Sunday Montez's Story

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Eida & Alec

Eida scoffed for what felt like the tenth time that morning, her hand instinctively reaching for the wet wipes she kept beside her mirror at all times. With a rather disgruntled expression, Eida wiped the makeup from her eyes and threw the wipe down in the bin, releasing a barely audible squeak of disapproval as she did so. It was, approximately, her tenth time trying to make it even on both eyes. Her crazy, irrational, perfectionist self had prevented her from simply 'going with it', as her brother called it. Speaking of her brother... Eida did a little twirl as she spun on her heel, eyes narrowing in on the limp form which lay lazily upon her bed. She scoffed, yet again, and threw the entire packet of wet wipes. They landed on his stomach, eliciting a winded grunt from the teen. His head lifted so that he could glance at her, before he released an audible sigh. "For the last time, I'm not doing it for you." She tilted her head to one side. "Okay, I'm not doing it for you again."

It was - at the very least - another twenty minutes before Eida was finally pleased enough with her appearance that she was able to leave the room. Alec trailed after her, cradling his arm with a flushed expression. Eida skipped down the hallway, her body practically twitching with barely-controlled glee. "Thanks for helping me out, bro!" she yipped as she made her way down the flight of stairs leading to the ground floor - or lobby - of the hotel. It was still incredibly early, all things considered, so when she threw herself into the kitchen for breakfast she wasn't entirely surprised that she found no one in there but herself and her quietly muttering brother. Alec made a straight line for the fridge, hissing as he lifted his arm to open the door. He pulled out some milk and threw it to his sister, who had already gotten the cereal. While she grabbed the bowels, he grabbed the spoons; they both set them down at the same time, and fought for the right to pour their cereal first, before doing so again with the milk mere moments later. This was a battle they faced almost every morning.

It wasn't until Alec tucked into his bowel that he realised they hadn't made a third for Alexis. He gave his sister a quick glance, which seemed to have sent the message well and clear. Eida scuttled off towards the door, swinging it open and swallowing a moment as if to brace her vocals for the onslaught they faced. "Alexis!" Eida called, hoping that the silence of the hotel would carry her vocals far enough. "You want a bowl of cereal? Or something?" Truth be told, she didn't even know what her Aunt happened to be doing at that time, but upon the checking of her watch she realised they had a little over half an hour to leave, so she didn't hurry. Gesturing to Alec, he used his back to keep the door propped open in case of a response, as Eida threw her spoon into her bowl eagerly.

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Alexander and Scavenger

"I don't know why you're so nervous," muttered Scavenger as her pale optics followed the older man who appeared to be pacing the room breathlessly. "She'll most likely just be happy to see her husband again." Alex halted. Though his expression was one of unfathomable passivity, his eyes were dark and hard as they shifted towards her; they settled for a few moments before wandering aimlessly on. Alexander didn't bother to utter a response. Too involved in his own train of thought was he that actual words were something of an impossibility. Lips twitching with the urge to move, Alex grumbled something incoherent, and continued on about the room, from one corner to the next. Scavenger merely shook her head, and threw her arms out in the air with a grunt as she attempted to drag herself up off of the arm chair.

They were in Alex's apartment at that time. It was a nice little place, although the only furniture - excluding the bathroom and kitchen - in the place was a bed and a chair, both located in the living area. Alex had to move ever since Scavenger decided to pay him a visit and ended up barrelling through the portal, onto his bed. He did not seem pleased about that. He'd proceeded to throw the bed through the doorway out of the room the following morning, but not after throwing her about the place first. He was a strict one, that Alex. Scavenger's gaze travelled to the doorway, which barely qualified as such. Upon trying to fit the bed through, Alex had realised that it didn't fit, and decided it was easy just to create a gaping hole in his apartment as opposed to dismantling the bed and building it again. An amused grunt filled the silence.

"We should go," Alex finally spoke, causing Scavenger's head to swivel around, pale eyes fixating on his face. His face lacked emotion, but his eyes held a hurt that could not be described with words. Huffing, she nodded and stepped forward a little, extending her arm. Alex, with an increasing sense of hesitance, did the same; their hands met but Alex's grip was practically non-existent, leaving Scavenger to shift her hand and curl her fingers around his wrist instead. In an instant, they appeared behind the school.

Both making their way around to the front of the building, they parted ways to prevent rousing suspicion. As far as the citizens of Parkwood were concerned, Alex and Scavenger were complete strangers. Teacher and pupil. Nothing more, nothing less. While Alex continued on down the hallway, Scavenger turned right at the first corridor and started towards her first class of the day: Maths. Alex had a class to teach, anyhow. English Literature, if he remembered correctly. Thankfully, he was able to make it through the hallway without encountering any of his family. Upon discovering the location of his classroom, Alex entered and set his case down on the desk at the front, clearing his throat. None of them were present, but no doubt they would begin to flood in once the morning bell rang. He just hoped he wouldn't get any of his grandchildren.

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Kellin

Kellin's dark eyes focused finally, eyelids peeling themselves open to reveal... absolutely nothing. His personal quarters in the Wraith Realm were caked in complete darkness. Therefore, even when his sight became clear, he could see nothing but the subtle outlines of his furniture. Groaning loudly, he shifted so that he could prop his upper weight up with his arms, eyes continuing to peer into the gloom for a further minute before he even made the attempt to move from beneath the covers. Padding slowly over to the windowless hole in the side of the building he'd been calling home for the last three years. It was a dreary little castle-type foundation; the outer appearance suggested that one punch from a supernatural being and the entire structure would crumble instantly. Reflecting upon this, Kellin barely held in a sigh. How pathetic...

Kellin fought to turn his entire form around, pushing himself to walk towards the bedroom door. It swung open immediately, revealing a portly man in his late fifties, standing perfectly still with his head lowered. To either side of him stood a girl; pale-skinned, tall, plain-faced and shapeless. They, too, held their gaze to the ground, their hands clasped together in front of them. "Sir Davenport," the middle-aged man practically cooed, tipping his over-sized body forward. The action caused Kellin to move backwards, lest the man's balding head slap into his bare chest. He didn't think he could prevent the general awkwardness of such a situation from turning into anger. He really didn't want to have to kill this man; he was a fairly good servant, as far as they went. Annoying and jiggly as he was, he served Kellin well. "Don't call me that," the younger man replied, turning once more and padding into the centre of the room. "Come on in, Jerry. Upon command, Jerry did just that, the two younger girls trailing silently behind him, eyes still down on the floor. They were new, as far as Kellin knew, but he shrugged it off.

After about an hour had passed, Kellin had been fully washed and dressed. He wore a button-up and some jeans; his usual attire. Standing in the middle of his room once more, Kellin was left with nothing to do. He'd refused his grandfather's command to return to school, but he was not altogether denying that returning to Parkwood on the whole was necessary to their plans. Releasing a short huff, Kellin sat extended his arms and splayed his fingers out into the empty space before him. He squinted his eyes closed as a heavy concentration overcome him. A trick he'd learned ever since meeting Lexi was to pinpoint her exact location, and use it to travel through the Realms. Upon picking this up, he'd quickly tried it out on Alexander and Scavenger (even though neither of them got along too well). As a black space opened up in front of him, a mischievous grin slithered across Kellin's lips and pulled them back to reveal a set of white teeth. He hopped through.

Upon entering Mark's Mansion, the first person he took notice of was Lexi. He took this opportunity, with her back turned to him, to run up nearly silently and wrap his arms around her from behind, nuzzling her neck almost ravenously. "Miss me?" he teased.

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Sunday stood nervously outside of the hotel. She knew what she was supposed to do, but she was nervous. After watching for so long, she didn't know what to do if and when it came time to actually speak to him.

But she had to, General Davenport and her mother said she did, and she didn't want to disappoint them...again. Her mother would send her down with them again, and they hurt her, they hurt her, over and over again, they didn't care.

Sunday rubbed the tears from her eyes, but as she did so, she heard a sudden pop, and there he was. Standing before her, with an umbrella in hand.

Alec Iris.

She was supposed to get close to him...and she wanted to, but not because of her mother, or General Davenport, but because she was in love with him and had been since the moment, she laid eyes on him.


She looked up at him wide eyed, a thick bangs hanging in front of her eyes.

Say something! She heard her mother call in her head, but she knew it wasn't her. Her mother wasn't watching.

"Um....Hi?" She peeped, nervously.

It has only been a couple of minutes and Ashley was already trying to think of ways to get herself suspended from his place. Of all the places she needed to be, this place was not one of them. She ran her fingers through her hair before gazing down at her phone. Nothing. Looking up she saw Scavenger gesturing for her to walk over. For a moment she hesitated, but she eventually made her way over. Ashley was rather found of this girl even though she didn't trust Scavenger. But Ashley doesn't really trust anyone. "Well, look at you, attending college, being a good little girl," Ashley rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip. "And look at you. Annoying me so early in the morning." the gal retorted. Then the same teasing girl asked if Ashley was okay. Did Ashley look upset? She would need to work on her facial expressions when she thought about Victoria. She doesn't want the world to be able to read her. "Yeah I'm fine." She adjusted so that she was leaning against the desk. "Remind me why we show up here again?"

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Amorie felt like she was waiting forever and almost texted Alec again for him to rush his but down the steps. But she heard Eida greet the girl in the front which meant Alec wasn't so far behind. When she saw him, she smiled. When he saw her, he was suggesting they leaved this instant. Amorie stood up and rolled her eyes. "Good morning to you too." She muttered. Pocketing her phone, she followed him out of the hotel while avoiding the family that had wandered in. She placed herself underneath the umbrella next to him while adjusting her backpack. "I was thinking after school we have a sleepover. My dad is leaving me alone again and I don't want to be alone while ghost beg for my help." She said. But then a girl appeared before them so they stopped. The girl was staring, almost admiring Alec. Amorie just stood there, awkwardly, rocking back and forth on her heels.

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Alex

Alex didn't quite know how to respond to Alexis' response, although he'd half expected her to be so incredulous about his passivity towards abandoning them those three years ago. Still, he remained completely silent as she told the blonde who had entered to leave. Scoffing a little, he gave a glance towards her, but said nothing in objection. He feared doing anything to the contrary would only worsen his daughter's mood, and that was something Alexander always tried to avoid. Often times he would think that her temper was even worse than his own, which was saying something. As, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Alexis turn back to him, and his eyes widened for less than a second before his brows lowered in a frown. He was trying his best to stay focused, but it was becoming a much more difficult task.

