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Landon Seymour

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

0 · 633 views · located in Rose, Italy

a character in “When The Moon Rises”, as played by Miss Nomer

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Name
"I didn't choose it, but its mine all the same. It's a family name, Landon. No escaping that."
Landon Daniel Seymour


Nicknames
"It's not my favorite name, but I won't answer to anything less than it."
Landon. Just Landon.


Age
"I'm not as experienced as some, but I can still hold my own."
Twenty [20]


Race
"Purely human, and quite pleased with it."
He's human, in fact coming from a long line of Cacciotori tracing from both sides of his lineage, though there are breaks here and there.


Sexuality
"That's a bit private, don't you think?"
Bisexual






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Likes
Water || Swimming || Training || Large Knives || Exercise || Forests || Victory || Cold Weather || Dogs || Family Ties || Tradition || Good Leaders || Bars || Roman Mythology || The Cacciotori || Visiting his Family || Jackets || Camping || Competitions || Being Challenged || Efficiency || Bluntness || Straightforward People || Red Hair || Green || The Ocean || Hunting || War Histories

Dislikes
Impulsiveness || People Who Forget The Past || Traitors || Abandoning Family || Being Indoors || Mathematics || Deception || Underhanded Methods || Losing || Stalemates || Heights || Cats || Hot Drinks || Salads || Watching Movies || Most Novels || Summertime || Excessive Heat || Chattiness || Ambiguity || Bending Rules || Civilian Casualties || Small Handwriting || Idleness

Fears
Death - Death can be a very frightening prospect, especially for one who is not and never has been religious. It is a fear which he does his best to suppress at all times, concerned that it will limit his abilities. But the idea of being completely nonexistent, of just vanishing, terrifies him, at least a little bit.
Killing a Civilian - Landon is a person with a strict moral code, inherited from his mother's side and strengthened by his father. Even against Immortals, he prefers to avoid foul play. The idea that he might hurt an innocent keeps Landon careful, because he's done it before, and still has nightmares and is plagued by guilt.
Being Buried Alive - This isn't really a strange fear, is it? He doesn't particularly enjoy being underground, but the concept of being smothered or crushed from above terrifies him quite a good deal. As a general rule, he steers clear of deep holes in the ground, and cringes at the stories of people who were buried before anyone realized that they had actually been alive.

Dreams:
Landon has always been a somewhat traditional sort of person, placing a great amount of value in family and history. So, call him common, but he'd like to retire after a while and have children- people who can carry on the family name, even if they opt not to work for the Cacciotori.

When he was younger, Landon always secretly wanted to be a History teacher. He's always been enamored with the subject, after all. Of course, this would be something perhaps for later years, when he has done his duty for his family and the human race.

Secrets
When Landon was on his first hunt, he mistook a civilian for his prey and murdered an innocent girl, who was perhaps 15 years old, not much older than he had been at the time. Her face still haunts him, and makes the young man cautious. He also doesn't really like to talk about wanting to be a History teacher- it's not really the first career most people see him going into.






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When people look at Landon, the first thing that tends to be noticed is his rather muscular physique. People see the muscles and have expectations- expectations for a health nut, or an athlete, or a witless powerhouse. Now, they aren't wrong in thinking him an athlete and a health nut- in fact, Landon would probably have the same exercise regime even if it weren't meant as part of his preparation for hunting. However, being muscular does not equate stupidity, a mistake that some people make with Landon. He simply has specific fields in which he is good. Landon, for example, has a skill for memorizing facts, especially if he's read or heard them more than once. He reads more than people expect of him, and knows more, therefore. So, yes, Landon is an intelligent individual, despite stereotypes he's had pointed in his directions. There is nothing that he hates more than people assuming him to be an example of all brawn and no brains, and can become very defensive on the subject, to the point where he is likely to become red in the face defending himself. Situations such as these often end in him looking the part of a fool, due to how involved he becomes, and have led to only further frustrations. Despite his tough exterior, he is oddly sensitive about that, and seems to always be trying to prove his intelligence, even when people have assured him that he has nothing to prove. It's a combination of sensitive and defensive that can have him struggling, and working far too hard to seem believable, to prove the value of his mind- at least as far as memorization goes.

