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Dean Salvatore

The hunterus heroicus

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a character in “The Promise Made”, as played by Himekura

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DEAN SALVATORE
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G E N D E R
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17 1/2

S E X U A L I T Y
demi sexual

R O L E
Hunter


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H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'1" | 154 lbs

H A I R C O L O R & E Y E C O L O R
hazel/green, dirty blonde/brownish

S K I N T O N E
fair/tannish

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S C A R S, B I R T H M A R K S & T A T T O O S
a few scars from hunting, the only tattoo he has if of an anti-possession pentagram on his chest.

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So begins...

Dean Salvatore's Story

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Vampires Romantic? They've got to be joking. Dean couldn't surpress the glare clouding his features, even the mere mentioning of them put a sour taste in his mouth. Vampires aren't romantic, there ain't shit romantic about them. They're vicious things, they're the very reason mom died and nearly got him too if it weren't for dad. He was only eight at the time but damn was it a freaking wake up call.

"Vampires aren't cool, they're monsters."

He averted his gaze, turned his back to them and realized his pulse quickened. Jaw set, Dean tensed. Why is it that when things are finally calm, I get so anxious? As a habit he threw a quick glance at his surroundings, the others were either chatting or taking notes, the professor was lecturing and his eyes caught the shift of movement, a black crow perched on the branch of the tree outside, watching.

It smells like a familiar.

If it wasn't a vampire it was a piece of them, the things could create other things that worked as their eyes and ears, but was was it interested in him? What gives? Maybe it could tell he was a hunter. Well not like he could pretend it didn't come with the package.

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Dean's expression took an odd look at receiving such a reaction from the girl. She was different. That was all he could get off her. He'd glanced at her after accessing the crow that'd remained still as a statue, stuck to the branch outside despite the sheeting rain, watching the students inside the classroom with a deep interest unfitting to a bird of its nature. It wasn't normal, and for some reason he found its staring weird so he averted his gaze from the windows.

The crow cocked its head, beady coal black eyes stared directly at a certain girl seated besides an auburn haired English girl. The bird ruffled its feathers a bit at feeling weighed down by the relentless rain, the windows fogged up from the warmth within the room, rendering it much difficult to make out her features inside.

The watcher enthralling the bird from a distance to become his eyes swooned slightly as the lost of sight from the girl made the one controlling the animal loose interest quickly in keeping the connection with the bird. Although the watcher could no longer hold her in his sights he would not need to worry. So he kept his distance, after all, the hunter was here finally. He would protect her at all costs, whether he was aware of it or not didn't matter.

Only that she was safe.

By lunch time the sun peeked out and made the outside lunch area sparkle as its prisims of light reflected off the dew and droplets from the leaves and foliage of the trees. Some areas where even dry by then, suitable seating spots for students wishing to find a quite place to sit and eat lunch.

Beneath the shading of a big tree, seated on a white vintage bench, Dean tried to quietly discuss the situation forced upon him on such short notice, failing to ultimately.

"Why didn't you at least give me a heads up before I got here? I didn't come prepared." Dean explained trying to soften his rough tone that was heightening with his growing anger.

"Check the trunk of your car. You're ready. The skin walker can be anyone. Keep your eyes peeled for any suspicion and take it out." John, his father explained calmly, then provided his son with further tips on how to capture said creature, by looking for its glowing eyes when in human form along with its supernatural speed and strength, and making sure to be prepared to shoot it with the white ash dipped bullets provided in a 12-gauge, Remington, shot gun already loaded in the trunk.

"And why am I doing this? Not that I'm complaining or anything but wasn't this your case?" He asked calming down a bit.

He heard his father sigh deeply on the other end of the line, imagined him rubbing his temple as he usually did when he was stressed. "Yeah, only problem was that the "case" is in your School. The chairlady knows me already and would recognize me on the spot. But she wouldn't suspect you, which is wby I want you to take on it. When you're done, call me."

Dean flipped his phone shut, then stared at it for a moment. So this was it. His first official case. Let the hunting games begin.

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Lyra was sure glad her favorite subject of the day was up: Lunch Time! Racing out a class room she nearly ran into another new face, her books and novel dropped to the floor.

"Ah, I'm so sorry!"

"Hmm, it's alright... I wasn't looking either," The gorgeous guy said as he helped the brit up back on her feet, then assisted in gathering her dropped materials. On spotting the title of her current read by its binding, the other's sharp blue eyes glinted, interested.

"You're into vampires?" He asked, his tone silky and deep.

Lyra couldn't help blushing as she took the stuff he handed back to her. "Uh, yeah -I do hm..." She noticed him smirking at her and she flashed a smile back.

"I'm Lyra." She introduced kindly.
"Michael. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

She sparkled, it's as if he were royalty, he held such a noble sense to himself, though his aura she realized was gray and "cool". Not as dark as Dean's but in a way chilly -dangerous.

"I'm going to meet a dear friend for lunch, you can join." Lyra invited him.

Michael considered for a mili-second before shrugging, "I'd love to."


"Who is she?" Lyra asked Isabella as she sunk besides her friend and gently placed her books down beside her. She was so interested she forgot to introduce Michael to Isabella.

Michael slid his fingers into the pockets of his designer jeans, the lapis lazuli stone in the ring he wore on his middle finger reflected some light beautifully. He wore a fitted leather jacket over a basic, navy v-neck tee, jeans and ending with classy shoes. His tousled dark locks ruffled over his piercing eyes as he watched the lady in question stroll over to Salvatore -the hunter's son.

"That my girl, is Selene, I wouldn't cross her if I were you. She isn't as friendly as me." But I still adore her... He warned them, though his tone seemed almost playful.

Lyra heard him and came back to herself, "Uh-Isabella, this is Michael he's new too!" She glanced at him with an apologetic smile.





(I bring new character too!^^ I'll post his CP soon Hime!)

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Dean tapped the phone against his finger tips as his gaze shifted from the device, to his surroundings. He caught Isabella make her way to a tree. He looked away before she noticed. Something about her was different, he could practically feel her presence. Like a warm breeze in the air that made him become more aware of everything. Like he had to keep his guard up around her? Was she it? No, she couldn't be but why was he so sure it wasn't her? Had he met her once? Maybe, he'd have to ask dad but he'd probably not remember. They've been travelling for too long and met way too many people, and with dad's line of work it's only a given he'd keep his circle of acquaintences to the minimum. Dean sighed, it also meant he'd follow protocol, it was expected, the hunter's life was like that. He slid the phone into his pocket. Just play it cool, keep his eyes peeled. When the target is revealed then he'd strike. He couldn't just waltz in with a shot gun and not get noticed. That's just stupid. Maybe had dad been around he'd know exactly what to do.

The sound of wings flapped, Dean tore his gaze toward the obnoxious creature as it cawed and landed on the branch of the very tree Isabella sat under.

The same crow from this morning? It gave off a similar aura. Coincidence Crow? How annoying.

A certain someone was making her way toward him. He was already sizing her up by the time she reached within hailing distance and he tensed slightly, after all what could she possibly want from him?
Maybe she's a hunter too. She had the look in her gaze and her auras weren't as innocent as the students around.

So he naturally kept a wary eye on her and waited.

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"I wouldn't, Salvatore," Selene purred, feeling his itching to take hold of his pocket knife. Her expression remained straight and unwavering, even as she turned to look at him and her eyes flashed. "I need you to listen to me, and very carefully, because I am only going to say this once."