As Alexis continued on, Alex found himself becoming more and more confused. After Slade died, he repeated in his mind. After Slade died? That wasn't how he recalled the events at all. In his own mind, Slade had died one year after he'd disappeared. In actual fact, Slade had come looking for him after some time, furious, to see why Alex had abandoned his wife. It was a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time; Slade has overheard a conversation which he really shouldn't have, and while Alex was entirely prepared to explain himself, Scavenger was not. She cut him down one night as he walked around in the forests surrounding the hotel, and taken his body for good measure. She'd claimed she'd done it for Alex, to preserve his secret, but he was furious. Not long after, before the body began to decompose, he ordered one of his best Necromancers to bring his son back; Alex had never been a fan of Slade, but at the end of the day they were family.

While he reflected upon these events, Alex barely noticed how his daughter prattled on. It was only when his eyes came into focus that he noticed the distressed expression she held on her face, and he could've sworn she was about to cry. But, no, that wasn't Alexis. She didn't cry; she got angry. Her finishing sentence was enough to curl Alex's fists into tight balls, but he immediately unclenched and shook his head slowly, eyes lowered. The world doesn't even know you, it doesn't need you... The words replayed in Alex's mind like a broken record. When he raised his head again, his eyes were dark and muted, as opposed to their usual stunning blue. He tried his best to push past it, but the words left his lips before he could stop them, though he managed to dull them down into a hollow mutter. He repeated them, once... twice... His eyes refocused and found Alexis', and it was upon this that he took a breath, before exhaling a soft, drawn-out sigh.

"Slade's not dead," he finally said, lowering himself down into his chair with hesitant, jittery movements. "Well... He is, but not entirely... You see, when I discovered that he was murdered, I was outraged. I... brought him back, from the dead. Or, a Necromancer did." He paused briefly. "It was explained to me that Slade would be able to walk around and act like he normally did, but for a long time he wouldn't be able to leave the Realm he'd been resurrected in, or even communicate with those from another Realm. He was, at the time, in the Wraith Realm." Alex leaned over his desk, pressing his hand to his forehead as another disgruntled sigh broke through his pursed lips. He shook his head some more, before glancing up. He lifted himself up almost immediately and walked around the desk until he was facing Alexis properly. "You must understand... I never meant to hurt anyone. Leaving was not my intention... It was not my choice," Alex continued, visibly shuddering upon the last few words, as if merely recalling the memory of the events which he endured was painful enough to side-track him. Regardless, he persisted on with strained, uneasy vocals. "I love you... I love your mother... And I'm here now. I'm..." He glanced about. "I'm here."

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Alec

Alec held the umbrella above his head, huffing as he eyed the grey skies and rain which threatened to completely ruin his day, more so than his family already had. He waited until Amorie stepped through the door and joined him to start on forward. Craning his neck around to listen to her as she spoke, Alec snorted his amusement aloud, having almost forgotten what this girl did for a living. Being the Grim Reaper, he had once thought, must've been a pretty cool job, but after meeting and befriending Amorie, he was beginning to change his views on that. He'd heard often of her sleepless nights and awkward encounters, and he was not shy about admitting that he felt somewhat bad for her. But, at the end of the day, Amorie seemed like a cool girl. He flashed her a subtle smile, nodding. "Oh, yeah, sure thing. But, eh, not here... At yours?" he asked, but his smile quickly dropped as he noticed that she'd stopped, and he did so too. Turning around, he finally caught sight of what had halted his friend. A girl, around his age, stood in the rain... Was she... She was wearing a Gothic Lolita-styled dress. How odd.

When the unknown girl peeped a greeting, Alec offered her a distant, effortless smile which he would usually give to new people, a stark contrast to the playful grins and obnoxious smirks he would shoot at his closer friends. Saying nothing at first, his eyes trailed her outfit once more, and he cocked his head to one side in a way that suggested curiosity, though his eyes were cold and disinterested. "If you're looking for a place to stay, my sister's dealing with customers inside. But, regardless, you should get inside, lest you catch a cold... Why the hell did you leave the house in a dress on a day like this?" he continued on, keeping his vocals soft as possible, even though his question was rather intrusively forward. Extending his arm, he reached for her hand, aiming to pull her under the umbrella until she answered. He gave a quick glance to Amorie, almost as if apologising for the distraction on their journey to the school, before focusing once again on the girl.

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Scavenger

Scavenger nodded absentmindedly at Ashley's response. Even though she didn't truly believe it, she was in no position to pester the girl. Despite being her superior in terms of Remei ranking, she had found it incredibly hard to give her orders, now and in the past. There was just something about this girl that caught Scavenger off guard every time she saw her. It was odd, and incredibly hard to put into words, but it was there and it was real, albeit slightly confusing. Running a hand through her black hair, she gave out a short huff.

Scavenger's eyes settled on Ashley's movements as she shifted to lean against the desk, which caused the short-haired girl to smirk slightly. "Because, my dear, we're Alex's eyes and ears around this place now," she replied, having leaned in and settled her voice into a hushed whisper. "Which, in a lot of ways, makes us the important ones." Scavenger leaned back after a few moments and gave a wink to the dark-skinned girl stood before her, eyes glinting with a mischievous playfulness that she held only for Ashley. Releasing an unintelligible sound, Scavenger positioned her hands behind her, allowing her to lean back a little; she finally allowed her eyes to wander away from Ashley's form, having spotted another girl walking through the door. This one, she thought, was interesting. Giving a playful growl as she passed by, Scavenger once again attempted to reach for the girl, and was not surprised to feel her hand being slapped away, though the girl did not look at all frightened or even shocked. Scavenger gave a laugh, while the girl took her seat only a few desks away.

"Gah, the girls here are usually so timid," she remarked with a sigh, shifting her gaze back to Ashley. "This sucks, though... I knew Alex was going to send you, but I wouldn't even have to be here if Kellin ever bothered to do his damn job properly." She absentmindedly flicked some rubber shavings from the small area of desk near her hand.

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Slade

Each and every day, Slade began to feel sensations; whether it was a tingling in his fingertips or the prick of a blade against his skin, every single feeling gave him reason to believe that his Life Tree was healing his deceased form, and slowly returning him to life. Today, he knew, was a particularly special day for everyone. They'd all gone back to Parkwood. Being the naïve little creatures that they were, they had no real clue that Slade had quite recently recovered the ability to open portals. It was only today that he'd actually managed to stick a hand through without feeling like his skin was on fire and mere seconds away from blistered. Today, it felt normal... He was becoming normal again.

Staring at the portal before him, a grin broke out across his lips, brightening his features. It was an odd thing, smiling... He hadn't done so in such a long time that it felt a little unnatural. Part of him wondered whether he was even doing it right. Shifting his gaze right, he stared curiously into the mirror of his bedroom within the Wraith Realms main Castle. Yup... you look like a maniac right now, he thought, seemingly to himself. He relaxed his features, letting the unintentionally crazed grin drop from his lips. Before he knew what was happening, his legs were carrying his entire weight towards the portal. Only a few seconds later, he was being pulled through.

He felt the cold air of the human Realm hit him like a brick, and he tumbled backwards slightly. The portal by this point had closed, and so he was at no threat of being pulled back through. He could smell the rain lingering in the air, but he was in the forest so he was shielded from the moisture that threatened to dampen his hair and clothes. He could sense home. He knew he was near the hotel. Turning around, he spotted an all-too-familiar figure, sat down by what he quickly realised was his Life Tree. Figures the portal would've taken him straight here. But, that was the least of his worries. "Mom," he blurted, vocals cracking a little as if he was experiencing a strong flurry of emotions. Happiness, relief... sadness. She looked so broken, even from here. "Mommy," he repeated, his legs failing under him. He dropped to his knees.

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Kellin

Kellin's eyes were focused on Lexi as she spoke, his single-minded desire corrupting every single muscle of his body. Oddly, he reminded himself of a lion, crouching in the tall grass as it watches its prey. A predator, waiting for its dinner ever-so patiently. As she continued to speak, Kellin failed to grab onto the words, and so they did not register in his mind for the longest time. The only thing he took real notice of was the way she moved closer and trailed her finger down his chest, but moved away before she reached his waistband. He had half a mind to grab her there and then, but he had a feeling that she wanted to continue on playing her little games for a bit, so he patiently obliged. That was, until she turned to walk away, and Kellin heard himself growling, low and teasing, as he started to follow after her.

It was then that Logan's voice became audible to him, and he snapped his head around to shoot the lad a glare. Again, much like a lion who had been interrupted during its hunt, and almost cheated of his prey. But this lion was a persistent one, and so he immediately returned his focus to Lexi, a visible shiver running down his spine as her laugh filled the silence. This time, he didn't stop walking; he moved towards her with his usual Vamp-like quickness and grabbed her by the hips once more, but instead of pushing her to a wall like he thought he would have, he slid his hands around and down the back of her legs, gripping onto them as he lifted her up and positions them around his waist. He then immediately wrapped his thick arms around her waist and sent his lips crashing into hers, unsteadily climbing the stairs as he did so.

Part of him knew that Lexi wouldn't have minded the rough, forceful nature of his desires, but this entire deal was still new to him. He'd spent the larger majority of his teen life bedding ordinary mortal women, and so suddenly not having to hold back was strange. Part of him didn't want too hurt her too much, and other parts of him were animalistic and cruel in their intentions. As he reflected upon this, he quickly registered that they were moving down one of the hallways rather quickly, and he burst through a random door. It probably wasn't the room Lexi had initially suggested, but that mattered little to Kellin. Entering the room, he finally released his grip, pushing her by the hips off of himself and onto the bed. His eyes were cruel and lacked humanity as he stared down at the blonde, still growling.

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Eida

Eida almost chuckled at the girl's awkward response as she finally offered up her name. Elena, she repeated, how lovely. As the girl's next question came, Eida simply nodded her head, choosing not to comment on her nervousness. "The only one for miles," she replied. Lifting her elbows off of the counter, she flipped open the book which sat - old and dusty - in front of her. When she found the page she was looking for, she reached for a pen from one of the pots, but didn't write anything just yet. As the girl spoke of her need for a place to stay, Eida lowered the pen to the book and scribbled Elena's name in one of the free spaces. As such, she completely missed the smile offered to her, and only glanced up once Elena continued on. "Ah, no worries. I don't judge," she said, though her words mixed with a gentle chuckle as a soft smile worked to lift the corners of her lips. "But, yeah, sure. You're welcome to stay here for as long as you need. And, uh, we can sort the payment out when you leave..." Eida continued on, though she quickly realised that the girl's focus had been placed elsewhere, so she simply turned to retrieve a key from one the hooks on the wall behind her. It was a small thing, golden, with the number '5' engraved into it.

