Mathew's image popped back on the screen and Rowan smiled a bit at his sleepy face. "Lotta's asleep." She said pointing her thumb at the bundles of blankets on her bed. "We got into a bit of an argument." She said sadly. "Her eyes flashed. I figured you saw them. So I had to explain to her that you know." She said and saw the fatigue in his eyes. "We can talk about this in the morning. Sorry to wake you."

Mathew smiled back and shook his head. "No no I'm fine." he then thought and sighed. "Am I not supposed to know?" he asked and sat up a bit. He looked at her and her saddened face. He was sure it was the fight with the balled up girl in the blankets on her bed but something else looked like it was on her mind. "Rowan if there's anything you want to tell me please do. I can handle it, I don't want you to feel all bottled up, it isn't healthy."

Rowan sighed when he asked if he wasn't supposed to know. She shook her head no. He then told her that she could tell him anything and she smiled meekly. "Well, We aren't supposed to tell. Not this young anyway. See." Rowan sighed, shifting uncomfortably in her chair. "Before I moved the States. I was with this boy, Ethan. He was nice at first but then he became controlling and forceful. We got into a heated argument and he struck me. Hard. I immediately left. See when young witches like Lotta and I get angry, Our eyes flash. Thinking about what happened to me, made Lotta angry so that's why her eyes flashed." She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I went home and he followed me. I didn't know of course. I'd needed to blow off some steam and so I went into my backyard and started levitating some rocks. It relaxes me, the constant circling. Yea, well, He saw. He recorded it and called me on it. He told to me that if I ever broke up with him that he'd show everyone." Rowan looked down frowning. Her eyes flashed purple for a moment. "I foolishly obeyed. For months he had me using my magic to make him stronger, faster, whatever he wanted." She paused. "Then he wanted something from me that I wasn't ready to give. He threatened me and I told him to do what he wanted with the video." She kept her eyes on the floor as she spoke she didn't want to see his reaction to all this. "He did what he promised. At first, I thought maybe people would think it was some special effects but with everything I'd done for him. Coupled with the fact that witchcraft is still a big superstition where I'm from. They believed it. They tortured me for the longest time. Some times quite literally. Once a group of girls, grabbed me and tried to set me on fire. Which was ironic because I'm a Fire based Witch." She rolled her eyes at that. "After a while, It became too much and I told Isobel everything. The Mother Coven had to preform a massive spell that wiped everyone's memory of it. Unfortunately, expect mine. The Mother Priestess said that was my punishment for not telling them as soon as it happened. After that she told me that, if I told anyone else. I'd be Binded. Which is about a million times worse then being grounded. She'd strip me of my powers. All of them. I'd be human" She said and sighed. "That's why Lotta was so livid. She was just looking out for me but still. She's not happy about it but she likes you. She didn't like Ethan the moment they met so. She's gonna keep it a secret though." She said and finally looked up at him.

Mathew let out a large sigh trying to take in what he had just heard. He looked back at the witch infront of him and Rowan seemed worried as usual. He thought of something to say but all that came out was a short sigh, too quiet to be caught by the microphone.

When he finally got some words in his mouth he spoke with a calm tone but his eyes showed worry. "I hate to hear that, I would never in my life ever strike you, or any woman for that matter." he thought for a moment trying to find the words to continue. "I'm not going to tell a soul about you powers even if you do get mad and want to break up with me. " he had gotten past that part so all he needed now was something to finish on.

"So if anyone finds out ever, you'll be turned into a human. Is it forever or just like for so long?" he wasn't sure what to say, the girl was genuinely scared and he was partially. It hurt him but he knew they had to talk about it a bit.

Rowan watched his expression as he spoke. "Mathew. I know you. You're not a violent person." Rowan smiled sadly. "And I know you wouldn't tell anyone. But that's not what I was worried about. It's just that what would happen should anyone found out." She said and he asked if it would be permanent if she were to be turned human. "Binding is a curse. So should I be able to break it, then no. But it's hard to break a curse with no magic." She explained. Right now, all she wanted to do is curl up next to him. When he held her today, she felt so safe and warm, now she felt cold and vulnerable. She wrapped her arms around herself.