She walked over to his passenger side door and waited for him to unlock it. She sat inside and watched him expectantly until he did the same. She fingered the jewel on her hand, then looked him square in the eye. The windows were already beginning to fog, and she waited til they were mostly covered by the mist before she opened her mouth to speak again. She could sense his distrust- after all, Selene wasn't exactly the gentle type -and though the corner of her lip twitched, as if hinting the possibility of a smirk, her countenance remained frozen.

"As you know, this town is a hotbed of supernatural activity," she began, her voice soft and grave. "It would be foolish to believe you could handle this all on your own."

She pulled up the sleeve of her leather jacket and revealed a wildly intricate tattoo that spanned the length of her entire arm. Then she turned her hand so that the jewel on her finger flashed, quickly covering her limb as fast as she had bared it. Had Dean so much as blinked, he surely would have missed the sight: she bore the markings that only he and people like himself would understand, letalone see.

"That girl you've been staring at- and don't deny it- she's a target. They will be coming for her, and those she holds dear won't be shown the same mercy. There's only a few of us in this town and there could be as many as one hundred of them. These vampires will stop at nothing until they have her and kill anyone in their way. If they take her-"

The telltale caw of the infamous crow landing near the couple immediately cut off her sentence. She snappe her attention toward the creature, who seemed to be searching for them inside the car. She looked gravely at Dean, then turned and exited the car, walking away so swiftly she seemed to be on the verge of running.

From her perch beneath the oak tree, Isabella sipped the vegetable soup from her thermos and listened carefully as Michael and Lyra talked. Although it wasn't exactly rare, the fact that two new people showed up at the exact same time was just too strange. She couldn't help the odd, slightly uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach; yet, as she watched Selene reappear into the schoolyard lunch plaza, Isabella didn't feel threatened by the enigmatic and mysterious female.

"She's beautiful," Isabella whispered to Lyra, almost incredulously so. Then she turned to Michael. "So what brings you to Sable? I know it can't be for the weather."

She looked up at the grey sky, whose clouds were beginning to disperse with the rays of the sun breaking through the dreary veil. She sighed; she didn't like the rain much. It was a relief that it had stopped just in time for lunch, although she was sure it would probably continue when the students were called back inside to class. She was curious to know how the year would unfold- it seemed to have already gotten off to a pretty interesting start.

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Dean shook his head before searching his cell for any messages. None. Getting out of the car he was beginning to think that there was something oddly strange about that clingy crow. It's been hangin' around here too long. He even looked arounf wondering if he'd spot it somewhere all he did see was a little bat hanging upside down on a branch. The crow must have finally gone away or something. As he shut the car door and went to the trunk he thought back to Selene and her cryptic warning. Opening the trunk he saw the normal stuff he kept there, spare tire, an emergency road kit, a tool box of well, mechanic tools (yes he was that overly careful of his baby, so much so that he knows how to fix it if it breaks down on him) and a bunch of junk he just throws back there. Frowning he reached at the edge and pulled the entire bottom part up to reveal an arsenel of deadly hunter weapons beneath: guns, a cross-bow with assorted arrows?, rock salt bullets, hex bags, a bunch of knives, and a cleverly sawed off shot gun he picked up and looked at almost fascinated. Checking thfor ammo he found the white ash dipped bullets and an expectant smile filled his countenance with something akin to joy. He slipped that into a deep hidden pocket in his jacket and swipped the cloth bag he check had extra bullets with the white ash treatment inside. Also he noticed was a leathery old book tucked in beneath some of the weapons. He recognized it as the book of spells and latin chants most of them he remembered by heart. Effective in removing demons from possessing people and other useful things that could help when confronted by assaults.

His hunting instincts kicked in, he felt it an awareness that urked at him, making his skin crawl. Someone was watching him.

Slamming the trunk closed and stuffing the little bag of bullets in his jacket pocket he looked around, scanning his immidiate surroundings for the perp, ready with a flick of a pocket knife in his left hand and a small silver flask that contained holy water, the essentials every hunter should be equiped with no matter the level or years of experience in the field. A rule of thumb for him, you can't trust anyone except for family and close (tiny circle) of friends.

Making a 360 he walked a little away from his car, incase the skin walker might decide to pop up and say hi were to attack. In no way did he want his car to be involved in receiving any damages. As for himself he didn't really worry. It was something you had to accept once stepping into the hunter business. It was virtually impossible to leave a fight without so much as a scratch on you. He would love to meet the hunter that could claim a perfect battle. That'd be a laugh.

Hrart about to jump out of his throat and land on the black top as his feet, Dean sucked in a deep breath as he hadn't even noticed he'd been holding until now before calling out rather forcefully, "Whevever the hell you are, you better come out or I'll just blow yow your brains out!"

The bushes ruffled and he caught sight of glowing golden orbs reflected gently by the sunlight. He steadied his footing and whipped out the shot gun, aimed, and was about to pull the trigger.

Then a flapping bat attacked him, along with a feathered crow, nipping at his head furiously and he tried to bat them away his sense of danger heightening when suddenly they stopped and flew off.

Glancing at the bushes he saw that along with the beautiful eyes, upon further inspection was a crown of ebony locks and a familiar face he saw much more clearer as he neared the bushes. Hiding the weapon he said roughly with asharp exhale, "Isabella?"

Was she the skin walker? He sure hoped not.

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It was her and the shock look on his face was genuine. Instantly lowering the weapon down and away from her he slipped it just as quickly into his jacket, as he did so he hid the knife and flask back in their rightful places. Winded he took a split second to calm his frayed nerves and pretty soon he was back to being Dean the high-schooler rather than hunter. But now she kinda already knew his secret and was pissed as hell that she did, however that didn't mean he was going to be a dick to her she did not desrve it. Selene's voice echoed in his mind, leaving him that message in his mind. He felt his chest tighten, as if that woman had left an anvil crushing onto him.

With a sigh, his brows furrowing in frustration he looked at the girl and raised his hands to show her he wasn't her threat. "I'm sorry you had to see that. You aren't my target so relax." His tone wasn't the usual harshness as before, rather a bit relieved and well still edged with his tiny shock.

He noticed the fear in her gaze and her trembling, even stepping back as if she wanted to run she had even verbalized this desire and he got a bit scared bimaelf. After al no one was supposed to find out he was a hunter and before he could stop himself he reached out to her and latched his hand to her arm holding her closer to himself than he meant to. "Isabella it's alright. Just don't do that again, I'm sorry to freak you out but I can't let you just run off on me... Please don't tell anyone what just happened. I'll be in a shit load of trouble if you do and then I won't be able to get rid of the real threat..." His whisper was almost pleadingly poignant and he loosened his grip on her staring her directly in the eyes. No she wasn't the skin walker and that much alone was enough to grant him a level of certainty. Enough to loosen the tightness that consumed him, made his stomach coil and body tense.

His jaw set his eyes squinted a little as he let his words sink into her mind, she was beyond stoked he could imagine her trying to make sense of this crap. The thing is, noone but he could make sense of it and even he almost found himself still a bit in the dark on things. Maybe he could tell her the truth she was already half way there.

The crow watched them from its seating on a branch in the very tree Isabella had hidden near. The fact that those two below where okay now made the bird relax a bit and it settled down wbile keeping a wary eye on the hunter.

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A powerful blast of energy escaped the barrel of the Silver Moon gun. So potent was the force that it shook Dean to his bones. The bullets pummeled through the floating head of the pureblood child’s skull disrupting its shadowy particles to mere ashes. The lingering bats were decimated as a result. Dean’s electric blue eyes were wild, the pupils pulsing over his irises, the color drained from his face and he grit his teeth, the gun still firmly aimed in place he kept waiting, as if something more were to pop up and say hi.

