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When The Moon Rises

When The Moon Rises

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The hunters are closing in... It's time for the Immortals to put their differences aside and band together for their survival.

4,463 readers have visited When The Moon Rises since Vix created it.

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Introduction

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.:. Owner .:.
Little Fox

.:. Co-GM(s)/Partner(s) In Crime .:.
BleedingLover

.:. Creative Credit .:.
All of this inspiration came from a friend of a friend of mine's mind. If you would like to the the amazing mastermind behind this beautiful RP. Look at their profile right here: Desire99600

.:. Theme Songs .:.

Seven Devils-Florence and The Machine
Radioactive-Imagine Dragons
Over The Love-Florence and The Machine



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The Rivalry
April 10th, 1781
An entry from the dairy of Danielle Cabelle
Coven leader of the Italian vampires

Dearest Diary,

It is April the Tenth in the year seventeen eighty-one and I've finally escaped their grasp. Three years of captivity and the Cacciatori have finally slipped up. They left the door to my cell unlocked to fetch something. So much for their "good little vampire."

I'm writing this in an alley. I know I do not have much time, they will notice my absence so I am making it my sole responsibility to warn future generations of my kind. Stay. Away. From. The. Human. Race. No matter how terribly you crave the blood in their veins or their awe of your beauty, stay away. They are destructive and wicked. Creatures from hell.

Fear the Cacciatori. They have connections in every city on this earth. They exist solely to hunt down the Immortals: Werecreatures, Faeries, Warlocks, Witches, and us. They are the cause for the Salem Witch trials as well as the rivalry between all immortals. No matter how powerful you are, I beg of you: do not challenge them alone.

They are human, but elite and great in number. They know of all our secrets and so I am cataloging theirs before they come for me. They exist in every city and know our vices. They are called the Cacciatori and adore symbols. Some of their common ones are birds of prey, the bow and arrow, Artemis (Greek goddess of the hunt), and the crescent moon. They have separated our kinds since the beginning of time. We used to be peaceful, us Immortals, living together in harmony. Now we absolutely cannot tolerate each other. The reason for this is the Cacciatori. They cause fighting and war between covens of night children (vampires), packs of Werewolves (werewolves), wards of warlocks, clans of witches, and guilds of faeries. That way, we are too absorbed in our own battles to see what is coming.

A storm.

Please, if you are reading this, I beg of you. Fear the Cacciatori. They've destroyed my coven, the most ancient and elite coven of night children in all of Italy, as well as the nearby Werewolf pack.

In one blow. Again I'll say it, set aside the rivalries. Other Immortals are not your enemies.

The Cacciatori are.

Footsteps. Howling. They're coming for me so I must go. They will take me back and kill me, hopefully it will be quickly. Dear God, they're here. It'll be anything but quick. A fellow prisoner of mine has shared with me a spell to keep this letter safe until it is once again needed. I hope I've said enough.

Farewell,
Danielle Cabelle
Coven leader of the Italian vampires 801 AD – 1781 AD


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The Plot
To humans, Alberto Molinelli and Danielle Cabelle are names with hardly a mention in a history book.

Danielle was one of the oldest Vampires of her time, as well as one of the greatest Leaders, beloved by those in her Coven. To the humans, she was simply a secretive yet very wealthy aristocrat of Italy. Among the community of the Immortals, Alberto Molinelli was a very old and very powerful Werewolf known among all Packs. But to humans, he was simply a talented carpenter from Milan.

But there are some humans who know the truth.

The Cacciatori. An elite band of humans stationed in every city on earth with the sole purpose of ridding the world of supernatural Immortals. Formed within the Catholic churches in Italy centuries ago, their numbers have grown massive and many have been born into their ranks, passing down traditions and beliefs from generation to generation. In Italian, the word Cacciatori means hunter. And that is exactly what they do. They hunt down Immortals with unmatched stealth and cunning, taking some for torture and killing the rest.

This had been the fate of both Alberto Molinelli and Danielle Cabelle. Slow and painful deaths by the hands of the Cacciatori.

And no one knew what happened. The Cacciatori covered it all up easily and the Immortals went on believing they were safe from harm. Superior.

Until now.

It is the year 2013 and in the small city of Rose lives a powerful vampire coven. Within the surrounding forests of Moon, a werewolf pack resides. Both living in constant rivalry of each other, hatred running wild. Disappearances from both parties occur left and right, each side blaming the other, sending the rivalry spinning out of control.

Until one night, the leader of the Vampire Coven comes across something interesting. The dead body of her closest friend and lying next to it, a small statue of Artemis, Greek goddess of the hunt. She inspected the body closely, but the woman seemed to have died of a knife wound. Not teeth and claws. The body was absent of fur as well as the scent of a werewolf. Whomever was doing this was not a werewolf, but someone else entirely.

That night, while getting ready for bed, her vision began to blur and a white light blinded her, filling the room with its glory. She'd thought she'd never see again, but slowly, the burning light died down and laying gently on her bed, was a little, yellowed piece of paper, withered with age.

Its contents: A diary entry from Danielle Cabelle explaining her full story. Why the spell on the letter had waited too long, she had no idea, but one thing was clear.

They had to defeat the Cacciatori.

Now here's where our story starts.

You must take at least one character from each of the three factions and at least one has to be of the opposite gender of the other two. Meaning, no reserving all males or all females.

The werewolves and vampires have finally realized that they cannot go on hating each other for it's only making them weaker and apparently their vendetta was a fraud. Or at least some of it. They have to join forces and to do this, so they move in together deep in the forest of Luna, living in the home of the werewolves and each member is assigned a partner of the opposite species that they must take everywhere. This method is intended to heal the rivalry as fast as possible as well as keep each other safe. For if anything happens to your partner and you do not help them or are not there, you are forced out to face the Cacciatori alone. The pack and the Coven are on constant watch for suspicious activity and continually preparing themselves for war.


The Coven of Rose
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| Mariette Le'Rouge| Coven Leader | 125 | Face Claim: Candice Swanepoel | Taken by Miss Nomer |

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| Zakhar Korzhakov | Leader's Right-hand | 429 | Face Claim: Colin O’Donoghue | Taken by JokerofSpades |

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| Coven Member | 302 | Face Claim: Stephen Moyer | Taken by Hallowed777 |

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| Genevieve Le'Rouge | 120 | Little Sister of Mariette Le'Rouge | Face Claim: Candice Accola | Taken by BleedingLover |

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| Jack DeCoste | Coven Member | 114 | Face Claim: Jamie Campbell Bower | Taken by Cloud |

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| Astrid | Coven Member | 1,218 | Face Claim: Julianne Hough | Taken by Little Fox |

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| Aeliana Holt | Coven Member | 1,091 | Face Claim: Saoirse Ronan | Taken by paokikipao/Emmie_Hoeller

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| Darcy | Coven Member | 439 | Face Claim: Arielle Kebbel | Taken by Kohananinja |




The Pack of Moon Forest

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| Michael Molinelli | Alpha | 42 | Big Brother of Ryder Molinelli | Face Claim: Joe Manganiello | Taken by Little Fox |

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| Ryder Molinelli | Beta | 22 | Little Brother of Michael Molinelli | Face Claim: Tyler Posey | Taken by Hallowed777 |

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| Leanna Jo Harper | Delta | 21 | Face Claim: Lyndsy Fonseca | Taken by Kohananinja |

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| Juliana Ramos | Scout | 22 |Face Claim: Vanessa Marano | Taken by Bleeding Lover |

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| Andrew Black | Hunter | 23 | Face Claim: Jared Padalecki | Taken by paokikipao/Emmie_Hoeller |

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| Scarlet Meade | Sentinel | 20 | Face Claim: Teresa Palmer | Taken by Cloud |

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| Luca Agani | Omega | 20 | Face Claim: Skylar Astin | Taken by Miss Nomer |

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| Stefano Klein | Omega | 18 | Face Claim: Colton Haynes | Taken by JokerofSpades |



The Cacciatori

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| Dr. Joseph Lennox | Leader | 46 | Face Claim: Ray Liotta | Taken by Kohananinja |

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| Sybil Parrish | Second in Command | 43 | Face Claim: Kate Beckinsale | Taken by Cloud |

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| Carla Medici | Cacciatori Member | 36 | Face Claim: Alessandra Ambrosio | Taken by JokerofSpades |

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| Victoria Calirillo | Cacciatori Member | 31 | Face Claim: Gemma Arterton | Taken by Hallowed777 |

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| Maxwell St. John | Cacciatori Member | 20 | Face Claim: Chris Zylka | Taken by BleedingLover |

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| Drago Caito | Cacciatori Member | 23 | Face Claim: Joesph Gordon-Levitt | Taken by Little Fox |

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| Landon Seymour | Cacciatori Member | 20 | Face Claim: Alexander Ludwig | Taken by Miss Nomer |

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| Alessa Lightwood | Cacciatori Member | 21 | Face Claim: Summer Glau | Taken by paokikipao |



Other Characters

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| Janelle Molinelli | 9 | Daughter of Micheal Molinelli | Werewolf | Face Claim: Mackenzie Foy | Taken by Little Fox |

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| Micheal Molinelli Jr. | 9 | Son of Micheal Molinelli Sr. | Werewolf | Face Claim: Max Charles | Taken by Little Fox |

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| Danny | 24 | Juliana Ramos' deaf boyfriend | Human | Face Claim: Sean Berdy | NPC - BleedingLover) |

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| Grace San Lorenzo | 25 | Juliana's cousin | Werewolf | Face Claim: Laura Marano | NPC |

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| Paolo Pagliarelli | 22 | Orphan Werewolf - Migrated to Rose from Palermo after his Pack was destroyed | Werewolf | Face Claim: Ross Lynch | NPC |

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| Mystery Man | Mysterious Figure | 2,437 | Face Claim: Alexander Skarsgard | NPC - Little Fox |



The Character Sheet
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  [font=timenewsroman][b]Name[/b]: First, middle, last.
  [b]Nickname[/b]: if any.
  [b]Age[/b]: The age your character
  [b]Race[/b]: What are they? Human, vampire, etc.
  [b]Powers:[/b] If Human then erase but if they are a mythical creature then what abilities do they possess? Super speed strength, tracking, etc.
  [b]Sexuality[/b]:..... Everyone should know what this means.

  [b]Likes[/b]: At least seven.
  [b]Dislikes[/b]: At least seven.
  [b]Fears[/b]: At least 3
  [b]Dreams:[/b] Everyone wants something out of life
  [b]Secrets[/b]: Everyone has them...

  [b]Personality[/b]: 2-4 well written paragraphs on your character's personality. We need good points as well as bad ones. No one is perfect.

  [b] Place of Origin[/b]: Where are they from in the world?

  [b]History[/b]: Two-three paragraphs minimum, please. Your character's life up until now, but keep to high points. Reading the life of a 100 year old vampire or witch might be a bit much, I mean... I love to read but that's just too much reading for just their history. So what I'm trying to say is to be a bit picky with what you choose to write down in that case.

[b]Theme Song (s):[/b] Optional

  [b]Anything else[/b]: Anything you need to underline about your character, or anything you just want to add. It can be talents or just physical notes, like a tattoo/piercing or whatever, but please keep in mind that vampires cannot be tattooed/pierced, unless it was done when they were human.[/font]



The Rules
1. Proper grammar and spelling. I understand a few typos here and there, but when they are everywhere... It's just ridiculous. At least make an attempt to check your spelling and grammar. Here, use this: http://www.polishmywriting.com/

2. Make your character detailed. I want to see length and effort. Make him/her unique and special. You are 100x more likely to be accepted if your character is interesting. When I read their sheet, I should feel like I know your character and I'm intrigued. No one-dimension cliches. Give your character some depth, man! Also, if you want a tip for being accepted- Make it pretty.

3. Stick to the plot please. No creating your own fantasies and throwing random drama about. It confuses members. If you want to make major drama, PM me first. If you want your character to have a dramatic love-entanglement make sure the other person is okay with it. If you wish to add small, personal drama to your character, like a long-lost-family-member, be my guest :D But do not come out of nowhere with some crazy bullshit about aliens and the Illuminati being behind it all and all that jazz. Don't worry, there will be a thread for plot suggestions and whatnot.

4. This will be literate. I'm not expecting you to write a book, but for every single post I want a clear, precise understanding of every single thing going on. I want to know and feel every emotion, every sight, taste, sound. Anything. Also, please don't have your post be nothing but summaries of other players' actions and words with one little something from your character at the end. People react to things. Show me that. I'm not putting a limit on post-size, but I will say that I want to see quality and your character sheet does reflect on that. Also, I know I say detail, but as for sex – Follow the site rules. Swearing I don't mind. I use it frequently myself.

5. Reserve your character via OOC. When you do, tell me who your favorite supernatural creature from literature, cinema, or television is.

6. If I ask you to change something, or give you tips on your character sheet, it's not because I hate you or I don't like your character. It's because I'm a perfectionist. Please don't complain or say I hate you or say I'm being a bitch. I'm anal retentive to detail on a near extreme level, but all of you here already know that ^^

7. You have to read everything. How can you understand your role if you haven't read it? O.o Please don't skip any reading and if I have left something out or you have questions, don't be afraid to tell me. No question is a stupid one.

8. You must be able to post a min. of 2-3 times a week. I think that's pretty generous. I have my rough times posting too. If I'm gone for a little while, I'll ALWAYS let you know. Please bear with me while I'm gone and don't just disappear. Also, don't get two posts in and leave. If you're taking too long in between posts, I'll PM you. If you don't speed up, I'll creatively kill of your character. Finally, please always tell me when you're going away. I'll understand. Promise(;

9. Have fun and grow as writers. And help each other.

10. One last rule. I know it's probably not needed, but keep your character's feelings separate from your own and please don't autoship and make your character's entire existence revolve around hooking up with a character whose FC you find sexy.

