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Roxanne Laroux

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a character in “So Impossibly In Love”, as played by Horseygirl

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"Don't be so quick to trust. People will only fuck you up."




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Nickname
Roxie, but only to those that she actually likes. Which isn't many people

Age
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Gender
Female

Race
French, with a dash of Russian

Face Claim
Anna Speckhart

Species
Born human, just recently turned into a changeling




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Hair Color
Jet black

Eye Color
Ice blue

Skin Tone
Ivory

Height
5'1"

Weight
110lbs

Physical Description
Being from very careful, royal breeding she does have a rather regal appearance. Or... she would, if she wasn't so hellbent on looking nothing like the sweet pretty little princess she was raised to be. Her full red lips are often curled into a seductive grin, her hips having a flirtatious swing. Her eyes are really very lovely, brought out be her dark hair, they are the colour of ice, and often can have the very same effect on people.




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Skills
    Flirting ||
    With a swing of her hips and a bat of her eyes, she can have a man wrapped around her little finger. It's a finely tuned talent, that she loves to use to her advantage.

    Intelligence ||
    Although not many people see this side of her, she is more than just a pretty face. She is a genius, really. She learns new things very quickly and can find the chink in every person's armor and exploit it.

    Dance ||
    Nobody sees this talent anymore, but she is a brilliant dancer. She was one of the most promising young dancers of her day back when she lived in France, before her whole life fell apart.

Habits
    Pushing people away ||
    She's been screwed over so many times, now whenever she feels someone getting close to her she automatically pushes them away or does something destructive to keep herself from getting attached. She's terrified of falling in love again.

    Lip biting ||
    Whenever she's anxious or unsure, she bites her lip. When she's really worked up, she chew the skin on her lip raw.

    Tapping ||
    When she's feeling excited or nervous, she drums her fingers on her thigh.
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[font=avenir light]⌈Likes
    Dogs ||
    Sweets ||
    Freedom ||
    Getting people to bend their will for her ||
    Feeling safe ||
    Flirting ||
    Forgetting ||

Dislikes
    Being forced into things ||
    Needy people ||
    Personal questions ||
    Cats ||
    People thinking they know her ||
    Having to remember who she was ||





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⌈[color=second color]Personality[/color]⌋
Independent | Stubborn | Daring | Broken

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The first thing that people tend to notice about Roxie is just how reckless she is. She doesn't care how much danger she's in- after all, she has nothing to live for. She'll put herself in harm's way, just for the thrill of it. She doesn't care what people think of her, and if someone dares act like they know what's best for her she will often do the opposite just to smite them. She can't stand to be told what to do, and simply won't stand for it. She is incredibly hard headed, and once she has her mind set to something there's no changing her mind.
Not only is she very stubborn, but she's also very wary of people. It takes her a long time to warm up to people, if she does at all. It's hard to blame her, but she shies away from people. She chooses to keep herself in solitary confinement. it's her own personal hell but she's to terrified of having her heart ripped out again that she just separates herself completely. She wants nothing more than a friend, but when people start to get close to her she automatically shoves them away as a gut reaction. She so lonely, but keeps herself isolated out of disdain for not only other people but herself. She doesn't trust herself anymore, after being so stupid and naive over and over again.

Sure, Roxie can be a little stubborn and cold, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know how to have fun. She loves witty banter, and flirting. She parties, drinks, and had mindless sex simply to drown all the sad memories. She seems to love misbehaving. She is quite the flirt. She knows just what to say, and her deep sultry voice draws guys in. It makes her feel wanted- needed. Even if it just for a moment. But in the morning, she's always the fist to go. Chance is the only person she has actually stayed with through the night and not left as soon as she was done.
Deep down, Roxie is just a scared, lonely little girl. Desperate for the warmth of human compassion. She would kill to be close to someone but, again, she's simply too frightened. And nobody has bothered to realize this, or even care. She has been hurt over and over again, yet she still hopes that someone will look past that nonchalant mask she wears, and sees the real her. She is really so tender, and loving once she finally lets someone in. She loves to tease those closest to her, and will tend to their every need. Once she finally lets someone in, she never lets them down. She will go above and beyond, doing anything for them. No matter how many times they hurt her, she will always welcome them back with open arms. When she's in love, she throws her entire being into it. She is the most dependable friend, and will do anything to make you smile. She really does just love to make people happy, but people never see that anymore. Her will has just about been broken, and at this point she doesn't care what happens to herself anymore. She has lost her will to survive- and thats a terrible way to live.



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Roxanne Laroux's Story

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Chance slept soundly, his breathing steady and even. He felt Roxanne’s weight on his chest as it rose and fell rhythmically. His arm was draped over her waist loosely, keeping her body close to his. She was so warm, soft and small compared to him: dainty almost. He felt her occasionally shift around on top of him, stirring him from his sleep.

Chance felt something gently brush against his arm. He inhaled deeply through his nose, his eyes fluttering open. He turned his head slightly, only to find his face very close to hers. "Morning, hottie."

“Good morning, sexy.” His sentence ended with a soft purr as he flashed a smirk. The feeling of her plump, tender lips pressed against his seemed to ignite something within him, his hand slowly sliding down her back to rest on her hip. When she pulled away, laughing, he found himself grinning again. “You tease…” He thought about grabbing her and dragging her back onto the bed by her waist, but his planning was cut short as he heard her voice.

"Damn!"

“What?” Chance stared at her with a quizzical look, wondering why her tone had shifted so suddenly.

"That is one hell of a lovebite. "

Chance narrowed his eyes at her for a moment, trying to decipher the true meaning of what she just said. As she clambered back on top of his chest, he couldn’t help but smile at the cute look she gave him, acting as if she was mad. Her facial expression changed quickly, confusing Chance. “What?” He repeated.

"...oh, shit. We are both going to be killed. "

“What do you mean..-” He stopped short, his eyes widening. For a short moment, the only thing he could think was Oh fuck.

“Shit..” Was all he could mutter. Chance reached forward, his fingers gently turning her head so she was looking to the side, exposing the large bite. He leaned forward a bit, staring at the wound intently before sighing. “We’re so fucking dead.” He murmured.