When Elena asked for her name, Eida smiled brilliantly, setting the key down on the counter in front of the girl. "My name is Eida Iris," she replied, her tone cheery as she flopped backwards into the black computer chair. "My grandmother owns this hotel," she continued on, hands finding their place on her knees as she spoke. She thought briefly about her grandmother, Erieda, who was most likely sat near Simon's Life Tree, as she often did. Eida worried about her grandmother, in all honesty, but had gone with her a few times just to keep her company. Alexis took care of her, mostly, but Eida helped out when she was needed. This train of thought came across as an absentminded stare. It was only upon refocusing that something painfully obvious occurred to her, and it caused her to stand up again and peer curiously over the counter. "You didn't bring any luggage?" she asked, her tone suggesting that she was suddenly quite wary, though her expression remained passive.

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Sunday could hardly breath. Her face going from a soft peach to a warm pink as he looked her.

He was looking at her, he could actually see her. He wasn't just a vision through her mother's water mirror, where his image would warp and distort from time to time, but he was actually in front of her. Looking at her.

"If you're looking for a place to stay, my sister's dealing with customers inside. But, regardless, you should get inside, lest you catch a cold... Why the hell did you leave the house in a dress on a day like this?"

He spoke to her. Sunday felt the world spin in her vision. She followed his gaze and looked down at herself. Her legs were bare, but the rest of her was dressed as she usually was. She looked back up at him.

And tried to speak but then he reached out, catching her arm to pull her under the umbrella, she let him, a bit awkwardly, stumbling toward him, until she was nearly chest to nose with him.

She looked up, she could feel his breath her face.

"I....I...um....I just.... Her body teetered, overwhelmed at the closeness, her eyes then fluttered before she blanched and lost consciousness.

Alec started to speak to the girl once she managed a hello. It was clear that he had no idea who she was and she definitely had no idea who she was. "If you're looking for a place to stay, my sister's dealing with customers inside. But, regardless, you should get inside, lest you catch a cold... Why the hell did you leave the house in a dress on a day like this?" Her friend had a strange way of trying to care. But she was a bit dressed up for this kind of weather. Amorie might have been in shorts, but she had a beanie on. That was pretty much all she needed. That and Alec's umbrella. Which he also extended to the strange girl. Amorie wasn't heartless, so she shifted. Alec gave her an apology look and she just shrugged. When his attention left her she immediately pulled out her phone. When Amorie wasn't doing anything, she played games on her phone. It kept her busy and kept her from wanting to move around so much. It was her form of ADHD medication.

Ever so often, Amorie would glance up, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. The girl still hadn't introduced herself and she was taking up room under the too small umbrella. And they were going to be late for school. Alec did not care for school, but Amorie was just trying to stay on her father's good side. It would just be easier that way for everyone. The final time she glanced up the strangely dressed girl, fainted. Amorie's eyes widened and she reached a hand out to grab the girl. Although the reaper only got part of her dress, it kept her from hitting the ground. With one hand she pocked the phone and with the other, she tugged the girl up so and leaned her up against Alec. She knew he wouldn't be too fond of that, but Amorie had already let go of her. Which left Alec the only person keeping her from falling. "I'm not strong enough to carry her." She stated. It wasn't far from the truth. In her reaper form, she had unimaginable strength for being a shadow. But in her human form, she wasn't all that strong. "Come on. Carry her inside." The blonde took the umbrella from her friend's hand so that he would have both of his hands.

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Kellin

Kellin's growl hitched in his throat as he spotted Lexi's sudden movements; she was now crouching on all fours, moving closer. Before he could even register what was about to happen, a grin broke across his lips and revealed a set of sharp fangs, slowly elongating. He sensed the confidence in her movements almost immediately, if the stare she was giving him wasn't already indication enough. He fought every instinct and urge in his body which told him to reach for her, which was a rather difficult task considering the circumstances. But, regardless, he managed to retain some of his self control, even if the low growl had suddenly returned again and blended into Lexi's snarl; his chocolate eyes watched her every movement as she leaned closer and unzipped his jacket with her teeth. Kellin, now unable to fight against his urges, wrapped his arms around her upper torso, fingers digging into her back as she leaned backwards, pulling Kellin - whose lips were now hungrily seeking hers - with her as she went. The next few moments were ones which Kellin pushed to the side in his mind, though he was pretty sure that when he felt claws running down his chest, Lexi was wearing less clothes than before. Deciding not to pick over this, he pushed himself away and shimmied himself out of his jeans, before quickly returning to his previous place between her legs.

Before he'd even had time to prepare himself, Lexi was flipping him onto his back, causing a brief expression of shock to flicker over his features, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared and was soon being replaced by one of eager desires. He felt his entire face becoming more and more flushed as she went on kissing down the length of his torso, and there was an audible, albeit incredibly short, whine of pure confusion when the kissing ceased and she leaned up again. The words which were spoken into his ear caused a shiver to run down his spine, and his body fell still as the implications of this finally settled in his mind. She's going to bite me... he thought over and over again. Believe it or not, he'd never let another person drink from him before; a little nibble every now and then, but never a proper bite. Make no mistake, Kellin would never have likened the situation to anything such a loss of virginity; the sole reason he was rigidly panicking was because Lexi was batshit crazy, it was painfully obvious. If she liked his Dryad blood, she'd tear his neck to all hell. That was something he'd like to avoid.

As a faint click became audible, Kellin had to crane his neck in order to be able to see who'd entered. When he realised it was only a made, he was not ashamed to admit that he was a little relieved, although the sudden lack of weight pressing down on him suggested that Lexi was not longer on top of him, and it was then that he glanced down to check for himself; when he saw nothing but empty space, he propped himself up and turned his entire weight around, his entire body going cold. In a mere second, Lexi had her jaw clamped around the woman's throat and, in one seemingly effortless movement, she ripped it straight out. The shock, much like before, was soon replaced with another sensation... He felt an odd tingle spreading over his entire body, originating in his throat. As his eyes spotted the blood, which was spewing all over Lexi's half-naked form, his eyes shifted a pale amber, and he soon found himself on all fours, a feral snarl sounding in his throat. He hadn't even acknowledged that Lexi was looking at him until he heard her voice, and he whipped his head towards her.

Urging himself forward, Kellin straightened himself up and left his weight fall from the bed, before he moved slowly towards the body lying on the ground and the woman still sat on top of it. Honestly, with the mix of emotions coursing through his body at that time, he didn't know which one to tackle first. Was he to feed first, and deal with Lexi later? She seemed to be suggesting it as she held her hand out for him; a gesture which he chose to ignore. He dropped to his knees and moved a hand towards the raw wound, catching some of the blood on his finger which he instinctively moved to his open mouth. His tongue flickered over it, and all of a sudden he was an entirely different person. His bloodlust had heightened to the point where every second he sat near the body without drinking was so utterly painfully. "You bitch..." he spoke, his voice coarse and evidently strained.

It wasn't until a few seconds after which that he lowered his gaping mouth to the deceased form lying below Lexi, and he clamped his jaw around it. It was messy. He didn't enjoy messy kills, but he was so unbelievably hungry at that point that he didn't really care. As he ripped into it a little more, he felt the blood gushing against his cheeks and neck, spilling down his torso when he moved to sit up. Mouth parted, slumped over and breathless, Kellin returned his gaze to Lexi, his expression void of all humour. Moving closer, he felt his right arm shifting to allow a hand to clamp around the back of her neck, holding her in place, whilst the other was running against her inner thigh. "You crazy, sexy bitch," he continued, moving his head towards her blood-soaked neck. His tongue, which was now making its way through parted lips, ran from the bottom of her neck all the way up to her chin, collecting as much blood on its journey as was possible, before he pressed his lips to hers once again. His tongue ran alone her bottom lip, almost as if asking permission to enter.

He wanted to move back towards the bed. He wanted to get to the main act. The thing he'd actually come here for. Not all of this crazy as fuck killing and bloodlust; although it was an added bonus, he felt as if this was going way too far and way too quickly. But, as he reflected upon this, he realised that he'd been asking for it when he initially pursued Lexi. At first she had been something of an enticing mystery to him; dangerous, sexy and able to show him a good time. But this... This was way beyond even Kellin's limitations. Still, he was here, and he might as well have stuck with it. Breaking away from the embrace, he nudged his head to one side, gesturing to the bed whilst still maintaining eye contact with the gorgeous blond in front of him.

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Slade

As Slade felt his weight dropping to the forest floor, the first thing he became aware of was his mother's familiar voice shouting his name, and the shift in the air he felt as she rushed towards his collapsing form. Despite himself, Slade allowed a smile to fall upon his lips. Oh, how he'd missed his mother. Missed her voice, her smile, her motherly embrace. He knew Erieda had never asked to be a mother, and that it was all some horrible mistake having been impregnated by such a heartless monster, but all things considered Slade couldn't have asked for a better mother. All of this he'd had at least two years to reflect upon and fully appreciate. Sure, he'd been close to his mother in the past, but never before had he truly realised how much he was unable to cope without seeing her everyday. In seconds, he felt that all-too-familiar embrace around him, and he visibly relaxed under his mother's hold.

Overcome with such sudden emotion, Slade couldn't fight against the violent sob which shook his entire body and robbed him of any energy he'd retained after his fall. He extended his arms and wrapped them around his mother, moving willingly with her as she rocked him back and forth. "Mom," he whimpered, seemingly in response to her words and the kisses she would place on his forehead. As she pulled away from him, Slade had no choice but to loosen his grip, although he couldn't bring himself to maintain eye contact with her for more than a few seconds before he felt more tears stinging his eyes. He looked instead at the ground beside them, still sniffling. He leaned into her hand as she began to stroke his face, eyes peeling themselves open as she began to speak again.

"I'm here," he repeated, finally looking at her whilst nodding in confirmation. "I would've... If I could've, I'd have come home sooner... I would have let you know that I'm alive, but I-... I couldn't. Fucking Necromancy tricks stopped me from opening portals or communicating telepathically, y'know." He paused for a moment or two, as if to let the information settle in his mother's mind, before he continued on. "No one would take a message to you, either. Wraiths are always so bloody difficult to strike bargains with." Leaning into his mother's embrace once more, he was beginning to feel more and more like a little child as opposed to the thirty-eight year old man he actually was. But he didn't care. "I owe dad for bringing me back... Apparently he went totally ape-shit when he found out. I... I asked him to carry a message, but all he said was that certain circumstances prevented him from travelling to or communicating with you for a while..." He looked at his mother, tears brimming once more. "Gods... I've missed you so much," he quickly blurted, lifting a hand to brush his thumb across her jaw.

