Description

Name
"I've gone by many, but this is the original."
Mariette Bianca Le'Rouge

Nickname
"I suppose this depends on who's inquiring."
Over her years, Mariette has gone by various aliases, but she prefers Mariette, though she'll answer to any name, so long as she considers the person calling her worth listening to.

Age
"Yes, I am a bit young for a coven leader. And?"
Although she holds the appearance of a woman around twenty-five, Mariette is over a century old, coming in at about 125 years old.

Race
"I can show you, if you like."
Mariette is a vampire- and a relatively powerful one at that.

Powers
"It's not very clever to lay down one's cards like that."
Other than the normal Vampiric abilities of accelerated regeneration, and her gift of Immortality, Mariette has the ability to absorb the properties, for a limited period of time, of nonliving materials. She can touch a diamond and have nearly invulnerable skin, or touch rubber and be able to limit the effects of electric shocks on herself. Other than this, she is Cryokinetic- able to control ice. The rareness of having two abilities is what allows her to, despite being younger than several of her coven members, still keep a grip on her spot at the top- for now.

Sexuality
"Curious, aren't you?"
Pansexual

Likes
Control || Hot Tea || Knowledge || Challenges || Sarcasm || Obedience || Wit || Winning || Sex || Dim Lighting || The Cello || Heights || Adaptation || Marksmanship || Fencing || Pasta || Loyalty || Fast Cars || Dark Clothing || Usefulness || Chases || Respect || Instrumental Music || Experimentation || Chess || Confidence || Ice Cream || Dark Lipstick || Cigarettes || Backup Plans || Debate || Constructive Input || Intelligence || Security

Dislikes
Foolishness || God Complexes || Luck || Religion || Helplessness || Being Outsmarted || Those who can't grow || Dubstep || Television || People Threatening Her Sister || Werewolves || Ignorance || Cold Drinks || Bubblegum || Summer Rain || Dogs || Unworthy Opponents || Satisfaction || Being Woken Up || Romance Novels || Uncertainty || Failing || Betrayal || Discourteous Behavior || Sluggishness || Excuses || Clumsiness

Fears
Passivity - Mariette has seen immortals who distanced themselves so much from the world that they became hardly alive, seeming to do naught but watch others, collecting dust. The concept of resorting to such a thing herself is quite terrifying for Mariette, though it may not seem horrifying to others.
Losing Her Sister - In all honesty, there are times where Mariette acts as though her sister is just another member of the coven. In actuality, though, Genevieve is all that she has left of her human life, and she would slaughter anyone who touches a hair on the girl's head. She's been doing this for the past century.
Being Helpless - There is a reason for Mariette constantly pushing herself to be stronger, or for her keeping such a tight grip on her place of power, and it has everything to do with a fear for the alternative to being in control. She doesn't like the feeling of being dependent on others, or having to watch atrocities and being unable to do anything about them. She'll do quite a lot to avoid it.

Dreams
Mariette doesn't often come across as the sort of person who thinks much about the far future, too focused on keeping everything together in the present. That being said, everything she's done up until now has been moving towards a dream of living without any sense of fear. She believes control and power to be the way to achieve this dream. Most other things are an after thought or a temporary distraction. She's not horribly sentimental, really.

Secrets
Viewing it as a circumstance of vulnerability in herself, Mariette doesn't talk about the way in which she was changed to a vampire- which happened after she was kidnapped, assaulted, and nearly killed. They thought they had killed her, anyway. She also keeps secret the affection she feels for her sister, not wanting people to use her only remaining family as a tool against her, and hurt Genevieve in the process. Mariette also hides the fact that she has a contingency plan for every member of her coven, because that might be considered a step too far in the ways of not trusting them completely. The amount of people she has killed is also kept tightly under wraps, because it is a sizable amount that she, for all her cynicism, is hardly proud of. She doesn't trust other people because she knows that she's got a good deal of blood on her own hands.