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ImageTensions were high as black SUVs surrounded a small home on the outskirts of Rose, Italy. Speedboats came along the waterside of the home, docking and releasing a number of men and women dressed in black and armed with crossbows, rosaries, and holy water. It was like a scene from a movie as they swarmed the house and kicked down the doors, crashing in through the windows. Who were they and why were they there? An average onlooker wouldn't have the slightest idea, figuring that the rather peaceful residents might be drug dealers. Anyone looking at the scene could tell that the residents were either not there or the suits simply didn't find what they were looking for. A rather official looking man emerged from the home, ripping off his tie and throwing it to the ground before dropping to his knees in prayer. The house was completely devoid of life, not a single trace of vampire in the home. Either the leeches knew they were coming or their source was lying. Doctor Lennox was displeased that their trip to such a pitiful excuse for a town had turned out to be a waste of a ten hour drive and three hour preparation with a team of thirty men and women. They would be back on their way to Rome now, leaving in a hurry and without a care as plans were made to torture their prisoner for correct information this time around. As they drove away, golden orbs gave a light shine from the bushes nearby. Anyone looking from the outside would have sworn to Heaven and back that it was a giant black bear that was watching them before taking off.




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Location – Rose, Calabria, Italy – Luna Foresta – Casa dei Lupi Luna
Time – 5:28pm
Setting – Rose, Italy is hardly a city compared to the nearby cities of Rome, Milan, Venice, and Naples. It is still a beautiful little town, nonetheless. It's a quiet place and not really much goes on around there, easily overlooked by most people and not exactly a tourist hotspot. It is home to an ancient and proud Pack of Werewolves, though the numbers have dwindled since a major attack on them ten years ago. They are one of the many Packs that are dwindling in numbers, as many Packs across the world rarely have any more than ten or twelve members, most of them under the age of thirty. Their territories grow larger each passing month as the Cacciatori close in and wipe out the surrounding Packs. Living in Rose is also a small Coven of Vampires, finding it easier to dodge the Cacciatori than the Werewolves but still endangered as many of their fellow Immortals. The danger is not as much in Rose as it is in their neighboring big city -Venice- where the Cacciatori rule the world of daylight more so than ever. But every day, the Cacciatori get closer to discovering their whereabouts. After a close scare one week ago, the Vampires have teamed up (and moved in with) the Werewolves, hidden in the large forest outside of Rose.





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β€œPapa! Papa!” Janelle was the first to greet her father as he walked through the door. The burly man had anticipated her jump and caught her midair, swinging around with her. β€œJanelle, quello che ti ho detto di battere la gente a scuola?” His deep voice was stern as he stopped spinning with the small girl and watched as her green eyes were cast down. β€œMantenere al minimo e non dimenticare di farle tenere la bocca chiusa.” He nodded as he set her down on the floor. β€œEsattamente. Quindi - La prossima volta, meglio tornare a casa per una storia la vittoria meno la chiamata dai vostri insegnanti.” The Italian man planted a kiss atop his daughter's head and ushered her off to finish her lunch before taking off up the stairs to the β€œAlpha Cave”. His room was the largest bedroom in the house and it was filled with things that you'd think you'd find in a hunter's lair; Trophy heads from various animals, a bear skin rug, fur blankets. The only things he didn't have were guns, having a particular distaste for the weapons.

The Alpha shed his uniform suit and tossed it into the hamper before donning a simple black tank top that hugged his cut muscles and a pair of loose denim pants, sliding a belt through the loops; he wasn't a fan of the sagging style. He let out a brief sigh of relief, hardly feeling comfortable in a suit even after so many years of being stuck in one. He ran his fingers through his thick, ebony mane as he left his room only to come face to face -sort of- with his son. Little Monster Mike looked up to his father with his innocent, soulful blue eyes as he spoke. β€œHo bisogno di un nuovo libro. La Psicosintesi. E ' del dottor Assagioli tesi di dottorato.”, he stated plainly before walking away from his father to join his twin in the dining hall for steak before dinner would be started. He was hoping that his father would take them hunting.

The Alpha gave a curt nod with a lifted brow and parted his lips to warn his son about his hijinks, knowing that Monster and Trouble were planning something for the vampires, but the adorable boy was already running away to plot and chow with his sister. Shaking his head, the older man found his gaze shifting to the left. He walked down the hall some to meet a dead end where the wall was covered with picture frames holding portraits and pictures of all members of the Lupi Luna Pack, past and present. His favorite was that of himself with his mother. Janelle Chloe Carter (nee Molinelli) was one of the eight children of Alberto Molinelli and the last one to die. His mother, his uncles, his aunts, his grandmother, and his grandfather. They had all died at the hands of the Cacciatori but all of them -even himself- were too fool to look past their war with others to think the humans were capable of it. As Michael looked back now, thinking about how some things didn't add up... He knew it had been them.

And they would pay.

He didn't know when or how, but they would. Lately, he felt like giving up and sometimes he felt as though his family were all rolling over in their graves. His own brother and Beta with a vampire fetish, his Delta a halfbreed who seemed (embarrassingly) more Wolf than most of the other purebreds in the Pack, and his Scout a Half-Breed running around with a handicapped human trying to have the best of both worlds. If the pickings weren't so slim and her loyalty not so...wishy-washy, he would have killed the fool of a human by now. But, so long as he was safe (or alive, at least) she remained. Michael tended to brush off the smaller wolf when she moaned and groaned about his children harassing her and her human.

He honestly didn't care and assured her that she was doing it to herself. But, she was just a stupid kid. She wouldn't listen. That was fine. When they both realized how dangerous it was for them to be together, he wouldn't have to kill anyone. For now, he had just banned the boy from his land. While she was an irritating little thing, Juliana still had Wolf in her and her cousin, Grace needed her. Right now, he didn't have time to worry about some stupid girls though. He needed to find his brother. And Scarlet. He definitely needed to find Scarlet.

Heaving a heavy sigh, the Alpha turned away from the wall and made his way downstairs in the massive cabin out the in woods. This home was designed to house an entire Pack. As a child, he could remember when his mother ruled nearly fifty wolves. This home wasn't originally designed to be a home for everyone, but for those who had no other place to go. His grandfather had built this home with his wife and children after migrating to Rose from Rome.

It was originally just a secret summer home hidden in the hills of the forest of Luna for he and his family. Albeit, a large one. But he welcomed his Pack members when they needed a roof over their heads. It was the one place of his that the Cacciatori never found. Those who had gotten close died before coming within two hundred yards of the cabin by the lake. Michael had inherited two hundred acres of the forest from his grandfather who had been buying land for decades. It was great because it was all posted and hardly anyone trespassed. Those who did usually turned up dead anyways.

Michael had been raised in this house with twelve other young Werewolves - There were so many memories here. And now he was welcoming vampires...His grandfather and mother would take turns skinning him alive if they were standing before him right now. But maybe they would understand. This was for the survival of their races. If they knew what he knew, they wouldn't be so angry. He closed his eyes for a few moments and then opened them as he made his way into the large main dining room where his two children were hovering over a plate of raw steak and a piece of paper. They were incorrigible.

β€œScarlet!” He threw his head back and called for her, letting loose a howl afterward that reverberated from every corner of the house and echoed outside as he called for his Sentinel.

It didn't take long for Scarlet to appear, an old fashioned camera in one hand while her other hand brushed leaves from her hair. β€œHai chiamato?”, she said with an easy smile as she stopped in front of Michael.

Junior and Janelle looked over as Scarlet came around a corner, seemingly occupied with a camera before glancing at Michael. The children's faces lit up with bright smiles, readying themselves to dash away from the large table and embrace her with a hug - Janelle mostly wanted to tell her about the boy that she had beat up earlier at school and sent to the hospital with both legs broken. She was literally one narrowing of the eyes away from getting expelled. It was times like these when Mike wished that they had teachers in the Pack like they used to; younger Werewolves tended to have a lot of trouble getting through school with a perfect record.

Focusing on the task at hand, he gave his children a stern nod so that they returned to their scheming before wrapping Scarlet in a tight hug. β€œHo fatto. Ho bisogno di tenere un occhio su alcuni dei vampiri. Non preoccupatevi di pattuglia, dovrΓ² Grazia e Paolo su di essa in tua vece.” Scarlet happily returned Michael's hug, focusing on not thinking too much about his arms around her. β€œNessun problema, Capo.” Scar replied with a playful smile as she pulled away.

He gave her a bashful smile as he reached up, towering over her even more as he did, though he was only scratching the back of his head. β€œE ho bisogno di guardare Ryder intorno a quelle zanne femminili ... e non esitano a dirmi quando esce di linea.” Rather than speaking of β€œstepping out of line” as people usually did, referring to rude or hostile behavior, he was more concerned with Scarlet checking to see if Ryder would be flirting. His dark brown eyes were pleading with hers as he looked into her blue orbs, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Scarlet placed a gentle hand over his and met his gaze, β€œNon ti preoccupare, terrΓ² d'occhio la situazione.” She made a promise with a reassuring smile. He was the Alpha of the Pack so following his orders was literally written into her DNA, but with Michael, Scar would have done so anyway.

In the background, Janelle was making kissing noises and little Mike was rolling his eyes, obviously displeased. Mostly because he had a childlike crush on Scarlet, partly because his sister was being immature and he thought it was unbecoming of her. He grabbed her hand and their notebooks, exiting quickly with a glare towards his father. Michael gave a soft laugh and lifted a brow at Scarlet. β€œCredo che dovrei guardare fuori. So che il tuo ragazzo Γ¨ pazzo geloso.” A teasing smirk appeared on his face as he let his eyes roam over the female in front of him as he quickly changed the subject to something lighter.

Scarlet couldn’t help but laugh at Michael’s remark. β€œIo avrei paura anche se piccolo Mike mi ha messo sulla sua lista nera.” She joked, the corners of her mouth lifting up into her own smirk. Scar ran a hand through her hair, turning slightly to watch the children leaving the dining room. β€œMa non preoccuparti, io ti difenderΓ².” She added, her smirk turning into a grin as she gazed back up at the Michael.

β€œOh? Scarlet proteggere me. Mi sento talmente sicuro.” That actually made him chuckle a bit as he tried to imagine a situation in which the much tinier female Wolf would ever be in a position to defend him. That was mostly his ego talking; He was a pretty big guy. Most people never pegged him as a doctor. They always assumed that he was a mechanic or a construction worker. Or a model. It was flattering.

Scar gave a nonchalant shrug before raising her eyebrows and smirking at the large Alpha. β€œVa bene allora, mi limiterΓ² a sedersi e guardare come il mio ' fidanzato geloso ' ti insegna a non giudicare in base alle dimensioni.”, she teased, flashing Michael a cheeky smile. Scarlet couldn’t imagine a time when she would be needed to defend the giant standing in front of her, especially not against his nine year old son. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t willing to tease him about it though.

He gave her another hug as he checked his watch and gave a sigh. β€œVamps dovrebbe essere sempre presto. Gioia.”





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ImageOne week. For one week, she had been shoved into a room that she shared with all the other vampires. She didn't just share the room with them, she was bunking with them. Sure, the beds had curtains in front of them to be pulled shut and the beds were very comfortable and the room was light tight... But how the hell was she supposed to get any privacy sharing a bedroom with seven other vampires? It was outrageous! She didn't even have enough closet space to fit all of her clothes, having to ship quite a few outfits out to her home in Iceland. Now she only had twelve measly outfits. It was barbaric. Okay... Not really. But she did enjoy having her privacy and her choices. For the past few days, she had contemplated simply leaving for a Coven more of her...caliber. But she decided that being this close to the Wolves was a once in a lifetime opportunity that no other Coven would be able to grant her. That, and she enjoyed that none of the other vampires pried for information. Though, the lack of conflict was an absolute bore. She'd have to make some trouble later.

Regardless of whether she felt like leaving or not, here she was. She was the first to rise, her eyes open long before the sun had begun to set. She had been lying with the curtain pushed back some so that she could feel the warmth of the sun stinging the side of her face. Cheveyo's blood was wearing off and the sun was beginning to irritate her flesh but she found it comforting nonetheless. As the sun said its farewell, she pulled the small curtain over the window shut and rolled over, right out of bed. She was the first to shower out of the eight and she took her sweet time doing so. The water was hot enough to burn flesh but it didn't bother her any. She enjoyed the heat, as it reminded her of her childhood when her father would find hot springs for them to bathe in. It was always a nice break from the usual ice and snow.

She opted for a rather β€œPlain Jane” outfit for the night, as opposed to her usual choice of clothing that didn't quite seem to fit the small village of Rose and most certainly not the surrounding forest of Luna. But her black and white outfit was just plain enough while at the same time satisfying the vampiric necessity to look fabulous. Her hair was dry within seconds after a quick bit of pacing at top speed, leaving her hair as fabulous as she was. But perhaps that was just her ego speaking.

Pshaw! What ego? She was simply...confident.

A fanged smile of bliss on her face, she left the bathroom, her fingers curled around the silver chain that rest around her neck before making her way out of the shared bathroom, through the shared bedroom, and down. She hadn't taken too long earlier that week to map out the entirety of the massive log cabin and she had to admit that she adored the architecture. Many parts of it were newer, more modern. It had been updated to accommodate the inhabitants. But there were still unchanged parts of it that she could simply stare at all day. Like that entrance! Positively perfect!

She'd draw it later, most definitely before anything happened and they had to leave. Or, Odin forbid, the Cacciatori found them and burned down the beautiful home. But her focus right now was on the wine cellar. She had spotted a particular brand that tickled her fancy earlier that week. No, it wasn't a nice 1970 Henri Jayer Richebourg Grand Cru, Cote de Nuits, France (She doubted these Wolves could afford that), but a more recent, twelve year old bottle of Kvâldsól. It was made using krækiberries; she used to eat them as a child and the wine they made was simply amazing when mixed with some nice, organic, O positive blood.

