Marbrooke, Maine.

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Rayne stood there with an emotionless face, he was in Fiction a small fairy tale or supernatural book shop, with a few things more. He stood behind the counter awaiting customers, he stood there staring at the clock. Six more minutes…. he thought. Then he could go to the back room and set up his reading table.

He stared at the small store he was inside, there were a few…no about all of the book in the store he had read. The book series The Immortals he really enjoyed, he felt similar to Ever. He smirked in thought as a melody played through the store, a familiar one. The song "Wake Me Up When September Ends." by the band he loved Green Day.

As the clock slowly passed to when he could go to the back room he slowly set everything up, he felt his stomach grumble. "Andi!!! I'm going on lunch break!!" he yelled walking out the front door heading to Subway.

"Liliana! Come here. It's time I showed you this."

Liliana lifted her head slowly from the book she was reading, before getting out of her chair that was in her kitchen. She wore an oversized jumper and leggings, paired with her black knee length leather boots. She knew her grandmother would disapprove, but didn't care. She hurried upstairs, as that's where her grandmother's voice had came from. Lily was slightly surprised that her grandmother wasn't wearing some super medieval wear, and didn't even complain about Lily's own clothing. Even more surprising was that her grandmother had the attic door open, and was beckoning her up there. Frowning, Lily followed her up there, and her grandmother hobbled along in front of her, until they reached the attic window.

"Grandmother? What's going on?" Lily crept forward after her Grandmother, who had picked up a dusty old book, and then blew the dust off the cover. Lily crept forward until she could read the words on the Black book cover, and her frown deepened. It read; "The Hawthorne Family Grimoire" in beautiful cursive. Lily reached out and brushed her hand over the cover, before her grandmother gave it to her. "Keep it safe." She muttered, before hobbling off downstairs. Lily stared at the book a little while longer, before placing it back on the pedestal.

"I'll read you later." She told it, before heading out. She was hungry, and didn't really fancy her grandmother's cooking that day. She grabbed her wallet and headed to Subway - she needed a good sandwich.

The afternoon sun was high in the sky distributing its rays throughout the busy town of Marbrooke, many of its residents seeking a suitable location for lunch. Although not everyone was eager to greet the warming day as sunlight filtered through tattered curtains of a one bedroom apartment shooing away the natural darkness of the room. A noise came from the occupied bed a cross between a hiss and swear as the rumpled covers were tucked even tighter around the occupant clearly trying to avoid the greetings of the day. The war for sleep was shortly won as a shrill, obnoxious beeping made its presence known in the faintly lit room as a pale hand groped along the floor in search of the noisemaker. A few minutes of searching were rewarded as Elizabeth Valdine's hand clenched around a slim silver cell phone before slowly sitting up and flipping it open. Bleary golden eyes slowly fluttered open as Elizabeth searched through missed text messages and phone calls, a few snappish ones from her mother saying good morning which was received around eight that morning. Her messages grew more argrivated as her only daughter never replied back with one question in every single accusation "Are you sleeping your life away still?" . Elizabeth merely snorted before replying back with a short 'No' as she stretched out the tension in her back. Her day was just beginning at the adequate hour of the late afternoon.

After a quick shower, Elizabeth slipped on an outfit of sturdy blue jeans and a black tank top, while on her feet a pair of dirty black sneakers. Taking a decent amount of time on choosing her desired jewelery for the day, she settled on her favored pair of silver bell earrings and a sterling silver necklace reaching just to her chest. Her hair was tad too wavy for her liking as she ran a brush through the fuzzy mess, her fingers trailing on the bright pink portion. Satisfied with her hair's behavior she slipped on her remaining accessories of gaudy rings varying in shades of silver. A low rumble came from her stomach as she padded into the kitchen, immediately seizing the handle of her refrigerator before letting out a whine of disappointment as it was nearly vacant. Tracing her upper lip with her tongue as she debated the pros and cons of giving into her food craving. Poking her head out the window of her apartment, she felt a content smile slip onto her face as the sun caressed her skin.

Stepping out onto the busy concrete street, her steps surprisingly light as her feet slapped against the hot pavement. The joys of being a familiar part-time was a few adaptions that crossed over into her human form. Although there were drawbacks as she found herself having the most inopportune cravings for feline treasures such as freshly caught fish..not cheap days old product from some far off location. Thankfully the town of Melbrooke had a decent number of freshly caught fish every morning..or at least what remained of the morning catch as Elizabeth peered curiously at the various species of fish remaining in the present stalls of the fish market. The screaming of gulls made her grit her teeth as she attempted to make a quality selection much to chagrin of the burly looking man attempting to sell to the indecisive young woman. A sigh escaped her lips as her golden eyes flickered over each fish before shrugging hopelessly as the burly fishermen swore in exasperation, his irritation creeped along Elizabeth's skin as she purred "Forgive me, I having a trouble choosing from such fine stock..".