Personality
Mariette has been around for long enough to witness quite a bit of death, betrayal, and atrocities. She's got quite a bit of red on her own ledger, in fact, though no one knows exactly how much, whether the rumors are exaggerated or downplaying, except for the girl herself. Over a century of vampirism and immortality has taught her that the world is hardly a pretty place, though it can be very beautiful. Still, for all of the beautiful scenes, she perceives there to be three more terrible ones. Basically, Mariette is something of a cynic, and therefore always seems to be skeptic of any good to come her way. She very rarely trusts people, but she keeps those whom she does trust at arm's reach at all times. It can be hard to tell when she has let someone in, or decided to trust them, because she doesn't always make it obvious. Those who know her, however, might notice a slightly more relaxed air, or a less controlled manner. Still, very few can boast of her trust, and most all of them are within her coven. Just as she distrusts people, the girl doesn't trust anything that seems to. . .good, or perfect. If there aren't consequences, she is immediately on her guard, rather than lulled into a sense of security. The world doesn't just hand out gifts, as far as she's concerned. This perhaps is why she is a firm believer that there is no such thing as luck- only skill and timing. She sees luck as something for people who are willing to accept silly reasons for their misfortunes or successes, not for someone like herself. Anything she achieves can be explained through sweat, blood, and intelligence. Anything she fails at is just as easily understood through moments not on her guard, or poor timing, or not quite being at that level.

As far as that goes, Mariette does not believe in forces outside of people and nature. She is a humanist, so to speak, believing that things come from people, not from some deity in the sky. It suits her to not believe in a god, because she would certainly not be walking to heaven if such a thing existed. Regardless of this, she holds people accountable for both their wins and losses, not the whims of some greater force. While this means that she almost always acknowledges when someone has done something praiseworthy, it also leads to an expectation that people take full responsibility for their actions. She simply doesn't have time for those who would try and excuse away their own incompetence- and that includes herself. If she fails once, the girl follows up by practicing it fifty times. She expects more of herself than from her peers, her coven, and thus works herself to be bone at times- not that one would guess it, because she likes to keep her own training on the down low, for it gives the image of vulnerability that she simply cannot tolerate from herself. She's seen enough people persecuted for meaningless reasons to allow enough vulnerability from herself to make it seem as though she can be used as a target. To those outside her coven, and even some within it, the girl is a steel wall with an edge of sarcasm, but hardly flesh and blood. And that's exactly how she likes it, and is what she works to maintain- even if it means working when everyone is asleep. She's never been big on sleeping, anyway.

If her expression is one of steel, melding only at her command, then her tongue is diamond- capable of cutting through almost anything. The girl was a bit snarky when she was human, but years have given her a tongue like a knife, and one that she is certainly unafraid of using. Mariette is a sarcastic sort of person, to the point where she seems to never speak with complete frankness, restricting herself almost entirely to sarcasm. She finds it difficult to get along with those who don't use, or at least understand, sarcasm, viewing them as either dull or suspicious. She, thus, prefers those with whom she can go back and forth, conveying her meaning without every saying a genuine word. She's got the wit to keep up with such banter, and has spoken with some of the sharpest minds of the past century through her travels. She's been humbled before masters of irony and sarcasm, and has grown better for it. Basically, one must be confident in their ability to go back and forth if they want to engage her in a decent conversation. That being said, those who can equal or best her are that much closer to gaining her favor. She values wit and the ability to think on one's feet above all else. The girl isn't against flirting, given these things- it is the perfect situation in which to stretch a slightly less hostile wit, after all, and is an excellent way of getting a feel for those around her. In fact, she can be quite flirtatious at times- usually when she's trying to accomplish something, or perhaps relieve stress.

A recurring theme with Mariette is her fear of being vulnerable or helpless. She's the 'once bitten, always shy' sort of person, and after a few incidents when she was human, ultimately leading up to her involuntarily becoming a vampire, she has been avoiding any situations in which she might be at the mercy of others like the plague. This fear has made her somewhat controlling, though it doesn't quite reach the line of control freak. She likes to know whats going on around her at all times, and hasn't been a fan of surprises in a very long time, even in the case of very good ones. The girl doesn't necessarily track people, or freak out if one of her coven members stray a bit from a task, but she is not merciful towards people who betray her, or those who exhibit frequent disobedience. It is something up with which she shall not put. The woman seems to have information on everyone in her coven, and while she likes to have people think that this is because she's all-knowing, it's more of a 'put a lot of time into researching every vampire who sets foot in the city' sort of thing. Knowledge is power, and she's trying to gain enough power to use as security. She likely has a contingency plan for everyone that she has ever encountered for extended periods of time. Maybe she's a little bit paranoid- the girl prefers to call it careful.