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“What do you mean..-” Roxie bit her lip and looked him, a look of worry on her face. She saw it dawn on him, and she flinched slightly. "Yeah." she whispered softly, her eyes falling to the floor. She chewed on her lip worriedly, unsure of what they were going to do.

“Shit..” Chance muttered, and turned her head so he could inspect the large, messy bite on her neck. She felt him lean in closer and her bright blue eyes fluttered shut. "Is it bad?" she muttered, with a little chuckle. Of course it was bad. She was turning into a werewolf. Oh, shit.

“We’re so fucking dead.”
Chance murmured in her ear, and she turned her head to face him once more. "I'm not sure how we're going to get out of this one." She muttered in response, biting down on her lip. Her mind raced, thinking of any way to get around this but there was nothing. She was going to turn into a werewolf, and if she didn't go back to Klaus (the coven leader) then it would be taken as a declaration of war. If he didn't declare it as soon as he saw that some 'mutt', as he called the werewolves, had gone and tainted his blood slave.

With a heavy sigh, she rested her head on his chest and cuddled up against him. "I'm going to have to go back. He'll probably kill me, but if he chooses that route at least he won't declare war on you guys." Having snuck out of the house so many times, she had met a few of his pack members and she wouldn't admit it but she had a soft spot for them. They were really good people.

Roxie groaned and buried her face in his chest. "This is all my fault. Not to mention, it's starting to hurt like a bitch." She added, wincing slightly. The more it hurt, the closer she got to shifting. And she wouldn't be able to shift unless he was there to help her through it- although that seemed unlikely at this point. "Yeah," She mused, her voice taking on a nonchalant tone. "We're totally dead, aren't we?" She looked up at him, wearing an ironic smile.

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"Is it bad?"

Chance swallowed a bit nervously, gazing at the wound. “It definitely could have been worse…” He brushed his finger over it, noticing the small amount of dried blood.

"I'm not sure how we're going to get out of this one."

Chance sighed heavily, staring deep into her eyes. He glanced down at her mouth and noticed she was biting her lip. He couldn’t help but be hypnotized by this action. She looked so cute and alluring at the same time. He just wanted to kiss those lips forever and stop her from ruining them.

Chance quickly jolted from his dazed state, returning his line of sight to her eyes. “I… I don’t know either..” He muttered.

"I'm going to have to go back. He'll probably kill me, but if he chooses that route at least he won't declare war on you guys."

Chance’s eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak, but shut it once more after realizing he had no idea what to say.

"This is all my fault. Not to mention, it's starting to hurt like a bitch."

“No… its not your fault. Its mine. It was my decision to… bite you.” Chance sighed loudly, a stressful groan following it. “I… I don’t want you to go back if… if he’s going to kill you.” He muttered, stumbling over his words slightly. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. However, he knew that her going back was probably the best for everyone, both the Pack and the Coven. He swallowed hard, gulping almost.

"We're totally dead, aren't we?"

Chance let out an anxious chuckle, shifting on the bed. “Totally.” He replied with a smile.

His smile quickly faded. “My dad…” He murmured under his breath. “I’m going to have to tell him… Can’t wait for that conversation.” He grumbled sarcastically, closing his eyes momentarily. In all honesty, Chance was panicking. The thought of losing Roxanne frightened him, but the thought of a war between the Coven frightened him even more. And Chance wouldn’t be able to deal with the guilt of causing both situations. He suddenly wrapped his arms around her protectively, squeezing her in a tight hug. “Do you really have to go?” He asked before biting the inside of his lip.


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“No… its not your fault. Its mine. It was my decision to… bite you.”

Chance murmured, and Roxie couldn't help the sight smile that creeped up onto her lips. "In your defense, neither of us were exactly thinking totally clearly. I doubt you meant to." She grinned up at him lightly and winked. "After all, it was my choice to seduce you." Even with everything going on, she couldn't help but tease him a bit.

 “I… I don’t want you to go back if… if he’s going to kill you.” 
He stumbled a bit, and Roxie smiled a as she rested her head on his bare chest. "I don't know what he'll do to me. But he won't be happy. I would never tell him that it was you who bit me, but he'll figure it out somehow. He always does." She whispered the last bit, as though she was a little reluctant to say it at all.

“My dad…” Chance muttered, and she tensed slightly. She knew all about disapproving parents. "I’m going to have to tell him… Can’t wait for that conversation.” Roxie grinned a little at that. "Yeah I plan to be as far from here as possible when that all goes down." She smiled at him lightly, that playful glint still in her icy blue eyes.

Chance tightened his arms around her suddenly, and she snuggled into his embrace. She rested her cheek on the base on his neck, and fit herself against the curve of his body comfortably. “Do you really have to go?” He murmured, and she grinned. "I might be able to stay a little while longer. If you pay your cards right." She grinned, and winked at him. "It's not that vamps that I'm worried about, but how many pack members are going to see your little tramp sneaking out?"

She sighed contently, loving the warmth between the two of them. The vampires were always so cold. She felt so comfortable, like she could tell him anything. She hadn't feared death in a long time- she didn't have anything to live for. But laying here with Chance, she found herself hoping that she wasn't just an easy lay to him. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to be a part of someone's life. She wanted him to care about her. But none of that may matter anymore.

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"I might be able to stay a little while longer. If you play your cards right."

Chance flashed a devilish smirk, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes. “Reaallly now?” He snickered. He slowly shifted Roxanne’s body upwards against his: but just enough so that he could kiss the top of her head without having to stretch his neck. He rested his chin on her head, squeezing her tightly again. A soft, low, growling sound could be heard coming from deep within his throat; almost as if he was purring like an oversized kitten.

"It's not that vamps that I'm worried about, but how many pack members are going to see your little tramp sneaking out?"

Chance turned onto his side, not once letting go of Roxie. He unraveled his arms around her and grabbed her sides, moving her body upwards so the two were face to face. Without missing a beat, he wrapped his arms around her midsection, pressing their bodies together again. “Hmm… Let’s see…” Chance muttered quietly, letting his eyes close. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he concentrated, straining his hearing.

“Alright… Roman’s upstairs in his office, per usual. He’s already had breakfast… so he shouldn’t be coming back down anytime soon. Jordan appears to still be sleeping… she never was a morning person.. Jen’s in her room, watching tv. She also already ate... Diana and Luke are out.. Marco, Angel, and Jay are in the kitchen.”