“What the hell was that?” Isabella asked behind him, he was aware now that the little pressure on his arm were her own arms twined through his, she was equally rattled, perhaps more so. He pictured her golden orbs scanning the area, just to be sure that there were no more attacking bats around. Good girl.

After about a minute -which felt like an eternity, Dean responded, “Shadow puppets.” Before he finally tore his gaze from the sky to glance back at Isabella, his eyes roved her up and down, she looked alright so that was all that mattered to him. He ignored his own aches and lowered the gun, however that didn’t mean the threat was over. Something else was near, he felt the aura of it and found it quite familiar.

“We should get going-” He began, his brows knitted a mixture of intensity and anxiety as he gripped her hand, and walked back toward his car.

Isabella’s fingers slipped from his grasp and the hunter spun on his heel just in time to see a dark shadowy figure holding her bridal-style in his arms.

“Let her go!”

“Or what, you’ll shoot me?”

Dean didn’t like how still the girl was in the monster’s arms, it made his entire being jumpy and if it weren’t for the very reason that she was in that ass’ way, he would have shot him down.

“Aleron, you have ten seconds to tell me why you want her.”

The shadows cleared to form the very man in question and to no surprise for Dean he looked exactly the same as he’d seen him last several years ago, when his father and the pureblood agreed to sign a treaty of some sort in establishing the school.

Worry not Salvatore, you've done well in protecting her life, but there is something else that needs to be done, I will take care of it…meanwhile, you continue what you came here to do.

The thought probed into the hunter’s mind, he shook his head hating the piercing stare of those lurid crimson eyes, he tsked and said through clenched teeth, “You still didn't tell me what you’re gonna do to her!”

A soft glint touched the pureblood’s eyes, and the barest hint of a smile tugged at his lips “I’m going to clear her memories of this event that were never meant for her eyes to perceive, your secret will remain as it stands, take more precautions next time. “

Clear her memories “You have no right to-”

A powerful gust of air whipped around them and he was gone. Despite his resentment, the hunter had the deepest conviction that the bastard wouldn't hurt her. However that wasn't enough to calm him down and he had no choice but to hunt after the skin-walker.

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Dean grit his teeth,"You're late." He turned to the huntress who struggled with her stuck arrow. He shook his head slipping his gun away as he strolled away. "Just forget the damned arrow it's useless now."



Up above, a young woman clad in black watched the duo, Dean in particular, her lips curved into a smile, her hazel eyes lit up at seeing him. "Not the Ace Killer I remember, but still the same Dean...Guess I'll drop in on him later..." Veratos muttered toying with his Beretta 92F (which was illegally modified to fire a three-round burst) and his red and black Butterfly knife. She had yet to meet with him again after two years and return the weapons he left behind for his own stupid reasons. After watching him for a while since her arrival in Sable, she was beginning to think that he was forgetting about looking back into his long forgotten past, so she was here to give him a harsh wake-up call. He needed it --if he wanted a better chance to save those he cared about after all.

And of course she wanted to team up with him again after soo long, she missed having no one else to yell at!

She turned away from the ledge and walked away.

Veratos Holmes used to be his partner in this wild and dangerous business of hunting, she was the best at her job even when she'd been at it alone, her usual weapons of choice are a M1911 pistol (also known as Colt Government) and two undersized Japanese swords known as Kodachi. She figured that since he had great skills and because they were the "same" when it came to their fighting style (in which case they both tapped into their own powers while in combat) and not just because of his good looks she was gung-ho on joining him. From the get-go he had no problem enlisting her to work with, he was very easy going and more "fun" in her eyes, only now, since the accident, he's more flaky and serious. She even wondered if she could get the old Dean back, she pondered on this while going down the steps. Entering the halls, she passed by a cheer leader, hugging her boyfriend's arm close as if he might run if she loosened her grip on him, Vera found that suspicious, plus the fact that the girl was oozing icky dark aura.

So the huntress kept a close watch on her suspect.

Dean sighed and looked up to see the highest point of the school building, he was sure he'd felt a presence up there, shaking it off he tried to focus and searching for the target, but where was he to even begin searching?

"Come on Selene, gotta keep up if you're joining me..."

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Lyra had sat stiffly when Isabella had gotten up soon after going to find Dean. What felt like an eternity but was only ten minutes, she collected her things and Isabella's forgotten bag and books before standing and heading toward the direction she saw her best friend go. She paused when she reached the turning to enter the student parking lot, what she saw almost made her drop everything in her arms --Isabella was abducted by a...vampire?

"He doesn't seem to want to hurt her, if he did, he would have done so already..." Commented Katerina, she floated near her niece, also watching the scene.

"But...He's saying he's going to wipe out her memories...Do you think she saw something she wasn't meant to see?" Even Lyra wondered what it was that she "saw" and she worried even more for her.

Feeling another malignant aura caused the girl to look sky-ward to spot another figure, this one a female, watching them below and she couldn't help but shiver at the weird icy-ness tingling down her spine.

"Those two... aren't human...." Katerina informed her, the spirit's eyes narrowed as she stared hard at the new comer. She didn't like her presence either and was sure to stay on high alert if that lady were to encounter her niece.

Lyra whispered, her eyes still on the lady as she caressed a gun in her hands, staring at Dean she could only imagine. "Is she and Dean vampires too?"

Katerina shook her head, "I wouldn't call them that... but their auras are very similar. Be very wary of them both, especially Dean. Something about him isn't right, his aura-"

"I know his is darker than black, but he doesn't seem to want to hurt anyone..." Lyra's expression was sad and hurt, how could her aunt be so judgmental? Did she not see the guy try to save Isabella?

Then the woman turned and was gone.

At that, Lyra exhaled relieved, she thought for a split second that the lady was going to shoot somebody.

Tearing her gave to the parking lot she saw Dean walking out and he was telling Selene to follow him.

She was about to turn when she felt his eyes on her and she just stood there. "Um...Dean where's Isabella? She went after you a moment ago and never came back... She forgot her stuff..."

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"She went... Home." He answered tensly.

Dean half wondered if she'd seen anything, wishing all this had been dealt with in a more discreet place, say far, far away. He took the books and bag from her and told her that he would deliver them to Isabella personally, then ushered her back toward the winding, large school.

Lyra found his rushing her annoying and she glanced back, her firey hair bouncing around her small face, "Did her guardians come to pick her up?"

"Uh, I guess..."

"Then you have to take her bike too."

"What am I her delivery boy?"

"Oh but Dean, how will she get to school tomorrow?" The plucky red-head spun around to face him, her features scrunching into a super cute little frown on her pixie face. She crossed her arms pouting, "You have to!" She demanded.

Dean sighed, "And you can't do it yourself?"

"Uh-- I can't... maam' wouldn't allow me to. You see, she's very strict and..." her expression took on a level of sadness when mentioning her mom, but then she brightened up, an idea springing into her head, "What if I pay you my allowance?"

The hunter rolled his eyes, "I won't accept payment. Not from you or anyone, I'll do it okay, now... just go to class!"

She sparkled at him, "Thank you Dean!" She twirled and ran off.

"Guess I'm giving Lombardi a visit when all this crap is over," Dean grumbled, glancing back to see if Selene was following him. He walked down the hall and made it to his locker where he put all of Isabella's stuff there while making a mental note to remember to come back here later and get it all before leaving.