Mariette has ways of keeping people in check outside of brute force, which she honestly tends to overlook in favor of more subtle tactics. While she lacks her sister's power of manipulation, the girl is still quite good at making people do what she wants without the supernatural ability. It's not nearly as failproof, and she's hardly kept everyone in line with it, but she has an understanding of human nature, at least the darker parts of it, that allows her to nudge at people's fears and desires just enough to ensure that they will remain loyal to her. That's all she wants, really- to feel safe in the knowledge that she is not going to be stabbed in the back by her own peers. Everything she does is for this feeling of safety, though it continues to elude her. Point is, she's got a way with words and body language that can keep people, especially those who don't realize she's doing it, drifting towards her own goals for them. She's clever about it, of course. She's got a decent mind for strategy, after all, developed primarily through experience.

Cynical || Distrusting || Humanist || Skeptic || Hardworking || Guarded || Sarcastic || Witty || Flirtatious || Controlling || Paranoid || Manipulative || Cunning

Place of Origin
Along with her siblings and father, Mariette was born and raised in Lyon, France, during the late 1800s/Early 1900s.

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

Bottom of the River || Delta Rae
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down
A long way down

If you get sleep or if you get none
The cock’s gonna call in the morning baby
Check the cupboard for your daddy’s gun
Red sun rises like an early warning

The Lord’s gonna come for your firstborn son
His hair’s on fire and his heart is burning
So go to the river where the water runs
Wash him deep where the tides are turning

And if you fall, if you fall

Hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down
A long way down

The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
Drunk and driven by a devil’s hunger
Drive your son like a railroad spike
Into the water, let it pull him under

Don’t you lift him, let him drown alive
The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder
Let that fever make the water rise
And let the river run dry

And I said hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it’s a long way down
A long way downGuillotine || YADi
Lay down your swords, lay down your pistols
Call off your dogs, show no resistance
You'll fall like a guillotine, and kneel before the queen
You'll fall like a guillotine, and I will rise

Raise up your walls, tighten your blindfold
(?), hide in a foxhole
You'll fall like a guillotine, and kneel before the queen
You'll fall like a guillotine, and I will rise

I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you say you love me
I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you love me
I can make you love me

Lay down your swords, lay down your pistols
I'll hit your heart from any distance
You fall like a guillotine, and kneel before the queen
You fall like a guillotine, and I will rise

I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you say you love me
I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you love me

Envy and I, darkness and light
Gods can have it all, so why can't I?
Love and desire, life after life
The gods can keep it all, if you'll be mine

And I will rise, and I will rise
And I will rise, and I will rise

I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you say you love me
I don't need blue blood running through my veins because
Like a queen, like a queen, I can make you love me

So begins...

Mariette Le'Rouge's Story

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#2014-01-17 22:37:29, as written by Vix

Tensions 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.

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.

{From Doctor to Alpha}

“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, dovrò 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, terrò 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 è 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 difenderò.” 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 limiterò 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.”

{From Warrior to Diva}

One 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 krækiberries; she used to eat them as a child and the wine they made was simply amazing when mixed with some nice, organic, O positive blood.

Her fingertips trailed along the bottles until she found the right one, plucking it from the shelf and speed off to the “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. “Gefðu hvolpinum um tuttugu mínútur eða svo. Hann verður hér.” She took a long sip before leaning back against the counter. “Fara á undan og höfuð út til Rómar til að kíkja á viðskiptavini okkar. Hittumst þar síðar.”

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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#2014-01-27 01:04:14, as written by Miss Nomer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#2014-01-27 04:13:03, as written by Cloud

As the sun set, the house seemed to wake up. Of course, the vampires were literally waking up, but also members of the pack began to reappear having finished with whatever they had been up to for the day. Standing in the dining room beside Michael, Scar couldn't help but feel content, despite the upcoming appearance of the vampires. Undoubtedly she wouldn't feel quite as happy when the blood suckers were amongst them, at least they had their own wing of the house.
“Vamps dovrebbe essere sempre presto. Gioia.” Michael said. His Italian was perfect, unlike Scar's heavily accented Italian. While Scar's Spanish and English were both fluent, her Italian always had a particular accent that marked it as not her native language.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#2014-01-29 08:12:03, as written by Kohananinja

Leanna Jo Harper

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

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

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

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Darcy

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

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

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#2014-01-30 04:59:49, as written by JokerofSpades

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

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

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

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

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#2014-02-02 18:41:23, as written by Miss Nomer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#2014-02-23 08:52:29, as written by .euphoria.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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