Chance sighed lightly, opening his eyes up again. “Those last three will probably be your biggest ‘obstacles’, but they’re probably the best people to find you trying to sneak out.” He chuckled. “Marco and Jay wouldn’t say anything, and I think Angel’s taken a liking to you.”

The gentle purring sound could still be heard. Chance leaned forward and kissed her softly, holding onto her tight enough that she couldn’t escape his warm embrace. He smirked and nibbled on her bottom lip playfully. “We should be good for another hour or so.” He hummed.


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“Reaallly now?” Chance snickered, and pulled her up closer to him. She grinned playfully, prepared for a play fight, but her smile softened slightly when he kissed the top of her head, then rested his head there. She twined her fingers with his gently, the purr-like sound in her ear soothing her. She was perfectly content there, and would be perfectly happy not to away from him again. When she was close to him like this, the bite on her neck was but a soft throbbing in the background.

Chance rolled them both on to their sides, earning a playful whine from Roxie. He pulled her up so they were face to face, and she smiled at him. He pulled her up against him, and she wrapped her arms around him. “Hmm… Let’s see…” He paused, closing his eyes for a moment. He looked so focused and cute, it took a vast amount of effort to keep from kissing him right then and there.

“Alright… Roman’s upstairs in his office, per usual. He’s already had breakfast… so he shouldn’t be coming back down anytime soon. Jordan appears to still be sleeping… she never was a morning person.. Jen’s in her room, watching tv. She also already ate... Diana and Luke are out.. Marco, Angel, and Jay are in the kitchen.” He sighed lightly, and opened his eyes to see Roxie smiling at him. "It is so attractive when you show off your wolf-y abilites." she laughed lightly, giving him a light kiss.

“Those last three will probably be your biggest ‘obstacles’, but they’re probably the best people to find you trying to sneak out. Marco and Jay wouldn’t say anything, and I think Angel’s taken a liking to you.” He informed her, and she nodded with a grin. "Angel's nice- we'd probably be friends, if it weren't for the whole 'blood slave' thing. And Marco's a real cutie- maybe i'll say something to him." She winked at him, shooting him a playful smile.

He leaned forward and kissed her- a kiss she happily reciprocated. She let out a soft, content sigh as he nibbled on her bottom lip gently. “We should be good for another hour or so.” He hummed, and her full lips curled into a mischievous grin. "Now, what could we possibly do to fill that whole hour alone?" She murmured in his ear, twining her fingers loosely in his hair before she kissed him again, with more passion. "Why, it couldn't have any of that, right?" She batted her lashes innocently, before her mischievous grin found it's way to her lips once more and she softly ran her fingers down his back before she kissed him once more.

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"Now, what could we possibly do to fill that whole hour alone?" Roxie murmured in his ear, twining her fingers loosely in his hair before she kissed him again, with more passion. "Why, it couldn't have any of that, right?"

She then gave Chance the most innocent look he’d ever seen, which made him laugh. “Don’t give me that look.” He let out a hearty chuckle, a wide grin spread on his face. He maintained his smiley state as she kissed him again, her fingers running down his spine. Chance easily pushed her onto her back, climbing on top of her. The kiss between the two was heated and passionate. In the moment, the only thing other than the blood pounding in his ears, all Chance could hear was Roxie’s escalated breathing. The soft purr he had been giving off turned into a low, dominant growl as his kissing grew rougher. He closed his eyes tightly, finding it rather difficult for him to resist his primal instincts...


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Chance sighed deeply, his hot breath hitting the back of her neck. His nose was buried in her dark brown locks, just barely touching the back of her head. His body was pressed against hers from behind, a comfortable warmth between the two. He inhaled through his nose, drinking in her scent. He could smell her fruity shampoo mixed with sweat, and to him, he’d never smelled anything better. He had one arm wrapped tightly around her waist protectively, hugging her against him.

Chance’s soft purr returned, a gentle smile on his face. He leaned forward and kissed over the jagged bite mark he left on Roxie’s neck. He did it as tenderly as possible, going as far as sucking on it. He removed the dry blood, cleaning it off, running his warm tongue over it. Even after the wound was clean, he kept going, enjoying the salty taste of her skin. He dragged his tongue up the length of her neck to trace the shell of her ear. He bit down on her earlobe, grinding the soft flesh in between his teeth gently.

“So…” He muttered, releasing her ear. “What now?” He asked. The only answer he wanted was ‘we should stay like this’, but he knew that wasn’t what he was going to hear.

Klaus would be angry at Roxie. Chance sighed, closing his eyes in an attempt to clear the nasty images of Roxie being beaten to death, ripped to pieces, or sucked dry by Klaus. He buried his head in her hair again, being comforted by her familiar scent.


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Roxie snuggled in, up against Chance comfortably. She rested her arms over his, her fingers lightly brushing over the back of his hands. Their breathing was in sync, and she loved the sensation of their shared warmth. His gentle purr started up again, and she grinned lightly.

She felt him lean forward, and his lips touched the bite on her neck. It was soothing, and when he got close like that she couldn't even feel it any pain at all. She settled in even closer to him, relaxing. A slight shudder escaped her as he ran his tongue over the wound.

Roxie let out a gentle sigh when Chance touched her ear lightly. She squirmed slightly and held onto his arms a little tighter as he softly bit down on her earlobe.
“So…” He muttered in her ear, releasing her. “What now? He asked softly, and she pursed her lips.

"I wish I could stay here forever." She whispered to him lightly, lacing her fingers with his. "But... I have to go back. I don't want to go, but I have no choice." She sighed, turning in his arms so she was face-to-face with him. She studied his fascinating green eyes for a moment, before kissing him tenderly. "We don't know how he'll react. Maybe he won't kill me." She gave him a halfhearted smile, resting her forehead on his.

We a great amount of effort, she slowly pulled away and stood up. She sighed reluctantly, and started to get dressed. She knew Elliot was probably already waiting with a sweatshirt of his to wear, in part of his effort to get Chance's scent off of her. Roxie's bright blue eyes fell back onto him, and she smiled at him fondly. "Come on. Walk me down."