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Isabella lay in her bed, already changed from her morning attire to her nightgown, the pureblood had put her to sleep before taking the liberty to changing her vestments opting to leave her in comfort before he walked out of her life again. He left her clothing neatly folded on the window seat. Sighing sadly he stood beside her bed, watching her ever so longingly. If only...

He caressed her cheek with tender fingers, before picking up a strand of her shining, night locks, entwining the silken strands for a moment, before gently letting them slip away from his fingers. Gently he settled his hand atop her crown and dived into her memories, ripping the moment things went weird from today away from her forever -unlike compelling, this was much different, he wasn't making her simply forget, he wasn't surpressing the memories of that stupid child pureblood or seeing Dean go hunter-mode into the back-burner of her mind, he was actually absorbing them into his own. It would be much better for her life if she never knew. She would live easier, smile freely under the sun.

She will recall only having a normal one at school except for feeling sick and wanting to go home early to rest.

"When you awaken again, everything will be as it was before..." His voice was bearly a whispered.

But this was as far as he could go, as long as she was safe it mattered not if she even knew who he was, that too was a must, it was better if she didn't know him at all. It would prevent her from curiously trying to figure him out and ruining everything. He built this world around her, a safe haven so that she would be always perfectly intact. He knew the threats after her blood and he was working his own deadly plan to eliminate them.

The only evidence of his visits were the tall American beauty rose he left at her door step everyday, which was sure to be left at her doorstep today after he departed.

After looking at her sleeping face for as long as he could manage to refrain from getting any closer, he finally broke away into a flurry of tiny bats that flapped quietly out her open window that he closed. Then below at her front porch an evanescent hand appeared from a small cluster of bats that broke away from the pack to deliver the rose.

And he was gone.

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"Aww I missed the party!" Micheal said in mock upset, he appeared from behind a tree after finding Selene giving up on her arrow retrieval. He smiled brightly as he watched the hunter go off with the girl, he slipped right next to her, "So Avalon took Lombardi huh? What a shame, I wanted to meet her!"

He reached for the arrow and with a single pull, got it out -but it broke and he looked shocked for a second fearing Selene's rage and he handed it to her smiling apologetically, "Sorry ma petite, it was sure to happen, the tree does not like to get poked by these things and was gonna keep a piece of it regardless. I'll but you new ones!"

Then Michael looked after the hunter, cocking his head at him as he disappeared into the school, "You know, he isn't all he seems, that Salvatore boy... Are you sure you want to join him on his quest?"

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Lyra wondered about that boy as she continued to attend all her classes. He wasn't in any of the afternoon classes and she couldn't help but think something strange was going on. In the last class of the day, Henry Stiles and Lecille Roberts the quarter back and his cheerleader girlfriend were missing. Four seats were empty, which meant that perhaps they were all skipping the last period. She sighed as she returned her gaze to the front of the class. I hope Isabella is okay...

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Vera hid around the corner, watching the hunter as he quickly glanced through the glass windows of the class room doors, searching with a hunter's eye for the monster. That he would never find at this rate. Obviously she knew what he was searching for wasn't there --not even close. He needed help so she stepped in, disguising herself as a student by shapeshifting into a familiar face, the better to capture his attention with.

Dean held the butt of his shot gun as he stealthily peeked from one room to another, in the halls searching for the skin walker, Selene was on another floor doing the same, he had quickly exchanged digits with the huntress soon after the second to last period to skip the remaining classes and help him with this. Though he had no idea what he was going to do after he found the perp, what if it was in a class room acting like a student? he couldn't just barge in and shoot. Too much attention and the problem would get worse unless he found a way to lure it out --Isabella was walking down the hall and he froze at seeing her.

"Dean..." She whispered, disappearing around the corner.

It took him a heart beat to react, wasn't she just taken by Avalon? And why did he get these weird vibes from her? The pressure he picked up from her was powerful and not anything he'd noticed on her before. What the hell did that guy do to her?

"Isabella, hey!"

He watched her continue on, a silent invitation to follow and he did so with a powerful urgency welling up in side him, if he didn't reach her, if something was wrong with her he didn't know what could happen. She left down the stair case and was quite fast, he was surprised he almost lost her.

While he kept a steady pace after her, he reached for his cell and pressed the number 7 on the device, having saved Selene's number on speed dial for instances as these, he almost tripped as he spun around to exit the first floor, "Selene I'm on the first floor, Isabella's here --Did you find the target yet?" He spoke into the cell a little breathless as he shoved the door open and caught the sight of Isabella almost running down the hall.

"Isabella wait!"

She was slowing down as she walked through the long corridors aligned on both sides with lockers, then she stopped ultimately in the middle of the hall, turned around and stared back at Dean, pointedly, waiting.

The hunter paused mid-way, he stared at her closely, her features were unreadable to him and he flipped the cell shut.

The deafening sound of someone being slammed against the lockers made the girl turn toward the source, she simply stood there watching the two teens around the corner in the "kissing hall" fight?

Dean raced after her, he got in front of her and told her to run, and already had the shot gun whipped out, aiming it at two other class mates there. He didn't recognize any of them, but their clothing were enough to tell they did attend Rosen Hale. The opressive aura had vanished and when he glanced behind him Isabella was gone! He turned to the two teens there, and saw cheerleader girl towering over the giant foot ball-looking guy.

"I want your body..." She hissed, her hands seized him by the collar and her eyes flared golden -too bright.

"Hey!"

Startled, she glanced up to see the hunter, cheerleader girl said, "Holy crap!"

Pulling the trigger, making sure to aim for the head, he tsked annoyed when football guy yelled a terrifying "Noo!" and reached for his girlfriend, pulling her away from shooting range.

"I- can't deal with this right now..." Cheerleader girl growled, much quietly she said to her boy toy, "I'll come back for you later." She pulled away and ran out into the nearest exit.

"Damn it, they always run!" Dean sprang after his target now knowing what she looked like, busty blonde, in red and white cheerleader uniform. She was also fast, that he'd been warned about, he really wished the football idiot hadn't interveined or this case would have already been over. Hopefully. Giving chase outside, Dean followed the flash of blonde hair, the girl was heading for town if she switched to another body he'd loose her for sure.

Keeping up wasn't too hard, he felt a high dose of adrenaline shoot up his veins like a miracle increasing his speed ten-fold. If someone were to see this, they'd only notice two streaks of red and white, being the creature Dean hunted and grayish black streaming one after the other.

Curses, I can't shake him, maybe I should just distract him- The monster's thoughts were interrupted when someone slammed into her, knocking her down. It was a stranger in a black cloak, that jumped out of the way as quickly as it came.

Dean aimed and was gonna pull the trigger when the blonde cheerleader jumped twenty feet into the air instantly and landed atop a roof of a store and headed east.

"Here we go." Dean jumped up to land atop a car, with one foot he pushed off that, gaining higher air he landed closer to the target and he shot at her, but she was super quick at evading the bullets. She continued to flee, the hunter was hot on her heels keeping up effortlessly. Some how he found the chase much more invigorating, maybe he didn't want to kill her just yet. And where the heck was Selene meanwhile? Hopefully she was up on the roofs too, free-running and could cut cheer-monster off. A big hopefully! The hunt could be fun, maybe even exciting, but if anyone got hurt that was always bad. Dean didn't want anyone else getting involved with this, which was why he seemed relaxed that the chase was above instead of below.

"I'm proud Salvatore, you're catching up fast. Which means you haven't changed at all..." Vera commented from another roof top near by. She changed back to her original self and remained close to him, like a spectator, simply watching and only assisting when necessary but since he was still new at realizing his abilities this all seemed a tiny bit dull. The old Dean could have taken out this pest in seconds without the effort of chasing.