While the fact that he was born into a family of hunters did have great influence over Landon's decision to follow suit, he also did so for another reason: he felt morally obligated to help protect humanity in any way that he could. Given his training, the best way to do this, he saw, was to help in the eradication of those who pose a threat to the innocent. His mother and father were both the sort of people who had strict moral codes and believes, and they passed this on to their son, who developed into an honorable sort of person. He dislikes using dirty methods in hunting, despite the fact that they are often the most effective method, and will avoid them to the extent of his abilities. Something about relying on foul methods doesn't sit right with him. After all, he's the guy who holds the door open for a long line, gives his seat up on the bus, and wouldn't hesitate to throw himself in front of traffic in order to protect another person. He holds himself up to a high standard of responsibility, just as his parents did. Of course, Landon understands that those who use different methods are doing what they believe is best, and respects that, but he feels very uncomfortable with such methods. He has before stopped and handed a person he was fighting their weapon back. If possible, Landon avoids fighting those who have no weapon, and definitely avoids those who are sick. It just isn't in his nature to use such a thing in his favor. At times, this can make him a rather poor hunter, but usually Immortals are quite capable of defending themselves, and so he feels no need to hold back in anyway.

Landon was born as the youngest of three sons in an extremely tight knit family, and his relationship with his brothers and his parents have influenced him greatly, in more than just his moral standards. He has also come to place a great amount of value on families and loyalty. Even if the family is not one related by blood, as he accepts that there are many types of family, it is something to be cherished and protected at all costs. This can be a great weakness for him, because to capture a member of his family is to have the young man as puddy in your hands. There is likely nothing that he will not do for the good of his family, whether it be his blood family or the members of the Cacciotori that he has grown closer to. To him, family comes above all else, and as thus he values loyalty greatly in those he befriends. Betrayal is one of the highest offenses that he can think of, and the idea of him betraying the trust of another is ghastly. As with all of his values, he sticks to this as best as he can- which is usually pretty well, luckily. He doesn't leave a comrade behind, even if it results in being captured as well. It simply goes against his wiring.

Loyalty aside, he has no qualms with competing against his family and extended family. Rather, Landon is a very competitive sort of person, loving challenges and competitions- anything that he can use in an attempt to measure his own skill. Challenges provide both a chance for growth and a chance for testing one's own competency, after all. He often has small competitions with himself, pushing to surpass whatever his last score was. The young man can be almost insufferable in his ability to make everything a contest- even when he is only ranking it as so within his own head (people can often tell when this is the case). He's not a show off, really, but he does value the insight that comparative analyzing can give regarding one's own potential for growth and such. Growing up as the youngest, it's only natural that he should end up being the sort who measures himself against others- he always had two people who were faster, stronger, and older to compare himself to. He's very straightforward about competing against people as well, most of the time. Of course, he's generally straightforward about everything. It's been mentioned that he isn't one for foul play or sneaky tactics, and the same goes for common deceit and dancing around subjects. He is, in practical situations, honest and direct about things. He doesn't like those who are otherwise, to be honest. Those things aside, he obviously isn't going to be a shining pinnacle of honesty if captured by the enemy and interrogated for information. He just doesn't lie to those he respects, likes, or works with. Not usually, anyway.

Frankly, Landon is more of a follower than a leader. If given the proper instructions, he is a force to be reckoned with, because he can do anything he is told to do. Unfortunately, the young man is not particularly creative himself, and therefore might not be quite enough to finish a job on his own. He's intelligent, of course, but when it comes down to it, he works best when guidelines have been set for him. In fact, he can be quite a martinet at times, following rules and such so strictly that it is annoying for other people. While he isn't exactly going to be able to follow everything to a T, he does what he can in order to keep in line with rules and values and the like. When the enemy can look innocent at times, holds the same face and emotions as the people he strives to protect, rules and such give Landon the consistency to be confident in his actions. If he is constantly flexing and breaking such things, everything will begin to feel so unreasonable, and he might doubt what he has been taught to do for the entirety of his life. Of course, on a different note, there aren't always clear rules or guidelines in things like romance, and while he can carry on a conversation as well, Landon has never exactly been the sort who can easily flirt with other people. He just can't. So, honestly, expect no romantic talent from him- if he's interested in someone, they'll know, but it will hardly be tactful or tempting in any way. Probably.

