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Lucian Tchaikova

"Oh what sweet nectar you possess, my dear."

0 · 845 views · located in Cherry Blossom, Washington

a character in “Cherry Blossom's War -Reboot-”, as played by mjolnir

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"I've found the fountain of youth and I intend to drink every drop of it from you."
- Lucian Tchaikova




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n i c k n a m e s x // x luca , luke , lord

a c t u a l x a g e x // xfour hundred and eighty-nine

p h y s i c a l x a g e x // xtwenty-nine

g e n d e r x // xmale

s e x u a l i t y x // xheterosexual

o r i g i n x // xtransylvania

s p e c i e s x // xvampire






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x6 ' 3 "

w e i g h t x // x210 lbs

h a i r x // xLucian has an average short length hair for a male that is raven black. He keeps himself clean shaved at all times and his hair is always perfectly coiffed.

e y e s x // xHis eyes are a deep chocolate brown but in certain lighting they can come off a dark green or rich golden yellow. When he is about to feed or in need of blood his eyes either become completely black or a deep crimson red.

o d d i t i e s x // xLucian does not have much in the realm of unique body formalities. Being a vampire all his wounds heal at an increased rate without scarring. The one mark that he does possess is a tattoo sleeve. An intricate design that almost laughs at the myths and preconceived notions behind vampires. It even goes so far as to have crosses permanently inked into his skin. The design has many siginificant meanings to Lucian personally but he will never divulge its meaning and let others believe what they will.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xHe is never one to dress than what he finds to be in a gentlemanly fashion. Part of the hunt is the art of seduction but doing it in a way that seems effortless. So he prides himself in always appearing in his best form. More formal attire makes him look respectable and sophisticated. But even underneath his classy clothing his body is in perfect condition. His strong, muscular and chiseled in ways that would make most men envious.






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P E R S O N A L I T Y
x charming xx cold xx snide xx hot headed x


Lucian has had many years to perfect the art of seduction. Vampires have a natural sexual appeal and allure about them they is a magnetism for others of any gender or sexual orientation. But even before his transformation he always seemed to have a way at charming others with ease. Between his obvious attractiveness and mannerisms he already had the physicality. But he knows how to say and do the right things, his words flowing from his lips like velvet. He's perfected the art of reading others to know what to do and how to do it to woo them.

But this charm is more often than not a facade. If someone were to garner his attention then it would be true and effortless but it takes a special breed to catch his attention. In reality he is a quite cold person who rarely if at all opens up to others and allows them to get close to him. He's been said to come off heartless and even emotionless at times. Deep down he has been know to care but he'd never let that become evident because love and compassion are weakness.

Lucian is a sarcastic person and even has been known to have quite a good sense of humor. But because of his coldness it comes off more snide than comedic. His comments can come off rude and even offensive for those whom are not used to his more sadistic sense of humor. This can be off putting towards others, especially when paired with his short temper. This is no surprise for a vampire to be quick to anger but alas, Lucian is just that. When someone questions his judgment or turns against him he does not tolerate it by any means.






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H I S T O R Y

Lucian wishes he could remember what his life was like before he changed or even how it happened and who did it. But his earliest memory is waking up in his new life, is waking up in the rat infested sewers with insatiable thirst. It was rumored that his was turned by none other than the vampire Lestat but there is no proof to agree or disagree with this measure. It was a rough start to a new life, rediscovering who you are without any guidance or previous leadership to follow. It took no time for him to ravage his way across Europe garnering a name for himself while also a bad reputation. In no time many hunters, werewolves and witches alike were on his trail wanting the glory of his death for their own.

When more and more people traveled to the new world, Lucian took the chance to travel across the world and leave behind his previous reputation. He was never one to want a clean slate or care too much about his past but he was sloppy and undignified. It isn't the fact that he killed but that he was caught doing it and lead people straight too him. With years of practice under his belt he could move on, start a new and live like a god. He wouldn't be caught, wouldn't be stopped and could truly get his fill of all his thirsts.