"Well if he fucks with you, him and I are going to have a problem. I don't care if he's freaking Dracula he's not going to mess with you." On the outside he projected a certain confidence that usually swelled when he was around Sonya, but on the inside he regretted his brash words. He had watched enough horror movies to know that messing with a vampire would likely end up getting you killed. Except in Twilight where they sparkled, but he seriously doubted Nathan did.

As he pulled into the lot where the bonfire was set to take place, Nathan yanked the keys out of his truck and sighed. Now that they were finally here his insides started grumbling nervously.

"Before we go and mingle with everyone, let me at least have another smoke. Not sure I can keep the pep in my step without one." He turned to Sonya, waiting for either a frown or a look that would allow him to step out and get in a final smoke before the loud music and fire began.

Mathew sighed as Rowan spoke she seemed almost depressed about even talking about someone finding out he knew about her powers. He saw her expression and sighed. She wanted to be held and embraced and just told it would be fine and she would just cling and try to calm herself down. "Look Rowan it's gonna be alright don't worry. I don't like to see you like this it makes me worry when you worry." he said biting his bottom lip and had a sudden urge to grab the girl and hold her until she would calm down then a little bit after.

Rowan smiled sadly. "Sorry." She said and tried to relax. She still felt cold but she dropped her arms and gave him a quick smile. She wanted to tell him that not only will she be binded. They wipe his memory of her as well. She didn't want to think about that now. It was then that a thought crossed her mind. She wanted to leave. She wanted him to spirit her away for just a little while. "Mathew. How awake are you?" She asked. "We should disappear for a beat." She said with some new found energy.
(sorry so short)

Mathew shrugged. "Uh pretty tired. Sure we could talk later. You wanna maybe meet by the usual spot tomorrow?" he asked and yawned. He looked at his clock and sighed. "Wow it's starting to actually get later." he said then stood up and took his glasses off and stretched. "Yes I think I need to go to sleep." he smiled and brushed his hair from his eyes again, he needed a haircut but he liked his hair wavy and soft. "Good night sweetie." he said then waved goodbye and turned off his camera with a smile. He then sighed and went to bed, tired and fearful for Rowan.

Rowan smiled a bit and nodded. "Night." She said and his camera went dark. She sighed. She thought she should have never told him. It was stupid. He was probably more wary of her now then he was before. She turned off her computer and closed the lid. She braided her hair in a loose braid so it'll be sort of wavy in the morning changed into her pajama's and climbed into bed. She had to shove Lotta over a bit seeing as the girl taken over most of the bed. Rowan lay on her back and stared at the celing. After a silence moment, she felt tears sting her eyes at the memories. "He's a good guy." Lotta whispered having felt Rowan move her over. "I know." Rowan said and Lotta smiled. "Then stop worrying. You'll get frown marks." She joked then turned over. Rowan allowed herself a small laugh.

Nathan smiled as he felt his precious cargo cling to him tightly as his bike straightened up after the sharp turn, various giggles and squeals coming from Gemma. He could practically smell the adrenaline in her blood. Of course he himself hadn't felt such a sensation in years. Another oddity of having a dead body was the subtle lack of hormones though he could hardly complain. The last shot of adrenaline he ever felt was followed by waking up alone and confused without a pulse. He really needed to stop remembering that day so often. It was going to scar him ( even more ) if he wasn't careful.

Continuing the conversation they were having before the turn, he said, "Oh yes, charming. You forget that you're the only person I talk to. Everyone else just gets a varied assortment of nods and glares. It's not that I'm antisocial. I just have no desire to talk to or interact with society as a whole." A few seconds ticked by where nothing but the engine and the wind were heard before he spoke up again. "Okay, so I might be a -bit- antisocial but that's my choice, now isn't it? Besides, I have you. That's a fair trade for shunning the entirety of humanity." His banter went on for another minute or so before he finally slowed and came to a stop in front of Sonya's house. "Here we are. The Chang estate." He smoothly dismounted the old bike and patted his hair down to fix any wind damage before he turned and offered his beloved a hand off.

Cigarettes never seemed to last long enough for Everett. A few seconds of pleasure followed by regret after realizing he was probably going to be addicted to nicotine for the rest of his life. "Oh well. Not like I was planning on becoming an Olympic athlete or anything. Sayonara lungs!" He gave a salute to the air before flicking the butt of his smoke onto the ground and grinding it with the heel of his Nike's.