Intelligent || Defensive || Honorable || Family-Oriented || Loyalty || Competitive || Straightforward || Romantically Awkward || Stickler For Rules






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Place of Origin
Landon was born in Seattle, but his family spent a lot of time traveling. Still, they always ended up back in Seattle at some point or another between their travels, so they kept an apartment there for the entirety of his life.

History
Landon was born the third and final child to the Seymour family, a family which had been members of the Cacciotori for generations. While his parents did both have degrees and day jobs, these jobs were minimal effort for them in order to preserve energy for the nights, when they would join other Cacciotori in the area to hunt for those creatures which posed a threat against the human race: immortals. It's only natural that he grew up with stories of creatures like vampires and werewolves, but these stories were told more gravely to the young boy than they were to other children who were hearing them from parents who were ignorant to the reality of things. Children tend to know that things are real, and lose that knowledge as they grow older. This was not true of a family in which the parents knew with certainty the actuality of the stories, more warnings than anything else, that they told their children before bed.

So, as was natural for children of a family with such a history, Landon was started in various means of training very early on in his life, like his elder brothers before him. In fact, having elder brothers, one five years and the other three years his senior, motivated him to work harder, because he wanted to be able to do it just as the 'big kids do'. Such drives were not lost simply due to an unconventional childhood. In many ways, his childhood might have been more normal than that of other hunters, who were homeschooled or kept out of normal society to devote themselves to their training. His parents believed in integration to normal culture as well as Cacciatori culture, and so, when their sons reached the age at which they could be trusted not to expose themselves, enrolled the boys into school. They often missed school for various reasons, as they grew older, but they were not deprived this experience.

Landon did relatively well in school, where he was valued for his ability to surpass others in sports (though unable to provide valid reasons when, later in his school career, asked how he did so well). However, he often preferred those frequent trips his parents would take, to France or Italy usually, when he was old enough to be taken with the rest of his family for journeys to the home of the Cacciotori, or for particularly large-scale exterminations that required extra reinforcements. His family put great importance over family and tradition, and this was strengthened when the family fought together, looking out for each other's backs before their own. It wasn't uncommon for them to take trips simply to visit sites of significance for their ancestry and such. Through this, Landon began to develop a love for history, even going so far as to have a secret dream for being a history teacher. A dream his parents likely would have accepted, but he hid for fear of being teased by his brothers.

The young man did not go on the hunt by himself until he was around sixteen, and at first it was a difficult experience for him, who had grown accustomed to working in a team that ran like a well-oiled machine. After a while, he began to develop, though he never really gained the skill for improvisation and such that others might. His family was a collectivist one that relied more on strategy than thinking on one's feet, and the method had never failed him enough to prompt the young man to realign his thinking processes. When he was eighteen, Landon was sent by his family to Rose city for a mission, as the others were currently busy. When he returned, it was to find that his parents and his eldest brother had been murdered by a vampire, inspiring a particular hatred for them. He lost his head a bit seeking revenge, and inadvertently murdered an innocent, mistaking them for the vampire thanks to that particular vampire's power of changing their appearance. This experience taught him to keep his cool in the face of loss as much as possible, and continues to plague him with nightmares.

Ultimately, he and his brother went separate ways as far as work went, his brother becoming a lone hunter and he returning to Rose City, where he began working with the area's local branch of the Cacciotori against a particularly disturbing amount of immortals in the area.

So begins...

Landon Seymour's Story

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




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





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

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

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

And they would pay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gott kvöld, elskan. Engin hvutti passar dag?”, he teased as he handed her the glass of blood and watched her mix it with the wine. “GefĂ°u hvolpinum um tuttugu mĂ­nĂștur eĂ°a svo. Hann verĂ°ur hĂ©r.” She took a long sip before leaning back against the counter. “Fara ĂĄ undan og höfuĂ° Ășt til RĂłmar til aĂ° kĂ­kja ĂĄ viĂ°skiptavini okkar. Hittumst ĂŸar sĂ­Ă°ar.”

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




Translations (In order of dialogue)

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



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