But still, great entertainment, she followed him silently.

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Aleksei ancestor of the Avalon bloodline instantly destroyed the two fools that accompanied the attacker, saving this one for last. He ripped into the messenger's throat, drinking his blood before tearing his heart out, keeping the little one close he snarled viciously into his ear, "Message received." Then he pulled out a blade that crackled in his hand, burning away at his flesh in his grip and he swung.

The man's head popped into the sky before shattering like glass to pretty, reflective sandylike ashes.

"You're next Morrigan..." Aleksei hissed, eyes burning red as the pulsing moon.

The ancestor turned and headed back to Lombardi's place. Inside the house he heard the hunter hurry about, trying to treat Isabella's mortal wounds. Reaching the girl currently seated on the couch with a towel pressed onto her injured neck he touched her head, grabbing her attention, "Everything will be alright, I promise you." He whispered with a gentle smile.

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"How long are you going to keep doing this to her?" Dean asked clearly annoyed. He leaned against the door frame of her room, watching the pureblood put her to sleep. It was very late and Billy kept calling, worried for him.

Aleksei quietly replied, "As long as needed." He straightened and turned toward the window. Do vampires not know how to use a door? Dean thought, detecting the blood of another vampire on him, he knew things were just going to get worse.

"I gave her my blood to heal her wounds and destroyed any evidense of this occurence from her mind. Take care of her for me, there is some business that requires my attention."

Dean scoffed, "No shit. You're going after Selene aren't you?"

"Yes."
"You're going to kill her?"
"That's the plan."
"She's my partner."
"Not anymore."

Dean said seriously, "You know, this lie you've built around Isabella is nothing but your dream. It can't last forever."

"I am aware of that." Aleksei never glanced back.

"Good, because you gotta wake up and stop doing that, you can't keep hiding her and running from the truth because then it'll find you. And punch you in the gut, and if you keep trying to pretend that the world is safe when it isn't she'll never see it coming," He scoffed and put his hands on his hips as he looked at her, "Trying to keep that dream alive will destroy you. It'll destroy everything."

"And that's why you're here. You're the truth hunter, so give her a Korth and teach her to aim and shoot. I will continue my plans."

"Which plan might that be?"

Aleksei flitted out the window.

Destroying all vampires

Dean actually smiled at that weird pureblood's idea. "Goodluck with that one. You'll need it."

Then the vampire was gone.

Leaving a black wolf with red eyes to keep watch in the woods below Aleksei sized up with the lurking Veratos Holmes.

"You're either my friend or my foe. Pick one." He addressed her cooly.

Her eyes sparkled at the deep red moon's light and she locked her gaze with him. "You tell me ancestor."

He nodded to her and went away leaving the huntress to do her own with Salvatore. The two after all were the same of a kind.

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Dean crossed his arms and glanced inside the room, Isabella was in her bed, in another night gown and dreaming. When Aleksei had walked in, the hunter was going to shoot him but then he told him he was gonna help her "get better", then took her upstairs. Dean had left in that moment to get his car back at scool and drive back to Isabella's place. Once he'd returned he came prepared with everything to protect the house from anything benevolent. Nothing can get in, not with all the traps he'd set up. This felt like he was preparing for an apocolypse or something. Pacing deeper into her room he sat on the window seat and glanced down just to see a figure darting back into the woods.

Whatever or whoever it was had no chance to break in. That he was sure of, however like the paranoid hunter he'd grown to become he wouldn't leave Isabella's side for anything in the world.


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Flying with her long, deadly Lune scythe, Mina Avalon's crimson eyes stared ahead at the ebony night. She felt his heavy sense pressure closing in and she bit her lower lip in anticipation. He may be her fiancé, but he wasn't averse to retaliating at anyone who stood in his way including her. However she knew he wouldn't kill her, he'd never do that.

"Mina I thought I told you to stay home. It's not a good night for playing huntress." Aleksei's tone sounded pleasant but she knew him well enough to recognize the mask he wore so well to conceal his agony.

And she was the only one who went this far.

Tensing beneath the velvet black cloak, the pureblood seventeen year old girl pulled down her hood to reveal her lucious golden wavy locks, she gripped her weapon and realized the one he held in his hand now mere skeleton bones gripping the sword had been drawn. Where did he get a hunter's weapon from? Yet that was the least of her problem, it was what he planned to do with it was the main issue here. That's what she came for to stop him.

"I'm not letting you hurt Michael or Selene, they're my friends too!" She announced glaring at her beloved stubbornly.

"I don't want to hurt you Mina, but you're in my way --please move."

A loud clang of metal against metal echoed in the night.

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Isabella stirred from her sleep. Her brows became furrowed and a gentle moan escaped her lips. She began writhing around on her bedsheets, which were tangling themselves around her small frame. Her head tossed from side to side, and her mouth seemed to be forming words and incomprehensible sentences. The bite marks on her throat began to disappear, and once they were completely gone, she jerked awake with a frightened cry. Sweat dripped from her forehead and she looked utterly terrified.

When she searched around her room, she saw Dean seated at her windowsill, staring out into the dark forestry that encased her home. Confused, she called out to him, sitting up and throwing her legs over the side of the bed.

"Dean?" she murmured quizzically. "What...what are you doing here?"

She brought a tiny hand to her throat as if she were searching for a wound, her face contorted with confusion when she felt nothing but smooth, undefiled flesh. Her breaths were even, but her heart was still racing from the nightmare that seemed all too real. She looked down at her form, clothed in her night dress, and grew even more puzzled.

"What happened?"

In the distance, Selene could feel Avalon's daunting presence approaching. She knew her impending doom, but she wasn't necessarily prepared to face it, especially after listening to Michael's plea. She could read his emotions as if they were written on paper, and she knew part of him was glad that they could now be immortal together forever. She sighed, looking back at the wolf whose icy detainment was beginning to melt.

"Honestly, I don't know," she responded when Michael questioned his loyalty to her. "But I know he's Isabella's. He's the only thing that stopped me from tearing her throat out..."

She seemed to have thought of something as her voice trailed away.

"I...I thought he was the threat," she continued, breaking one of his massive paws from the ice. "But now I see that he is not. I've never failed a hunt, and now look at me..."

The beast broke free, a low rumble in his throat becoming audible as he circled around Selene to stand in between her and Michael. Its icy eyes observed him challengingly, and by its posture, it was apparent the creature was ready to strike at any given moment. A snap of twigs alerted the wolf, then it turned and bounded into the overgrowth, leaving them be.

The clang of metal snapped Selene's attention toward the source. The scent of pureblood filled the area like a bitter odor, masking the musky scent of Michael's blood, which was becoming increasingly more irresistible to her. The aquamarine color of her eyes once again became defiled by the primal crimson, the veins branching out from her lids until they resembled a ghastly looking mask. She felt her incisors bud from her gums, and she inhaled, closing her eyes as he touched her face.

In trusting Michael, she looked at him almost desperately, then finally allowed herself to sink into his chest. With the rhythm of his heartbeat, his earthy aroma became overwhelming, and she lifted her head so that her lips pressed into the crook of his neck. She could almost hear his blood flowing, and that proved too much; so she wrapped her arms around him, and with a shameful cry, she sank her teeth into his flesh.

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"It looks like you're in my house, uninvited," she snapped back, crossing her arms over her chest. "If you aren't going to answer my questions then get the hell out. I don't even know how you got inside in the first place!"

