Cedric-
Cedric Kaelin was a bit wary as he pulled into the gravel parking lot of a small bar on the outskirts of town. He ran a large hand back through his short hair as he parked, then grasped the steering wheel with both hands hard. He didn't really know why he was here, then again he did.. He needed time alone, just a couple hours, that's all. He released his grip from the wheel once he heard it start to crack beneath his forceful grasp. Stepping from the black truck he rolled his shoulders back, sighing as he moved towards the entrance. On the way he cast a glance to his right. Two guys stood in the shadows, leaning against the wall there, puffing on cigarettes. They were murmuring under their breath, watching Cedric. He forcefully swallowed the growl that inched up his throat, looking away. Yanking the door out of his way he walked inside, immediately hit with at least eight different scents from eight different people in the room. They were combined with the heavy smell of alcohol and other things he could not quiet pinpoint. Cedric moved towards the bar, his broad frame earning many stares that were intended to be casual glances. He brushed them off, however, with the roll of his light blue eyes.
Upon reaching the bar in slid onto a stool, looking at the bartender who stared at him with hard, brown eyes. He figured he wasn't going to speak, so cleared his throat.
"He'll have a scotch, on me." A voice said before Cedric could even speak, causing him to glance towards his right. He quirked a brow. Sitting there was a tall guy, pretty much as broad as Cedric himself. He wore a lazy grin and pale green eyes. The bartender grumbled something unintelligent under his breath and walked off. The man threw out a hand, "The name is Ethan Hart," he introduced with a plastered on smile. Cedric gazed at his hand a second, as if deciding whether or not he should shake it. Looking back up he grasped the so-called Ethan's hand and shook it firmly. "Cedric Kaelin," he echoed, reaching over and grasping the glass of scotch that was slammed on the bar. He took a swig,
"Nice to meet you," Ethan chuckled, taking a quick drink of whatever was in the dark brown bottle he held. "I don't see many werewolves around here," The guy went on, causing Cedric to tense, every muscle in his body doing so. He cast a glance around the room, no one seemed to notice. "Don't worry about it! Half the people here are drunk off their ass and don't even remember their own names!" Ethan assured, chortling once more as he leaned up against the bar casually.
Cedric cut his gaze, setting down his scotch. He leaned forward, if he was in his wolf form his hackles would have been raised. "How do you know what I am?" he growled in under his breath. A sly grin swept across Ethan's lips as he looked at the wolf, giving a shrug. "I could smell your honey sweet blood the minute you walked in the door, Cedric," he said, sounding so at ease, like they were talking about the weather. A dumbfounded expression glinted across Cedric's face as he leaned back. "What are you?"
After that Ethan had presumed telling Cedric what he was, a vampire, but not your average vampire, that is. He told him about saving a young girl who was attacked by a werewolf, a girl by the name of Dustin. Said that she was staying with him from then on; Cedric was a bit skeptical about that, but said nothing. The vampire mentioned that she was a pretty "confused half-breed." And ever since that night Cedric and Ethan kept in contact here or there. They became pretty good friends.
Shutting the last bedroom door Cedric turned and walked back down the hallway the way he came. He had gave all the rooms a quick once over to make sure they looked presentable, clean. The day before he had Gabriel and Briony cleaning like little minions; of course, he cleaned as well, it was funny though, watching the two run around like chickens with their heads cut off. He was happy that he got to see an old friend of his once more, Ethan was a funny guy, an old guy that could really help him out. And Cedric really needed it. He walked down the long staircase, taking a deep breath of the cool air. He had turned the AC on, knowing that most of the wolves coming would not be use to the heat just yet, and need it; he knew he did the first couple of weeks living on the island. Cedric walked back out on the porch, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his shorts. In his left pocket was the letter from the Coven Master of the other island. He had kept it, and had read it over and over. He gave a disgruntled grunt, pulling the letter from his pocket. It use to be crisp, clean, and white. But now, it had be crumpled repeatedly, and was ripped in the top right corner. Cedric snarled, eyeing the words with a malicious gaze. Shoving it back into his shorts pockets he glanced up, watching as the first boat pulled up to the dock. He just hoped his siblings would not scare their guests away..
Gabriel&Briony
Briony had returned to her crouching position, loving on the large dog who had rolled onto his back so she could scratch his belly. "You are such a user, Mouse," she teased, in return getting an eye roll from Gabriel. "You treat that dog like it's a person or something, Brion." he laughed, watching the first boat get closer and closer to the dock. He could start making out figures now. One was tall and broad, a male for sure, and the other.. Gabe squinted, leaning forward just a bit. The other seemed to be angled behind the male, so he guessed it was a female or a very feminine male. He leaned back, nudging Briony's shoulder with his hand gently. "Stand up, they're almost here and you're going to look like a freak cooing at a dog." he grunted, this remark causing Briony to look up at Gabe and flash her fangs. "Shut up before I push you into the water and embarrass you in front of them." she warned, standing and brushing off the butt of her faded blue jean shorts that came to mid-thigh.
"You wouldn't have the guts," Gabriel joked, his blue eyes widening as a rough shove sent him stumbling to his left. However, he caught himself before her plummeted into the crystal clear, blue water. "Briony!" he yelped, glaring daggers down at her. She grinned, crossing her long, slim arms in front of her black Neon Trees tee shirt which, ironically enough, had a wolf head plastered to the front. She looked at the boat as it pulled up to the side of the dock, her interest sparking immediately. The driver of the boat nodded in her direction, "Ms. Briony," he said quietly. She flashed him a smile that died a little too quickly, "Mr. Potter's," she mused, watching the two new comers make their way onto the dock with all their luggage. A girl and a guy. The girl hid behind the broad male easily, and it was a little funny.. The way they looked when side by side. He was so much bigger!
Humor reflected in her green gaze, glancing at her brother, as if to say 'Well say something!' The tall male spoke first, causing Brion to cut her gaze at him.
Gabriel watched as the two wolves moved from the boat. He noticed the small blonde having trouble with her luggage and moved forward just barely to offer his help. Conveniently enough as he opened his mouth to speak she was successful with getting everything up herself. His mouth snapped shut. His eyes flickered to the male now, and he beat down a snarl that rumbled in his chest. Maybe it was a wolf thing, but Gabe was just a bit too territorial.
He looked at Brion, meeting her gaze. Gabe gave a slight nod and turned to speak, but the male wolf spoke before he could.
"Hey, welcome to the Island. My name's Gabriel, and this is my sister, Briony," he motioned towards her, and she gave a nod and a wave, as if to seem uninterested with what was going on. "Cedric is back at the house waiting to show you both around and answer any questions you may have," he explained, it sounding like he had practiced hours in front of the mirror, going over the same lines.
Briony couldn't help but laugh, looking down as something soft ran along her right hand. It was Mouse. The Great Dane had his tongue lolled out to the side, his tail wagging rhythmically. She smiled, then her predatory gaze was brought back to the newcomers. "He sounds like a robot because in all honesty he practiced that speech for at least thirty minutes this morning." she teased, glancing over and laughing as Gabriel's face slowly turned a red color, the blush creeping up his neck.
"Shut up, Briony!" he growled, glancing at the small blonde girl, then the guy, then out at the water. He was going to kill Brion later, literally murder her. It's not like she would be missed!