She took his hand and tugged him out of bed, and waited while he dressed. Once he was ready, she took his hand and walked with him out of his room.

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"I wish I could stay here forever."

“So do I…” Chance sighed, closing his eyes in frustration. He felt her hand pressed against his as if trying to reassure him. Her palm felt soft and her hands were much smaller than his, making him smirk.

"But... I have to go back. I don't want to go, but I have no choice."

Chance let out another throaty sigh as she turned to face him. He tried to ignore the heavy silence as he gazed into her eyes. Blinking slowly, he stared deeper into her bright blue irises. Is she… nervous?

"We don't know how he'll react. Maybe he won't kill me."

Chance frowned slightly at her half hearted smile. He then chuckled, trying to soften the seriousness. “I’m pretty sure I should be comforting you. You are the one who might be leisurely walking towards her untimely demise soon…” He kept eye contact until his smile faded. He pecked her lips gently. There was a tightness in his chest. He hoped and prayed that this wouldn’t be the last time he would be able to kiss her and hold her.

Chance bit his lip as Roxie pulled away. He already missed her warmth. He rolled onto his stomach, his arm hanging off of the bed limply.

"Come on. Walk me down."

Roxie then grabbed his hand, attempting to pull him out of bed. He snickered and decided to help her out by eventually crawling to his feet. Before she could let go of him, he lifted her hand and kissed the top of it tenderly. Chance hastily got dressed, putting on a pair of jeans and a dark t-shirt. He ran his fingers through his hair in an attempt to make it a bit more presentable but gave up and let it stay messy.

“Let’s go then.” He smiled, walked her out of the room and down the stairs to the main floor.


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“Let’s go then.”
Roxie grinned at him, and rested her head on his chest for a moment before walking with him down the stairs. She stayed close to him, her smaller hand resting in his much larger one. It soothed her, knowing he was there. She didn't ever want to let go of him, and lose that support he was giving her.

When the came downstairs, Marco, Angel, and Jay's eyes flicked up to see her. She offered them a light smile, her hair covering up the bite that Chance had left her. But on the other side of her neck, the two little parallel, circular scars on her neck served as a reminder of her role as a blood slave.

"Good morning." Roxie smiled at them pleasantly, leaning against Chance. "Good morning." Angel and Jay answered back, returning her smile. But Marco's smile help a hint of mischievousness. "Oh, we know that you two had a good morning. We could hear that loud and clear." He winked at them playfully, and Roxie chuckled. "Aw, Marco are you jealous, due to your lack of any action at all in your love life?" She batted her eyes at him, wearing a mock-sympathetic smile.

Marco laughed and smiled, while wrapping Chance's arms around her. "I'm sure Elliot is getting anxious, waiting for me. He has to get your scent off of me." She smiled up at Chance, resting her head on his chest. Whenever Elliot picked her up, he would cover up his scent so Klaus wouldn't get suspicious. She was almost certain that Klaus thought her and Elliot were sleeping together, since she ended up with Elliot's scent all over her instead of Chance's. Not to mention, it was insinuated that Ell had given her any marks she had on her.

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Chance stared down at the ground as the two walked down the stairs, hand in hand. They walked into the kitchen, only to be greeted by Marco, Angel and Jay. Roxie said good morning and Chance muttered a greeting as well, though it was half-hearted.

A certain phrase seemed to catch his attention. "Oh, we know that you two had a good morning. We could hear that loud and clear." He raised an eyebrow at Marco and opened his mouth to utter a witty retort, but Roxie beat him to the punch.

"Aw, Marco are you jealous, due to your lack of any action at all in your love life?"

Marco simply chuckled, smiling. “Ha-ha, good one.” Marco said sarcastically.

"I'm sure Elliot is getting anxious, waiting for me. He has to get your scent off of me."

Chance was quickly snapped back into reality. He nodded in defeat and walked her over to the front door, holding her hand still. He opened the door and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before letting go of her hand gingerly as she walked towards Elliot.

“How many times have I picked you up from this place?” Elliot joked, flashing Roxie a smile. He had a large grey sweatshirt in his hands. Chance leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. He watched the two very closely, glaring at Elliot the entire time.

Elliot pulled the sweatshirt over Roxie, dowsing her in his scent. Chance’s nose twitched and scrunched up. “What did you do, piss on that thing? I can smell it all the way from over here.” Chance called over, not moving from his spot. Elliot simply ignored him, making Chance snort in frustration.

Elliot then hugged Roxie a bit too affectionately for Chance’s liking. He narrowed his eyes and cleared his throat rather loudly. Even though he knew Ell was doing this all for Roxie’s benefit, Chance didn’t like it. He envied the closeness the two friends shared. Chance stood there, refusing to move, until the two drove off and their car faded into the treeline.


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Knock knock knock.

“I wonder who that could be…”

“Do you mind getting that, Jay?”

“Umm.. sure.” Jay hopped out of his seat on the couch and walked over to the front door. Before he grasped the handle, he froze in his tracks, his eyes widening. Vampires? He wondered if he should call to someone else in the house to see what the vampires wanted. But he realized he would probably seem weak and too dependent on the other members of the pack. So, taking a deep breath, Jay opened the door.

The blonde who had knocked on the door was the first to speak. "She's shifting into a wolf, although she's so injured now, I don't know how well that's going to go. She was our leader's blood slave. She needs help, but we aren't just going to leave her."

Jay’s eyes shifted from vampire to vampire, his gaze slightly weary. He stared at the girl in the male’s arms. Who was that? She was so bloody Jay couldn’t even tell. His stance still remained tense.

"You outnumber us, we would be idiots if we thought we were going to attack you. Please, just help her. We don't know what to do."

“Why would she be…” Jay muttered to himself, narrowing his eyes at the bloodied girl for a moment. His eyes widened and he inhaled sharply. “Oh my God… th-that’s… J-Jordan! Chance! You might wanna get over here!”

Chance sat on the couch lazily. Marco was right next to him. Angel was lying strewn across both of their laps, her head closer to Chance. She faced upwards, her eyes closed. She seemed to be dozing due to the way her chest rose and fell evenly. Chance’s heavy hand rested on her abdomen, rubbing her stomach rather soothingly. Angel had always slept better this way.