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Alex

Alex took a step back as Alexis began on again, and he realised that it would be much more difficult to work his way around her than he'd originally thought. The less human side of him despised how children could be so difficult, with all their petty little emotions and constant need for compassionate, fatherly love. Whereas the more human side of him wanted nothing more than to take his little girl into his arms and ensure her that he was worthy of her trust and attention. But, either way he chose to go about doing it, he needed Alexis, and if that meant being the apologetic, caring and truly emotional father she seemed to be seeking, then that was how he would have to act until he'd got his claws officially hooked into her. And so, as she went on and on about how hard it was to wait for him, Alex had an expression of pure understanding and sympathy painting onto his expression; noticeable enough, but also sufficiently subtle so as not to appear mocking or fake. A flawless performance, if he did say so himself. He would promise himself, at the very least, a proud smirk when Alexis' back was turned. But, for now, his entire focus went into making his little act believable. It was then that a thought crossed his mind... Am I even paying attention?

When he refocused again, he managed only to catch the last few seconds of her rant, and almost immediately his expression dropped. Despite everything, those were as far from his true feelings as were entirely possible. Sure, his daughter was born different, but if anything he had always favoured her for it. She was a truly special girl in more ways than one, and she was his daughter. His very own child. A little annoying at times, but still a product of his own creation. And, as such, he felt an urgent need to deny every single word exiting her mouth in that moment. "Alexis, no," he spoke, keeping his vocals soft but with an obviously urgent sense of denial; a reflection of his true emotions, no doubt. "Quirky as you are, and always have been, you are my daughter without question. You may choose to deny that I am your father; I know I'm as far from one as a person could possibly be. I have made a lot of really shitty decisions in my life, and I know that. I spent my entire marriage to your mother trying to make up for all those horrible things. This is not something that I want, but it is something I must do." Part of him wanted to take a few steps forward, and to wrap his arms around Alexis in a way that was comforting but not to over-step his boundaries.

"I should have come back straight away," he suddenly blurted. "I just...." Alex looked up, an expression of pure frustration settling upon his features and furrowed brows as if even having to admit this was something entirely unfavourable in the most disgusting of ways. "There a lot of things I am not permitted to speak of which have prevented me from visiting Erieda, from even communicating with her..." he continued. "Now that I'm back in Parkwood... I guess I just got nervous. It's hard to think I could be... but..." Alex stopped for a moment. "Please, take me to her... I... cannot locate her. My thoughts are too..." Alex's voice trailed into a gentle but decidedly incoherent murmur of seemingly gibberish.

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Scavenger

Scavenger released a laugh at Ashley's response to her words, like it was a complete surprise that Scavenger hadn't been on the initial 'school party bus' to the mortal Realm. She was Alex's second-in-command. Had Kellin not bailed on his duties to the Remei and to Alex, Scavenger would most likely have been sent to keep an eye on Erieda, Alexis or another of the more important targets for the boss' plans. Being sent to attend school in the hopes of picking out small pieces of gossip here and there as a job for the novices and soldiers. This was known. And yet, here Ashley was, acting like the logic and information had completely skipped over her. Regardless, Scavenger didn't point it out. To do so would've probably only worsened Ashley's mood, which Scavenger often found herself trying to avoid. "I would have visited," the short-haired girl offered as a response, a gentle smirk tugging at her full lips. "Maybe would'a grabbed you and pulled you into the nearest broom closet for a little fun," she continued, deciding to give a short laugh afterwards to signal that it was only a joke.

It was then that an unknown - which wasn't too much of a surprise considering Scavenger knew absolutely no one - strolled up to the two girls so casually that Scavenger was only slightly taken aback by her confidence. After a second, Scavenger's smirk spread into a grin which reached both ears, and she pushed herself upwards shortly afterwards; her hands instantly fell into her lap, and began tugging at some of the rips in her skinny jeans absentmindedly, whilst glancing up at her occasionally as she would speak. "Mm... Eden, such a lovely name," she dark-haired girl remarked. To say that the unfamiliar blonde had caught Scavenger's attention was an understatement. Aside from Ashley, Eden was the only girl who hadn't tried to flee from her eager grip; not that Scavenger would ever be so forward with Ashley, but still... She forced her smirk to soften into a genuine smile. She held out her hand briefly for a shake. "Pleasure's all mine," she urged, lowering her arm once more.

As much as Scavenger really wanted to continue her conversation with Ashley, she felt she could not be completely rude to those around her on her first day at the College, lest she get a bad reputation for it. If popularity was any concern to her, which she felt it should have been, then she would try her very best to get on people's good sides. Polite conversation, it seemed, was an effective way of going about this. And so, with a soft chuckle making its way through her parted lips, she casually leaned forward. "What brings you to Parkwood then, Eden?"

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Alec

Alec stared down at the stammering girl with eyes that quickly softened, releasing his brows from the weight of a frown and giving him a rather gentle, understanding expression. He suddenly realised that maybe grabbing her and pulling her forward was a bit too extreme. He should've known, in all fairness. He should have taken one look at the quivering girl stood before him and thought, maybe I shouldn't physically assault this one by dragging her about the place. However, much like Alec's usual self, such thoughts hadn't even crossed his mind. His movements were through pure impulse as opposed to careful, thought-out and logical decisions. Such was his way of life. It couldn't be helped.

Even so, when the he noticed the girl's eyes fluttering as if she was about to collapse, a sudden feeling of regret washed over him like ice-cold water, and his eyes widened slightly as she toppled. Almost as if on cue, this was when Amorie decided to start paying attention, and did what Alec could not; she grabbed her, and pulled her forward. Alec visibly cursed as the girl's body came crashing towards his own, and as the umbrella was taken from his grip, he opened his arms in order to catch her, grunting with the effort it took to keep her off the ground. As Amorie spoke, Alec shot the blonde a harsh glare, as if to say, you'll pay for this. Awkwardly, Alec shifted his arms around a bit, still attempting to keep her from slipping out of his arms, but it was like trying to hold a glass of water with grease-covered hands. Every way he bent to keep her upright, she seemed to find another place to slip. After a while of incredibly awkward flailing and grabbing off places, Alec had managed to position one arm under her upper back and the other under her knees, hoisting her up properly.

"Man... I didn't ask for this bullshit. Not today, of all days," he muttered as he turned, almost laughing at the way the unknown girl's limbs flapped about limply with the sudden movement. He was grateful, at least, that Amorie was holding the umbrella over his head. He gestured to her, signalling that he would walk forward, and kicked the door open with his foot. Making his way casually past the two girls stood with his sister, Alec made his way upstairs, found an empty room, and asked rather bluntly for one of the wandering staff members to unlock the door for him. As he made his way inside, the man flicked on a switch, to which Alec replied with a murmured 'thank you'. He laid the girl's unconscious form on the bed, over the sheets, and stepped back. After giving her a quick glance over, he grumbled incoherently to himself and walked out, slamming the door behind himself with enough force to have the walls around it trembling.

When he was downstairs again, he grabbed Amorie's arm - albeit gently so as not to cause her any harm - and pulled her eagerly out of the hotel. He just wanted to get away from all the weird shit. Just for one morning. As he started on his way to the school, he gave the blonde a glance. "So, about that sleepover..." he started, smiling.

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Eida

It didn't take a whole lot for Eida to realise that maybe she shouldn't have been so intrusive towards the girl. She was clearly nervous; for what reason, Eida had no clue, but it was not her place to pry. Instead of pushing the situation further, Eida simply nodded, avoiding eye contact as leaned against the desk, which was propped up against the counter. As Elena presented a pouch, Eida was about to shake her hands and tell her that it was not necessary to provide such things, but curiosity overwhelmed her then and so she just stared, mouth parted ever so slightly. "Your secret is safe with me," she peeped, her voice quiet but hopefully still audible from such a short distance away. She continued to watch quietly as Elena proceeded to pull random items out of her little pouch, and Eida was drawing closer and closer to the conclusion that she should stop the dark-haired girl; Eida was starting to feel slightly bad about not saying anything at first. When Elena pushed some cash across the counter, Eida repeated her nod, though this time it lasted for a second or two. "We're not very expensive," she explained, a little hesitantly. "That will float you for a few nights, actually, Eida continued to assure the girl, before she spoke again. Eida made a small, unintelligible sound as the girl's voice cut short, and she followed her gaze to the blonde who had just entered.

Upon finally registering who the girl actually was, Eida's eyebrows widened to the point where even she was surprised that her eyeballs didn't pop effortlessly from their sockets. "Emily!" she practically squealed, applying sufficient weight onto her arms to propel herself over the desk in a graceful leap. She landed without issue and ran barrelling to the tall blonde, wrapping her in a tight hug before she had any chance to protest against it. Not that Eida thought she would, but still. It was no secret that Eida and Emily had been friends for some time, and neither was it hidden that Eida held a deep, unyielding affection for the girl. Such was evident in her quickly-spreading grin and poorly controlled glee. She was so involved in her reunion with her friend that she hadn't even noticed her brother shimmying down the lobby and up the stairs with an unconscious girl held in his arms. Loosening her grip, Eida stepped back a little bit, hopping up and down on the spot rather subtly. "You're back," Eida blurted, almost rolling her eyes at her own statement of the obvious. "How-... I mean... why? How long are you staying?" God, how she hoped it was for a while.

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Sunday awoke with a gasp, horribly nightmares of her mother throwing her to the horrible demons that loved nothing more then to hurt her.

She looked around, finding herself in a room, on a bed, fully clothed, holding her chest in a panic, breathing hard.

She found herself, safe and alone.

She allow herself to breath for a moment, only for the memory to come flooding back.

"Oh no!" she gasped. She was with him...Alec Iris. She was face to face with him, so much so that she could feel his breath on her face, like she'd only dreamt about.

He was gazing down at her, looking in to her eyes.....and she fainted.

"Stupid, Stupid, Sunday, Stupid, stupid!" She cried, taking her long nails and clawing violently at the skin of her arms, leaving thin red lines on her peach skin, criss crossing over old scars put there in the same fashion.

She was a failure, just like the General and her Mother said. She could hear her mother now.

"You only have one job, you stupid girl!" She would say after striking her to the floor. Sunday held her face as if she actually had been struck.

"I'm Sorry, Mama..."Sunday cried, sobbing.

"Sorry, doesnt' cut it, do as I say or so help me, I will send you to the incubi!"

Sunday hiccuped a sad cry, clawing at her arm for her failure.

She didn't want to go back to them, they'll hurt her, she didn't want to hurt anymore.

She stopped her clawing and got to her feet. She had only one job, the only one she wanted. Get close to Alex Iris.

But where did he go?


She moved to the window and pulled the curtians to, and there he was. A beautiful as ever, walking....with a girl....and he was holding on to her arm.


Sunday's world shattered as she gaped at them.

He should be with her, that was her job...that was her dream to be his. Not this girl...who was she!

Sunday's little face screwed up in a menacing frown and she flung out her hand, and materialized a violin, it was black and wicked looking, nothing like one would see in this realm.

She held it to her chin and she began to play, her previous brown eyes glowing red as she began to sing a haunting song.

