door for her, but she beat him to it and slammed the hard sheet of metal into his gut as a result, only to realize that she needed an extra second to reach into the back seat for Yuuki-sama's bag anyway. His whimpers of pain had mostly subsided by the time she got out. This clear exhibition of hostility had Yuuki worried beyond all reason. Not only did it appear that the date had gone horribly, but Seiren-san seemed to be unusually displeased; and an unhappy Seiren-san almost always meant the entire Moon Dorm walking on eggshells for the next week or so.
Not bothering to park his car in a less obvious location where it wouldn't inspire gossip for the Day Class, Ichijo followed Seiren into the quiet dormitory where most of the students had already retired for the day, maintaining a safe distance from the gently swinging bag she clutched in one hand, fearful of its possible use as a weapon. Back on academy grounds, Seiren was one-hundred percent soldier again and unwilling to allow the smallest display of affection, at least in front of anyone, and she knew for a fact that Yuuki-sama would be watching them like a vulture.
Sure enough, no sooner had they closed the front door behind them than Yuuki sprang into action, hugging Takuma and begging to know how the date was. Seiren was silent as the grave, but the glare she gave Ichijo, warning him not to give the pureblood any potential blackmail material, made Yuuki sure that something big happened. She gave Takuma-kun the big, sad puppy dog eyes he could never say no to.
Knowing that the overly sentimental boy would crack in the next few seconds, Seiren decided if it was going to happen, she had best disappear and not risk being driven to kill in front of a witness. "Forgive me, Yuuki-sama, but it has been a very long night. Good day, Ichijo-san."
She was halfway up the stairs when the sound of high-pitched giggles reached her ears. Whatever they were talking about, she didn't want to know. Seiren had enough to worry over as it was. Thank goodness she had forever to think over the former vice-president's proposal: with her dense head and even denser heart she would need it, especially since the guy in question was theforemost idiot in the world, Ichijo Takuma.
Wait a second! Why in the world did Ichijo like her anyway? And why did it take him ten years to work up the nerve to say it? Oh well, she could pound that out of him in the evening after a good day's sleep, and after she found her mysteriously missing needles.


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Dear Warrior...
Stab, stab, stab! You know that feeling when it would hurt less to have a knife plunged into your heart than to go through what you're going through?
I'll spare you the details, but a lot of things - rejections, self-failures, depressed feelings (oh, whatever! I think I have depression, so I'll call it such!!!), DEPRESSION, all those little things - have added up to an insane degree.
Oh, by the way, I self-harmed yesterday.
Yes, that's right. It started out by simply (though self-harm is rarely simple) scratching my wrist til it turned red, then grabbing something sharp (I won't tell you what, since I don't want to plant any ideas) and tearing at the skin on my ankle. It was so involuntary. I mean, yes, I could've stopped, but it was like I was in a daze. A madwoman I was, unflinchingly hurting myself over and over and over again until the gravity of what I was doing hit me.
That's the second time I've broken a promise not to self-harm. I dropped the object I'd been using and stared at my ankle, since that was where most of the damage occurred.
Ironically enough, I'd written "fighter" on my ankle the day before. The new scar is right next to that word. I didn't even notice until after I'd gone and self-harmed. It only served to make me feel even worse.
And I got on Facebook. And a friend had posted a status about recovering from self-harm. You have got to be kidding me.
I was shaking, physically shaking, because I suddenly couldn't believe I'd gone and failed like that. Whatever happened to my promise that I'd never inflict physical pain on myself, ever again? Whatever happened to God being the only thing I needed?
I didn't allow myself to think about what I'd done; I was right about to go into work (I got a job at a pizza place, yay! heh), and I didn't want to be an emotional wreck when I got there. So I did another stupid thing and blocked off all my emotions. Some people say that you can't turn emotions on and off like a lightswitch. Well, guess what. I can. So there.
My first instinct was, Nobody needs to know about this! Not my family, not my friends, not my therapist, not my fellow writers, not anybody! I shoved away all my feelings and went into work feeling totally okay.
On the way to work, my favorite song came on the radio - "Strong Enough to Save" by Tenth Avenue North. Talk about crazy!
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Foxhunter (1940–1959) was a champion show jumping horse ridden by Harry Llewellyn, best known for their part in securing Great Britain's only gold medal at the 1952 Summer Olympics (in the Team Jumping equestrian event).[1]
They also were part of the British Show Jumping Team at the 1948 Summer Olympics, winning the bronze medal, and at many other international events.[1]
Foxhunter and Llewellyn are the only horse and rider to win the King George V Gold Cup three times (in 1948, 1950, and 1953), and won 78 international competitions during their joint career.[1]
Llewellyn bought Foxhunter, a golden-bay gelding, in 1947 following a search that began by studying the records of every registered showjumper on file with the British Show Jumping Association.[2]
Foxhunter died in 1959, and was buried on the Blorenge mountain, between Abergavenny and Blaenavon. A memorial plaque listing Foxhunter's achievements marks the site and a car park is situated nearby.
The Foxhunter Championship for novice horses at the annual Horse of the Year Show was named after Foxhunter,[1] and was first held in 1954.[3]
- ↑ 1.0 1.1 1.2 1.3 Murphy, Genevieve (1999-11-07). "Sir Harry Llewellyn Bt" (obituary). The Independent. http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4158/is_19991117/ai_n14262399. Retrieved 2008-10-15.
- ↑ "Sir Harry Llewellyn CBE (1910-1999)". The Oundle Society web site. 2004. http://www.oundlesociety.org/SirHarryLlewellyn.asp. Retrieved 2008-10-15.
- ↑ "Horse and Hound celebrates 60 years sponsoring at HOYS". Horse of the Year Show web site. 2008-08-01. http://www.hoys.co.uk/blog/index.php/2008/08/01/horse-and-hound-celebrates-60-years-sponsoring-at-hoys. Retrieved 2008-10-15.
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hi guys you may see me a lot from now on, my name is Darren or Daz, i own a volvo tuning forum (Volvo Tuners) and currently breaking my beloved 270bhp V70 T5 R Replica, long story on that one but i want to go back to the cars i had before, i have had the following:
89 BMW 320i Touring
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I miss them a lot and miss the RWD fun, the T5 was fast but the FWD drove me crazy, here is a pic of my T5:
Anyway before i end up boring you all to death the plan is another E36 coupe, but really messed up with which i want, do i get a 325i and turbo it?? As i remember the 2.5 block being best to turbo???Or do i go down the V8 lump???
Let me know which you think will be best and also would like as much info on each conversion as possible, i prefer the idea of the turbo conversion and looking for the 400bhp mark??
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