She walked over to her bedroom door, annoyed, and stood beside the threshold, watching him expectantly. Her bare little foot tapped on the wooden floor in rhythm with her irritated heartbeat. What nerve! she thought, scoffing and rolling her eyes. Who does he think he is, showing up in my room unannounced and being snappy with me? I should hit him!

But as she observed his back her tension slightly waned. Even though he annoyed her, she couldn't help but admit she was just a little glad that he was there. But then again...

She walked over to her drawers and began putting jeans and a t-shirt on. She glanced over her shoulder, and without another word continued toward the foyer.

"I'm going to look for Lyra," she called from another room. "You can show yourself out."

As she stepped out onto her porch, there was a gentle crackle from beneath her toes. Instinctively she looked down and saw that she was standing on an envelope, and beside it a long stemmed red rose lay. Curiously, she picked up both, then continued out into the street, which was beginning to fog over with the cool of the night. In all honesty, she had no intention of searching for Lyra; in fact, she was headed somewhere entirely different, but she wanted to be alone. A shiver pulsed up her spine, and she looked tentatively over her shoulder, though she couldn't see anyone following.

It wasn't long before she reached the empty cemetery. Only the peaks of the endless rows of headstones could be seen above the mist, but she weaved through the aisles with effortless precision, retracing the steps to the path she had burned into her memory. Upon reaching a lonely willow tree at the top of a hill, she looked down at a grave partially obscured by wild overgrowth, then knelt down until she could see the name.

Within the graveyard, a gentle glow like the outline of a man could be seen; but only to the trained eye. It seemed to be wandering aimlessly, until reaching a little distance near Isabella, where it then froze, as if watching her in awe.

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Sighing heavily as he waited, the hunter stood after hearing her footsteps descend the stairs below, then he saw her walking outside, bearly visible in the misty night seemingly engulfing her up. It urked him how she could be so impulsive. A walk alone at 3 a.m. was perfectly alright, nothing bad could possibly happen. Did she not ever watch the news? It was senseless crap like this that got stupid girls like her kidnapped, raped, and killed. Good grief. Streatching his arms bove his head, Dean decided to follow her, where she was going he knew wasn't at Lyra's house. Isabella was headed elsewhere, she obviously didn't want him to pursue after her and had lied just to probably get back at him for being a dick. He deserved it, hell he wouldn't want to hang out with himself either, but that's just how he was, a miserable mess. If only he could play nice, if only his personality could switch to kindness instead of what he was now. But it was that way of being that has kept him alive so far. He could not change his attitude to suit everyone, that was just how he was.

And she couldn't be blamed, it wasn't her fault his life was soo crapy that it molded him into an even crappier person. Frankly he wanted to disappear into his car, drive very far away and live somewhere no one would find him. Would that solve his problems? No. Would that make his anger and sadness go away? Also, no. Would that save Isabella or anyone that could use his help from impending doom and death? Wait for it -No. It couldn't be helped, even if she wanted him to leave he couldn't and he would have loved to have left, go home, eat something warm, go to bed, drive off at day break, but as a hunter and knowing that she was a monster magnet he just couldn't stay away.

As he pushed the glass open and stepped out into the crisp cool night, he clenched his jaw and stepped off the window ledge. Maybe if her memories hadn't been wiped clean she would have recalled the little incident with the pureblood S.O.B. that tried to eat her this afternoon, known that despite Dean's mean streak he meant her well. Had tried to protect her and even so had considered her safety when the idiot pureblood Avalon had popped up outta no where and snatched her away. Not only taking her, but taking that brief moment they shared, when she had held onto him during the attack, he knew that she knew that he was trying to be a hero. Save her when she had thought he was a terrible "animal" hunter. A moment lost forever.

Doing what he did and trying to make sense of the gihugic load of crap that was the world and its never ending beastly surprises it was a wonder how he had yet to crack.

He tried not to think about it, thinking about the past always made him think even before that and the life he'd lived so far, and the huge gaps of empty memories he'd been secretly wondering about. Why did it feel like he had forgotten something important? Leaving the forest to enter the town he climbed up a small store and free-walking from one roof top to another like a stealthy assassin, he couldn't fight the urge to turn back and make sure he wasn't being followed himself. He could feel someone close behind him, it was the same sense he'd picked up earlier today, when the pureblood kid had attacked them, but with the black of night around him only heightening his senses it was hard not to feel a tiny bit panicky. Could it be that he was afraid? Well, maybe, his pulse was racing and he'd already drew his gun and when his inner hunter instincts kicked in and sent alarm bells raging in his mind he knew it was never wise to ignore it.

Isabella crossed the street entering the surprisingly still open Sable cemetery. The only one this town had, that was another oddity, this town was full of "onlies" only one supermarket,only one café, only one high school, college, movie theater e.t.c., why was that? No time to wonder though, whatever was after Isabella he had to take out, and whatever it was he was sure to find it since Isabella had a giant neon sign floating above her head with an arrow pointing down at he that proudly proclaims, here I am, come and get me! She also promised to be just as stubborn and hard headed, she didn't know what simple commands like "Stay back, get away!"or, "Run!" meant, recalling the incident with Selene he figured those were memories she should have "kept" so that she'd know how to react next time something like that happened. Why Avalon mind-screwed her was still a mystery to him, he didn't get the logic there --she'd find out about all this eventually.

Hopping off the roof of an establishment, Dean went into the cemetery after her, only lingering a little behind so that she wouldn't notice him. Not that it would make much of a difference if she saw him or not.

Leaning against a headstone he slid one hand into his pocket and gripped at his keys inside, while the other tightened on the gun. The feeling of eyes watching him only gradually decreased or was it the aura that came with it? In any case, he would just have to wait and decided instead to watch his charge. This was beyond strange, why was she here? He knew she was here paying a loved one a visit that was clear as water, but why now? Most people would freak out at the notion of being even near the grave yard. At night. Like he had thought before, this girl was different, weird, his kind of weird.

Finding the silence irritating he looked around, making a 360 of his surroundings, the quiet felt like a sort of physical presence, heavy and just as consuming as the dark. The weak full moon's odd red glow sent creepy shadows withering slightly upon the headstones it fell on. Hunter or not he hated the cemetery, any to be exact, the only time you'd ever find him here would be if a case dragged him to the point where he was forced to have to pay one a visit, dig someone's grave and salt&burn the bones of that dead person's body in order to get rid of the pesky ghost that decided to stay and haunt/ kill people. Even so he'd do that job quickly and leave. Being here with the naive and clueless Isabella only made his nerves tighten like piano wire.

"You know, there is such a thing called 'visiting-hours', where you could stop by during the day and do this. Like normal people would, so, are you gonna hurry this up so we can go home. Where it's safe?" He finally addressed her, his tone was almost pleasant yet still laced with impatience, paranoia and tention all wrapped into one. He looked like he was just about ready to shoot something, he looked around again, someone was watching them and he absolutely hated this situation.

"So you found me out, bravo Salvatore, now you can be properly rewarded. I bring gifts." A sultry, silken voice tumbled from the lips of a figure that stepped away from the shadows to reveal itself in the moonlight. It was a young woman, perhaps no older than Isabella, but with a mysterious smile that gave him bad vibes. Now what did she want?

"Who the hell are you? Don't tell me, you're going after her too so that I can skip the intro and pump so many holes into you 'till you're swiss cheese?"

Yup, he aimed the Silver Moon directly at her, dead center.