Lucian eventually migrated his way across America until he settled upon Cherry Blossom many years after his arrival. Another rumor was heard that he came to America because he lost a love but no such thing happened. Lucian has never felt love which may explain why his coldness only seems to grow. He found himself drawn to the town because of the abundance of supernatural beings within such a small area. Although most would discourage him from remaining in a town so heavily populated with not only witches but werewolves like but it was such a thing that intrigued him the most. If he desired to live a dull life without the fear of death he could do so easily but a town like that would keep him on his toes and keep the thrill of life within him.

a b i l i t y // Lucian is telepathic through physical touch. When he is not in physical contact he does have an ease with reading people through mannerisms and whatever else but those are more of just feelings while through touch it is like an internal monologue. He can also read into thoughts from the past but the farthest he can go back is 24 hours, anything beyond that is untouchable.





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So begins...

Lucian Tchaikova's Story

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Lilly Smith

The moon was just coming up, you couldn't see it just yet but Lilly could feel it. It wasn't quite a full moon but it was close. She spent all day training, she didn't want to be bothered today. For her it was the anniversary of her brothers never speaking to her kindly again. For other werewolves it was the same, families broken to shreds, friendships shattered. For the vampires it was a semi-glorious day, with the packs on the cusp of war they had opportunities to invade the town. For the humans it was just another day.

Taking a break from her running she sat at the edge of a small creek and watched the fish swim by. She let her mind go blank, something she never does. It was nice to have a few minutes without a care int he world. Lucky fish. You only have to worry about not dying and reproducing With a heavy sigh she stood, whipped off her jean shorts and began running her way pack to the pack house.

Not only was this a sad day but a happy one. She had become Alpha on this day and she worked hard for it. It was a time for grief and celebration. She ran faster, her breathing not affected at all. She wasn't much for celebration but some of the pack members came up with the idea and she didn't want to be a downer. She made it to the pack house and there was music already playing. More people had shown up than she thought, she slowed to a stop and walked the rest of the way to the door. Before she could open it Hanna, an omega, opened the door with a huge smile. "The guest of honor has arrived!" the girl yelled over the music causing everyone to yell in return. She was already regretting this.




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Vivian Greenwood
In her usual spot, at the only diner in town. Anyone who worked there pretty much knew her, knew what she was going to order, and knew when she would come in. They pretty much knew her routine, so much so that that night her order was already at her usual table. She turned to the waitress behind the counter and smiled, "I had to make a darling couple move tables to make room for ya, sweetheart." The woman said in a southern accent. Vivian had known the woman since she arrived in town, she half expected her accent to be gone by now but she grew to enjoy it. She sat the booth and scooted close to the window so she was sitting diagonally and pulled out her book she recently bought from the bookstore.

She opened the book and took out the marker setting it on the table and began reading. She didn't bother touching her food and no one bothered asking her if she still wanted it. She would spend so long reading before she even touched her food. Once she sat there for exactly 4 hours and twenty-five minutes just reading, her food untouched, the waitresses had made a bet to see how long it would take her to even look at the food.




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Julie Sinclair
Julie had slept all day, something she normally does when the sun is out. Some people would just watch tv or movies but Julie doesn't even own a tv. She doesn't like the new technology being born hundreds of years ago. The only thing 'new' that she has is a cellphone but it is the most basic phone, she only got it so she could keep in touch with the others int he coven and some friends and her boss. Tonight she had to work, she was a stripper and she was the clubs most popular dancer besides the youngest girl there because some guys are perverts. Unfortunately, the sun was still up so she would still have to wait in her apartment.

Once the sun was gone she was free to roam the town, this was one of the only bad thing about being a vampire and she hated it. She got dressed and was on her way. Normally on her way to work she dressed in normal clothes jeans and t shirts but tonight she felt a little racy so instead she wore a plain black mini dress and heels. She liked to stir up trouble in town especially with the women who hated her and what she did for a living, it was her daily joy in life besides murdering witches and drinking from humans.

She got to work, late which her boss wasn't happy about but she didn't care. He didn't yell at her like he would have done with the other girl because she was not the type to take his shit plus she was popular so she got a little more leeway. She made her way to the dressing room waving hello to the bartender and a few of her work friends. The club was packed tonight which was nice for her and the girls. She liked when it was packed, about half her customers wanted private dances and that was when she would drink from them. She didn't kill them because that would give her away but some have had to go to the hospital from her drinking a little too much.