"Someday these walls will speak
The floors beneath you creek
To call my name
Here in my web of dreams
My whispers turn to screams
And place the blame...." she sang her voice soft and haunting, as she played her violin, and to everyone but Alec they were hear nothing but music, not even her voice, but Alec would feel her, hear her name like a whisper on the wind, and he would feel guilty for leaving her alone, he would be nearly unable to get her face out of his mind, and it would all end as soon as he came to see her.

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Slade

Slade's eyes widened considerably as he saw the outline of his sister barrelling towards him at God only knows what speed, and he tried to bring his arms out in front of him to deflect the impact, but she'd already worked her way between them and slammed him to him with enough force to knock the breath from his chest almost suddenly. He was pushed backwards and the second in which he fell was the longest of his entire life, before he became aware of the twigs, stones and cold ground pressing into his back and the pressure of his sister's weight on him. Letting out a short, breathless chuckle, he wrapped his arms around her and held her for the longest time. When she finally pulled back, Slade let himself gaze at her, still wearing a gentle smile upon his lips. Upon hearing her words, this shifted into a grin, releasing a subtle grunt as he was shoved. "Easy, easy," he urged, using his weak limbs to prop himself up into a seated position. "And I'm pretty sure I've already suggested getting sheep for that bloody grass," he muttered, flicking bits of twig and dirt from his once clean clothes.

For as long as Alexis had been born, Slade always felt a strong connection to the girl. Part of him thought that, mostly in the first few years of her life, he'd used her to fill the gap that Sym created when she abandoned the Human Realm to deal with her own. To have gone from seeing his sister daily to not seeing her at all was an incredibly hard transition, but one which he coped with surprisingly well. He'd taken care of his sister, despite her weird habits; he accepted her for all of them. He often found he couldn't fault her for her temper. He even encouraged it, at times, rooting for her whenever she started off on someone who'd pissed her off. He found it amusement, but he was also a little proud.

Slade leaned forward and extended his arm to assist in wiping her tears, before he brushed a thumb over her cheek softly. "You know I'm never going to let you forget this, right?" he asked, his grin turning into a teasing smirk. Such was their relationship, or at least Slade's own way of trying to make light of the situation. "Not even slightly."

After pausing for a while, he cast his gaze over Erieda, who was now approaching Alex, before he turned his focus back to Alexis. As much as he wanted to make sure that his mother remained safe, Slade knew that they wouldn't be able to truly let their feelings out with Alexis and Slade gaping at them. Or, at least, Alex would most likely just shut up completely. His father had changed considerably over the years, but there was one thing which didn't - and never would - change; he loved Erieda. "I'm going to need you to help me up," he finally muttered, holding his trembling arms out to her. "You just knocked all of my strength out of me. But... We should give them some space, so that they can really talk... Besides, I haven't seen the hotel in years. I kinda miss it," he offered, more as a suggestion than anything else.

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Alex

Alex watched in complete silence as Erieda walked over to him, and upon seeing her face growing clearer and clearer in the gloom of the forest, his expression softened to the point where he actually thought he was quivering... on the verge of tears. But, no, his tears had dried out long ago. He had nothing to offer her now. Not one little drop of sadness. When she began to speak, there was a familiarity to her words that he could not quite put a finger on. He knew, at the very least, that he'd heard them somewhere before, and part of him wondered if she was saying it in order to be sentimental. In any case, Alex found himself growing more and more confused, but kept this out of his expression. When it became clear to him that those words were ones which he'd spoken to her in the days of his not-so-young youth, when they were first together, Alex found himself staring aimlessly at the ground around his feet. Of course she would use them against me... I should've known.

He had said those things when he was foolish and inexperienced in love. Erieda was not his first girlfriend, but she was the first woman he'd fallen in love with, and he had done so in such an incredibly short amount of time that he'd left himself utterly confused. But, regardless of his confusion, he had always been sure that Erieda was special, that she was the woman he wanted to be with. He wanted her all to himself.

When she was finished, Alex dragged his gaze upwards, and hesitated a little, before the words came spewing from his lips. "Of course they were true," Alex insisted, fighting the urge to step forward. It was unlikely that Erieda would act aggressively towards him, as she'd always been too reasonable for that, but he still didn't know where his boundaries lay and so he was hesitant to try to become close to her. Whether she mistook that for a lack of care, he did not know, but in his mind it was always better to refuse such sudden urges than to move past a person's limits and abolish any of the remaining kindness they had in their heart. Taking a breath, he continued. "You have to believe me when I tell you this; leaving was not something I had intended, nor did I want to. I wanted to stay and be happy with you, to finally repay you for all the horrible shit I've done. Hurting you... rejecting our children... killing Symone. Everything that I have done, I have tried to make it up to you. Ask yourself this; why on all earth would I just throw that away?" Alex took a small step forward, as if to test the waters a little.

The words he spoke were the complete truth... He'd been taken all those years ago. Taken against his free will, and he had to endure so much because of that. They were not content with letting him live in agony for not having seen his wife for three years, or that he had to abandon everything he'd worked so hard to build, they had to push it just that little further, leaving his psyche in tatters and his humanity stretched thin. He had cried for his wife; cried because he'd left her, and cried out for her to help him, to save him from the pain and the torture. She had not come. But, of course, he did not say this. He could not. His mouth parted and his mind readied the words, but they caught in this throat and came out little more than a confused jumble of letters. He felt the sigil in his arm burning, and he winced against the pain, his hand instinctively flying to his arm as tears formed behind his eyes. The sigil, which was as much of a hindrance to him as it was assuring to know no one could spill Remei secrets, stopped him before he could reveal the truth. "Erieda," he choked, "please... forgive me... forgive me...". Alexander rarely begged, but he figured in these circumstances that he had nothing else to say. His eyes stayed low to the ground.

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Syrid

Syrid watched as what she assumed was a family reunion went on before her very sight, her head cocked slightly to one side. Her stunningly blue eyes held a curious glint in them, but her expression was one of clear passivity. She recognised her brother mostly, and he looked... almost weakened. The old Syrid would have found that positively hilarious, but now she found herself inclined to reserve all judgement. Releasing a few soft clicks of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Syrid's hands found themselves brushing against the bark of a nearby tree. She let a soft huff of breath escape her thin lips, before she realised that she held no immediate interest in the affairs of her brother, and quickly moved instead to Alexis. This brought a smile to her lips and an expression of wonderment to her features. Such a beautiful yet devastatingly powerful being, Syrid had thought. She wet her lips by running her tongue over them slowly, before chuckling brilliantly. She hummed to herself, before a frown settled on her brow. Alexis was with her brother, and Syrid's nephew, whom she had only met once before. Thoroughly dislikeable.

Deciding it best to leave the situation be for a while, Syrid turned away from the scene and began to walk with casual slowness in another direction, before a distant song caught her ears. This stopped her in her tracks. A careful disguise, she'd realised, of a Siren's call. She felt her lip twitching, but she did not know the reason for this other than subtle interest in the intentions of such a call. If the Siren happened to be calling its dinner, maybe Syrid could have a little taste. Though she doubted it. Creatures who fed off of energy rarely shared their meals with strangers... But maybe if she asked nicely? With that, Syrid disappeared, and reappeared where her avatar's ears had located the source of the song. Glancing around, she recognised instantly that she was in the hotel, in one of the many rooms with a girl stood at the window.

"Curious," she murmured, allowing her gaze to flicker gently in the girl's direction. "You have a beautiful voice."

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Scavenger had claimed to visit and pull Ashley away for some extra fun times. The laugh afterwards led Ashley to believe it was a joke. But if the dark haired woman actually pleased Ashley enough, she might have just let it happen. But she wasn't going to say anything. So far her day has been anything but awful. Scavenger was keeping Ashley from hating everyone and threatening the lives of people she does not care for. There was some silence between her and her Scavenger. It was almost the end of a conversation that could have also been the start of another. But a girl, whom Ashley did not know, approached the both of them. With a smile of innocence. The smirk that Ashley tends to only hold for Scavenger quickly disappeared. Ashley did not care for meeting new people. Did not care to get to know anyone. And did not care this girl, whose name was Eden. Scavenger on the other hand was almost pursing Eden. Engaging her in a conversation, that Ashley did not want to be a part of.

The dark skinned girl would have much rather carried on the silence with Scavenger than make nice with Eden. But she sat there, examining the girl that was being pursued. She seemed normal enough except for the feeling that Ashley was standing before a dragon. Which left her curious to why she was getting that feeling. It must have been her own dragon trying to tell Ashley something. But she pushed the feeling away. Done with her examination, she took her attention away from Eden and Scavenger. When she was needed, her name would be called. But until then she was going to wait for Victoria to need her. Ashley glanced down at her phone and then looked back up. Nothing.

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Amorie already knew that somehow, someway, Alec was going to get her back for this. But right now, their one concern was to get this girl inside. Walking inside the hotel, Amorie stayed in the lobby. There were two girls with Eida still. The blonde gave a smile and a wave to Alec's sister to be polite. But then she rocked on her heels, waiting for her friend to come back. If he was ever going to come back. For all she knows, he was going to stay until his mother came back to deal with that girl. But when the hotel walls shook and her chill went down her spine, she knew Alec was coming. The door slam was evident of that. She was going to comment something about him slamming the door, but he had dragged her out of the hotel. Amorie still had the umbrella up to protect them from the rain. They were headed to school and Alec brought the sleepover back up with a smile. The blonde raised an eyebrow and decided bringing up that girl and the door slam wasn't the best.

Linking arms with her friend the continued to school. "Well after school you can just come straight over. After you pack clothes and whatever else you might think you need." She said. Her father said no boys, but Alec wasn't just some boy. He was good friend of hers. "No family. No craziness. Movies. Popcorn. Well except for my occasional disappearance." That she had no control over and never will. Sometimes she is needed and she can't avoid the responsibility.

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Nicholas examined himself for a bit to make sure that nothing was seriously damaged on him. But barely a scratch. It was just the impact of the fall that hurt. The person that he crashed into just stumbled a bit. He looked a tad frightened but that last but a second. He was honestly expecting the male to fall, but it was better he didn't. He asked if Nick was okay and he took hold of his hand to stand up. "I am fine." Nicholas released his hand and dusted himself off. That was when the male introduced himself as Logan. Looking back up, Nick admired his features. He was a very handsome man. Although Nick just moved here, he wanted a friend. Even if he was going to pursue this friend. "Name's Nicholas." He was a bit intrigued with Logan's accent. It was exotic sounding. In fact he wanted to hear the male speak some more. He took his skateboard back from him. Nicholas' wasn't very exotic. Though his hispanic background gave him the ability to roll his Rs and have an accent. He didn't speak the language. He wish he could have.

"Curious," Sunday's bow screeched against the strings, in a fright. She whipped around to see a woman standing where no one stood before. "You have a beautiful voice." The woman said, and Sunday backed against the window.