The woman's lips tugged into full grin and she brandished the baretta and knife from behind her, "Now that's not how we treat old pals is it Salvatore? Last I checked, you wanted to drop hunting and the terrible woes that came with it. You were so sick of it, all you craved was a normal life and even now you still do," she chuckled humorlessly, her expression flirty and dark, "I've been observing you and though you may think you're a different person, what's inside hasn't changed at all. I'm Veratos, but you liked to call me Vera," she began a slow pace toward them a soft touch changing her features as she reminisced the good 'ol times, "you said it was a satisfying name and easy to pronounce. Not so complicated. If it isn't obvious I'm a friend, so aim that crappy gun elsewhere or you won't get the real treat I keep right here." She rose the closed knife to her chest and gestured at the pretty cross-like pendant hanging from the end of her chain. She smiled, showcasing rows of perfect pearly whites.

Dean shook his head. Another nut job, though this one pretty. It still wasn't enough to calm him, she brought with her a heavy dose of thick, concentrated dark aura he'd never agree with no matter how many gifts she presented. So the crappy gun still remained aimed right at her head. Just had to pull the trigger.

"Jeez, what will it take for you to lighten up boy? I'm not here to fight you, even if I was I'd kick your ass no doubt. Dean, we're on the same team here."

Dean edged toward Isabella, not liking the way Veratos was inching closer and closer to them.

At seeing his fierce glare she hesitated, "Look dummy, I'm giving you your original weapons of choice back, take it or leave it-"

"Why do you have them if they're mine? How'd you find me? And what makes you think I'll believe any of the bull you're feeding me?"

She shrugged, "Was kinda hoping you wouldn't be so pushy and just take the stuff no questions asked... You really don't remember me at all do you Dean?"

"No. I don't."

"Then I wonder if taking this might jog your noggin a bit," Vera slipped the butterfly knife into her back pocket before tugging at the cross pendant from her necklace free, tossing it up into the sky she whispered a latin chant to undue the spell placed upon the object and in an instant, evanescent swirls of blue and white light encircled the small thing and a tiny sound like a bells tinkling could be heard, then the spell broke and what was disguised as a jewel burst like fireworks and shot to the earth. Its sharp edge struck the ground, the jewel turned out to be a large sword with red symbols on its onyx blade. The light soon faded and the weapon was left there glowing eerily, supercharged with even more supernatural power than Dean had ever felt before. This day just got better and better.

"What... is that... a trick?"

That is the Rebelus blade and it's yours. I've managed to keep it safe and close to my heart all this time. You owe me a big one when and if you ever get your memories back." Vera explained peering at it proudly.

"That thing is mine?" Dean asked both shocked and dubious.

She groaned getting bored with this, "Yes. Just take it already and re-connect with it please before its power gets picked up by a monster and you loose it."

Dean glanced back at Isabella, wondering her take on this, he imagined how bizarre this must seem for her and he wouldn't blame her if she thought they were all bonkers.

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The evanescent form that lingered near Isabella crept just a bit closer, now materializing as a man, though the girl did not notice him. A handsome, prominent face with yearning dark eyes gazed at her in such utter wonder, it was as if he were looking at his bride. His pretty lips moved, though no sound came out, and it appeared that if any had, he might be stuttering and at a loss for words. A long arm reached for her, gentle fingers begging to touch the warmth of her face, though his translucent touch would not allow it.

"M-Maria...?" he whispered, his voice cracking in agony. "Maria, my love...can it...can it be?"

A twig snapped where Dean had set his foot, alerting the girl of his presence and thus causing her to instinctively shift her attention in his direction. Although the gorgeous apparition stood between her and Dean, Isabella could see nothing of his existence, in all of its grandeur. He seemed young, perhaps about 21, and dressed with the distinguished poise of a Victorian era gentleman. The pain in his voidlike eyes heightened when he realized that Isabella could not acknowledge him, and it even appeared that he might cry. However, when Dean and his new stalker began conversing, he stepped away, retreating into the long, sheltering branches of the willow tree beside her.

Isabella rolled her eyes. Not even in the middle of the night at an empty graveyard could she happen upon a time of peace and quiet. She took the rose and abandoned it on the grave before she stood and began to walk away without so much as a glance at the quarreling hunters. She didn't get very far before Vera's necklace exploded into a brilliant little showcase of lights, which Isabella gazed at with a mixture of horror and awe. She looked at Dean, immediately feeling threatened, then backed away into the mist. It continued to grow thicker and obscured the surroundings even heavier. Even Isabella's hair blended into the shadows, leaving nothing but her warm golden eyes in sight.

She looked at the envelope still clutched tightly in her hand, and as she inspected the calligraphic handwriting, a gentle hiss could be heard from behind the mausoleum. She turned and saw the outline of a young man, who, as she stepped nearer, saw was their age. His eyes were an almost supernatural tone of yellow, and the swell of his lips gave him the face of Adonis. His hair was dark and long, though combed very elegantly, and he wore nice looking clothing. He didn't seem American, just by the way he carried himself and his attire. With a nod of his head and a welcoming smile, he gestured for Isabella to come near. A perfectly timed clang of metal hitting the earth snapped her attention back to the hunters, and when she looked for the boy near the mausoleum, he was gone.

"I have had it with the weirdness," she muttered, walking past the two to get to the iron gate. "I'll see you later, Dean. Goodnight."

And with that, she began her trek back home, fading into the mist.

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Metal on metal clanged against each other as both purebloods battled it out. The scent of Michael's blood filled the air, both Aleksei and Mina detected it and she glanced toward the direction of her friend for a split second, leaving an opening which Aleksei gladly took, swiping his weapon at her, she flinched back from the blade but it still nicked her on the cheek, blood trickled from the wound and she shot him a look of shock and panic.

His eyes softened and he frowned, just as quickly, he lowered the blade, moved in closer and with a gentle hand, dabbed at her cheek, regret filled his expression.

"You won't kill her..." She hissed, pouting, allowing him to ouch her as he wished, giving him that much freedom with her. She loved him too much to attempt at getting him back, actually this battle in itself wasn't supposed to be so harsh. She hadn't expected him to actually attack her at all. She did hope that it would be enough to make him change his mind.

While holding her steady gaze, he considered, for a moment, then smiled mysteriously. Taking a few strands of her long golden hair and twining it in his fingers an almost pleased expression crossed his usually stoic countenance as a thought crossed his mind.

Since Mina couldn't read his mind she had no way of knowing what terrible idea he was thinking of, and it scared her. "Aleksei!" Her voice rang with a commanding tone, she wanted him to stop keeping secrets from her, but this may be a part of him that may never change, and that was annoying.

"Go home and rest Mina, I'll take care of everything." Aleksei reassured her calmly, letting her silken hair slip away from his fingers like water, his own body swallowed up by the thick night shadows.

"If you do this know that I will never forgive you!" Mina shouted as his being disappeared into the darkness.

Soon the pureblood found Michael and Selene, his smile spread deeper as he hesitated a few feet from the couple, he raised a brow, the anti-vampire blade pulsed in his grip, as though sensing the near by vampires.

He asked rather cooly, "Am I interrupting something here?"


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Dean followed Isabella to her home, kept his distance when she was approached by the vampire and simply watched them interact, all the while he held Rebellus ready in his palm to slice the monster down in half, he also had Silver Moon aimed at the sucker, finger on the trigger, eyes narrowed dangerously at the target, watching him for even the slightest sign of threat to the girl.

The vampire flirted with her, and she was gaga for him, and the hunter wasn't surprised at that, Isabella was a vampire fan, with what he'd seen of her eyes glued to a vamp novel during class today, he was sure she'd even end up falling in love with the leech. It looked like she already was. The slick devil invited her to Roma, he did tell her to visit him there. And with that swoon on her face, he knew she would. How could she resist his silken, smooth voice, and angelic charms. Pssh, Isabella must really want a death wish.