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Character Portrait: Willow Octavia Sanders Character Portrait: Ronan Matthews Character Portrait: Edmund Markus Bales Character Portrait: Daniel Warren Character Portrait: Lucian Tchaikova
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Willow groaned as she slowly woke up in her tiny studio apartment. Very glamorous for a pack Alpha. But it keeps her more under the radar than living in a fancy house in a small town like Cherry Blossom. Plus, she was rarely in it other than sleeping or showering, and that's if she slept alone. She rolled over in the plush bed, holding the fleece blanket up to her face as she squinted. She looked at the clock. 6:23pm. Damn, over slept. She always slept during the day. She tended to feel more alive at night. Plus vampires can't be out in the sunlight so she always figured it'd be best if she slept when the sun was out and was awake while those blood suckers were awake.

Will didn't want to get out of bed if she didn't have to. So she grabbed her cellphone and the first thing she did before checking messages or missed calls was see what time sunset was at... 8:47pm. So she could technically go back to sleep but after flipping through her texts she wouldn't. She cursed under breath remembering the unofficial meeting. She groaned as she buried her face in a pillow. Today was the anniversary of everything and she wanted nothing more to stay inside. But she also knew that on this day the others wolves would be slacking and it was up to them to pick up the slack on the vamp slayage.

After laying around lazily in bed for about another 20 minutes, playing stupid games on her phone, Will finally dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. She spent at least a good half and hour in the warm water trying to wake herself up and prepare for another night. If Will was never practical. Even though they were hunting, she still felt the need to hunt for other things as well. That was her style. Will tore through half of her closet before she found an good enough outfit. It probably took her double the time it took to get an outfit, to do her hair and makeup. After all, she never knew who she could run into out and about. Always had to look her best.

Willow headed out of her tiny apartment and down the stairs to where she parked her motorcycle. She pursed her lips contemplating if she should just walk. After all, she wasn't particularly dressed to be straddling a machine. But she also was wearing even less appropriate foot wear. So, she threw a leg over the bike, gave the engine a couple revs and was off.

When she reached Markus' house, Willow parked her bike in the drive way before heading up the porch. She didn't bother knocking because she honestly spent more time in his house than her own. Will smiled towards him as she entered. She took a seat next to him, crossing her legs. "How's my favorite person doing? Ready for some action?" Will then held up her hands teasingly, "Calm down, not that kind of action."

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Lucian spent the majority of his day like he spent every other day, locked in the basement. He sometimes hated how much he was a cliche when it came to vampirism. Whenever there was daylight, he was reading by the fireplace. Surprisingly for his numerous years of life, he still finds new books that he hasn't yet read. Of course, the classic have been all consumed. And Lucian used Twilight as fire tinder before getting through the first chapter.

He glanced down at his watch habitually until it was officially sunset. As if clockwork, he finished that day's read on the dot. Lucian got up and placed the book in it's home on the newest bookshelf added to his own library. His home was basically just a quaint museum filled to the bursting point with books in every language that range back to before he even graced the earth. It was a hobby to keep him going. A vampire's life always seemed to crawl past and also go unbelievably fast in the same breath. But either way it was never easy alone. Sure he had his coven... But that's far from a partner or lover. He didn't even remember what love was and often times he felt like it was a myth much like himself.

With a sigh he decided to shower and shave like he did every day at dusk. After getting dressed, Lucian headed out of his house. With no destination or plan in mind, he slid his hands in the pockets of his trousers and strolled the streets. For such a small town, it always surprised him how Cherry Blossom never seemed to sleep. A suburban New York. It was good for his kind, low key. One of the many reasons he decided to take up residence here every 50 years or so.

It seemed everywhere he walked, Lucian could feel the gazes on him. But he paid them no mind. After all, what could these petty blood bags do to him? Blink in his direction? Pathetic. In the centuries he's been on this hopeless planet, he's realized the growing weakness of the humans. They become more and more accepting. They in turn become scared little mice at rumors instead of acting on them. 300 years ago he would have been lynched, chased out of the village by an angry mob or beheaded and burned. Now all he has to fear is a whisper and stink eye. So terrifying.

Through his mindless walk, he ended up somewhere he happened to regular quite often. The bookstore. Lucian pushed open the door and stepped in. His gaze shifted towards the two, barely men, that were the only occupants in the store. He scanned the store briefly then looked back towards them again. "Anything new since last time I was in?" He walked up to a best sellers aisle. Read it. Read it. Horrible. Tolerable. Not even literature." He scoffed when he saw Twilight and 50 shades of shit on the shelves. "Of substance... Not... Whatever that is." He waved his hand dismissively at the shitty romance novels of the decade.