Her fingertips trailed along the bottles until she found the right one, plucking it from the shelf and speed off to the β€œguest kitchen” which made her wonder why the hell they needed a guest kitchen? Did they not allow guests to dine with them? Should guests feel flattered or offended that there was an entire wing of the home just for them? Sure, the good stuff was located in the Pack's end of the house on the west, but still. She was a bit bothered when she would cross to the west side of the home and receive a few dirty looks. Either way, she was content with the cozy guest kitchen, pouring a glass of the wine and glancing up to see a young Native American man appear with a glass milk bottle filled with red liquid.

β€œGott kvΓΆld, elskan. Engin hvutti passar dag?”, he teased as he handed her the glass of blood and watched her mix it with the wine. β€œGefΓ°u hvolpinum um tuttugu mΓ­nΓΊtur eΓ°a svo. Hann verΓ°ur hΓ©r.” She took a long sip before leaning back against the counter. β€œFara Γ‘ undan og hΓΆfuΓ° ΓΊt til RΓ³mar til aΓ° kΓ­kja Γ‘ viΓ°skiptavini okkar. Hittumst ΓΎar sΓ­Γ°ar.”

Their exchange was brief, the male disappearing in a flash of blue light and leaving behind a scent that made her skin tingle with warmth, reminding her of a bakery. Jack was the only other vampire she had let meet Cheveyo, but she had never told him what Chev was. As far as the majority of the world was concerned, Faeries were myths. And she was going to keep it that way. Thinking of Jack, she wondered where the young thing was right now. She wanted to go for a run with him and show him some flowers that Cheveyo had shown her centuries ago.




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β€œDaddy!”
β€œJanelle, what have I told you about beating people up at school?”
β€œKeep it to a minimum and don't forget to make them keep their mouths shut.”
β€œExactly. So – Next time, I better come home to a victory story minus the call from your teachers.”
β€œI need a new book. La Psicosintesi. It's Doctor Assagioli's Doctoral Dissertation.”
β€œYou called?”
β€œI did. I need you to keep an eye on a few of the vamps. Don't worry about patrol; I'll have Grace and Paolo on it in your stead.”
"No problem, Chief."
β€œAnd I need you to watch Ryder around those female fangs...And don't hesitate to tell me when he steps out of line.”
"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things."
β€œI guess I should watch out. I know your boyfriend is crazy jealous.”
"I’d be scared too if Little Mike put me on his blacklist."
"But don’t worry, I’ll defend you.”
β€œOh? Scaret protecting me. I feel sooo safe.”
β€œAlright then, I’ll just sit back and watch as my β€˜jealous boyfriend’ teaches you not to judge by size.”
β€œVamps should be getting up soon. Joy.”
β€œGood evening, love. No doggy sitter today?”
β€œGive the puppy about twenty minutes or so. He'll be here.”
β€œGo ahead and head out to Rome to check on our clients. I'll meet you there later.”



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As the sun slowly crept down the sky, Jack's eyes flickered open. He could still sense the rays of the sun beyond the light proof walls of the vampire room and, not wishing to irritate himself by exposing himself to the last remnants of sunlight, he kept the curtain around his bed closed and continued to stare up at the roof of his private bunk.

Image A thin vine had crept across the roof of the bunk during Jack's sleep, it's small thorns stuck resolutely into the wooden surface. A small rose bud, closed and waiting to open, hung directly above his head. 'What are you doing up there?' Jack mentally asked the flower, tracing the rose vine's path back to the small pot he'd placed beside his bed on arrival at the wolf pack's home. He reached a hand up to the small bud and gently touched the tip, pushing a small amount of plant life into it's heart. The bud immediately reacted, unfurling to reveal the soft pink petals beneath. Roses were some of Jack's favourite flowers and he couldn't help but smile as he felt the flower's joy at simply being.

However he could have to move the adventurous rose soon, before it completely took over his little sleeping nook. Thanks to Jack's power he could grow plants almost anywhere, even in dark rooms where sunlight was never seen. However he knew that there was nothing like the real deal. As much as he needed blood to survive, plants needed sunlight. So, pushing himself into a sitting position, Jack silently promised his growing plant that he would relocate it to a patch of good earth later that night. He was sure the wolves wouldn't mind a bit more beauty in their garden.

In a graceful movement, as all vampire's movements seemed to be, Jack pushed aside his bunk curtain and stepped out into the coven's shared living quarters. He could see that he wasn't the first to rise, nor the last. Grabbing an acceptable outfit for the day, a plain black shirt and faded black denim jeans, he wondered into the bathroom, threw his clothes on a dry portion of the floor and jumped into the shower. Jets of water flew from the shower head and Jack let his mind wonder as the hot water washed over him.
Even here, in the vampires own room, he could still smell the faint hint of wolf. The scent was, naturally, everywhere in this place. He usually didn't question Mariette's decisions, but bringing them to the dog's house had to be one of the worst thus far. Not that he'd complained. He'd gone along with it, if for no other reason then to see the pack's home and because he didn't want to strike out on his own. He did understand that it offered the immortals a better chance against the hated Cacciatori, and in the end they were the real enemies, not the werewolves. That didn't help much about the smell though.

Jack wrinkled his nose and stepped out of the shower, letting water slide down his body to the floor. He gave himself a quick dry and dressed in his clothes, then left the bathroom. Pausing in the shared bedroom he did a quick search of the bunks. He wasn't surprised to see that Astrid's bunk was empty, no doubt she had been one of the first up. Knowing her she was probably sipping on a blood martini while planning how best to entertain herself.

Jack stepped outside of the vampire's sleeping room and stood silent for a moment. He could hear commotion from the werewolves' dining hall; talking, eating and so on. Jack wasn't really one for confrontation so instead of heading towards the dinner rush, he made his way towards the guest kitchen. Only half way there he spotted a staircase spiralling towards the upper levels of the house. Making a quick decision he altered his path and headed for the staircase, taking the steps in quick bursts. Upon reaching the top he was rewarded with a view of the surrounding forest, bathed in the favourable glow of the rising moon. He had to hand it to the Werewolves, they knew how to pick a place to live. The greenery around the house was stunning, pristine forest and flowers just waiting to bloom at Jack's touch. He preferred this outlook to any city scene, hands down. If only he could explore the valleys and creeks on his own, instead of needing a wolf chaperone whenever he stepped outside. Surely it wasn't against the rules to be up here without his watchful werewolf partner, it was only if he actually stepped out of the house.

Even so, he didn't spend too long on the deck, not out of any fear of being reprimanded, but because his body was calling out for sustenance. Jack made his way back down the stairs and continued down the corridor towards the guest kitchen. He entered to find Astrid, as expected, enjoying a blood wine mixture.
"Bonjour madame, vous Γͺtes Γ  la recherche aussi belle que jamais." Jack greeted, sending his close friend a smile. "You're up early." He added, reverting to Italian as he opened the fridge and began rooting around for his favourite blood type. Upon finding it he pulled the packet out and then slumped down onto the couches beside the kitchen benches.



Translation:
"Hello Madam, you're looking as beautiful as ever."

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Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Michael "Monster" Molinelli Jr. Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli Character Portrait: Janelle Molinelli Character Portrait: Luca Agani
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Luca had a few afternoon classes today, and thus is just returning back to the large house in the woods which belongs to Michael and, therefore, is used by the pack. Up until recently, he had preferred to have his own apartment near the university, if only for ease, but given the most recent circumstances, he has been more than willing to move into what has become something of a stronghold, if that is the correct word for it. It's large enough to hold them, certainly. Luca can remember, when he first moved her following his parents' death, being brought here by his grandparents to meet other pups. There weren't as many as the stories his grandparents told had led him to believe, but apparently the pack had been much larger back in their era. This is something which snatches of conversations with Michael have confirmed for him. The idea of it is enchanting, though it could be more of a romanticizing of the past, naturally. There are only a few pups now- Janelle and Michael Jr. being the most prevalent as the children of the alpha and the biggest trouble makers.

Luca would have liked to be here back when there were more pups running about- he's always loved children. That's why he had become so dead set on trying to get the Morinelli children to like him, even when he was till just a teenager. His love for kids has existed since he was a teenager, after all- he had been the sort who would have done well running birthday parties or something along those lines.

Returning to the large estate, he is more preoccupied with anxieties regarding the coven of vampires living in another wing of the house. Much to his own embarrassment, vampires have always been a source of great discomfort for Luca, following the murder of his parents at the hands of one such immortal. Typically easygoing, he does tend to prefer avoiding conflict, and thus has tried to avoid the issue by avoiding the vampires. He can be perfectly friendly when he does encounter them, but that itching of nervousness will continue to twitch in the back of his mind for the entirety of it.

He enters the house trying to dismiss any thoughts on the matter, instead focusing on the fact that he is inexplicably very thirsty at the moment. Luca, even more inexplicably, wants apple juice specifically right now. He doubts that they have any, but considers it to be very much worth the effort. The dining room is part of the pathway to the kitchen, and thus he meets a few people on his way there- namely, passes by Michael, Scar, Janelle, and Michael Jr. "Good afternoon,"
he greets them with an easy smile. "You don't happen to know if there is any Apple Juice in the fridge, do you?" He feels somewhat silly as soon as he asks, but as it is too late to take the words back, he just continues to smile- something which takes up only three quarters of his mouth, favoring the left side.

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Zakhar knew the sun was dropping the moment it began to perform its daily ritual, the sunset; aptly named, and was always worth the irritation to go and watch. Granted, the last time he had saw it was when he was falling off of a cliff, but that was for another day; today was not the past, but the present. The only time to dwell on the past was for history and information gathering, not for a livelyhood. But he was getting off topic, as he would sometimes. In reality, Zakhar had been up an hour before the sun began to fall, but the term 'up' was being used loosely. While many would consider the term up as meaning awake in the morning, Zakhar meant it as his time for meditation. His eyes were closed, and his body remained still, but his brain was active in its thoughts. Every so often, he would open his eyes and see the pages of the novel he had been reading that night before shutting them again.

The sounds of shuffling were what made Zak decide that it would be best to 'awaken' from his state of peace and embrace the day; not that he was complaining, as the present always brought such interesting adventures. It just so happened that his excitement in waking up had increased when they arrived at the wooden home of the werewolves, unlike many of the Coven. While many of them saw it as a burden and a joke, he saw it as a learning experience and knowledge exploitation. Out of his many years, Zakhar had only met a handful of werewolves, and only one had decided to talk to him at all. Granted, he didn't need to be attached to the... dissapointing wolf that he did; according to their hierarchial system, Zakhar understood that he was paired with the Beta. However, in comparison to his blood brother, the 'Alpha', the Beta - named Ryder from his investigations - was a weak imitation. The boy screamed juvinile, even if he was still. His heart and mind were in the right place, Zakhar supposed.

After Jack decided to check on him - which irked Zakhar everso slightly - Zakhar finally sat up from his bed, only to find himself staring up at the ceiling, and his own adjustments to his little alcove. See, the area of the floor would simply not do for a man like Zakhar, who liked to keep a shelf of books and have places to move. He did notice that there was quite a bit of vertical volume, however, as the walls reached above the roof and created its own little space above. Being Zakhar, in no time he had created a 'second floor' if you will, where a bar hung so he could read in his obscure ways, or house his books up above. Of course, he had it all installed after he found out the waking hours of the wolves, since he really didn't need them yelling about how he was disturbing them. Pathetic creatures, but they had their benefits after all.

Needless to say, Zakhar finally became mobile. He grabbed a shirt, it didn't matter the colour, and a pair of jeans and headed towards the bathroom after he knew that Jack had left. While it was quite evident that the two before him - yes, he knew that Astrid would be up and awake by this time, as she always had been - liked their showers hot, Zakhar enjoyed them cold. A shower of cold water reminded him of the better days at sea, and while the water tasted bland and unlike salt in every way, it was nice to remember. After his frigid shower, Zakhar completed his dress code with the relics of his past; the rings on his right hand were placed, the earring hung from only one ear (it is a pirate custom) and his beard was trimmed fabulously. The final adjustment was his coat, which he snatched- er, took the design from a museum after his last coat wore out of the numerous years he had worn it. With everything in order, Zakhar grabbed another novel and headed towards the kitchen.

What novel, you may ask? Voltaire's MicromΓ©gas, a personal favourite of his. It wasn't much of a book, really, as it was quite short; but it being the very first considered 'science fiction' coupled with a lovely French writing style makes it always a good read. Back to the present time, Zakhar pulled out a black book from his jacket as he transversed the stairs to the guest kitchen. While the black book did contain the names of sexual partners he had been with - as the term now suggested - it also contained hundreds of research notes from his travels. While books were known to crumble, he would replace and rewrite everything from the book if it were to decay: for the record, this was only his 3rd book, as his first was nearly ripped to shreds and his second lasted roughly a hundred odd years before wearing out. He mused over a few of his writings, particularly his partially empty section on werewolves and their anatomy and history. While he couldn't draw, little sketches outlined some of the pages that were mostly covered in descriptions that he had seen.

Finally in the guest kitchen, Zakhar removed the book from the sight of all and placed it back within his inner jacket pocket, retrieving his original novel to grab a few more words before he hit his liquor stash, which he placed in a little shelf in the wine cellar. Unlike a lot of vampires, who liked the wines and such, Zakhar was more of unrefined in that sense, and sided with spirits; to him, however, nothing started a morning off better than blood bumbo. Sure, the name was a little odd, but the name said nothing about the drink. Back in his olden days, bumbo was the best damn drink in the isles, since that navy garbage was just that. With fluid motion, Zakhar brought up a bottle of Naval Rum -Sailor Jerry to be precise - and went to work. In the glass went in cold blood - to replace the water - the rum, a bit of cinnamon and nutmeg. In no time at all, Zakhar was enjoying his bumbo, and then acknowledged those that shared the same room as him.

"Good evening to you both, Astrid and Jack." His eyes remained on the book, and his tone sounded casually interested. If they began to engage in conversation with him, however, more times than not Zakhar would actually close his reading and pay attention to them. It was a weird flaw to his personality: while he rarely cared for interactions unless he had something to gain, he would always give his full, undivided attention to the speaker if they decided he was worth their time, or if it was worth his.