Angel’s body suddenly tensed up, her eyes fluttering up. Her nostrils twitched and she blinked slowly.

“Something wrong?” Chance asked, casting her a quizzical look.

“Cramps?” Marco added, flashing his coined smirk.

“No!” Angel glowered at her brother. “I just… I smell… blood.”

“J-Jordan! Chance! You might wanna get over here!”

Chance immediately perked up to the urgent sound of Jay’s voice. Jordan was already down the stairs before Chance has even managed to push Angel off of his lap.

“What’s going o- oh my gosh!” Jordan had shoved her way past Eleanore and stood in front of Nico, looking over Roxie very quickly to assess the situation. “Who is this? And what happened to her?!”

Chance had finally clambered to his feet and ran into the entryway, followed by Marco and Angel. As soon as Chance saw the bloody human being cradled in the vampire’s arms, he knew it had to be her. He froze, his breath catching in his throat. Marco slammed into him from behind and simply bounced off, stumbling back. “Roxie..?” Chance managed to mutter. He thought his throat was going to close up.

“So her name’s Roxie?”

“Its Roxanne.” Nico corrected Jordan and she nodded. “Let’s get her to a room upstairs-”

“What’s with all the ruckus down here?” Roman and Jen both walked into the entryway, making the room quite cramped. “Umm… who the hell is that?” Roman nodded in Roxie’s direction, raising an eyebrow.

“Th-that’s…-”

“This is Roxanne, Chance’s girlfriend, who seems to be bleeding to death in our foyer!” Marco interrupted Chance, who was still a confused, shocked, stammering mess.

Jordan nodded again. “Alright. Follow me upstairs. Jay, Roman, I’m going to need a lot of wet towels to get the blood off of her. Jen, go grab a pair of your clothes. Some sweatpants and an old t-shirt, something like that.”

“I want to help.” Chance, who looked paler than a ghost, attempted to put on a determined face.

“Go get the first aid kit then.”

Everyone leapt into action, each doing their individual jobs. Jordan rushed Nico upstairs to set Roxie down on a bed in the guest bedroom. In less than thirty seconds, Jen, Roman, Jay, and Chance had all rushed into the room, the others following soon enough to watch what events would unfold. Jordan rested her hand on Roxie’s forehead. “She’s burning up… why is she..?”

“She… she’s going to shift. I… I bit her.”

“What?!” Jordan snapped, glancing back at Chance in disbelief. She regained herself quickly, returning her gaze back to her patient. “When did you bite her?”

“U-umm… last night.”

Jordan shook her head. “Alrighty, everybody out! Except for Jen, Angel and you.” She nodded in Eleanore’s direction.

Chance was the last one still in there. “I want to stay.”

“No, Chance. Out.”

“I’m staying.”

“Chance, just-”

“No!”

Jordan stood up, glaring up at Chance who was half a foot taller than her. “I said: Get. Out.”

Chance let out a threatening, animalistic growl. “That doesn’t scare me, Chance. Leave, now.” Jordan stood her ground. Chance snarled at her and she didn’t even flinch.

Chance finally turned and stormed out of the room, his jaw clenched tightly. He walked past the others who waited outside the door. Marco watch his friend stomp down the hallway and decided to follow.

“Chance, you alright?” Marco jogged up behind him, putting his hand on his shoulder.

In a split second reaction, Chance grabbed Marco’s arm and spun in a circle, slamming him against the wall. Instinctively, Chance clenched his hand into a tight fist and cocked it back. Marco flinched and put his hands up. “Calm down!”

Letting out another low growl, Chance let him go before resuming his walk down the hallway, his shoulders tense with anger. Marco cautiously continues to follow, making Chance pause again. “Stop following me.”

“Why?”

“Because I need to hit something, and I don’t want that something to be you.”


Sorry for shitty timeskips, this is just getting really lengthy and I’m practically nodding off as I’m writing this >.>

The room was dead silent. Chance sat by Roxie’s side, the only other person in the room being Nico, who insisted on being there when Roxie woke up. Chance was sitting right next to her bed, one of her small in hands in between two of his. There were thick white bandages on his knuckles.

Roxie’s sleep looked struggled. Chance flinched every time her breathing became ragged. There were bandages on her neck, cheek, shoulders, and midsection, covering up her healing wounds. A loose, white t-shirt practically hung from her small frame. She had the blankets of the bed covering her up to her waist. A cold wet towel was placed on her forehead. He remembered what Jordan said… “She’s very weak and she’s going to have to shift soon. She needs to get her strength up if she wants to survive the process.”



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Roxie's chest rose and fell unevenly- at times so slow it was frightening, at others so quick it was as though she was afraid she was being attacked. Nico watched her tenderly, and ever so gently brushed a lock of her dark hair away from her face. His very light, grassy green eyes flicked up towards Chance, but they suddenly held none of the warmth that had been there when he was watching Roxie. "How could you have let her go, if you knew that my brother would do this to her?" He spat at Chance bitterly, glaring. But before he could respond, Roxie stirred.

Her breathing grew very rapid, and her icy eyes flew open. Her entire body trembling, her eyes widened although she didn't seem like she could focus on anything. Her eyes were so full of terror. She ripped her hand away from Chance without looking to see who was touching her and, with obvious pain, brought her knees up to her chest. Roxanne Laroux, who never seemed to be phased by anything, sat with her arms wrapped around herself, trembling in terror.

A small cry escaped her, and it was difficult to tell wether it was from fear or agony. "Roxie, Roxie it's me." Nico gently spoke to her, remaining completely calm. He smiled at her gently, when she jerked back and looked at him. She blinked, and looked around the room as if she was seeing it for the first time. She spotted Chance, and quickly reached for him. She yelped, quickly realizing that the quick motion wasn't the best option.

She slowly laid back down, her breathing laboured. All that moving around had opened up some of her wounds again, and a small amount of blood stained the shirt she was wearing. Weakly, she reached out to Chance with her hand and twined her fingers with his. Slowly, she pulled his hand up to her face and held the back of his hand against her cheek. With a slight grin, she looked up at him. "Hey there, hottie." She mimicked the greeting she had woken with him what felt like days ago.