"W-who are you?" she asked, her violin vanishing in the similar way it had appeared. "Did mother send you?! Please, tell her I ma trying, I am, it's not as easy as it seems!" Sunday sobbed, fear and panic in her eyes, that had gone from a glowing red to the soft brown they had been.

She turned her head toward the window, seeing Alec with that blonde girl.

Maybe if she made her dark hair blonde, then he would notice her too. or she could use magic like her mother was said to have, and trick him like her mother and tricked her father.

Who that man is, she did not know, and her mother never said. Her mother never told her anything unless it was an order. Her turned her attention back to the woman, who reminded her of her mother.

"Please, Miss, Don't tell my mother....I don't want to be sent to them again..."

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Alexander

It was a safe statement to make that Alex was not exactly expecting what came next. He did not flinch as Erieda moved closer, but his body did tense as if preparing for some sort of assault on his health, physical or mental. When he felt her lips pressing against his own, he was taken aback beyond all measure, and for the longest time he felt he'd stayed completely still, too afraid of ruining the situation to try anything else. Words could not describe how much he had missed his wife's embrace, how much he'd wanted to feel the warmth of her body pressing against his own. Without really being aware of what he was doing, Alex's arms moved from his sides to wrap around her lower torso with extremely gentle movements. It was a moment or two before Alex really got into it, by which point Erieda was pulling away.

As her voice became audible to him, Alex's eyes opened and he pulled his forehead away from her own to gaze upon her features once more. "Of course..." he whispered, tightening his hold around her to pull her closer to him. He positioned his head to be able to nuzzle her neck, now no longer held back by the worry that he was going too fast. Her suggestion in its entirety was a reassurance like no other, and he took a few moments before answering to fully register it. "I'm here with you, Erieda. Any time you need me, I will be here," he continued. He turned his head to the side and began to place small kisses up her neck, until he reached her jaw; from there he trailed a small journey back to her lips, kissing her like... well, like he hadn't done so for many, many years. Like everything he had been through was all reduced to nothing because he was now able to hold his wife in his arms once more, and love her.

Lifting a hand to he back of her head, Alexander ran his hands through her dark hair, before pulling away. "Are you... sure?"

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Alec

Alec was not opposed to walking arm-in-arm with his friend. He kept the smile upon his lips for a while as he waited for her to speak. "Ah, right then," he replied, reaching out his arm to take the umbrella back from her grip. Alec wasn't one for letting women provide for him, even if it was something as simple as shielding him from the rain. Despite being an entirely modern teenager, Alec like to think of himself as quite traditional when it came to the gender roles of men and women; men would provide for the women, and they - in turn - would smile and act pretty all the while. That's what he liked to think, anyway, and it was the source of a great many discussion with his sister about having been born in completely the wrong era. Continuing on, he murmured the words, "To be honest, that sounds more pleasantly relieving than most of my nights lately." He finished this off with a brief chuckle, although it was remarkably hollow.

The wind whistled past his ears, like normal, but this time it held something in it which it had previously lacked. A name... A name... He heard it, just about. It was the faintest sound he'd ever heard in his life, but it was there, and it was real. "Sunday," he spoke aloud, halting so suddenly that he felt the awkwardness of his arm-in-arm position. Wriggling free of this, he turned towards the direction in which they'd come from, but he couldn't see the road... He saw a face. Her face. Clear as day in his mind. What was I thinking? He thought... "I should go back... She shouldn't be alone... She shouldn't be alone," he repeated, again and again, until the sound of his own voice became something unfamiliar to him. He turned to Amorie, practically tossing the umbrella in her direction before breaking into a sprint.

Idiot... You idiot.

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Syrid

Syrid only offered a smile as the youthful being before her turned around, and it was to Syrid's knowledge that she was surprised. Scared, even. In complete, unremarkable silence, Syrid watched the girl break down before her very eyes and, if she had possessed any maternal instincts at all before her change, she might've felt the need to hug the girl, to assure her and comfort her. Such as it was, Syrid remained motionless, but mildly sympathetic nonetheless. Stepping forward, Syrid brought the corners of her lips upwards; her body language as a whole suggested that she meant no harm to the child, but neither did she wish to show an act of kindness at this early stage.

"You've been through a lot," Syrid spoke, nodding subtly to accompany her words. "I know this." Extending her arm forward, Syrid moved a stray lock of hair back into its original place atop the girl's head, and cocked her head to one side as if assessing her physical form. "I do not know your mother. But, even if I did, I would have no reason to inform her of your every action. Calling to others through song is what a Siren does, correct? How can you possibly fault a being for doing what is only natural to them?" The question was intended to be rhetorical, of course, but Syrid remained silent for long enough to allow the girl to speak, at least.

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"Of course..." Alex whispered, holding her close, and Erieda felt herself sigh a breath of relief. Atleast he'd be there for now. That's all she could hope for at the moment. Then finally he nuzzled into her like he always did, causing her to purr softly. "I'm here with you, Erieda. Any time you need me, I will be here," He said, and began trailing soft kisses up her neck, and traveling toward her lips. She wanted to tell him not so say those words if he didn't mean them, but she couldn't. Her mind was too caught up in his kisses, the warmth of him against her after so many years of being without him and she wanted to believe him.

"Are you... sure?"

He stopped, with his hand entangled in her hair. Erieda allowed herself to breath, as a soft smile graced her lips.

""Three years I have been without you..." she said to her husband, her voice soft as a breath, "Of course I am sure..." she said, and bridged the gap between them.

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"You've been through a lot,"The woman said, moving forward, Sunday stiffened. "I know this." the woman reached up, and Sunday turned her head, afraid of what was about to happened, only for the woman to touch her hair. Sunday opened her eyes, and looked at the woman. "I do not know your mother. But, even if I did, I would have no reason to inform her of your every action. Calling to others through song is what a Siren does, correct? How can you possibly fault a being for doing what is only natural to them?" She said, and Sunday relaxed.

"Y-you're not going to hurt me?" she asked, timidly, though her posture was more relaxed now then it had been. There was something farmilar about this woman, now that Sunday relaxed, terrifying but familiar.
"I'm sorry, Do I know you...you feel farmiliar?"

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Alexander

Alexander didn't smile at his wife's words. Any and all humour, or even good grace, had been robbed from him throughout the recent years. The reason he wasn't overwhelmed with complete joy was because a larger part of him thought that things really weren't better between them, and that they would never be able to return to the way they used to be. As he stared into Erieda's his eyes, he came to the realisation that they were ruined. Completely and utterly beyond the point of repair. Of course, he missed her; it would be a lie to state otherwise. Of course, he wanted to hold her and feel her embrace; she was beautiful. This reunion had sparked a lot of emotions, a lot of which were ones that made him want to pick his wife up and back her into the nearest surface, but these would fade. Soon enough she would discover his motives, and she'd turn against him. She'd refuse him her Realm, and would fight to the ends of the earth to keep it for herself. But Alex needed it. Soon enough, in fact, she would understand that nothing could be done for them at this point. Their relationship was void, but Alex was not one to give up easily, and he would keep his wife by his side. He wanted her, not just because of the bond they shared, but because he did not want anyone else to have her either. The thought alone would often clench his jaw and fuel his anger... his obsession.

Alexander continued to run his fingers through her dark hair, even as she bridged the gap between them suddenly. He refused to spend this situation more caught up in his own thoughts than focusing on Erieda, and the utter relief he felt that he had free reign to hold her and touch her as he pleased - within reason, of course. Absentmindedly, he forced a portal to open near their location, as his jaw pushed for a deeper kiss. It had always so that he would get quickly caught up in such activities with his wife. She affected him in ways he could not even begin to describe; this was evident at all times. Without her, he would have continued to murder uncontrollably, and to feel no remorse. However, instead, he tried his very best to change his ways for the better. This took a lot of strength, effort, and trial and error, but he was making progress. His love for Erieda was so strong that, after a while, nothing mattered to him but pleasing her, and being a good husband or father. During these thoughts, Alex noted only that he was shuffling Erieda backwards now, and it wasn't long until both of them were on the other side of the portal.

It was in this room of the hotel that Alexander and Erieda had 'spent most of their time'. His eyes opened for a second or two as he drank in the familiarity of his surroundings, and suddenly nothing else occurred to him. His entire focus was directed entirely towards Erieda. He wouldn't let anything slip through. Alexander broke away from the kiss slowly, and hesitantly, before his fingers found the bottom of her shirt. He pulled it upwards, before tugging it over her head and discarding it quickly. Allowing himself a moment or two to glance admiringly at her figure, Alex finally smiled, hands moving to her hips as he leaned in once more. Suddenly he felt slightly self-conscious about what she'd think when his bare torso was revealed. Not only was he caked in scars, from both battles and... other things, but there was the sigil on his arm, which had since ceased to burn and was now little more than a serious of fleshy pink - and clearly painful - etchings in his arm.

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Syrid & Alec

Syrid's greyish-green eyes watched the younger being with idle curiosity as visible signs of relaxation became apparent to her, and she offered a slight, almost delicate smile, saying nothing for the longest time. As the girl questioned her motives, yet again, Syrid shook her head in subtle yet decidedly noticeable movements. "I have not yet been given the need to do so," she replied, her shoulders twitching upwards in a shrug. This was true; Syrid felt no need to harm the child. However, she made a point of suggesting, rather vaguely, that this could be subject to change. She could often change her intentions like the flick of a switch. So long as the child's timid nature remained, Syrid was comfortable.

It was the next question that caught Syrid off guard slightly, and brought about an incredibly faint sense of confusion. She was struggling to understand how the girl might have familiarised herself with Syrid, even if only slightly, when this was their first physical encounter. "Curious," she murmured, stepping back a ways to seat herself softly on the end of the bed, hands placed into her lap. She held her chin high, and her back straight, though her eyes fluttered closed as if she was entering a deep state of thought. "Family ties?" she suggested, before shaking her head slowly. Her eyelids shot up, revealing irises of a muted colour, more grey than green now, but lacking the glow which came with the natural usage of her powers. She hadn't consumed enough during her last meal to access anything but a mild, tickling vibration of some odd connection between herself and the girl, whom she had previously assumed was a complete 'stranger', to use mortal terms.

Having given up on attempting to delve deeper into the question posed to her, Syrid released a low and audible breath, but not quite a sigh or a huff. Just a short release of breath. As her gaze flickered back to the girl, she felt a smile gracing her lips and features almost immediately. "I'd like to know your name, child," she spoke, her vocals raspy yet warm and inviting in a way that could not be described with words alone. She shifted her arm only slightly to pat the tips of her fingers against the patch of bed beside her, gesturing for the girl to join her.