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Beethoven was too depressing. Leanna didn’t mind playing slower music, in fact, she usually found it relaxing, but Beethoven was too intense and heavy to play on just the piano without the symphony accompany to balance it out. She appreciated Chopin better, though she’d probably enjoy playing his work more if she could play the violin. She enjoyed playing pieces by modern composers better, which would make her mother’s eyes roll to hear, and today she felt like playing some of Sean Beeson’s work. She’d been in the back music room playing for a couple of hours, as it was one of the few rooms in this home she really felt comfortable in. Leanna didn’t normally live at the pack home, and she’d always felt a little trepidation about entering her alpha’s ancestral home. She had enough self-confidence to not feel inferior to her pack mates, but Leanna had always carried a persistent sense of not really belonging ever since she’d joined the pack as a teenager, and stepping foot in a home filled with such history had always had a way of making Leanna feel dirty and small, like she was sullying the pure werewolf ground she walked on by merely being present.

In the music room that feeling wasn’t so bad. Here she could make music, and there was a beauty in that which helped her feel cleaner, more worthy. She also wasn’t willing to allow herself to leave Michael and the kids while they were in a home filled to the brim with vampires. Michael was the alpha, and as strong as werewolves come, but having that many vamps in the house still put Leanna on edge, and brought out her more ferociously protective instincts. She understood the reasoning for their presence here, and she wasn’t about to argue with Michael on the issue, but Leanna had never liked vampires, and a bitterness had grown in her as a child toward the race of bloodsuckers who’d killed her father. Vampire were wolf killers, or at least they had to potential to be, and Leanna wasn’t about to let her guard down around them, especially with Janelle and Michael Jr. in the house.

She was interrupted mid song by the sound of Michael howling for Scarlet. It was getting later, so Leanna decided it was time she made an appearance. There really was no point hiding out back here for the rest of the day, especially since their fanged guests would be awake soon. Carefully sliding the cover back over the keys, Leanna stood up from the stool and began making her way toward the kitchen. On the way, she crossed paths with Janelle and Michael Jr., and her eyes softened a bit. Little Mike did not look particularly happy, and Leanna imagined it had something to do with his less than subtle crush on Scarlet. It seemed the entire Molinelli clan was enamored with their pack sentinel Leanna thought fondly. Scarlet was the kind of person who just naturally attracted people she supposed. Sometimes Leanna envied that about her, but Scarlet wasn’t the kind of person Leanna could ever dislike. She reminded Leanna too much of her mother for that.

β€œRough day?” Leanna asked kindly, extending one of her rare soft smiles.



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Contrary to popular belief, vampires didn’t necessarily like cramped dark spaces. Darcy in fact, hated them, which was putting it mildly. Coffins were stupid, and anyone who thought she'd willingly take a nap in one of those velvet covered pine boxes was deluded. For a week now, she’d been forced into this tiny space with seven other vampires, and internally, Darcy was a mess of tension and anxiety. She didn’t do well with confined spaces, and the last thing she wanted to deal with right now was a bunch of inconvenient flash backs. The second the sun started going down Darcy was out of the bed, moving around a bit erratically just to prove she could. There weren’t any chains, she was fine. The walls here were made of wood, not stone, and the only blood she could smell was coming from the guest kitchen. Astrid was up Darcy thought with a wry grin. Darcy didn’t really socialize much with the other vampire, but the woman had style. Focusing on the present also helped to stave off the encroaching remnants of the past, so she made a beeline for the guest kitchen where the other coven members who were up and about seemed to be convening.

It seemed Jack and Zak had already joined Astrid, and the smell of booze and blood made Darcy head straight to the vodka, which she mixed with a bit of B+ before downing it quickly and pouring another. Darcy usually wasn’t this quiet, but the prolonged confinement really was starting to get to her. After finishing off her second drink, Darcy turned toward Zak, who she was arguably the closest with her. β€œAre you going stir crazy too or is it just me? We keep this crap up and I think I’m gonna start breaking stuff.” Darcy said sourly, sounding a bit too serious to be her normal self.

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Hand in hand, Monster and Trouble spoke within the confines of each others minds, as whispering around creatures who had heightened senses was an epic fail in subtlty. They hadn't even made it out of their father's line of sight when their β€œolder brother” Luca made the scene with his usual goofy smile and awkwardness lingering about him. His question caused Mike Jr. To lift a brow and Janelle to giggle. As little Monster tended to give lectures where only a one word reply was needed, Janelle did her best to spare herself time wasted by answering in his stead. She released Junior's hand for a brief moment to clamber up the front of Luca with ease, giving him as tight of a hug as she could muster. While Michael might treat Luca like a son, Janelle still had a little crush on him. Though it wasn't as deep rooted as Mike's crush on Scarlet. β€œNo, ma c'Γ¨ qualche succo di mango in lΓ ! E 'il mio. Ma io condividere con voi.” She gave a light giggle and was soon on her way, pulling her brother after her. It didn't take long before they ran into another Packmate.

It wasn't a surprise -running into so many of the Wolves in such a large house- because it was time for a hunt and they tended to snack a little before hunting. Running on an empty stomach was no fun. With Leanna, Monster was the one to do the talking. Janelle rarely spoke to the woman because she was still on the fence about her. The young boy's brown eyes cut upward, his voice holding its usual matter-of-fact tone that gave him an air of β€œI'm smarter than you” (which ended up with people in general less inclined to interact with him). β€œΓˆ un dato di fatto, Γ¨ stata una giornata piuttosto successo. Janelle Γ¨ molto vicino ad essere rimosso dalla scuola e mi seguirΓ  dietro poco dopo. Abbiamo poi essere homeschooled e non costretti a subire la presenza di quelle di calibro inferiore a mente, corpo e anima.” Having answered her quite promptly, he took his turn and tugged his sister behind him as the two raced off to his bedroom.

He could smell them and hear them as they moved around, faster than any other creature. A light shiver went down his spine before his gaze fell on Luca and Leanna entering the kitchen. β€œUno di voi ha visto Ryder?” His voice was a bit gruff as he questioned his younger brother's whereabouts. They would be hunting soon and Michael felt that it would be good for them as a Pack to hunt again. They hadn't been on a hunt in the past week that the vampires had been there and he needed them to get back to feeling a sense of normalcy. He ran his fingers through his hair in an exhausted manner, though he was more mentally tired than he was physically tired. He was a bit physically tired, yes. Because even after laying down the law of his lands and having both the vampires and his wolves agree to working together, he found himself immediately waking up at every bump in the night, not feeling truly safe until the sun would begin to peek over the distant mountaintops. Janelle and Mike Jr. seemed to put their brave faces on and he knew that they were curious, but they had spent the past five nights in Michael's, Scarlet's, Luca's, Andrew's, and Stefano's beds, rotating between each Pack member. And that was going to stop. His kids needed to know that they didn't need to be afraid in their own home.




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As soon as Cheveyo left, she was greeted by Jack and then Zak and then Darcy. Well, wasn't she just Miss Popular. She hadn't spoken to any of them, not even replying to Jack as she took the time to finish her bottle of wine first. She made a mental note to buy some of the more expensive and stronger liquors on her next visit to one of the nearby cities. She was longing to get nice and drunk by the next time that it rained so she could dance like a happy fool up the mountain. Maybe she'd find a hitchhiker there and get to have a snack while she was at it. Oh, that was a lovely thought indeed. While she was thinking about it, she was finally able to drag her gaze up to inspect the others. Zak was looking like a pirate, as usual. Not bad. Darcy, she found absolutely adorable. Mostly because of her dimples and her round face and squishy cheeks. Those blonde locks of hers would have made her quite a prize during Astrid's time. But that attitude might not have been as well recieved as her pretty face.

Her gaze then fell to Jack and she felt the corners of her lips twitch just a bit into a half smile. The way she smiled was always so angelic-looking. Unless she pulled her brows down just enough to perfect a decent glare. She had one of those faces that made it hard to intimidate people. Which really sucked when you were a Viking going into battle. But, back to her attention on Jack, she found herself canting her head to the side a bit to watch him. She often wondered what it was about those such as Jack and Zak and Dante that allowed her to easily befriend them but when it came to the more approachable Genevieve, Mariette, and Darcy, she had hardly a thing to do with them. She still hadn't quite decided how she felt about Aeliana. She had decided that she felt Jack and the other two were kindred spirits in one way or another more than the other three. Jack had been a soldier and Zak a pirate – She being a Viking was pretty much a mixture of both. Dante had a passion for music and dance that only one who had truly watched it evolve could. Though she never did fight with Zak or Jack. She never could bring herself to get angry with Jack and Zak was too mellow to get on her nerves.

All introspect aside, she finally spoke after what seemed like ages. She switched to English, as it seemed like the one language that you could count on any vampire knowing. America was pretty much a playground for vampires and there wasn't a single vampire over the age of seventy who hadn't been there. β€œYou are too kind, Jack. You aren't looking quite so bad yourself.” Her smile had become one that was coy and seductive in nature, as it seemed the more natural of her smiles and almost a default. Her reply to his words had come five minutes later, but she could remember a time where she engaged in a chess game that took twelve years to complete. It wasn't that they were that bored. They were simply that determined to win at all costs. β€œThere are some flowers I want to take you to see. I can guarantee that you've never seen any like them and you likely never will. Let me know when you're ready to leave and I'll call for our slobbering shadows.” She sipped on the wine again before setting the bottle down and joining him by sitting on the chair across from him. That was Astrid. She always assumed that people would go along with what she said because...Well. People usually went along with what she said. She never really gave the gift of options.




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Nope, but there's some mango juice in there! It's mine. But I'll share with you.
As a matter of fact, it has been a rather successful day. Janelle is quite close to being removed from school and I will follow behind shortly after. We will then be homeschooled and not forced to suffer the presence of those of less caliber in mind, body, and soul.
Either of you seen Ryder?

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Victoria mumbled something softly in her sleep, gripping the blue and dark purple bed sheets tightly. She tossed from side to side unaware that her youngest daughter was lurking at her doorway. In her hold was a dark brown teddy bear as she slowly made her way towards her mother who was obviously having a bad dream. "Mamma? Mamma? Sei sveglio?" Victoria heard the faint voice of her youngest daughter coming through her room. Victoria let out a very soft sigh as she rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up. "Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to take a nap for this long." She responded, throwing a glance at her clock then towards her daughter who slowly made her way to sit on her mother's bed. The young girl holding a teddy bear tightly in her arms as she watched her mother carefully. Victoria smiled lightly at her daughter, reaching out and pulling Emmy(her youngest) into her arms. She held her clothes, smoothing the orange-blonde locks from her face. "Vuoi andare a prendere qualcosa da mangiare?" Victoria asked her daughter, quirking an eyebrow slightly at her. "Dove Γ¨ tua sorella?" She added suddenly, pulling her daughter even closer and kissing her forehead gently. She grinned, carefully taking Mr. Waffles from Emmy and holding it out in front of her. Emmy reached for it, "Mr. Cialde!" Emmy exclaimed and let out a soft giggle. Sort of ignoring her mother's questions by just answering them with a shrug. "Ti salverΓ²!" Emmy leaned forward and grabbed at her teddy bear that her mother was holding away from her. Laughing Emmy squirmed in her mother's arms and tried her hardest to get her teddy bear.

After several minutes of Victoria holding the teddy bear her daughter finally gripped the arm of the bear tightly, squinting her eyes at her mother Victoria could see that her daughter was trying so hard not to laugh at all. "Mommy! Mr. Waffles! I got him fair and square!" Emmy giggled out as she pulled gently on the teddy bear's arm. "Alright, alright fine. Here why don't you take Mr. Waffles, get dressed, and we can go get something to eat. After that I'll have June come over and babysit you guys while I go to help out at that church I told you about." Of course while she took her daughter's to church she just didn't take them to this church. The church she was talking about was also the place that she worked at every now and then when it came to looking for vampires. She tried not to be out often more than she should not that it would make a difference but still. She wanted to be here for her daughter's instead of having some other girl take care of her children while she was gone many times. This was the time that Victoria released her youngest, who jumped up and ran from the room, and also when she stood up and began to clean herself up. Throwing her hair into a messy bun, and out of her pj's then into her more casual "mother" outfit.

Once changed she gathered her girls, demanding that Emmy gets out of her ballet dress and her eldest daughter Marie to change into something more appropriate for dinner. Once her daughter's were dressed and ready to go she loaded them all into the car and they all went to dinner some where. Discussing several things in Italian as well as in English. Upon returning home Victoria called the baby sitter then she kissed her girls good-bye. Once the baby sitter arrive she left the home and went straight for the church where another part of her daily routine would take part. Upon her arrival to the church she looked for Dr. Joseph Lennox. Why? Well mostly because she just needed to know if anything happened while she was gone or what was going on next.



Not so secretly I don't know Italian so if anyone does and I get things wrong... sorry.Thank you Google Translate.

Alright in order from first Italian words to the last:
"Mom? Mom? Are you awake?"
"Want to go get something to eat?"
"Where is your sister?"
"Mr. Waffles!"
"I'll save you!"




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Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Stefano Klein Character Portrait: Michael "Monster" Molinelli Jr. Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli Character Portrait: Janelle Molinelli Character Portrait: Luca Agani Character Portrait: Leanna Jo Harper
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Stefano gazed out at the falling sun from the edge of the forest, a timid sigh escaping him. Normally, at this time of night he would head out into the forest to converse and enjoy the wildlife, but there was no more of that now that the vampires were there. It had been only a week ago, but to him it had felt like an eternity had passed since the vampires had arrived. Stefano did not complain, or even thought of the idea to complain though; it had come down from Michael that this would be a necessary step, and anything that came out of the Alpha's mouth was unquestionable, regardless of any circumstances. However, that didn't stop Stevie's uneasiness around the serene creatures. Being somewhat an outsider of the pack, he had a different view of vampires than a pack-born would; he had no real hesitations to the undead because of their rivalries or because it was unhonorable. Instead, Stefano was just terrified of them and their kind, the fact that they could suck blood and move extraordinarily fast didn't help either.