"What happened to your hand?" She whispered, seeming to struggle just to keep her eyes open. She listened to their breathing for a moment, before looking at Nico. "Is everything going to be okay?" She asked, referencing not only to herself but to the rest of the coven that they had left behind. He offered her a halfhearted smile. "Honestly, love? I have no idea."

Eleanore leaned agianst the closed door, not eavesdropping but she listening for any fighting or yelling that she needed to break up. A few metres away, Penny awkwardly stood alone. She didn't want to get too close, but she still wanted to be there for Roxie. Which was hard, especially when she was bleeding all over the place.

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Chance has been sitting there in an almost dazed off state. He stared blankly ahead, still holding Roxie’s hands in between two of his own. Four words reverberated in his mind. Its all my fault. Its all my fault.

"How could you have let her go, if you knew that my brother would do this to her?"

Chance’s gaze shot up and he glared at Nico, curling his lip up threateningly. He would’ve snapped back a witty response, but he was quickly interrupted by the sound of Roxie moving ever so slightly. His attention was immediately drawn back to her. The way she ripped her hand out of Chance’s startled him, making his eyes widen in surprise. All of her sudden movements made Chance jump, as if he was watching someone who was back from the dead. As she sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, he half expected her to try to leap to her feet and run. "Roxie, Roxie it's me."

As Nico comforted her, Chance was ready to wrap his arms around her. “Whoa whoa whoa, take it easy, Roxie…” He said softly.

It wasn’t until she calmed down did he begin to relax again. He didn’t resist her hand as she grabbed his, pressing the back of it against her cheek. "Hey there, hottie."

Chance smiled warmly. “Good morning, sexy. Sleep well?” He joked, squeezing her hand softly.

"What happened to your hand?"

“Nothing, sweetheart. I’m not the one you should be worrying about.” He added, his eyes brimming with concern.

"Is everything going to be okay?"

"Honestly, love? I have no idea."

Chance sighed heavily, using his free hand to run his fingers through his messy hair. He glanced down as her shirt, frowning at the fresh blood that was seeping through. “You shouldn’t move around too much.” Chance muttered, scolding her somewhat. He gently pressed his hand against her side, applying pressure to the wound in hopes to stop the bleeding. “Sorry… Jordan’ll have to re-wrap those for you…”

Chance then put his hand on her forehead, frowning at how warm she was. “You’re still hot…” Chance froze before cracking a grin. “I did not mean it like that!” He chuckled before growing serous again.

“Roxie…” He murmured, rubbing the back of his hand against her cheek tenderly. “You’re going to shift soon…” He spoke quietly, giving off the notion that he didn’t want to have to speak at all. “I don’t know what to say… I was born like this, so its always come naturally to me, but… for you…” He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Its… its going to be painful…” He swallowed hard, opening his eyes. “I… I’m sorry… for doing this to you..” He sighed, using his free hand to stroke her hair, tucking it behind her ear. He stopped to play with the ends of her hair.

“Do you want anything? Some water? Are you thirsty or hungry?” Chance asked rather awkwardly.


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“Good morning, sexy. Sleep well?” Chance joked, and Roxie grinned at him. "Oh, I slept like a baby. You know, as well as a baby who's been ripped up by an angry vampire." She smiled weakly. She watched him for a moment, her eyes meeting his. “Nothing, sweetheart. I’m not the one you should be worrying about.” She bit her lip, looking down at his bandaged hand. She felt terrible, for making him worry about her like this.

“You’re still hot…” Chance told her, frowning as he felt her cheek, before grinning. “I did not mean it like that!” He chuckled, and she laughed lightly. "Oh, so now that i'm all bandaged up, i'm not pretty anymore? That cuts deep, babe." She shot him a teasing grin.

“Roxie…” He murmured, and rubbed the back of his hand against her cheek gently. She rested her cheek against his hand, and smiled softly up at him. “You’re going to shift soon…” He spoke very softly, and he seemed to have a difficult time meeting her steady gaze. It was painful for her to see him like this. “I don’t know what to say… I was born like this, so its always come naturally to me, but… for you…” He closed his eyes for a moment, and she bit her lip. She knew what was coming, and her stomach churned.

“Its… its going to be painful…” He told her softly, and she had to force herself to keep from flinching. He swallowed hard and Roxie bit her lip harder. “I… I’m sorry… for doing this to you..” He murmured, brushing her hair behind her ear. She slowly caught his hand, and pulled him down so he was close enough for her to give him a tender kiss. "You didn't mean to do this to me. You know I could never blame you for this." She smiled softly at him, and rested her forehead on his.

"Nico," she turned her head, and smiled gently at Nico, who was practically glaring at Chance and sitting uncomfortably. "Do you mind getting me a glass of water?" She asked him, and he nodded slightly but didn't take his eyes off Chance. He slowly stood up and left, leaving the door slightly ajar.

"Do you two mind running and getting Roxie a glass of water? I'll keep an eye on her. Also, mind asking the wolves what they're planning on doing with her? I swear, if they lay a hand on her..." "-I'm sure they will take her in." Eleanore cut Nico off, smiling gently. Penny and Eleanore made their way downstairs, and cautiously peeked at the wolves that were in the kitchen. Eleanore hesitated, but Penny just smiled and made her way over to them. "Hello..." She smiled lightly, and nervously tucked her hair behind her ear. "What are you planning on doing with Roxanne once she shifts? We can't take her back to the coven, and she can't just be left to fend for herself. She'll be unstable, and she injured." Eleanore cut in, watching them a little skeptically. She was protective of Roxanne and the rest of her coven.

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"You didn't mean to do this to me. You know I could never blame you for this."

Chance closed his eyes briefly, planting a tender kiss on Roxie’s nose. “That doesn’t really change the fact that you’re… turning into a werewolf.” He sighed, opening his eyes so stare into hers. “I’m sorry, Roxie…” He apologized, feeling a tightness in his chest.

"Nico, do you mind getting me a glass of water?"

Chance glanced over his shoulder as Nico walked out of the room. As soon as he was out of the room, he turned and faced Roxie again. “He really doesn’t like me.” He chuckled, flashing a half-hearted smile.

His smile faded and he looked away, his eyes clouded with worry. “Don’t worry… I’ll be there for you.” He said the words very softly before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss.

And now downstairs…

"Hello..."