It was then that another unknown figure began to rattle with the door handle, before pushing it open completely and entering. Alec stood there, out of breath and - quite frankly - dumbfounded beyond words. Lips parted slightly, he released an unintelligible murmur, before pressing two fingers to his forehead. Syrid watched the young male with a blank expression at first, before she released a gentle yet brilliant laugh, returning her hands to her lap in one fluent motion. As their eyes met, Alec frowned, but Syrid merely continued to smile. She turned again to the girl. "It seems your dinner has arrived," Syrid spoke, standing rather gracefully. "I shall leave you to your sordid little activities." And, seemingly in that same second, she was gone from the room. Better yet, gone from Parkwood.

Alec huffed. "Dinner?" he questioned, raising a brow. Suddenly he didn't feel so bad about leaving her in the first place.

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Kellin

Kellin was, at the very least, relieved that Lexi was tired of all the weirdness and generally violent yet sexual actions, and was instead lifting herself upwards for them both to move closer to the bed, clearly responding the slight nudging of his head in that direction. He followed her willingly, feeling almost like a pet eager for a treat. No doubt she had long since clocked onto this idea; if there was one thing he knew Lexi absolutely loved, it was being in control over him. She liked to play her games and tease him, and he went along with it only because he had nothing better to do with his day. He'd rather be reduced to a sexual plaything than to be sexually inactive and, quite frankly, bored. Still, he hated it. He wanted nothing more than to shift the roles of their little arrangement, which he no doubt would at some point, but for now he was content with being lead about. And so, when she pulled him closer, he complied by kissing her back, and he smirked against her lips when he felt the sudden change in the position of her hand.

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And so, we fade...

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Kellin pulled his jeans up his legs and proceeded to zip and button them up completely. He hadn't even offered Lexi a side glance since they had finished their activities. He was done with her for the day, and he held no shred of doubt that she felt the same way about him. However, it was not a lack of interest which sparked his sudden desire to get as far away from her as possible, but an obvious stubbornness and all-round bitterness for the way in which Lexi had forced him to feed, to bend to her will. He hoped to all the gods that she'd had fun, because he sure as hell hadn't. It was, by far, the most bizarre experience he'd ever encountered with Lexi. He knew she was bat-shit crazy, but not quite to that extent... Now he was oddly wary of her, and he was not opposed to stating openly that he despised her a little. Not that they'd gotten along particularly well in the first place, but this had just gone way too far. Kellin had been pushed to his limits, and it'd take a while to recover.

Pulling his shirt over his torso, Kellin released a loud huff, before turning towards the door and leaving without even glancing over his shoulder. "I'll see you whenever," he called, lifting his arm in a half-assed gesture of a wave. He hadn't waited for her to respond before forcing a portal to open before him; he stepped through and allowed it to close behind him in that same second.

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"Curious," The woman then took a seat on the bed, and closed her eyes leaving Sunday afraid and unsure what to do other then watch her. "Family ties?" The woman offered, but Sunday didn't say anything, her mother only had a brother, who was killed a long time before Sunday was even born, as with her Grandmother and Grandfather, her Grandfather was killed by the now Seelie Queen, which was why Sunday was here. Her mother wanted revenge for that, she wants to take everything the Seelie Queen loves, and crush them. Sunday was meant to take Alec from her, convince him to pity her, befriend her, trust her...love her, and Sunday wanted all of that, but not for the same reason, her mother wanted all of that so that Alec would be in her hands. Sunday shuddered to think that her mother would actualy do to him. Sunday, just wanted him to love her, the way she loved him. All of the time, she was meant to be studying him, only made her love him. She didn't want to lie to him, she knew what she was here to do, she didn't want to but she had to. The woman took a breath, snapping Sunday out of her thoughts, she smiled at her as she looked over, causing Sunday to turn red. "I'd like to know your name, child," Said the woman, her voice was rough, but it wasn't threatening, it was almost...safe. She tapped the bed, offering Sunday a seat.

Sunday wasn't about to refuse it, and not just because she didn't want to upset her, but because she didn't feel like the woman was going to hurt her, the exact opposite actually.

"I am...." It was then that the door handle rattled, before it was opened.

Sunday shot to her feet out of fear, and while her fear dissipated, she was still ridged with nervousness as Alec stood at the door, looking confused.

The spell was broken as soon as laid eyes on her.

The Woman laughed, as if amused by the moment. She looked at him and then at her,"It seems your dinner has arrived," She said, and was standing, in a such a graceful way that made Sunday feel a bit oafish. "I shall leave you to your sordid little activities." she said and was gone before the words even reached Sunday's ears.

"Dinner..."

He looked worried now, Sunday shook her head, in a panic. "No no, Honest, I was...I called you, I just...I mean...I was afraid...I have never been to this realm alone before...and I was told this was a safe place, I have been alone for so long...no one is ever nice to me, but you were...you said, I should get out of the rain before I caught a cold...and you pulled me into your...." she gestured over her head with her hand, unable to find the word for what it was. Human items like that, that were completely useless where she was from, were often lost on her. "I am so so so sorry, It was foolish of me, I am a siren, not a succubus, I do not 'eat' people...and I certainly would not want to harm the only person that was ever kind to me....It was so very very foolish." She said, turning away, unable to face him. It was stupid to call him like that, she should have gone after him. She began hitting herself in the temple with the palm of her hand, enough to make a hard knocking sound at the force of it. "Stupid Sunday, Stupid Stupid." she said, with every strike.

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(I'll post for my other characters at a later date.)

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Alec

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Alec watched with narrowed eyes as the girl began her little breakdown before his eyes, and he remained in the doorway for what felt like the longest time after the other woman had disappeared into nothingness. He listened to her excuses and rolled his eyes slowly as she struggled to find the words. "Umbrella," he murmured, his voice soft but still holding the irritated quality most similar to his tense expression; with furrowed brows and pursed lips, he began to move slowly forward, an inch at a time between the breaks in her sentences. It wasn't long before he found himself standing in front of the dark-haired girl, who was prattling on about how her species did not 'feed' on others, but he was barely listening. His arms were crossed out in front of his chest, his expression impatient as if he was waiting for a truly liable excuse for her actions.

Part of Alec was genuinely relieved that she hadn't called him, which he now realised is why he'd sprinted away from his friend, for an early-morning nibble. He was grateful that she was a Siren rather than a Succubus, but truthfully he thought that the Succubus were a far more interesting species to find himself in the company of, although he quickly changed this idea. Aside from a few close friends and pretty much every member of his family, Alec had tried his best to stay away from the Supernatural aspects of his relationships and Parkwood as a whole. Some things, he knew, could not be avoided, but he'd liked to have at least not been subjected to the call of a Siren, whether she meant to feed from him or not. But, mostly he was not upset that she didn't want to be alone, as she'd said; it was the way in which she went about bringing him back. Like, if she'd simply ran after him, or followed him to school, he would be much more forgiving. This, however, made him wary.

It wasn't until the girl began physically assaulting herself that Alec made any move to speak to her; he was close enough now that it only took a second for his arm to extend outwards with a rapid speed, fingers curling around her wrist to stop her from smacking herself any more. There was genuine concern in his eyes now, mixed with an odd sense of fear. But it was not fear which stemmed from the concern for her health, but more for his own. There was clearly something not right with her. She'd used her Siren abilities to trick him into returning, and now she was prepared to give herself a concussion because he had not given her the reaction she might've been hoping for. To him, she was like a small child, or a puppy that needed constant care, attention and the occasional scolding. And so, his expression of concern shifted immediately to a stern, paternal sort of glare. "You stop that," he insisted, "there's no need."

Releasing his grip from around her wrist, he then lifted his now free hand towards her forehead, and pressed the backs of his fingers against her skin, which was now red and seemingly sore. Releasing a 'tut', Alec lead her over to the bed so that they could sit down. Releasing a sigh, he pressed two fingers to his forehead, nose crinkling, before he looked back up at the girl. "You alright... uh?" He was asking for her name.

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Sunday didn't know what happened, but suddenly, Alec's hand curled around her wrist, hindering her movements. While still tense, she stopped in an instant. The look in his eyes was something she'd never seen on him before...she didn't like it. He seemed almost afraid, concerned, but afraid. That's not what she wanted. She didn't want him to be afraid of her. She wanted, no, Needed him to love her, if not for her, but for her mother. That's what her mother wanted her to do.

"You stop that." he told her like she was a small child. "there's no need."he said and let go of her hand. Sunday's head lowered to the floor, her small round face hidden behind her long dark hair and thick bangs. Her hands falling to her side. She couldn't look at him. She failed, she knew she did. He would hate her for what she did, or at the very least never trust her.

She couldn't blame him, she couldn't be trusted, she wanted to be, but she just couldn't....

Without warning, a cool hand was pressed against the side of her head, she looked up at him, blinking back at him with wide brown eyes as he touched the place with which she'd punished herself.

He then made a strange noise before guiding them to the bed. Sunday stiffened. She knew he didn't want that. If he did, he would have thrown her down the the incubi always did when she upset her mother. Instead, Alec sat beside her, looking frustrated, and possibly a little woozy. Her call might have done that.

"You alright uh...." He let his words trail off. Sunday blinked at him a moment, before realizing he was asking her name.

For a moment, she couldn't even remember what it was, being so close to him now. He'd touched her, softly, gently, like she'd always imagined he would. He would be kind to her, considerate.

She would probably never know what it was like, but that's what she imagined.

"I am Sunday...." she peeped, her light voice just over a whisper. She knew she had to ask him his name, but she already knew it. She'd known it for so long, that it echoed in her mind

"I am very sorry, your head, it must ache, I do not know what comes over me sometimes..." she said, and her hand reached up to touch his head but she stopped suddenly, gasped alittle in her chest, and threw her hand back down into her lap, turning from him, her face a bright red.

"I will understand if you do not wish to know me...First impressions are important, I have read, and I have made a terrible one on you, I am sure..." she said, never looking at him as she spoke, her gaze, low on her feet.

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Alec

There was a long silence, Alec reflected, between the time in which he had asked her for her name and the moment she'd actually given it. He felt himself becoming awkward under her stare; there was something tender and loving behind it, but that only freaked Alec out a little more. Although... maybe it was just in her nature to be that way? Aside from all the bat-shit craziness, y'know, he wasn't going to lie about that. Still, even with this in mind, Alec couldn't fight the weird vibe he was getting from her. Like, maybe she knew him way more than he knew her?

Regardless of all of the aforementioned thoughts, Alec offered a smile - hollow and wary - as she spoke her name. It was a pretty name, he had to admit, but the way in which she hadn't asked for his name in return only suggested that she didn't want to know - which was unlikely - or that she already knew it - which was much less so - and neither were exactly appealing to Alec. He could only hope that she'd merely forgotten, as opposed to all the paranoid thoughts running around in his head like tiny little cartoon figures who'd been set alight.