So instead of being able to be alone and go tuck in the family of bluebirds he had befriended a few weeks ago, he was stuck at the fringes of the forest. While he completely understood the need for groupings - the Cacciatori had some unnerving ability to somehow take down supernatural creatures, which horrified him - Stefano would be lying if he said that he was a fan of his partner, Darcy. She was, to put bluntly, a crazed maniac. She was everything that Stefano could never be in his life: eccentric, bubbly, invasive, loud. In a way, Darcy was a person that Stefano should have around to hopefully break out of his bubble. On the other hand, she was a danger to his privacy and probably one that would embarrass him to no end, especially since she already had a few times.

Another sigh escaped his massive yet timid body before he turned back to the house. It was getting dark, and while he appreciated the darkness as a time of peace and quiet, it was also a dangerous time to wander outside with the threat of Cacciatori attacks higher than ever. So Stefano set his mind back onto the task at hand; carrying the tree he had previously cut down himself. Now, I know what your thinking; a shy, nature loving lumberjack? Where did this paradox come from? In reality, Stefano was on duty to find trees at the end of their life, ones that had either fallen down due to weather or were rotting. It was really the only thing that Stevie could see himself being useful at; his pure, raw strength allowed him to carry trees many times larger than himself with little to no stress, and lumber was always a commodity that could be used.

See, Stefano didn't go to school anymore; after basically failing most of his highschool career, he decided to give up on the idea of graduating, regardless of the views of his other pack members. Instead, most of his days were spent being taught the ways of the werewolf by Michael, trying to become something he was certain he could never truly achieve. When he wasn't under the tutelage, Stevie would make himself useful by being the labourer of the pack, becoming the tool used to lift the awkwardly heavy objects. One of these days, Stevie would go back to high school and get his gr. 12, but until then he would make himself as useful to the pack as he could.

So he hoisted the log back onto his shoulder and continued the short trek to his normal drop stop, which was behind the house near the training area. Stefano himself couldn't shape a log into something beautiful, but he made it available for others that could; anything to be useful would hopefully boost any self-confidence that he could create. After all, Stevie did think of himself as garbage. Finally done for the night, Stefano nearly entered the house before he stopped, turning his massive body around to see a lightening bug flutter around before landing on his shoe. Slowly, he knelt down to admire the tiny insect, envious of its ability to glow; if he could do that, would he be able to think of himself better? Perhaps, but the chances were slim after all. He shooed the bug off of his body and continued inside, a bead of sweat barely escaping his hair and proceeding to make a trail down the left side of his face.

The back entrance was fairly close to the kitchen, which was his destination after all: to be honest, Stefano hadn't eaten much that day. Most of his day had been spent training outside, trying his best to learn to coordinate his attacks and use the brute strength he had been given for something more useful than just throwing wild punches. In real specifics, Stefano's only coordination was stopping large objects and lifting things: most of his mock fights went disastrously, as he would play defensively only against all pack members, regardless of Michael's demands to take the practice spars seriously. So he gingerly opened the fridge, grabbing his gallon jug of water - the stereotypical 'large guy, large appetite' seriously applied to Stevie when it came to his thirst. Grabbing two apples in his left hand, Stefano drained a litre of water and tore through the first apple before leaving the kitchen, finding himself in the dining room and ill-prepared for the number of people in there. He stopped drinking his water instantly, swallowing the last gulp of water out of both necessity and nervousness. No matter how long he would be around these people, Stevie had a feeling that he would feel uneasy in the presence of their power.

Hoping not to interrupt anything, Stefano stayed silent and in the background - like that did any good, for they were bound to notice him. When the did, Stefano gave them a timid and honest greeting. "Guten - Buonasera a tutti." Stefano accidentally stumbled into his native German, quickly correcting himself before it got worse as his face reddened some. Good job, idiot.


Translation!
Guten - German 'Good'
Buonasera a tutti - Italian, 'Good evening to all.'

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Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Stefano Klein Character Portrait: Ryder Molinelli Character Portrait: Dante Rella Character Portrait: Michael "Monster" Molinelli Jr. Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli Character Portrait: Janelle Molinelli Character Portrait: Luca Agani Character Portrait: Leanna Jo Harper
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Ryder muttered something rude under his breath, gazing a bit angrily at the vampires. It was his fault his brother was mad at him, and it seemed like there was nothing he could do to change that. What did his brother have to say that Ryder was a disgrace, you can't help the people you fall for, and he knew that because look at his brother. Obviously falling for a half-breed even if he describes his dislike towards half-bred werewolves. He wasn't any better at least not in Ryder's mind. Sighing softly he lifted weight's checking the time now and then. He didn't want to leave his room not any time soon unless it was out playing with his niece or nephew. Finally at 5:30 he literally threw the weight down on to the ground. If his floors were wood it would have made a larger thud than it did.

Ryder glancing around he then threw himself into the shower to take a quick one before leaving his room to look for his brother or better yet his niece and nephew. β€œUno di voi ha visto Ryder?” He heard his brother say which made him smile a very tiny smile. He was getting close. Hurrying towards where his brother was he answered with: "Proprio qui! Hai perso me?" Walking towards his brother while slowing his place he looked up to his brother, grinning happily now. "Dove sono Janelle e Jr.?" He questioned his brother as his eyes glanced around their area. While the scent of his family members seem to linger ever so slightly it was kind of hard to know where they went due to the fact that several other scent's were around, including those vampires. Turning away he fled to the fridge, grabbing out a loaf of bread out. By the time Ryder was stick to pieces of bread into the toaster and was grabbing a plate he noticed Dante stalk in, giving him a look as if say 'Don't bother me unless you have a death wish.' Definitely not the friendliest vampire he has ever met. Dante stood there for a moment then let out a soft grumble as he stalked off and away from the kitchen. Raising an eyebrow he didn't even think of saying anything.

"Oh, e Michael, abbiamo intenzione di andare a caccia qualche volta?" Ryder mentioned down the hallways towards his brother's direction, with a shrug. Not that he was trying to be rude or anything but everything was collecting dust and he has been wanting to hunt for a while now. He understood that the craziness of the vampire moving in wasn't making things any easier it was just that they could have found some time to hunt or do some kind of wolf thing. Not to mention he was just aching to do something that took physical activities. "Just wondering," He added quickly, running a hand through his hair. He glanced in the direction of Dante, grabbing the hot toast from the toaster and throwing them on to the plate. 'Damn,' He thought as he blew on his hands that quickly healed. No longer was his hands burning because of the hot toast that had momentarily hit his hands before he had place the toast on its plate. At the time that he was placing butter on to his toast was the time that he heard a piano. He knew that they had a piano in this huge house but the only reason he was so surprised about hearing someone play it was that well no one ever really played it. At least not any more unless you included Janelle or one of the kids playing with the keys of the piano. Making his way towards the dinning room after the butter was on the toast which was on the plate.



Translations
Either of you seen Ryder?
Right here! Did you miss me?
Where are Janelle and Jr.?
Oh, and Michael, are we going to go hunting sometime?




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Dante laid in bed all day, staring up at the ceiling secretly hating his life. After a while he just got up finally, taking a while as he applied his makeup, foundation only to hide the wrinkles that he had on his face. After applying his makeup he threw on a suit, trying to look nice. You should always look good and have a good appearance so that people can find out attractive and interesting instead of ugly and disgusting or old. He fled from his room once he find himself some what suitable. Fleeing his way past the mutts in the dinning room then into the kitchen where Ryder was he shot him a look, standing there a moment before fleeing away to look around more in this huge house. If he was going to live here he at least needed to know where everything was and what all they had here. "Lupi stupidi," He muttered under his breath, stalking away from the kitchen and around the huge home. Stopping at a door that he carefully opened, poking his head in only to notice the piano. There it was a magnificent, large piano. A rare smile spread across his face as he flicked the light on and went into the room, taking a seat in front of the piano. Glancing around he began to wonder if Astrid was around. He found her dancing funny at times, mostly because she was cursed to dance when ever she heard music but also because well he had his reasons. His finger tapping a key on the piano then his fingers moving smoothly to one key to another. Playing an instrumental of a song that he used to play many, many years ago when he was a professional singer.

His memories going back to times before. His wife tapped him on his shoulder, grinning happily as she swayed to his music. It was the 1800's and he was playing the piano for his wife, his son, and friends. He hesitated a note, messing it up. A laugh escaped his lips. "Whoops," he muttered as he began to play again. Everyone danced to his music with their significant others. A human blood bag or two lingering close by as they watched them sing and dance. This was one of the last memories of his wife aside from when 1803 came around and his wife and child were brutally murdered before his eyes. Momentarily he stopped playing after the memory of his wife and son came back to him. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing over his shoulder before playing another song, his music echoing a little. A little warily he watched as the key pressed down, causing the noise in this room. Momentarily he hummed softly to himself, his face returning to its normal expression while he hummed and played the piano. When he changed keys to the song he began to softly sing with the piano, his deep voice making his voice a little louder than he had hoped. Playing and singing were the only things that he had to hold on to his past. The thing that makes him happy and that can make other's happy too. Not to mention it helped him forget about what was going on.



Translation
Stupid wolves.

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13 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Mariette Le'Rouge Character Portrait: Genevieve Le'Rouge Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Stefano Klein Character Portrait: Dante Rella Character Portrait: Michael "Monster" Molinelli Jr. Character Portrait: Jack DeCoste Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli Character Portrait: Janelle Molinelli Character Portrait: Zakhar Korzhakov Character Portrait: Leanna Harper

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Luca smiles down at Janelle when she hugs him, patting her back because he can't crouch down to hug her, with his legs already trapped. Somewhat well-liked by the Molinelli children, he doesn't know quite as much of their less gentle side, except for what he has observed without being directly involved. "Really? I can? That's awesome," he thanks Janelle for the offer. He probably would have picked her up and spun her around, but the girl already had skipped off with her twin, with whom she always seemed to be hand in hand. Those two really are attached at the hip- making them a double threat, as far as getting on their bad side goes. After the two walk off, or rather speak briefly to Leanna before running off to some part or another of the expansive manor. Luca can remember how struck he had been with its size when he had first been introduced to the pack. Compared to the small apartment he had grown up in, it had seemed as large as a shopping center.

More people begin to enter the dining hall- Luca suspects that the hunt will be beginning relatively soon, and thus decides to go and quickly get a drink. He'll probably take a very, very small bit of mango juice, so that Janelle doesn't think he ignored her offer, but he doesn't want to take all of the girl's drink. He smiles at Stefano when the somewhat awkward omega, sharing his rank at not having a specific position or anything along those lines, enters and greets them- first in german, before quickly correcting himself. The young man blushes almost immediately, and Luca, not always the most socially graceful himself, feels sympathy for him. "Good evening,"
he responds lightly, before turning to head back towards the refrigerator- where Stefano actually seems to have come from. Knowing him, he probably just drank an entire gallon of water or something. Stefano has an appetite to match his strength, Luca has noticed before.

His movement is frozen for a second as Ryder enters the area- followed briefly by Dante, perhaps the vampire who puts Luca the most on edge, though he does his best to try and hide it. It embarrasses him, the fact that he still has these remnants of his childhood fear of vampires.

Releasing breath he hadn't realized had been held, Luca finally gets the chance to walk over to the fridge, he pours a very small amount of mango juice, drinks it in one sip, and then pours a glass of water, which he drinks fairly quickly. They are definitely going to be going hunting, especially given how long it has been since they last did, so the question is exactly how soon. Probably very soon- after all, many of the pack members have already gathered. He awaits an answer to Ryder's question, supposing that it will be paired with an 'in a few minutes' or something along those lines.


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The previous night had been a rather long one, the least of Mariette's worries having been any attempts on her part to at least somewhat relieve the tension between her coven and Molinelli's pack. She knows that many of her members don't agree with this alliance, however temporary, and thus relies on the hope that they will remain loyal to keep them in line. It's not as though she was jumping at the chance of working together with a bunch of dogs, but there is no way in hell that she'll allow her coven, her younger sister, to be at risk against the cacciatori just because she couldn't manage to play nice with the wolves for a little while. So she'd moved her coven into this little attic of a space, apparently the best that could be spared of this expansive property, and worked to forge ties.

She had actually been back at the old coven mansion last night, looking to see if the Cacciatori, or the vampires, had left something behind. It was more of a caution than anything else- like the vampires, the Cacciatori were good, and she couldn't find even a fingerprint to hint at civilian identities or places to look out for. Still, she had spent hours scouring the place on the off chance that something would come up. Mariette has never been anything less than thorough, especially not in such situations as this. She had gotten home after the break of dawn, unfortunately, but had gotten back soon enough to avoid any damage. Her resistance is relatively high, though obviously not perfect, thanks perhaps due to her status.

It is perhaps for these reasons that she rises a bit after most of the other coven members, finding the attic nearly empty by the time that she has risen. It is of no matter- they can handle themselves well enough, after all. Mariette took a brief shower -she did not enjoy the relaxing properties of a shower, taking them only for the sake of cleanliness. After it's done, she quickly moves on to dressing, and then checks to see whether Genevieve has risen before heading downstairs. Several of the vampires are down in the guest kitchen, and the distant sound of piano all but assures her that Dante is awake and in a music room.

"Good morning," she greets them, her words Italian though a bit of a French accent, still present after many years, clings to her greeting. She makes a direct line to the cabinet, to find a teabag. It has never tasted as good as it did back when she was human, as her tastes have shifted since then, but she, somewhat a creature of habit in this manner, continues to drink tea every morning. Sometimes she mixes it with blood, as some people mix honey with tea. She does this now, after first preparing the tea to be piping hot- she drinks it before it cools, liking the burn down her throat.