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"Well Alek, I think your heart stopped because I'm so drop dead gorgeous." Ronan laughed at Daniel's comment giving him a small smirk. "Mhm, you're right. You better be careful about that face of yours Warren, you'll kill someone". This was the normal flirty conversation that Ronan and Daniel had always found themselves having. Charles always teased the two about it but nothing ever happened. It bothered Ronan, but he never really said anything. Before he had developed feelings for Daniel, they were best friends and he didn't want to lose that.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after your shift. We could probably go get some pizza or something. Probably get a box, and go back to my place and watch something. Grams doesn't get back till like later."

Ronan nodded, that idea seemed lovely. Considering his day had been boring, a chance to get out and do something with Daniel seemed much better than babysitting the books. "Of course! Jane should be here in about ten minutes to take over, if you're up for waiting. I cannot even express how good an obnoxiously greasy slice of Napoli's pizza sounds". Ronan opened his mouth again to ask Daniel about his day when the door bell chimed, again.

The room seemed to drop nearly ten degrees as Ronan turned to face Lucian Tchaikova as he lazily entered the store scanning the shelves. Ronan had never liked the man, there always seemed to be something off about him. However, a customer was a customer.

"Anything new since last time I was in? Of substance... Not... Whatever that is."

Ronan turned back to Daniel giving him a, 'one moment' look and rounded the shelf over to Lucian. "Nothing that you'd like in particular Mr. Tchaikova. We did get Harper Lee's new novel in a couple days ago, I can go get it from the back if you'd like me to. We weren't going to put it on the shelves till next week, but let's just say a favor for a, frequent customer" He flashed a smile he had practiced so many times giving to college scouts when they asked about track, not necessarily fake... just rehearsed.

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Character Portrait: Charles A. Greyson Character Portrait: Julie Sinclair Character Portrait: Lucian Tchaikova Character Portrait: Brooklyn Simmons. Character Portrait: Vivian Greenwood Character Portrait: Rafael Lopez
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Julie tuned everything out, except the music. She loved what she did but at the same time if it wasn't a private dance it was pretty dull for her. On normal busy day she would have at least 10 private dances lined up before she even got there. Being on a stage with two other girls was sort of a competition they they couldn't win. It wasn't meant to be but with woman it always was. After a couple of hours she caught a whiff of something familiar and something she usually didn't smell in the club...a werewolf. She didn't have time to pin point his location since she had a couple of private dances coming up so she strut off the stage and into the dressing room stopping and flirting with half-drunken guys on the way.

She sat in her chair in front of her mirror and began touching up her makeup. She watched girls come and go through the mirror. She wasn't really friends with any of them and most were afraid of her, most people in town were. The only person who wasn't afraid of her was her friend, Alanna. Well they weren't close friends but they were friends. Finishing her make up she made her way to her first private dance. She got through the first couple of dances with no problems. She opened the door to the next room, everything in the room war either red or black. Julie felt it was tacky but it wasn't her club.

A man was sitting on the couch, arms resting behind his head. He didn't have much of an expression on his face. Julie had never seen him in the club before, this alone put her on the edge not to mention he smelled of that wolf. She figured he just smelled like that because that wolf was in the club. Plus who would think one of them would actually want to be in a room alone with a vampire. She wasn't even sure he was a werewolf and if he was, he couldn't be 100% sure she was a vampire. She moved towards him swaying her hips, showing off her curves. When she reached him she sat on his lap and smiled. "I've never seen you around here. You new in town?"

He smiled but stayed quiet as he scanned his eyes down her body. He moved his hands down her body slowly until they reached their destination, her waist. Finally, he spoke "Not really. I've lived here all my life but entering a place like this was never my thing." Julie smiled, "Strippers aren't really my thing..." He moved his hand to her neck and squeezed, "But neither are vampires." Shit! He was the wolf, without hesitating she but him in the head hitting him square in the nose. He let go of her and she raced for the door. Unfortunately, her head butt didn't buy her enough time to escape. Within the next second he caught a hold of her hair and yanked causing her to crash to the ground. She quickly recovered and got to her feet. They stood, staring at each other waiting for the other to make the next move when he finally did. He bolted toward her so fast she barely had enough time to brace herself. They collided knocking them both to the ground with him on top of her. He pinned her and bared his teeth at her, snapping at her neck but missed. She tucked her legs between their bodies and pushed , throwing him across the room. She knew, as well as almost every mythical creature, what happened to a vampire when bitten by a dog. She jumped to her feet and threw off her heels, picking them up she rushed toward him. Her heels dug into his chest, missing his heart. This only angered him more, if he wasn't angry enough. He raised his hand and smacked her across the face, throwing her across the room and pulled her heels out his chest.