The Pack members that had been crowded in the kitchen turned to face the vampire speaker.

"What are you planning on doing with Roxanne once she shifts? We can't take her back to the coven, and she can't just be left to fend for herself. She'll be unstable, and she’s injured."

Most of them stayed quiet, unsure if they should speak so loosely to the Coven members sitting in their kitchen. Angel had her head leaned against Luke’s arm. Diana sat on his other side, Marco to her left. Roman and Jordan were not in the room. Jay stood off awkwardly in the corner, leaning against the countertop.

“Of course we’ll take her in.”

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the speaker. It was Diana. The Pack members were somewhat shocked by the fact she actually spoke out, not the words she said.

“We’re unlike you in the Coven.” Diana practically spat as she spoke, narrowing her eyes. “We do not abandon those who are weak or helpless. She’ll live here with us, under our protection.” Diana, who had barely spoken to Roxie, was defending her. The other pack members nodded in agreement before looking over at the vampires again.


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“I’m sorry, Roxie…”

Chance spoke with so much pain, it broke her heart. She brushed her fingers over his hand affectionately, closing her eyes for a moment. "Really, please don't be sorry. You don't need to be sorry." she whispered to him, desperately wanting to ease his pain. Her own pain was the last thing on her mind.

She turned her head to offer Nico a small smile as he left the room. “He really doesn’t like me." Chance pointed out with a chuckle, and Roxie smiled at him. "Nico? Oh, don't worry about him. He's such a sweetheart. He just needs a little time to warm up to you, is all." She smiled lightly, completely underestimating Nico's dislike for Chance.

Chance suddenly looked away, looking pained once more. She bit down on her lip, and her brow furrowed. "Don’t worry… I’ll be there for you.” He whispered ever so softly, breaking her heart, and touched his lips to hers. She kissed him back gently. When he pulled away, she moved over to make room for him on the bed and gently patted the spot next to her for him. "Come here, handsome. Don't worry about that right now."

When he settled down next to her, she rested her head on his chest. "Your pack isn't going to shun me or anything, are they?" She asked softly, for the first time sounding genuinely worried.




“Of course we’ll take her in.” Eleanore and Penny both looked up at Diana, a little surprised, when she spoke. Penny stood back slightly, quickly allowing Eleanore to take on the bigger part in this conversation. She quietly looked over the rest of the wolves, wondering if any of them had been forcibly dragged into this world of the supernatural like her.

“We’re unlike you in the Coven." The speaker practically spat at Eleanore and Penny, causing Penny to refocus her attention on the speaker with surprise. “We do not abandon those who are weak or helpless. She’ll live here with us, under our protection.”

Eleanore didn't miss a beat, although Penny's eyes dropped to the floor. She took a small step back from the pack, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Not everyone in my coven is merciless." Eleanore told the wolves calmly. "After all, we risked not only our positions in the coven but our own lives when we brought her here in the hopes that you would save her." Her eyes shifted to Penny, who was studying the floor. "You can hate the coven as much as you want, but you can't say that all of us are so cold. It's true, we do naturally tend to have more violent instincts. But we learn to resist them."

Penny, looking very uncomfortable, finally piped up. "It's true. I hate most of the pack just as much as you do, but if it wasn't for Ella and Nico, i'd be dead." Reluctantly, she pulled back her hair with shaky hands and tugged on her shirt slightly to reveal gruesome, violent looking scars covering her neck and collar bone. She quickly covered them back up, and looked down again. "Not all of us are bad. And we have our reasons for being wary. Just... we don't want anything else to happen to Roxie. We know her, and care about her."

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"Come here, handsome. Don't worry about that right now."

Chance chuckled lightly. “That’s going to be kind of difficult.” With slow, cautious movements, he crawled onto the bed and lay beside her. As she moved closer to him, he hooked an arm around her waist, pulling them closer. His hand rested limply on her hip and he sighed, wishing things could just stay like this.

"Your pack isn't going to shun me or anything, are they?"

Chance couldn’t help but let out a somewhat dry laugh. “Naahh. Roman might be a bit grumpy about it for a while, but the others seem to like you already. You being a werewolf only means you get to stay here, opposed to with the vamps.” It wasn’t long before his tone grew serious once more. “Roxie… tell me when you start getting a headache, ok?” He gave her a brief, affectionate squeeze before letting his grip relax once more.

“I just want to say…” He trailed off slightly, trying to find the right words. “Don’t… panic. Its… going to be very weird. Everything will be different. You’ll, see, hear, smell, feel different. You’ll probably go full wolf first.. after a bit, you’ll feel like you’re going to change back, but you’ll just end up half wolf for a few more hours.” He rubbed her side gently and soothingly. “But… I’ll be there. Ok? I promise.”

"Not everyone in my coven is merciless." Eleanore told the wolves calmly. "After all, we risked not only our positions in the coven but our own lives when we brought her here in the hopes that you would save her. You can hate the coven as much as you want, but you can't say that all of us are so cold. It's true, we do naturally tend to have more violent instincts. But we learn to resist them."

"It's true. I hate most of the pack just as much as you do, but if it wasn't for Ella and Nico, I’d be dead." Reluctantly, Penny pulled back her hair with shaky hands and tugged on her shirt slightly to reveal gruesome, violent looking scars covering her neck and collarbone. She quickly covered them back up, and looked down again. "Not all of us are bad. And we have our reasons for being wary. Just... we don't want anything else to happen to Roxie. We know her, and care about her."

Diana’s eye flashed with both anger and hatred. “You’re not the only one with scars, sweetheart.” Her tone was still hostile, to no surprise. She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, her jaw set. With her lip curled up, she snarled softly. “If it wasn’t for the coven, I wouldn’t have to-”

Diana’s words were suddenly cut off. A heavy hand has been placed on top of her head. It was Luke’s hand. He patted her head, both teasing and taking her aggravation off of the vampires. If anyone but her brother had tried to do this, she probably would have bitten off half of their fingers. “Now now, there’s no need to be rude.”