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Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Mariette Le'Rouge Character Portrait: Darcy Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Stefano Klein Character Portrait: Ryder Molinelli Character Portrait: Dante Rella Character Portrait: Jack DeCoste Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli Character Portrait: Zakhar Korzhakov Character Portrait: Luca Agani Character Portrait: Leanna Jo Harper
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As the sun set, the house seemed to wake up. Of course, the vampires were literally waking up, but also members of the pack began to reappear having finished with whatever they had been up to for the day. Standing in the dining room beside Michael, Scar couldn't help but feel content, despite the upcoming appearance of the vampires. Undoubtedly she wouldn't feel quite as happy when the blood suckers were amongst them, at least they had their own wing of the house.
β€œVamps dovrebbe essere sempre presto. Gioia.” Michael said. His Italian was perfect, unlike Scar's heavily accented Italian. While Scar's Spanish and English were both fluent, her Italian always had a particular accent that marked it as not her native language.

Scarlet's attention was drawn to the door as Luca entered, greeting the small group with an easy smile and a polite "Good afternoon" , before questioning whether the fridge contained any apple juice. Scarlet gave him a friendly smile and returned his greeting, although she was saved from answering by Janelle's prompt reply. Scarlet felt the corners of her eyes crinkle as she watched the two children skip off. Despite what the teachers at their school obviously thought, the two wolf children were rather sweet at heart, as evidenced by Janelle's offer of sharing her mango juice with Luca.

It wasn't long before more of the pack were making themselves known. Stefano entered, uttering a greeting in first German before correcting himself and continuing in Italian. Scarlet gave Stefano a friendly nod, "Evening." She replied in Italian. She could also hear Leanna in the kitchen. The one member of the pack that was noticeably absent was Ryder, Michael's younger brother and the Pack's beta. Michael seemed to notice his missing brother at the same time and asked if anyone had seen Ryder, his voice gruffer than it had been when speaking with Scarlet. An answering call floated down towards the group, identifying Ryder as being near.

At that moment Dante, one of the new vampire residents, stalked into the room. The atmosphere tensed immediately, Scar felt herself unconsciously holding her breath and slowly let it go as she watched Dante leave the are. The tension was broken when Ryder asked whether the pack would be hunting, a question that Scar was interested in hearing answered. "I'd like to go for a run." Scar added, stretching her arms above her head and flashing the small group, and Michael in particular, a smile. "It's been a while since we've gone hunting together as a Pack." It would also be nice to get back to doing something normal. The arrival of the vampires, while a necessity, had thrown of the Pack's routine. Scar could tell that it had taken a toll on Michael, not to mention the little rascals Janelle and Jr.



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As the sun set the vampires stirred, the fresh promise of the coming night drawing them all from their sleep. It wasn't long before Jack and Astrid were joined by more vampires in the kitchen, each coming to relieve their thirst. The first was Zakhar, dressed as always in garb that never failed to remind Jack of a pirate. Another accessory he never seemed to be without was a book. Although Zakhar gave both Jack and Astrid a polite, interested greeting, his nose was still stuck within his book's pages. Jack knew that if he were to begin a conversation with Zakhar he would put down the book, but until then the older vampire would try and squeeze as many words as he could out of it. However it was neither Astrid nor Jack who started a conversation with Zakhar, but Darcy who came into the guest kitchen not long after and complained of the confinement in the wolves' house. Jack silently agreed, but chose to keep his silence as he continued sipping on his drink.

From the benches Astrid spoke up, albeit slightly delayed, β€œYou are too kind, Jack. You aren't looking quite so bad yourself.” Jack turned his head to find himself the recipient of one of Astrid's charming and seductive smiles. He found himself mirroring her smile and tilting his head in silent thanks. There was a reason he and Astrid got along so well, not least because they both found the other relatively attractive. Jack also found her take on life particularly refreshing and loved to hear about her many stories. She was far older than the rest of the coven knew and had experienced things that Jack could only dream of. At the tender age of 114 years old, he was still very much a child in the eyes of some vampires.

β€œThere are some flowers I want to take you to see. I can guarantee that you've never seen any like them and you likely never will. Let me know when you're ready to leave and I'll call for our slobbering shadows.” Astrid's words, as intended, caught his immediate attention. Anyone that knew Jack well knew that he was able to manipulate plants, so it wasn't hard to guess that he had a fondness for flowers and trees. However Astrid was one of the few who knew just how much he loved plants. His personal garden, only half of which he had been able to bring with him to the werewolves' house, was something he tended with far more care than he would show another human or vampire. So naturally, upon hearing that Astrid had found a flower that he hadn't seen before, he was all ears.

As she came to join him on the couches, sitting opposite him, Jack downed the last of his glass of blood and placed it on the side table. He was momentarily delayed from replying by the entrance of Mariette. The coven leader greeted those gathered before moving forward and mixing herself a drink. "Bonjour." He replied in greeting before turning his full attention back to Astrid.
"A new flower, eh?" He said, switching to English. "If it truly is then call the dogs, this shouldn't be delayed."

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Character Portrait: Juliana Ramos Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Stefano Klein Character Portrait: Ryder Molinelli Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli Character Portrait: Leanna Harper Character Portrait: Luca Agani
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Juliana was fast asleep until she felt movement on the other side of the large bed. She groaned as she got up to her love stretching his arms above his hand as he let out a loud yawn. He looked down at his girlfriend before smiling and bending down to kiss her forehead. "Hey beautiful." He said as he signed the words as well. While Danny's English wasn't the best, he wasn't born deaf meaning he knew a few words that he saw as important. The half-breed smiled before getting up herself and laying her head on his bare shoulder. Danny chucked a bit before looking down, admiring his love's bare body. "You know you're not wearing any clothing, right?" The girl looked down before pulling the blanket up to her chest. "You couldn't have told me that before?" She told him while signing back to him. The man just shrugged.

"How was I suppose to know you wouldn't remember something like that. I thought you wouldn't forget last night at all." Juliana just rolled her eyes before grabbing the robe set on the floor next to her. As she slid it on, she stepped out of the bed with a smirk on her face. Danny just watched her motions all with a smirk on his face. "I have to go. So, I'm taking a shower."

"Why? Can't we just spend the day together," He asked before getting out of the bed with nothing but his boxers on. "Just the two of us? No wolves, no Michael, no supernatural shit of any kind?" He asked before wrapping his arms around his girl's slim waist. "As much as I would love that. I can't. We're due for a hunt and it's almost six in the evening, and we all have to be there. Besides, I don't know how much Michael would be okay with that. With me skipping out." The boy just rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's answer. "Michael this, Michael that. I know he's your...leader or whatever the hell you call it but, he treats you and I like we're shit, has refused to let me come anywhere near that house, and has made it clear that he doesn't want us together.

"Don't you think I know that..--"

"Then why don't you just leave. You know, we could run away and find a pack that actually cares about you." Danny wasn't a fan of the Alpha. In all honesty he probably hated him just as much as Michael hated him. He only met the man when Jules first joined the pack but, that was enough for the two to pass judgment on one another. "It's not that simple, Danny. There's a lot of stuff going of that you wouldn't understand. Right now, I need to stay here. Whether or not I want to. The second this passes over, I promise that we can go somewhere, anywhere. Okay?"

"You promise?"

"I promise." She signed to him before looking him in the eyes. Danny was a bit skeptical if she really meant what she was saying but, the couple has been together long enough for him to take her word. The Italian man sighed before letting go of her and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Ok, I trust you. But, if you can get away later today, let me know." Juliana nodded before giving him a passionate kiss on the lips but before he got too into it, she pulled away with a smirk on her tan face. "Okay, I'll call you." She told him in sarcasm. "Oh, you're so fucking funny."

"I know, that's why I said it." With that, Danny pulled her in for one more kiss before letting her go and watching her enter the bathroom. When she closed the door, she shook her head before turning on the shower. She hated when Danny put her into situations like this. As much as she disliked the way the Alpha treated Danny, Michael wasn't that bad to her. He still protected her whenever he needed to. And she would feel like a traitor if she did leave the pack. Something her parents never would approve of her being.

After about twenty minutes, Juliana had her damp hair in a ponytail and a towel wrapped tightly around her body as she stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into the cold bedroom. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt that she kept over her house. She slipped on the clothes before walking out the door to the kitchen to see Danny sitting on the counter with a mug in his hands. He looked towards her with a smile. "I made coffee. Want some before you leave?" She moved over to him a kissed his cheek before signing to him. "Love some but, no. I really have to get going before the pack gets worried about their poor little mutt." Danny rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around his girl one more time before leaning in to kiss her goodbye. The Cuban girl smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, every time one of them tried to pull away the other one would just pulled them back in.

It wasn't until Juliana got a post from her cousin, that the pair actually pulled away from one another. Reading it, she silently cursed in her mind. "That's my cue to get going. I love you and I'll sneak away if I can."

"Love you too, Juliet." She grabbed her bag before running out the door, down the steps of his house. She heard someone snapping and looked up to see her boyfriend on the balcony. "You forgot your medication." He told her before dropping it into her hands. She slipped it into her bag before blowing him a kiss. "Thanks, baby. Love you."

"Love you back." The girl got on her motorcycle before waving to her boyfriend who waved back before walking inside to get ready for the day. It didn't take the girl too long to get back to her pack's house. She put her bike back where it belong before rushing inside. She smiled towards her cousin and raised an eyebrow while to older cousin came to meet her at the door asking with a very upfront question. "Well? What happened? Did you finally..--" Juliana cut her off before motioning her to lower her voice a bit. "I'll tell you later. Now, shut up." Ever since she told her cousin about what was happening to her, Grace took it upon herself to try and learn sign language.And for a beginner she was doing quite well. "Oh, I knew it! I knew you guys would! So, how was it?"

"Gracie, I'm not talking about this with you right now. I'll tell you later, got it?" Grace groaned softly before answering with a curt, "Fine." She walked into the kitchen with her cousin be her side before leaving the side of the younger cousin to get some juice from the refrigerator. "Good afternoon everyone."

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Astrid once again resumed her silence, setting the empty bottle on the table before her. Mariette joined the crew soon enough and Astrid turned her head some, offering only the lightest of smiles. She still wasn't sure why the hell she stuck around. Well, she knew why she was with the Coven. Her quest for redemption. But she was wondering why she hadn't simply begun to stage a coups d'etat. She had been with the Coven for only a mere eight months and she still hadn't figured out why she or any of the other older vampires were in the Coven. She could easily take charge – She had the numbers and the power on her side.

Honestly, she could take out all of them without breaking a sweat. But she would give that some thought at a later date. For the moment, she simply focused her attention on Jack as she rose up and ran her fingers through her hair. β€œActually – I think we can manage this one without them.” Her keen hearing had picked up bits of the Wolves' conversation and she wasn't going to harass them while they had their little puppy bonding time. Besides, being in the same vicinity should be enough to pacify Mariette. She was sure that the Alpha could give a damn less whether or not one of the vampires ventured out without an escort.

β€œI'll return shortly – I should wear something more fitting for getting dirty.” Yet another seductive smile was thrown her way as she used a suggestive tone, walking away from the group. She never ran around them – She was content with them guessing at her age and her speed would betray her ancient status. She had a bit of trouble controlling her speed when going short distances. Why did she go through such lengths to keep her age secret? There were a number of reasons ranging from simply because she wanted to and to avoid being used as the muscle.

She was perfectly content with the leader perceiving her as a bit weak compared to the others, being overlooked for many things. She had her own things to do and couldn't be bothered for trivial matters.

She soon returned in a pair of daisy dukes, suspenders, and a wifebeater. Shoes weren't on her list and she was more comfortable barefoot. Why not? It looked like a nice night. β€œJust try to keep up!”, she laughed at Jack as she motioned him to follow her. The house was really elegant and she found herself leaping from the third floor deck and landing yards away from the home before taking off to the north where the mountains were the highest. Her run was a bit human at first, hardly breaking 50mph before she began to pump her legs a bit faster after hearing Jack just behind her. She had to have her hair pulled into a bun to avoid getting snagged on a tree.

She was eager to come across a nice valley to run across so she could feel her hair behind her in the breeze. She still could never get over the fact that she never got tired. She could run from Italy to Japan to Russia to Ireland and not feel an ounce of fatigue. Provided that she had enough Fae blood in her to let her make it through the relatively few hours of sunlight that she'd pass through. Oh, to be able to run free without worrying for anyone but herself and Cheveyo. What she would give for that! The things that she would do to honor her religion. While many a vampire would laugh at most, if not all, forms of religion, she was adamant to stick with hers. Many things existed in the world that people thought were impossible. That defied the laws set for nature, their very existence unexplainable by science and often times even by magic. Who's to say that her deities didn't exist?




OOC: Michael will be up by Thursday. Friday night at the latest. Drago will be up Sunday.

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β€œSounds lonely.” Leanna replied softly as Janelle and Jr. wandered away, wishing not for the first time that the twins had other pups their age to socialize with. Human children, while perhaps not inferior in all the senses Jr. claimed, were most definitely not ideal playmates for were-pups who could literally turn their human peers into mincemeat if they truly tried. Lonely and unchallenging Leanna thought regretfully before making her way to the kitchen and saying her good mornings before grabbing a glass of water. She didn’t like taking food from the pack home, and it was rare for her to do so unless she’d brought a load of groceries and cooked a meal for everyone first.

Leanna’s ears perked up when Michael mentioned Ryder. She hadn’t seen him since that morning, but knowing him like she did, Leanna had a pretty good guess. She never had to answer however, as Ryder showed up moments after Michael asked after him, smelling like shower gel and dampness. On him, it wasn’t unpleasant. At the entrance of Dante however, Leanna stiffened considerably, instinctively inching closer to the omegas as her eyes following every movement of the unpleasant vampire who sent Ryder a mean look before stalking away. Leanna’s hearing was very good, and the muttered insult added to the flash of protective anger that passed through her, making her bristle before she shoved it down. Imagining everyone else, especially Luca and Stephano, had been put of edge by the brief encounter as well, Leanna projected out a sense of calm and ease as a small comfort to her pack mates.