She knew wolves didn't heel as quickly as vampires, they needed rest and time . She didn't waste any time recovering and rushing back at him. She forced her thumbs into his open wounds causing him to scream in pain and his knees to buckle underneath him. She bared her teeth and sunk her teeth into his neck. He fell to the ground she she smirked whipping the blood off her lips. She searched the room for her phone and when she found it she turned to the wolf, "Good luck finding a witch in this town!" With that she left the room and closed the door behind her. Surprisingly no one in the club heard the fight. She made her way to the dressing room, ignoring everyone in her path, and began packing her things. Her boss came in looking for her. "You can't leave yet! You still have two more dances to do, plus your shift still isn't over!" She took her purse off the back of her chair and turned to her boss. "Fuck off!" She yelled and brushed passed him and out the club. She dialed Lucian's number as she walked.


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Lilly took the glass and smiled as she took a drink from it. It was perfectly made, Serena was an alcoholic genius. "If that's your way of asking me if I'm having fun and playing nice well then... Lilly watched her friend take a shot before she finished with a simple, No. They stared at each other, Lilly waiting for Serena to show she was just being her sassy self. Which she was, Serena smirked and Lilly chuckled. She loved her friends sass, it was one of the reasons they became friends.

"Having fun dealing with all the usual people as well as all pups in the pack? While they're drunk no less..."[i] "It isn't as bad as I thought it would be, and if I don't think about what [i]they are celebrating I can think of it as just another party. "Wait, where the hell is Roman... He usually would have been back here to annoy me by now...Not that I'm complaining. Just usually when he's not bugging me he's causing some other problem." Lilly looked around and shrugged. She wasn't actually surprised he wasn't there, he's usually late to this sort of thing. "Probably late. I'd like to hear the excuse for this one. And he was bringing chips." She took the last big gulp of her beverage and set the glass on the counter.

She was right, if Roman wasn't with either of them he was most likely causing trouble or just mildly annoying someone. Lilly and Roman had been childhood friends until he moved out of town. It left her feeling lonely and abandoned. She never really got over that. When he came back, she had been friends with Serena but it was like he never left. When she became Alpha and it came time for her to choose her Beta she chose Serena. She knows how he feels about it and no matter how much she explains her decision he will never feel any different. After that Serena and Roman didn't get along much, they tolerate each other for Lilly's sake but otherwise they wouldn't even look at each other. She wasn't too upset that he was late besides the fact that he was supposed to be a sort of buffer so she wouldn't have to talk about the splitting of the pack. She sat watching Serena make drink after drink and setting them aside for whomever wanted them.

"The chips have arrived!" Finally he'd arrived, she didn't turn to greet him at the door since she was sure he would find her. She watched him scribble his name onto the six pack and open a bottle before he turned to her, "So which excuse story do you want to hear-- the one with the raccoon or the one where an elderly woman hit me?" Lilly smirked looking towards Serena then back at him, "I would love to hear how an elderly woman beat your ass."



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Just after Charles greeted Rafael, which she wasn’t sure if it was genuine or if he was just being polite, she heard another voice "Guys! Hey!". Brooklyn was another coven member, she and Charles were really close. She and Brooklyn weren’t that close but the fact that they were in the same coven made then friends. Vivian smiled as Brooklyn jumped into Charles lap. The coven was like a family, each witch left their birth families to create their own family. This is what makes a coven so powerful and why if there is one member missing they aren't as strong. Even if some witches didn’t get along their bond still made them family and all family have problems.

”Things are great. I got a new book for the week, it’s a good book.” She said smiling. She took the last bite of her sandwich. It seemed that everyone she knew in town got either bored or hungry at the same time because not but five minutes later she felt someone else sit next to her. It startled her at first until she turned to see Gerald, her best friend. They had been friends since she first moved to town. She reached around him and hugged him.