Everett turned and watched as his girlfriend took off in the direction of her house. Since he didn't want to be accused of laziness he set took a few hidden keggers of beer from the back his truck (with some superior effort on his part) and placed them under a blanket at least ten feet away from where the fire would be. Drinking as well as smoking was not something his girlfriend was fond of, but almost every teenager in these parts had a hankering for a cold beer once in awhile.

A few other cars and trucks pulled in, including Everett's friend Chris ; typical skater kid with a habit of smoking weed or being high the majority of the time. "Hey man, where's your girlfriend at?" Everett bumped fists with him before replaying. " At her house. Should be getting this thing started any minute though."

Chris rubbed his hands together and give a loud "whoop". "Alright! Time to hit on drunk girls who make the wrong choices." Ev rolled his eyes and punched the kid in the shoulder with enough force to push him back, but not enough to form a bruise. "Yeah, because they have to be drunk to even look at you. "

G e m m a + L o c k h e a r t

Gemma continued to cling to him tightly as he kept pumping the engine, her nose nuzzling into him as he spoke more about their previous topic. "Anti social or not, I love you and I promise we don't have to stay the entire time." Gemma said, responding to him as the wind and engine roared through her ears. She yawned softly as he made another turn and then Sonya's house could be seen back by the woods, her yawning muffled by the noise of his vehicle and her mouth digging into his shoulder with affection as he stopped it and then dismounted, his hand suddenly coming up to her. She smiled and took it, getting off the bike as she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Her hand tightened around his with her pale fingers, pulling him softly towards the house as she leaned into him and nuzzled his shoulder softly. It was obvious Gemma was a very affectionate person, and she adored showing Nathan that affection. She just hoped he would never get annoyed by it. "Is the smell really bad, Nathan? You always crinkle your nose when you come over to Sonya's."

"What I am merely implying is that every creature has a particular scent, I for one, do not appreciate others," Dominic let out his selfish opinion. He was a demon, what would you expect? He gripped onto his girlfriend's hand tighter as each step led them closer and closer to the home of one, Sonya Chang. There was no sight of fire, despite the invitation being some sort of bonfire. His thoughts, however, weren't kept inside. The demon cleared his throat and muttered, "I thought there fire involved in such gatherings, my love?"

Once arriving at the door, Dominic released his hold on Cordelia's hand. He clenched his right hand and tapped it against the wooden door frame three times, he then stared at his hand and flinched as he could smell his scent being overpowered by the scent of the werewolves. The man was hygienic, especially for a demon, and having things out of place and blending in when it's not supposed to had really wrecked a havoc with the inner Imhoptek. He then rubbed his right hand against the side of his pants, rubbing against it in hopes for the germs to disappear. Dominic sighed and stole a glance towards his beloved Cordelia, a small smile curved at the corner of his lips before another smell caught his nose. His head turned over his shoulder and another sign escaped his lips.

"That blood sucker and his human are here," He slightly hissed.

(apologies for the lack of detail and length ;A;)

Nathan let Gemma pull him along towards Sonya's house as he thought of a well worded way to express his feelings towards their hostess for the night. Despite how little affection the werewolf held for either of them, Gemma was convinced they were friends and that meant being polite if only at the bare minimal. "Yes, it's not a very pleasant odor. Sort of like wet hair but worst. On the other hand, I expect I smell like cold death warmed over. It's a sort of natural defense we have against one another, I suppose." He took several long strides forward as he caught up with his beloved, following her stride step for step by her side as he continued. "Not very helpful and makes situations like ours a bit... difficult. But that doesn't really matter. I have my own beautiful rose here to give me comfort." He leaned over and planted a kiss atop her head, a sly smile crossing his lips as he pulled back just as they reached the front door. The smile died the moment he saw who was there to greet them.