Ryder’s suggestion of a hunt seemed to cut the tension, at least from her perspective, and Leanna agreed. If only to go out running as a wolf again. It had been a few days since she’d had the chance to indulge that pastime, and her inner wolf was crying out for the freedom of the forest. β€œThe opportunity to stretch our legs would be nice.” Leanna chimed in quietly, so as not to seem demanding.


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β€œCheating…” Darcy groaned as Jack and Astrid took off without the puppies, part of her wanting to join them for the excuse to get out of the stupid house. She wasn’t close enough to Jack or Astrid to go crashing their plant party though, and Astrid was definitely not the person to piss off, so Darcy resisted the urge. Instead, she decided to go exploring around the house, and zipped back to her bunk to retrieve her candy stash. Feeling in the mood for something she could chew viciously, Darcy pulled out her pack of strawberry twizzlers and began her trek about the enormous house. It really was a nice pad they had set up here. 'How the furry half lives...' she thought, mildly amused by her own joke as she began poking around the hallways for something interesting. She hadn’t been walking for too long before she ran across two pint sized puppies whom she recognized vaguely as the alpha puppy’s kids. Had Darcy been prone to wiser behavior, she might have simply backed off and gone down another hallway to avoid the two altogether. Darcy however, was Darcy, and she was nothing if not nonchalantly reckless, and continued her snooping.

β€œMunchkins.” Darcy offered in greeting with a lazy two finger salute with a twizzler hanging from between her teeth, looking particularly non-threatening. Vaguely she held out the pack of twizzlers in offering, not caring particularly whether they took one or not. β€œYou guy aren’t one of those freak kids who aren’t allowed to have sugar right? Cause that’d just be depressing.” Darcy drawled lazily in Italian.

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Voices soon became constant and the norm as Zakhar took another drink from his bumbo; his hearing began to focus more closely on the room around him as more bodies of supernatural entities began to flood into the log house. True, it was odd for a vampire to complain about too much noise, but Zakhar had to be different in more than one way, after all; his hearing being easily comparable to the werewolves that he was staying with, according to his mathematics and earlier readings. It made things quite odd during the nights he would attempt to be alone, only to hear the hazy moans of a couple in the middle of copulation a block over; the odd feeling would be worse when it was fellow vampire. So he trained his hearing to become much more secular, more selective in the voices and sounds it would pick up. While in the mortal sense, this would spell dread, this little quirk was a blessing for the man.

The first voice, ironically enough, was Darcy's - she had appeared at a peculiar time, said very little and was with vodka; interesting. β€œAre you going stir crazy too or is it just me? We keep this crap up and I think I’m gonna start breaking stuff.” Zakhar began to close the book at her statement, the serious tone intriguing him. It seemed that Darcy wasn't the only one with such a negative opinion of the werewolves, as Astrid also piped up - not in his direction, but still within the easily audible range - about her dissatisfaction with their living arrangements. Jack was a slight more light hearted in his responsive tone, sounding more like joking about their conditions. Mentally, Zakhar wrote it all down on, the proverbial pen on his imaginary paper until he had some alone time to make it physical.

Mariette also entered at this time; as her second in command, it was almost instinct that Zak reply courtly and politely. "Good day, miss." While it was an automated response - one did not become the second in command without flattery - and he wasn't facing her at the time, Zakhar's voice never sounded robotic. If anything, his tone was charming and polite, with a hint of wistful ambition. However, he had allowed himself to get distracted by the noise of the kitchen, and his own mental notes. Darcy was still awaiting his response, which was curious unto itself; she rarely cared for another's opinions.

Until Zakhar realized that half of the room had suddenly disappeared. An eyebrow raised in curiosity as he scanned the room, the sounds of the recent events collecting into his now empty ears. Astrid and Jack ran off to go explore something about a flower, and Darcy hastily ran off before he could answer. A light sigh escaped his lips before curling into a smile, staring down at his glass. β€œIt seems that the popular opinion toward the wolves is negative, miss.” His voice was soft, directed at the only vampire left in the room, Mariette. β€œI am intrigued in them, the others seem to brush them off as feral.” Since many of the vampires had left, he grabbed a pen and his black book from his coat and began to write down his musings for the day, awaiting if a response would be given to him.

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Mariette gives a slight nod of the head in response to Jack's returned greeting, the french, and the accent which betrayed it as his native language, as it is that of she and her sister, is pleasant, despite her general tendency to not be a particularly nostalgic individual. The young, by vampire standards, woman had spent several of her first decades in this form mourning her humanity, due partially to the conditions under which she had been forcible shifted, and at some point had realized the utter pointlessness in that wistfulness. Soon after this decision, she had reunited with Genevieve, her younger sister whom she hadn't realized had been turned as well, during her absence. Had Genevieve found her prior to those several decades, Mariette would definitely be a much different person than she is now, and certainly would never have cared to make any sort of attempt at leading a coven. While the woman might not have the years of experience of several of the senior members, she did have many densely packed years of trials. Her reasoning for joining a coven had been mostly wrapped around the idea that Genevieve would prefer it, not that she would ever admit to this, and following that, her becoming the leader had been almost accidental.

What's done is done, though, and she'd rather not allow the power to slip during this moment. The last thing the coven needs right now, while trying to forge peace with the werewolves and deal with the Cacciatori, is a power struggle. Such a thing is unnecessary and seems almost trivial when faced with trying to keep the coven safe in its entirety. It is not without these things in mind that Mariette returns Astrid's brief smile of greeting. The woman is, from what Mariette fears, more well-liked, and is certainly older, though by how much she does not know for certain. Perhaps it is just a hunch that she sees Astrid as the most likely to try something, and it is for that reason that Mariette does nothing. She tries to avoid action based on 'feelings'. Mariette nods at Zakhar, who greets her in his ever-polite manner.

She watches Jack and Astrid, from the corner of her eyes and in such a way that is noticeable but dismissive, as Astrid decides to shirk wolf companionship, and eventually leaves with Jack, wearing clothing that Mariette finds reminiscent of a plumber, for whatever reason. Darcy is clearly not happy with the fact that they are leaving, but Mariette, too, realizes that the wolves are likely going out on a hunt now. Besides, Astrid, she is confident, can deal with any major issues, and hopefully they will avoid antagonizing the wolves should they run into them while out. Hopefully.

As the room clears out significantly, Mariette finds herself alone in the guest kitchen, but for Zakhar, quiet as usual and absorbed in his own thoughts. He finally reacts to the emptiness as Mariette takes a quiet sip of her tea, the smile curling at his mouth familiarly. He proceeds to put into words an observation of the obvious, with a tinge of what Mariette perceives as amusement in his voice.

Mariette, for her own part, is surprisingly indifferent regarding the wolves. This is to say that, while she doesn't hold any real dislike for them, nor does she find herself itching to make their acquaintances. They are people passing by on the street, a bland shopkeeper, the person standing quietly on the other side of the elevator. Well, they mostly were, at least, until recently. Fate has played its hand quite interestingly. "Well, they are entitled to their opinions, so long as it doesn't seep into their behavior, I suppose," she responds, setting her tea down and stirring it absentmindedly with a spoon. Mariette glances over at Zakhar, curious as to his expressed interest in the werewolves.

"They do have their curious aspects, don't they? Well, regardless of all that, Astrid and Darcy and all else will just need to put up with it for now. We have more important things to worry about than their petty disdain," she adds, despite being nearly certain that someone might hear it. There always seems to be ears listening, no matter how safe one believes they are from outside observers. Mariette eyes Zakhar's journal briefly, before returning to her tea for another drink.

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Jack watched as Astrid stood, running her fingers through her long hair, "Actually, I think we can manage this one without them." Astrid said, much to Jack's delight. The trip would be much more enjoyable without having to drag along a watching werewolf. β€œI'll return shortly – I should wear something more fitting for getting dirty.” Astrid adding, a seductive smile playing across her face as she left. Jack couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, his own mouth forming a small smirk. While Jack waited he took his now empty glass up and placed it in the dishwasher. He loved the rising technology, it made life so much easier. As he always though, who wanted to wash dishes when you could be running through the night hunting for food? Of course, if he was true to his vampiric nature he wouldn't need to use dishes, but you've got to move with the times.

It wan't long before Astrid was back, in clothes a lot more casual. Jack had no such concern for his own clothes. "Just try to keep up." Astrid said, as she led him through the house and out via the third floor deck. Jack grinned, "Try and stop me." He replied playfully as he jumped off behind her. At first his body protested, he had after all just woken up. However after a moment his legs started to move faster, quickly passing anything humanly possible. He felt wind breeze past him and branches harmlessly rip along his skin. He smiled at the feeling of being outside. All around him the plants seemed to wake up at his presence, trying to reach out to him before he vanished a second later. Jack made a silent promise to return when he had enough time, but for now he was simply enjoying the run. There was nothing like running fast. He could understand the werewolves' desire to hunt and run in wolf form if it was anything like this. Up ahead he could see Astrid's form darting through the trees, enjoying the run just as much as he was. Where they were going, Jack didn't know, but he was happy to let Astrid lead him there. None of the other vampires in the coven knew of Astrid's true age. She was much older than him and Jack knew that if she wanted to she could easily out run him.

Curiosity getting the better of him Jack pushed harder, quickly catching up with Astrid until he was running beside her.
"So, where is this mysterious flower?" He asked, before breaking into a cheeky grin. "Or is this some elaborate excuse to get me alone?"

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The kitchen was filling up fast with members and Michael quickly did a head count – Scarlet, Ryder, Leanna, Paolo, Luca, Stefano, Grace, Julianna. Yeah – That was everyone besides the twins. He could tell that everyone else was itching for a run as badly as he was and a faint smile crossed his face as he lifted his hands to silence everyone. β€œVa bene - Spostiamo e la testa fuori. Si correrΓ  a lago de Molinelli. Cinque minuti. Incontra davanti.” A wolfish grin slid across his features as the others gave soft cheers. He suddenly switched into serious,Alpha mode, with his arms crossed over his chest, as he addressed them as a whole once again. β€œE smettere di essere tali fighe intorno alla casa. Questa Γ¨ la tua casa troppo. Hai fame? Ottenere qualcosa. Il frigorifero non Γ¨ lΓ¬ per la decorazione e la mia famiglia non Γ¨ affatto cosΓ¬ egoista o avaro. Voi tutti sapete che. Esplorare un po '. Basta stare fuori della mia stanza e l'ufficio. Va bene?” He made direct eye contact with everyone except Ryder and seemed to often overlook Julianna, but that was usually how he was.

He didn't hate Julianna, but he was still debating on whether or not he should just kill her boyfriend or not. He was already wary about humans, but she had dared reveal not just herself, but the entire fucking Pack and the location of their territory and home to a human that wasn't even her lifemate. As far as Mike was concerned, the mute was just a fling. If he wasn't? Well – He could always simply come to an untimely demise. He was sure that Danny was probably a nice boy, but the fact that he was human overlooked all of that. There was a reason there weren't many humans that were allowed to hang around Packs – They rarely understood, cared for, or respected the Werewolf traditions. He wondered how keen Danny would be to slip into her jeans if he knew that she descended from wolves. Literally. Many could not answer the question of whether the chicken or the egg came first, but Michael knew for a fact that the wolf came before the human. Hence his feeling of disgust for Werewolves mating with humans. Being in human form didn't make it any less of bestiality.





He could feel the burn as his powerful and long legs thrust him over the fallen tree in his way, too large to duck under it. His jet black fur was pushed down as the wind raced through it, filling him with the sensation of absolute freedom. The wolf threw his head back and let out a howl that the others responded to quickly. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as he leaped over yet another fallen tree. There were plenty of fallen trees littering the ground as a result from them fighting, not looking where they were going, or just pushing them over because they could. He remembered what it was like when he was young, watching the older wolves knock things around. He was still just the size of a normal wolf at the age of seven.

He was fifteen when he was the size of a pony and his strength increased. Twenty came around and he was as big as he is now, larger than a grizzly bear and seven times as strong. Taking down trees was easy and it was a rush to feel the power surge through him. But he wasn't here to take down trees, he was on his way to the larger of the lakes on the property. He could feel the others in his head, laughing and taunting one another as they raced. He simply threw his head back and let loose a happy howl. It had been a while since they had run together. Their earlier hunt was a good one. Considering their large size, it took a lot to fill them up. The kids went through a good three sixteen ounces of steak just to satiate themselves. For that reason, they took care not to hunt too much, allowing the animals to breed more so that they outnumbered the wolves a good eighty to one.




β€œThe first Werewolves to come into existence started in the British Isles. That's where the first Viking raids began. Back then, being a witch wasn't as taboo as it became later on as centuries passed. So, fearing for the attacks to come, many villages turned to local witches for aide and the witches tried to defend against the vikings themselves with their magic, but it wasn't enough. Vikings had their witches too. So, they decided to fight brute force with brute force. They went deep into the forests and decided that animals would be the best. The wolves were wanted because they were true predators, beautiful, powerful, stealthy, honorable, and loyal.

And so, with their powerful magic, they gathered many Packs and granted them the ability to shift into human forms at any time that they wish by sacrificing a dozen human hearts on the night of a full moon, though they never would be able to shift into humans on the night of a full moon. They weren't just able to look human – They were capable of understanding human speech and speaking it themselves. Nearly their entire genetic makeup shifted. But a few witches wondered about how they would defend against vampires. Sure, they could take down a human man...But a vampire? And so, they were granted five times their previous size. They increased in strength as well. Even a newborn Werewolf would have three times the strength of a human child. Their senses were greatly multiplied and their intelligence was heightened, though it was hardly needed.