The sound of Luke’s voice was immediately responded to with an animalistic, content purring sound coming from Angel. Her eyes were closed and her head rested on his arm. “I love the sound of your voice…” She murmured just audibly. “Too bad you don’t use it often…”

“I’m aware.” Luke retorted, a hint of sarcasm present. Luke’s voice was deep, even deeper than Roman’s. However, unlike the pack leader, he did not have the rough, grovely edge to his words. His voice can only be compared to that of hot, melted chocolate, so soothing when it needs to be, but easily capable of becoming dangerous. “These are our guests. We will treat them appropriately.” Luke’s hand was still on top of his sisters head. With a deadly glare cast in Penny’s direction, Diana swatted his hand off of her head.

Luke returned his attention to the coven members. He flashed a surprisingly friendly smile. “I guess you could say our history with the coven isn’t a very… good one.” He kept his tone gentle and as neutral as possible. “In regards to Roxie, she will be taken care of. I can assure you of that.” He let out a small chuckle. “You honestly think Chance would let anything happen to her? Did you see his reaction when you guys first got here? Not to mention, he hasn’t even left her room once since Jordan let him in. You have nothing to worry about.”


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”That’s going to be kind of difficult. Chance chuckled, and Roxie grinned as he laid down next to her. She snuggled up against him, letting out a small, content noise as he pulled her closer and draped his arm over her hip. She rested her hand on her arm, running her fingers over his skin softly.

Let out a dry laugh in after her question, she looked up slightly but was to comfortable to turn and face him. ”Naahh.” He answered easily, and she let out a relieved breath. ”Roman might be a bit grumpy about it for a while, but the others seem to like you already. You being a werewolf only means that you get to stay here, opposed to with the vamps.” he added, and she grinned. “Daddy isn’t going to like the fact that his son’s dirty tramp is now living with them?” She teased lightly, chuckling.

”Roxie...” Chance began, his tone becoming more serious, and Roxie bit her lip once more. ”Tell me when you start to get a headache, ok?” he gently asked of her, and she quickly nodded. He gave her a light squeeze and she grinned, enjoying the closeness she had with him.

”I just want to say...’ Chance trailed off. He seemed nervous, which was putting her on edge slightly. She already wasn’t in the best of shape, and she knew that it was going to be terrible but she didn’t want to look distressed and make Chance more nervous. ”Don’t... panic. It’s going to be very weird. Everything will be different. You’ll see, hear, smell, feel different. You’ll probably go full wolf first.. after a bit, you’ll feel like you’re going to change back, but you’ll end up half wolf for a few more hours.”

As Chance explained to her what she was to expect, she felt her nervousness increase and her heartrate pick up a little. ”But... I’ll be there. Ok? I promise.” he told her softly, and rubbed her side soothingly. Listening to his words and feeling the light touch of his hand, she quickly felt herself relax. With a soft smile on her lips, she turned in his arms to face him. “I trust you.” She looked up at him tenderly, before eversogently touching her lips to his. But before she could move another muscle, a sharp, shooting pain filled her head.

Roxie jerked back, her brow furrowing as she touched her temples. With every movement she made, the sharpness intensified. The pain was so intense, a light whimper escaped her slightly parted lips. “Chance...” She murmured, but was cut off by another whimper. The pain was very slowly spreading, like poison. Fearful, she quickly buried her face in Chance’s chest and held on to him tightly. It was almost as though the closer she got to him, the pain dimmed slightly.




”You’re not the only one with scars, sweetheart.” Diana practically snarled at Penny. She curled her lip at the young vampire. ”If it weren’t for the coven I wouldn’t have to-” Diana was cut off, but submissive Penny was already effected. She quickly took a few steps to the side, away from for Diana and even Eleanore, flinching as though she expected to be struck. She bumped into a werewolf that had been standing off to the side slightly, and became even more startled. She jumped and turned, blushing darkly and clearly flustered. “O-oh i-i’m so sorry!” She murmured, flinching again and turning her big springy green eyes to the ground submissively.

Eleanore glanced at Penny sympathetically, before looking back at the werewolves once more. ”Now now, there’s no need to be rude.” A male with a deep baritone voice touched the angered werewolf’s head, and she surprisingly tolerated it. Another werewolf seemed completely wooed by the sound of his voice, and leaned against his arm. Eleanore’s lips turned up at the corners, ever so slightly, at the sight of this open display of affection. The kind of affection that hadn’t been directed at her for over a century.

When the male re-directed his attention to Penny (who was still blushing and flustered) and Eleanore, then flashed them a surprisingly friendly smile Ella didn’t hesitate to return it warmly. ”I guess you could say our history with the coven isn’t a very... good one.” Luke told Eleanore, and she could tell he was trying his best to sound a neutral as possible. “I know this means very little to you, but I do apologize on behave of some of my fellow coven members. Many of them are just... bad, really. I wish I could say or do more, but...” She held up her palms helplessly. Damon, Suki, and especially Klaus had a knack for destroying, despite Nico and Eleanore’s best efforts to keep the coven from causing too much damage. But they were all much stronger than the too of them because of the sheer amount of blood they consumed on a daily basis.

”In regards to Roxie, she will be well taken care of. I can assure you of that.” He chuckled, and Eleanore glanced at Penny, a little confused. Elliot was the only one who knew of Roxie’s relationship with Chance and she was still clueless as to how she went about being bitten. ”You honestly think Chance would let anything happen to her? Did you see his reaction when you guys first got here? Not to mention, he hasn’t even left her room once since Jordan let him in. You have nothing to worry about.” That seemed to clear things up for Eleanore. She let out a little chuckle, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Oh, I see. Little Roxie’s been hooking up with a werewolf all this time. We thought she was still sleeping with Elliot. I can’t keep up.” She grinned brightly, chuckling.

After a moment, Ella grew serious once more. “Now, you must know that Klaus isn’t going to give Roxie up this easily. He’s a little... infatuated with her. To put it kindly. At this point, he’s just playing a game of cat and mouse. He’ll probably see how this turns out, then once he gets bored of watching he’ll take her back, obliterating everything in his path.” She paused, looking down for a moment. “That’s if he’s feeling kind. But from what I heard earlier, he wants to find the werewolf that bit her and make him suffer.” She added softly. “But we aren’t going to let that happen. If you’ll let us, Nico, Penny, and I will stay with all of you for now and watch for Klaus. Nico and I know him best, and would be able to slow him down, if not stop him.” she told them confidently, offering them an optimistic smile.