As Sunday pointed out his previous motions in which he touched his forehead, Alec offered only a slight twitch of a shrug. "Oh, it's only a small heada-" his words caught in his throat as, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted her hand sheepishly moving towards him. It only took him a moment to realise where it was headed, and while he wanted so badly to recoil from it, he forced himself to stay in place. That was until she'd pulled her arm back sharply, 'causing him to flinch only slightly. Again, he was forced to admit that her blush was oddly adorable, in a freaky, stalker-ish sort of way. He felt himself relaxing slightly.

Fuck... What have I gotten into?

Alec shook his head at her next statement, though he released a slightly amused snort at one particular point. 'I have read'. Did she research human interaction/etiquette? If so, that only made her slightly less awkward and creepy, and only a little more adorable, with a childlike naivety. "You don't have to worry about that," he replied, shuffling a little on the end of the bed so that he was seated in a much more comfortable position than before. While one hand found its place in her lap, the other was being used to prop himself up as he leant back only a little. "If I hadn't been raised around Supernaturals, your... nature would probably be a little alarming to me, and yeah... first impressions are really important to some people. Emphasis on some. Others, like me, aren't too fussed." He turned his head to her at last, now wearing a casual smile upon his lips. "I won't hold this against you, kid. But, next time, if you just want some company, come and ask. I'll rarely say no unless I've already made plans." He paused. "You're new here, right? Are you attending any schools? College, perhaps? I... could walk you?"

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Alexander

Alexander watched with expectant eyes as Erieda discarded his shirt, and as her own eyes roamed about, he could feel her drinking in his scars and it brought an unexpected flush to his cheeks. A part of him felt ashamed about his body. While he'd spent years maintaining a muscular figure, which was necessary for his role as General, he had not been so careful as to move out of the way of one too many blades being thrown about in his general vicinity. Although, there were certain circumstances he'd fallen into which could not be avoided, and so that's where the larger majority of the scarring had come from. As he stared down at his wife, another part of him made him think that perhaps the scars would evoke some sense of pity; perhaps she'd discover that he had been through a lot when he disappeared. That this path was not one which he chose as willingly as others might have thought. Perhaps she'd understand that he had been robbed of his control, of his entire life with her.

As he suddenly felt Erieda's fingers ghosting over the marking etched into his arm, Alexander winced and fought against the natural urge to bat her hand away from it. It was a sigil which bound the secrets within his mind and prevented the words from exiting his mouth. However, there were other side-effects, one of which being that Alex was forced to protect it with his life. If someone attempted to carve the marked skin out to rid him of his oath, it would instinctively force Alex to act out against that person, friend or foe. The sigil did not know one from another. All he could focus on in that moment was not the pain on his wife's face, nor again that he was finally back in her company, but instead the inner strength it took not to release a low growl; the urge quickly subsided as Erieda's voice became audible to him, and he noticed then that her hand had lowered itself to its original place. The question posed to him caused his head to shake in subtle movements, before he nuzzled into her hand lovingly. "If I could, I would," he replied, his voice practically non-existent.

It wasn't long before Alexander found himself deeply connected with his wife; they'd been separated for such a long time without even a hug that being given such an opportunity as to share each other's company in this particular way was an offer that neither could refuse, nor had they wanted to. However, what stuck out as odd to Alex was that Erieda had suggested it, whilst Alex had barely even touched upon the subject in his own mind. Still, he wasn't complaining. He'd absorb every second in her company as much as he could before... before she realised.

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Alexander lay with his wife wrapped up in his arms, and every now and then he would lean in to nuzzle her neck or cheek or the top of her head. Anywhere he could. It was a habit of his that he'd never really forgotten, and had fallen straight back into. Although he remained in silence for the longest time, his eyes staring into the half-gloom of their bedroom. The lights weren't on; neither of them had had the time to turn it on when they first came in, and the grey skies outside failed to bring enough light to make a dent in the drawn curtains of the room. At the time, Alexander didn't know if his wife was asleep or awake, but he held her close nonetheless, and he wasn't planning on letting her go. Craning his neck at an odd angle, Alexander placed a peck on the nearest shoulder, before settling back into the mattress with a slight huff.

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Eida & Slade

Eida was so unbelievably overjoyed when her friend Emily explained that she would be staying for a while. It was true; Eida had been distracted over the years, and so keeping up communications with her friend had become more and more difficult until she finally gave up. Too much had happened; whether it was the disappearance or death of family members, the emotional distress of others, and in addition to all that she had to deal with her brother's slowly fading mental health. The headaches, she reflected, had started only a few months prior to the day, and he was snapping much more than usual. Not to mention, she had studies and such things to keep up with on the side of this, and she'd be damned to all Hell if she let her grades slip again. And it was because of all of this that, as Emily inquired into the happenings between this gap of non-communication, Eida let out a visibly panicked smile, as well as a drawn-out and unsurprisingly awkward laugh-mumble.

Thankful, at least, that her dear friend had directed her attention towards the new guest who had remained at the desk. "She arrived a few moments ago," Eida explained, before closing her mouth and allowed Elena to pick up from that. Eida didn't particularly like speaking for people, and she made this obvious in most circumstances. She watched Elena curiously as the two girls met for the first time, before she seemingly became distracted by something else. It wasn't until she uttered a curse at something that Eida truly became interested in the distant noise which she had previously succeeded in completely drowning out. In all truth, she wasn't entirely surprised, and so her expression remained passive but still decidedly gentle. She felt her arms wrapping themselves around her lower torso, and she released a breath.

As Eida spotted Elena moving a painting to one side, she stepped forward with a jolt. "Mm, be careful with that," she urged, but Elena seemingly was too wrapped up in whatever she was trying to discover that Eida's comment went unnoticed. This sparked something in the girl that she hadn't often felt; there was a temper bubbling beneath her skin. Just who did this girl think she was? Coming in and acting all shy, and then having the nerve to start redecorating before her very eyes. Eida was exaggerating, she knew, but she still couldn't push the sudden feeling away. As Elena spoke, Eida shook her head slightly. "This is a hotel for Supernaturals. I'm not surprised if there's a million holes around this place. The Davenports like to punch things," she mumbled with a casual shrug, before moving closer. "Are you sure it was a ferret, though? Like... it's an old building. Might have some rats scuttling about in the walls, but a ferret would be way too weird... Even for this place."

Suddenly distracted by a familiar voice calling her name, Eida awkwardly shuffled to turn her body all the way around, before she became aware of Alexis figure. She was holding onto a man who Eida quickly recognised as her Uncle. Her eyes widened with sudden shock, and she stood motionless for a few moments, before she jumped - yet again - towards him and caught him in a hug. She loved and had missed her Uncle, but her affection was not quite so comparable as to Alexis' love for her big brother. For as long as she'd been alive, Slade was the only one who truly understood Alexis, and the two had shared a deep bond because of it. Stepping back after a while, she was drawn to no one else but her Uncle. "I'm glad to see you too, kiddo," he joked, ruffling her hair. She released a small laugh, before turning to Alexis. "And you," she continued, pointing a finger briefly, "Will never cease to surprise me." Slade smirked.

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"You don't have to worry about that," Alec said, and Sunday looked up at him briefly, before looking back at her hands. He shuffled a bit on the bed, and before she knew it, his hand lay no her lap. Sunday's eyes went wide, her back stiff.

He was touching her again but on her legs....Of course, he did not know the claw marks that were there, they had been used to restrain her, A nervous sweat dotted her brow. Alec wouldn't hurt her. He was kind, and considerate. He would not hurt. "If I hadn't been raised around Supernaturals, your... nature would probably be a little alarming to me, and yeah... first impressions are really important to some people. Emphasis on some. Others, like me, aren't too fussed." He said, and then turned his head to her, his smile made her relax some, and a small one touched her lips. "I won't hold this against you, kid. But, next time, if you just want some company, come and ask. I'll rarely say no unless I've already made plans." He said and she nodded. "You're new here, right? Are you attending any schools? College, perhaps? I... could walk you?" He said and she smiled a little brighter.

"I am supposed to go to...um...Parkwood High." She said, saying the school name as if she were reciting it from memory. She knew what she was supposed to say but with him looking at her, talking to her, touching her...it hard to remember anything. She then remembered something else."Oh I am sorry, I have not asked your name, how rude of me." she said, looking at him, but having a hard time keeping eye contact. He was more handsome in person.

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Alec

Alec listened in silence as Sunday told him that she was attending Parkwood High, and he allowed himself a small chuckle. Not many of his friends nowadays were attending high school, they were in College like him. On one hand, he was glad that maybe he wouldn't have her trailing after him all day, but on the other he kind of wanted to be around to see how she was getting on. She seemed so nervous and skittish that high school might be too much for her; those kids, supernatural and mortal alike, would tear her to shreds in a second. Staring down at her, he realised he didn't want that to happen, not because he was fond of the girl but mainly because Alec was soft when it came to women as a whole. He hated seeing them come to harm. Sunday was way too adorable, in a freaky (and slightly worrying) sort of way, for that.

It was then that she asked him for his name, and he was instantly made to re-think all of his previous thoughts about her. Now it was either a case of her trying to hide the fact that she already knew him, or that he was wrong about her all along and she really wasn't a stalker. Sitting in silence for a few moments as he reflected upon this, he realised he was staring at her with a deep frown, which instantly faded upon acknowledgement and was replaced with a calm smile. "I'm Alec," he replied, shifting slightly on the spot. "Alec Davenport."

Hearing his phone buzzing in his pocket, Alec shot Sunday a sideways glance as if to excuse himself for a moment as he worked with tremendous effort to pull his phone out of the pocket which refused to open. Grunting with pure frustration, he was forced to stand to shimmy it out. Pulling anything out of your skinny jeans whilst sitting down was a task better left to experts, or people who didn't mind a set of broken fingers being trapped by the constricting fabric. It was only then that Alec realised he'd been staring into space for around a minute, thinking about his jeans. With a muffle sound of awareness, Alec checked the messages on his phone and sighed when he realised it was from Alexis.

Standing up yet again, he extended a hand towards Sunday, as if to gesture for her to take it. "I'm being summoned to the lobby," he told her in explanation, feeling that he needed a liable excuse as to why he wanted her hand. "And I said I'd walk you to school, so..."

He waited for a while, before escorting Sunday through the hallways, down the steps, and into the lobby, where a crowd had gathered. Giving a disgruntled sigh, he allowed his gaze to drift over each individual person, before he settled his sight on Slade, who was stood there with an awkward expression plastered onto his features. Alec gave a wave, which was returned, but he said no more on the subject. Turning to Alexis, he raised a brow. "Want something?" he asked, rather impatiently.

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