You could imagine the surprise of the Vikings when they attacked towns guarded by these large and fierce creatures. Many of them couldn't believe what they were seeing and had convinced themselves that the villagers had somehow tamed bears to fight for them. But they never gave up and sometimes they would win. The werewolves were also effective in deterring vampires and soon, everyone wanted some. From the British Isles to Scandinavia to Italy eventually to the Americas. Werewolves spread far and wide. But we were forced into hiding when we became hunted. They soon forgot that we were creatures of the wild and not meant to be tamed house pets and guards. We faded into myth, dissociating ourselves as we watched humans destroy themselves from the shadows. It wasn't our problem anymore.”


Astrid watched from the shadows as Michael told the tale of Werewolves coming to be, a light smile on her face as she remembered their rise all too well. They were as fascinating then as they are now. To her, at least. But with how much the Immortals tended to stay away from one another, rarely being able study each other outside of battle. Faeries were her favorite so far. She took a brief moment to think back to the flowers she had shown Jack – He had been confused and a bit frustrated when they wouldn't respond to him and she still hadn't told him how she caused them to open. They bloomed at her touch, emitting a short burst of light and glittering under the moonlight with their translucent petals. They were beautiful.

Janelle and her brother were naked like the other wolves at the fire, listening to their father eagerly as they tore into the buck that had crossed their path earlier. Blood covered them, messy eaters that they were. But they didn't mind. Their eyes shone with pride for their heritage as they looked around at the others. Though they scrutinized Julianna and and Leanna before returning to their chow. Michael held an air of power about him as he leaned forward some, relaying the story that had been passed down from Wolf to Wolf since their first Pack. It was the same story through every Pack, though he felt ashamed to be associated with them as they cast away their traditions for the modern world of humans.




Somewhere within Venice...

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The Cacciatorri Venice HQ didn't really look like much on the outside. Its walls were plain white with a splash of green upon its conservatory dome to shake things up. Guards in black patrolled the grounds with guns and silver stakes, daring Immortals to attack the sacred ground. This mansion was only one of the many Cacciatori headquarters locations across the world and by far one of the smaller ones. The group living that reported to [and often lived in] this particular mansion handled every supernatural sighting south of Venice. They hadn't gone out in a while now, Doctor Lennox still in hot water with his superiors for what appeared to have been a false lead on a decent sized Vampire Coven in the small town of Rose. But they found no trace of them and if anyone in town knew anything...they hadn't said so.

It was within this mansion that Drago Caito lived. He had been living there since the Cacciatori executed his parents and older brother for willingly turning Vampire. They hadn't been associated with the secret society of hunters for almost twenty years, though they still taught their children the Cacciatori ways. Drago, with only his grandparents left, was forced to move in with them. His grandfather had been the previous leader of the southern Italy division. But Doctor Lennox had taken over when his grandfather passed away. Drago hardly cared – Leadership wasn't passed down, it was earned. And he didn't want it.

Right now, the well-built male was nursing a set of bleeding knuckles. It was nearly two in the morning and he was content with simply spending time on his own, locked up in his bedroom. Well. The room that he shared with the other young men whenever they stayed. Some stayed permanently like he did while others came and went as they pleased, having their own jobs and lives outside of the Cacciatori. Everybody took Drago's refusal to get an outside job as extreme dedication to the Cacciatori.

If only they knew.

He was actually wishing that Landon would come by. He hadn't seen his boyfriend all day. Considering that the Cacciatori were all hardcore with their Catholicism, the relationship between the two young men wasn't something that they talked about openly. There were a lot of things that he didn't like about the Cacciatori. He was a firm believer in God, yes. But while the guild of hunters seemed to focus on preaching about God's wrath and hatred towards specific groups, Drago was more about the love. But he'd be free soon.... He hoped. Maybe he actually could find a Vampire to speak to if Doctor Lennox would send him with the investigative crew back to Rose.

He stood and found a dark grey tank top to pull over his bandaged torso, having his ass handed to him by one of their trainers earlier. He moved his fingers gingerly, the bandaged digits still aching from missing Alex's head and hitting concrete. He was lucky that he didn't sprain his wrist or break his fingers.

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For the past week, Genevieve along with the other vampires have been getting used to life with the wolves. While most might be upset over the move, Ginny was a little more... open to the idea of moving in with the dogs. The young vampire spent most of the night, unpacking the last box of her belongings in her new room, all being her journals of what she has seen and experienced for the past 120 years of her life. She slid the last one into her bookshelf that was located to the right of her bed. She had to make sure that she had gotten every single one of them, knowing that if she left one of them especially one of her older ones it would only lead the hunters one step closer to find the coven and then that much closer to finding the pack only a few miles away from the city. To be completely honest, Ginny thought and assumed that it was going to be a shack in comparison to the coven's large gray mansion which was right at the end of the small Italian city. But, to her surprise it was much more beautiful than she thought it would be. And the girl she was rooming with wasn't too bad. She seemed nice enough, Ginny rarely saw her at night as she would sneak out to see her love.

Genevieve believed that it was romantic, but as Juliana told her not everyone thought it was okay. Some wanted her to leave her boyfriend, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the man she had loved for several years now. And Ginny told the wolf that she could always just leave. But, all the girl said was 'It's complicated' before changing the subject. The French girl, looked at her journals before sighing. Looking at the time, she knew she should be getting ready for the day seeing that she was still in her Doctor Who pajamas with her blonde hair in a messy bun at almost six in the afternoon. Walking to her closet she grabbed out a pair of jeans and a shirt before slipping them on and rushing to the bathroom to make everything perfect from her hair to her makeup. Everything had to live up to her standards before leaving the house or even her new room. It took about thirty minutes to get herself presentable, or at least her definition of presentable.

The girl left her room and closed the door behind her before heading down the stairs quickly. She looked down at the stairs as she walked down. Walking to the guest kitchen to grab her jacket, the girl saw Zakhar and her older sister. She smiled towards Zakhar before stopping and looking towards the two. "Good afternoon, guys" She turned her blue eyes towards before her sister and looking down at the marble table. As much as she loved her sister and would do anything for her. She sometimes wasn't sure if Mari felt the same way. She always brushed off the affection Ginny tried to show her and rarely treated her as her baby sister, she treated her more like just another member of the coven which truly hurt her sometimes. But, she didn't want to tell her sister this. She didn't want to seem like she was complaining because at the end of the day, Mari was the leader and Genevieve was nothing more than the tag-along little sister, someone who just needed to do what the leader said.


She quickly grabbed her coat from behind one of the chairs before she cleared her throat and walking towards the front door. "I'm..--um. I'm heading out for a little bit but I'll be back soon. If you need anything, I have my phone on me."

She gave them a small wave before walking out of the kitchen and out the front door. Looking at her phone, she sighed before dialing a number one of her friends from town, a rouge vampire had given her to a man named Leo. Close to nothing was known about the man except that he was one of them, a mythical creature who wanted to put an end to the Cacciatori. She walked away from the house and towards the end of the driveway before stopping and pressing the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Yes, hello. Is this Leo? My friend told me you could help me find out." The man chuckled on the other end before sighing. "Ah, well hello, doll! Nadia told me about your situation and luckily I think I can help you out a little bit."

"Really?! That's great. Thank you so much..--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roads, dollface. I'm many things but, a bad businessman isn't one of them. I am not a man that give things away for free. What are you going to give me in return?" How did she not see this coming? People always wanted something in return. "Anything. I really need this information." Even if she couldn't see this man's face, she could tell he was grinning like a fox. "Anything? I like your style, kid... Okay look, I don't know exactly where they're base is located but, it's somewhere on the south side of Venice."

"Oh my God, thank you so much. So, what do you want in return?"

"Nothing." The girl raised any eyebrow and lost her smile. "Nothing? Nothing at all?"

"Well, nothing right now. Just remember you owe me a favor dollface. And, be careful over there. Unlike you, they won't take mercy on you."

"Oh, okay. No problem. Thank you so much." The girl heard the phone hang up on the other end before hanging up herself and putting her phone in her back pocket. "Well, Venice. Here I come." She sighed before beginning taking off in a blur. She pushed her body to the limit, going as fast as she could.

Within twenty minutes the girl had stopped to catch her breath a bit before walking towards a store to look at a map. "Let's see. South side...south side...Ah! Here it is." Looking at the map, she saw a large area that seemed to mean something to her. She smiled before walking away from all the tourists and locals. She groaned like a child before beginning to run again.

It didn't take long whatsoever for her to make her way to a large white house. She took a deep breath in before putting on her sunglasses and rushing on the lawn. She looked through every window and door she could to get a feel of what they were going up against. "Let's see what we have here." She said in a hushed tone as she looked around the the house through the windows. In all honest, she couldn't see anyone. It seemed like a normal house but, she knew this had to be it. Leo knew everything and there was no way he could wrong about this.

"There has to be something here." She said with a pout before looking up to see a balcony. She got a devious smirk as she jumped up and grabbed on to the cement and then the railing. She pulled herself over the metal rail before quietly looking in the large windows to see a large office. She knew the door was more than likely lock but, she needed to get in there somehow. Looking around the balcony, she tried to look for something to pick the lock. But, of course, there was nothing. "Dang it."

Genevieve let out a sharp breath before jumping off the balcony and landing on her feet. Looking at the time, fifteen minutes have passed since she first got on the property. "I should really get going before I get caught." She thought to herself before running off the property and heading back to the house to tell her coven and wolves what she had found the house of the humans they were trying to put an end to. No one could say that she was useless anymore because unlike them she actually could find the house.

But, on her way back home, she decided to take a turn to Milan to spend a little time to herself. Looking at the time, she thought that she could spend an hour or so to herself, shopping and doing what she wanted before having to head to the house and telling the two leaders what she had found.

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For eons, Immortals have been at war with one another. They've hidden among humans in plain sight, carrying out acts of war when the night falls and the moon rises. But since the unthinkable has happened, they've got to put aside their differences and work together to get rid of the ones hunting them. Before they can fight together, they must learn to live with one another.

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Character Portrait: Astrid
Character Portrait: Mariette Le'Rouge
Character Portrait: Landon Seymour
Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli
Character Portrait: Janelle Molinelli
Character Portrait: Luca Agani
Character Portrait: Ryder Molinelli
Character Portrait: Genevieve Le'Rouge
Character Portrait: Zakhar Korzhakov
Character Portrait: Leanna Harper
Character Portrait: Juliana Ramos
Character Portrait: Maxwell St. John
Character Portrait: Carla Medici
Character Portrait: Michael "Monster" Molinelli Jr.
Character Portrait: Darcy
Character Portrait: Stefano Klein
Character Portrait: Victoria Calirillo
Character Portrait: Dr. Joseph Lennox

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Character Portrait: Dante Rella
Dante Rella

"I'm not sorry."

Character Portrait: Dr. Joseph Lennox
Dr. Joseph Lennox

"Compared to them we're delicate, easily broken. To make up for that, we have to be smarter."

Character Portrait: Victoria Calirillo
Victoria Calirillo

"Some times I just wish I could take a really long vacation with my daughter's."

Character Portrait: Stefano Klein
Stefano Klein

"I really don't fit in well: even my name doesn't match."

Character Portrait: Darcy
Darcy

"If one more person tells me I look like Britany Spears, I swear to God I'm going to eat them...and not in the fun way!"

Character Portrait: Carla Medici
Carla Medici

"I've been called shallow before, but I think they are just jealous."

Character Portrait: Maxwell St. John
Maxwell St. John

"I am not a manipulator. I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer."

Character Portrait: Juliana Ramos
Juliana Ramos

"Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear."

Character Portrait: Leanna Harper
Leanna Harper

"I can take anything you dish my way, half-breed or not, don't under-estimate me."

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Character Portrait: Janelle Molinelli
Janelle Molinelli

"You'll fall under my spell; they all do."

Character Portrait: Luca Agani
Luca Agani

"How 'bout we all just settle down for a moment?"

Character Portrait: Victoria Calirillo
Victoria Calirillo

"Some times I just wish I could take a really long vacation with my daughter's."

Character Portrait: Carla Medici
Carla Medici

"I've been called shallow before, but I think they are just jealous."

Character Portrait: Ryder Molinelli
Ryder Molinelli

"Hi... I'm just going to um go play football now."

Character Portrait: Zakhar Korzhakov
Zakhar Korzhakov

"If knowledge is power, and power corrupts, how come knowledge is what brings peace?"

Character Portrait: Genevieve Le'Rouge
Genevieve Le'Rouge

"Today's special moments are tomorrow's memories."

Character Portrait: Dante Rella
Dante Rella

"I'm not sorry."

Character Portrait: Juliana Ramos
Juliana Ramos

"Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear."

Character Portrait: Maxwell St. John
Maxwell St. John

"I am not a manipulator. I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer."

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Character Portrait: Zakhar Korzhakov
Zakhar Korzhakov

"If knowledge is power, and power corrupts, how come knowledge is what brings peace?"

Character Portrait: Astrid
Astrid

I am many things. Above all, I am an apex predator.

Character Portrait: Luca Agani
Luca Agani

"How 'bout we all just settle down for a moment?"

Character Portrait: Maxwell St. John
Maxwell St. John

"I am not a manipulator. I like to think of myself more as an outcome engineer."

Character Portrait: Stefano Klein
Stefano Klein

"I really don't fit in well: even my name doesn't match."

Character Portrait: Darcy
Darcy

"If one more person tells me I look like Britany Spears, I swear to God I'm going to eat them...and not in the fun way!"

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Landon Seymour

"We're the good guys, so we should focus on protecting above all else."

Character Portrait: Dr. Joseph Lennox
Dr. Joseph Lennox

"Compared to them we're delicate, easily broken. To make up for that, we have to be smarter."

Character Portrait: Victoria Calirillo
Victoria Calirillo

"Some times I just wish I could take a really long vacation with my daughter's."


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Rose, Italy

Rose, Italy by Vix

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Cacciatori Southern HQ

Cacciatori Southern HQ by Vix

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Luna Foresta

Luna Foresta by Vix

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Casa dei Lupi Luna

Casa dei Lupi Luna by Vix

Large, beautiful, and secretive.

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