Noise coming in the dark, something melodic and heavy in rhythm. Klaus' ears, unfocused only in the first moment, picked up the familiar beat. He quickly identified the song as Goldfinger's cover of "99 Red Balloons", a song he drearily identified as the ringtone he had assigned to his agent. She was certain to be calling him for the exact same reason she had the past two weeks. It wasn't a conversation he wanted to have at all, and certainly not this quickly after waking up, a process he really had yet to finish.

The eyes came next, illuminating the world beyond his eyelids, Ivan became aware of just how dark the world truly wasn't at the moment. Opening his eyes, Ivan saw daylight, however subdued by the cloudy skies it was, streaming through the Windows of his apartment. He observed the time, eleven-thirty a.m., on his little digital clock radio before rolling to his left. Put into this advantageous position, he reached out blindly with this right hand and ensnared his cigarettes and lighter. Flicking his bic and sitting upright in one fluid motion, the flame sputtered out dye to wind friction. Swinging his legs around, he put a cigarette into his mouth. This time the flame stayed, and he brought the light to kiss the end of his cigarette, taking a deep drag of mentholated toxin. Smoking along the way, he passed from his bedroom to kitchen and started a pot of coffee.

At the last drag, he stubbed out his cigarette in the ash tray, and now with a cup of hazelnut flavored coffee, he grabbed his phone from his bedroom. No sooner was it in his hand, than it started to ring once more, the same song, yet somehow more urgent sounding. Klaus poked at the screen in the little box that proclaimed, "answer", and once more on the little symbol which switched it to speaker phone. "You're go for Klaus".

His agent Fiona's voice screeched through his speaker like some sort of enraged cat, "Well good morning, since I've clearly woken you up yet again. You need to get some god damned work ethic boy, your next book does have a deadline! And not that I need to remind you, excepting of course the fact that I obviously do, but that deadline is only two months away!"

Ivan let out a sigh after she had finished the first wave of her verbal onslaught. He didn't need this, least ways this early in the morning. He replied, softly and slowly but with enough violence so anyone listening knew he wasn't pleased, "Fiona, I've explained this to you before, but for your sake I shall explain it once more. Writers do not work regular hours, it is one of the advantages of the profession. A writer need only meet his deadline, something which the writer is near perpetually aware of. I AM A WRITER! I will sleep, eat, bathe, and write when I damn well please... Now, I know that wasn't why you had actually called, so what's new darling?"

A pause as she absorbed his words. They were harsh, but in the least they were true. Only with Fiona could he get by, talking like that to his agent. She spoke in a tone Klaus knew to be only adopted when her playfulness ran out, and she needed him to actually be cooperative, "Yeah, yeah. But seriously, listen, you've been in Marbrooke for almost two months now. No book signings or anything of that sort, nobody even knows your living there. We need you to find a local bookstore, give them my number and we'll set up a signing. The sales of your first two books are up, but if you can get local, well let's just say we'll all get rich."

Klaus smiled at that. Already he had more money than he needed to live his comfortable lifestyle. But a little more never hurt, and if other people can benefit alongside of him, well things could be worse. "Okay, I'll scope some places out today. Much love bitch."

Klaus was out the door by twelve-fifteen. Despite the looks, it was a nice day, so Klaus wore no shirt under his suit coat. His tanned chest greeted the world as readily as the jovial grin plastered across his face. People would usually look at his handsome features, sometimes at his finely tailored suits, like that black one with white pinstripes he was wearing today. This was typically a good thing, as it distracted the people he was passing on the sidewalks from his feet. Constantly barefoot, whenever it was noticed, Klaus would give some horrible explanation about the Spartan boys not being allowed to wear shoes and so on. The truth was, Klaus just liked the feeling of the earth beneath his feet, loved the sensation of being connected to the earth. Even while travelling as a snake, Klaus far preferred to slither on the ground than to move about tree limbs as snakes often do.

In his travels he ended up towards an older, less incorporated part of town. A strong aura fell upon him as he walked through this area. Feeling this primarily through scent, he sniffed about subtly as he strode on. It smelled somewhat similar to the rest of town, the stench old magic left behind, including the scent of some rather powerful, perhaps even pureblooded, clans of witches. But here there was a newer scent, similar to one of the older clan scents. And to Klaus it smelled absolutely intoxicating, like honey and burbuon. Following this eventually led him to a bookstore. 'Fiction' was clearly a local store, and seemed to be exactly what Klaus had been sent out to find.

Entering and heading straight to the fiction section Klaus was delighted to find his works upon the shelves. His smile only widened at this point, deciding this to be the only place. Turning his head around and looking down various aisles, Klaus was unable to find any employees, or customers for that matter. In the deserted store he called out, "Hello, anybody work here??? I'm in need of some assistance."