They had been beaten to the front door by Cordelia and her boyfriend Dominic, the very bizarre demon who'd made his way into town years back. Their relationship was hard to describe and personally Nathan couldn't find anything he really liked about the man. He was vain, rude, stubborn and prone to violent outbursts. Oh and did he just love to try and mess with Nathan and try to get an expression out of him like a tourist messing with stony faced queen's guard in England. And then there was Everett and Sonya. The man was alright, a bit rough but at least seeming to try and be nice. Sonya, on the other hand, was quite the ice queen when it came to himself and Gemma. When she wasn't shooting poison loaded glares in their direction, she was putting on the poor guise of being their happy and polite 'friend'. As hard as Nathan tried to justify some pleasant point about her, the smell lingering in the air distracted him and simply gave him another reason to dislike her.

Nathan kept his cold, empty eyes locked on their hostess as they entered her home, his fingers tightening about Gemma's ever so slightly after they crossed the threshold. The stench that lingered in the air felt even heavier as they entered the wolf's den itself. Of course there was no avoiding it in her own home. She would have touched and sat on everything, leaving behind the clinging smell. Even though he knew she was without others of her kind at the moment, it still made him feel as if he was surrounded by the beasts. It wasn't a comforting feel. He didn't say anything as he simply watched Sonya go about with treating her guests. He didn't even blink as he waited for one crack in her little innocent and happy act. It didn't take long. She was keeping her eye on him just as he was doing for her. Good. That meant the grounding was even for the time being.

Cordelia's hand became sightly white at the tightening grip from her lover's digits, and she winced a bit before glancing up at him and giving him a light scowl. "Obviously, love, they haven't started the fire yet. It was rainy the entire week." She said, growing slightly irritated as the tension between him and the tension around the porch and door suddenly became much more intense and caused her blood to boil slightly. Of course, with Sonya's tight tone, she could already tell this was just going to be a delight and she rolled her eyes once more before Dominic's hiss made her jump slightly. She turned her head, looking over at Nathan and Gemma.

"Don't be rude, alright? Seriously. We are supposed to be friends." She snapped at him, offering light smiles to Nathan and Gemma with a polite wave before walking into the house and dragging Dominic in with her. "You can take a long shower later, love." She hoped she hadn't said that too loud, but it wasn't like she was complaining about the smell since she couldn't actually smell it herself. She tilted her head at Sonya. "I'm so surprised you invited everyone, Sonya. But gosh, it sure was nice of you." Cordelia said through her teeth as the tension in the room grew to a point where she was sure she'd end up cracking someone in the jaw. The supernatural auras piling in always made it difficult for her to handle.

(Getting back into the swing of things.)

Even though the tension between everyone was intense, they all used to be good friends. She knew opinions had changed of her for dating a vampire, but Gemma was alright with that, and she smiled at Nathan as he described the unpleasant odors he was forced to breathe in. But after his kiss rested upon her forehead and her hand squeezed his icy digits encouragingly, she smiled softly at him and sniffed softly against his jacket with a bright beam. "All I can smell is your lovely cologne. I am sure if anything more, you smell like frozen roses." She offered him a kiss on the cheek, rubbing his hand with her thumb as she turned towards the door and narrowed her eyes slightly to see Dominic and Cordelia standing there, Cordelia's friendly smile and wave only making Gemma relax slightly. She hadn't a problem with Cordelia; it was Dominic she didn't like.

As they entered inside the house, Gemma noticed it was dim, like how she and Nathan were forced to be in whenever daylight came around and it made her feel a bit better as she continued to hold onto Nathan's hand and felt his pressure increase. She understood he was uncomfortable, and her stomach seemed to churn at the fact that she had dragged him here, and she suddenly started to feel guilty as she noticed Sonya watching Nathan with strict, icy eyes and the judgmental stare over her own physique and expression. That made her feel a bit more defensive, and she continued to flick her head around with a growing tension in her muscles as her shoulder pressed into Nathan's side. She was starting to wonder why Sonya continued to remain in contact with her, but then... she remembered. She was more friends with Everett then anyone in this entire group. Everett had been her friend for a while, and never seemed to judge her the way everyone else had turned to face her. That's one of the strongest reasons she was here. And it made her feel... better.

"I don't mind leaving early." Gemma whispered into Nathan's ear softly, so softly no one could hear it but him as her gentle voice was able to go down so low to almost just lip movements and she smiled at him, clinging around his arm while her eyes flicked around carefully. "So, Sonya." She said in a more curt manner then anything, struggling to try and remain at a softer tone. "When's the fire supposed to start?"