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Markus growled at her flirtatious and apparently unwanted greeting. Nothing new in Willow’s opinion. It was always hot and cold between them, and there was nothing she enjoyed more than ruffling some feathers… er, fur. Markus knew it was all in good fun and just the way she was. The one thing Will never did, was pretend to be anything other than herself.

“Tolerant of the latest puppy-sitting, but well enough. You?”

Will chuckled slightly, crossing her legs. “I’m itching to get out… Where is everyone? I never get her before the rest of the pack.” She sighed. She then sat upright, resting her elbows on her knees. She leaned closer to markus, speaking in a hushed tone. “I smelled new blood today… Not coldies, but wolf.”

Willow was restless moving from sitting up, to leaning back, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Eventually she shot up and looked down at Markus. “Ok, well I can’t sit around like this. Makes me stir crazy. I’m going to go prowl, maybe hunt down this new blood.”

She always had her phone on her, so it wasn’t like it’d be difficult for anyone else in the pack to find her or sniff her out. Willow headed towards the door, opening it but stopping in the doorway. She rested her right hand against the door frame, glancing over her shoulder at him. “Oh, come on. You know you’re as tired of being cooped up in here as I am.” She didn’t wait for him to stand up or reply. Markus was his own person, and she wouldn’t force him to go walking around the small and boring town of Cherry Blossom. She figured if he wanted to join, he’d be on her heels in no time.

Will strutted down the sidewalk. The sideways glances from those she passed always made her laugh. She wondered what the rumors were. She had heard on more than one occasion that everyone thought she had a more vampiric “air” about her rather than wolf. If anything, she just played it up. Of course, her scent would give it away but it’s easier to get behind enemy lines when you at least look the part.

When she turned the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks. A breeze blew in her direction, sending a scent from someone ahead of her right at her. That was the smell, the new blood. It was a wolf, no doubt. But the scent was unlike others, it was musky but in a delightful and warming sort of way. Her gaze scanned the approaching people as her pace quickened, pushing her way past people. No. No. Hell no. Is that person even human? And then she stopped.

A dozen or so feet ahead of her a male approached, the scent only growing stronger. Everything about him was triggering her primal instincts. His scent, his appearance… It called to her. He was handsome, in a surreal sort of way. His dark hair was curly and unruly, but perfect for his face. His 5 o’clock shadow only seemed to add to his rugged appeal. And as if to make matters worse, he dressed like a bad boy too.

Willow hadn’t noticed she was still moving towards him, until she stopped maybe a foot in front of him. “You…” She pointed her index finger at him, in sort of a dazed trance. After a moment or two, she blinked her eyes rapidly, before brushing her blonde waves from her face. “You’re new… You’re scent… I’ve never smelled anything like it. It’s… intoxicating, Will sounded blind sided and like an idiot. She cleared her throat, and extended her right hand towards him. “I’m Willow… Willow Sanders. But you may call me whatever you’d like.”

***

“Nothing that you’d like in particular Mr. Tchaikova. We did get Harper Lee’s new novel in a couple days ago, I can go get it from the back if you’d like me to. We weren’t going to put it on the shelves till next week, but let’s just say a favor for a frequent customer.”

Lucian gave a cold chuckle, rolling his eyes at the smile that obviously was not the most sincere. But, whomever gave him a true smile? No one. “Harper Lee is overrated. To Kill a Mockingbird is barely a decent piece of literature. Reviews say that this new book is a sad excuse for a sequel.”

He paced around the store, his hands cupped behind his back as he scanned the shelves. Nothing new. Nearly everything he’s read. He stopped before the theology section. Religions always interested him. People’s meanings they put behind the world… Gods, the force or whatever else. They all believed there is meaning behind everything, that everything happened for a reason.

Lucian was about to leave when a book on witchcraft in the 21st century caught his attention. He had heard the rumors of witches in the area. If they were true or not, he did not know. But something like this could potentially prove helpful or interesting.

He grabbed the book and walked over to the counter. He set it down, before reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his platinum credit card. When Lucian’s gaze met Ronan’s, he attempted his best shot at a joking tone. “Looks more interesting than Twilight.”

After paying, Lucian headed out of the book store. He wasn’t even down the steps when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He growled. Lucian hated cellphones and most modern technology. It made everyone become so impersonal. When he saw Julie’s name on the screen, he sighed and brought his phone to his ear. “Please tell me you’re not getting in trouble already. The night has barely begun.”