Liliana's head buzzed with the possibilities of what was in the book. She wanted to read it, of course she did - but she had already stepped out of the door. Sighing in the rain and thunder, Liliana pulled the hood forwards once again. She walked down the path that lead from her grandmother's house, just below the castle and tourist attraction that her family owned. It was grand and majestic - something that Liliana loved. It was hiding so many secrets, Liliana knew that, and she wished that she could be the one to discover them, even if that was childish beyond belief. She was 17 now, and knew she had to grow out of her childish imagination - especially since her powers were getting more and more out of control now.

Liliana smiled as she remembered her secret, and as she walked, she watched as flowers sprung up from the ground, flowering into beautiful blue, red, and purple flowers. She smiled to herself, before checking nobody was watching, before heading off rapidly to town.

She was heading for Subway, of course, and stepped onto the busy streets of Marbrooke from a quaint forest path. She loved the woods, it was one place where she could her most easily controlled power, her naturokinesis, go wild. The trees were almost like her sanctuary. It was the one place she felt safe... And free.

Liliana almost walked into the orange haired girl that ran past. She got out of the way in a hurry, almost dropping her purse and phone. Sighing, she looked back before carrying on towards the Subway.

Liliana also passed the bookstore Fiction, and watched as two men inside began talking to one another. She wondered about going in to listen to their conversation, and asking about the Grimoire her grandmother had shown her - was it real? Or a cheap copy of some mythological book? Liliana had been kept in the dark about herself for so long, and now her grandmother was just handing her 'the family Grimoire'. She hoped her grandmother had finally decided to talk to her. She shook her head and continued on towards the Subway, before spotting it some way ahead. She hurried on and got out of the rain, before pushing her hood back and letting her black hair tumble past her shoulders.

A young man entered the store just as Klaus had finished his question. The man was shorter than Klaus, no doubt about that, yet seemed to carry himself a bit taller. The only employee he had seen so far Klaus couldn’t help but wonder if the shop was always left unlocked when the man went to lunch. Regardless of the flagrant irresponsibility of the young man, there was something about him that drew Klaus’ attention. He was certainly handsome, no doubt about that, but there was something more. Something beneath the standoffish demeanor that made him more appealing to Klaus than he would ever dare to admit.

Although he had spoken to Klaus quite brusquely at first, there was an undeniable shift. When he had looked Klaus top to bottom, gotten the scope and really checked him out, there was a softer side that showed through. This came in the form of a blush, not something Klaus was anywhere near unaccustomed to receiving from the people he encountered in the world. And though it was only momentary, Klaus took note, deciding that if nothing else he had found a boy to have some fun with while he was in this town. As the blush faded the man made a comment, in a tone of voice that seemed unintentionally cold, “I mean, what type of assistance do you need? We have a psychic if you need spiritual guidance.”

Stifling a giggle Klaus responded, “No, no psychics necessary to guide this spirit.”

Klaus had never had a need for that kind of stuff, at least not before. Aware of only the basic facts about the life of a familiar, Klaus had come to Marbrooke searching for his witch. And while the town absolutely reeked of magic, Klaus had yet to find an Aura he felt a connection to. Until he realized that the Aura that had lingered in this place had gotten stronger when this young man had returned. Perhaps it was him with the magical energy that was so appealing to Klaus. But perhaps he was wrong, who knows, maybe he did need the psychic after all.

Regardless, Klaus had come here with a job to do, so he stood tall and straightened out his suit. As he did this the head of his snake tattoo was visible on the furthest end of his partially exposed chest. By the time he was properly adjusted the suit coat he wore had covered his ink once more. In his most appealing tone, and Klaus was as appealing a pure sugar when he wanted to be, he explained, ”My name is Klaus Teppes, I’m an author, and you’ve probably heard of me. Even if you haven’t it doesn’t really matter. I was sent by my agent to find a store here in Marbrooke to do a book signing at. My series is what one would call supernatural fiction, and seeing as Fiction is the name of your store, I figured I’d see if it would work here. So what do you say?”

"Your an author?" he asked recognizing his name and a blush once again appeared on his face. "You're the Klaus Teppes!!!???" he exclaimed with a smile. "I mean..you wrote my favorite book series." he said with a cold expression. He stared at the man, and felt a spark ignite within him, he lit all the candles in the room.

"Uh….stupid….automatic motion sensor candles." he murmured with a nervous smile. He walked around to behind the table of around three papers. "If you want to do a book signing fill that out." he said, he smirked as most of this was basic and personal information like sexual orientation, and phone numbers. He slightly tensed at the snake tattoo. "Is that a snake?" he questioned.

(OOC: I'm going to edit a snake tattoo onto his back the head would be viewable on the neck.)