"I'm surprised you didn't shoot," Vera commented casually, watching the hunter with a knowing grin.

"The bastard didn't give me a reason to." Dean responded with a sigh lowering the gun after the vampire left. Hiding it in his jacket he seemed to relax some when Isabella retreated within the safety confines of her home. Swinging the blade up to rest over a shoulder he stifled the urge to yawn before glancing back at Vera who was still there. He wondered what she'd wanted from him, surely she hadn't decided to drop by just to give him his supposed weapons without having a good enough reason to.

"You're still here why?"
"I'm working with you on this case, whether you like it or not," she replied matter of factly.
"Don't get any funny ideas, this doesn't change what I think of you."

She chuckled lightly, "Well we're just gonna have to hang out more often so that can change." She sounded so sure.

Dean shrugged, he'd give her a shot, so far she hadn't yet done anything worth keeping her on his high suspicious list. Like say, Aleksei. So, for the mean time he was gonna let her "join" him on this case but as soon as she made a heel face turn, he was gonna pump her full of holes until she became a human Swiss cheese. Definitely. Speaking of working with someone, he wondered how Selene was holding up, she may be turned but that didn't mean she wasn't a hunter, and she would fight like one. He wished she was here to help him with this puzzle. What was with Isabella, why was she a monster magnet?

"Do you really want to work with me on this?" Dean asked, returning his wary gaze to the quiet, still house.

"I said I would, didn't I?"
"Then I need you to do me a favor."
"Anything."
"Do you know a hunter named Selene Morrigan?"
"Yup, I have been keeping tabs on you all day, so anyone you've been associating with as of late, I'm aware of." Vera admitted shamelessly.
"Did someone send you out to track me?"

She shook her head smirking at the look on his face, "No call this a personal mission of mine. I came here to recruit you, that's why I returned your weapons to you. It's a shame you still haven't remembered me yet but it may come to you later Dean, now what's the plan?"

"Find Morrigan wherever she is and get her over here, if I'm not here then we meet at Billie's I'll text you the-"

She interrupted him by putting up a hand, "Already know where it is, and I don't know why you would need a turned vampire to help you when she's the same beast that had attacked and nearly killed your charge today but whatever," Vera rolled her eyes, "Alright, I'll get her for you. Won't take long."

"I need her to tell me if she's ever met fancy pants Lorenzo, and maybe even why the hell he know's more about her than he should. Even if he says who he says he is, I'm not buying it. The chick's never even met him in her life and he decided to drop in and say hi? Major flags right there." Dean explained in case the vampire huntress questioned her.

She nodded getting it, "By the looks of it, you don't like him." She observed, before she turned about to leave.

"No shit Sherlock," Dean muttered, sensing a thick concentration of dark energy heading toward them. Fast.

Something large and quick lunged at him so forcefully that he nearly got knocked back with whatever the heck it was.The hunter managed to pull his sword up in time to block the assault which turned out to be a hideous supernatural monster.

"Tormoied's keep your guard up!" Vera warned him, leaping gracefully into the air as one tried to swipe down at her with powerful, sharp claws, she pulled out her twin blades from behind her and shot down at it in lightening speed, slicing the creature through. It's body erupted to black, thick and pungent smoke at being destroyed. "You sure you got this?" She asked, as she went after another as it tried to reach Isabella's home.

"I got it, just go!" Dean yelled as he swung down at the demon minion finishing its existence. He was surrounded by five of them, all agreeing to gang up on him. They were not vampires, this much he knew, they were demons, but of a lower level, and even so, this was bad. So many of them out here suddenly, they could have only crossed over through a Hell Gate some ass opened up he was sure of it, as the sun rose in the sky every morning. He now had to find out where, close it, before this problem got bigger and not only would Isabella's life be in danger, but Sable entirely.

They came from the direction of the school, but he had yet to realize that.

Swinging powerful blasts of fiery flames towards the lot, Dean was able to destroy most of them, one had shrunk away from the battle and was sneaking up the roof of the house, attempting at slipping into the girl's open window. A crimson, clawed hand touched the window sill, lurid eyes peeked in, its jaws gaped open, showcasing rows of razor sharp incisors, craving the girl's flesh and blood. The demon was just about to pounce into the room when Dean appeared from up above, crashing down at it with his feet, kicking the monster off her window.

"There ain't shit to see here ugly, now you're pitiful life is over!" He bellowed.

The hunter pushed off the ledge with one foot, pulled out his Silver Moon, aimed and fired a few rounds while simultaneously striking through the demonic creature with Rebelus. The impact sent a large jagged line straight across the earth, cracking it in, forming a V-shape, that extended through the woods a couple of yards. When the monster busted, its energies breaking up into the night sky which was starting to brighten a bit with the dawning sun, he yanked the weapon up from the ground and flipped it over, it stuck to his back like a magnet, attracted to his own dark energies and he smirked, both impressed and amazed. Then that happy moment died out just as quickly as it came when he noticed the totaled forest path.

"Ah, great, you guys left me with a mess... I'm no good with landscaping, someone's gonna have to cover this..." He thought aloud as he took a second to asses his surroundings. Even a bunch of trees had been sliced through, some of them had toppled over in the fight, case in point this section about five feet from her house was a mess. What freaked him out was during the heat of the battle, when he'd noticed one of the Tormoied's missing, he nearly lost control of his cool as he'd searched around, saw it lurking up on Isabella's roof, peering through her bedroom window...

He could pick up the faint sounds of police sirens headed his way, looks like someone thought the forest was getting bombed or something, which meant that Dean had no choice but to split.

"Cops, doing my job, only they suck at it."

He however wanted to be sure Isabella was okay before he departed, so he raced to the porch and swung her door open, maybe she was the idiot that had called the cops, he'd never know. Though her safety was something he wanted to know over anything else, him getting "caught" by the law enforcement was not likely to happen since his ride was right up front, "Isabella are you alright? Let me know 'cause I got to go before the cops get here!" Not only that, but quickly find where the Hell Gate was sprung open and close it, before Sable became a hot bed of rampant demons and destroy the ones already running wild in the town.

In the distance, the sirens wailed louder, they were getting closer.



OOC: Dean's blade looks like this btw→[link][link 2]

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A film reel of Michael's memories spun at lightning speed through Selene's mind the moment she took her first swallow of his blood. Confused, she continued to drink, attempting to block out the images that were becoming increasingly more violent and disturbing. All she could decipher of his recollection was carnage- his entire life revolved around bloodspill- and after a few gulps, she retreated in terror. Her wide aquamarine eyes search the span of the earth beneath them before settling upon Michael, who watched her sadly.

"What... What the...?" she stammered, wiping the crimson honey that dripped from her lips.

At the same moment, she heard a rustling in the brush behind her, accompanied by the telltale scent of a pureblood she already recognized as Aleksei. When she turned around to face him, immediately she sensed the odor of burning flesh, which belonged to his skeletal hand that gripped the blade furiously. She instantly knew that the weapon was designed specifically for a hunter, and that it would kill any vampire its merciless blade struck, and it could only be handled by a human being. Her heart sank, suddenly realizing that she could no longer wield her beloved bow and arrows.

"Avalon," she said, her voice as cold and unwavering as it had always been.

If he were going to kill her, he would have to fight her now. She knew that Isabella needed Selene as much as she needed Aleksei and Dean; whatever forces were coming after her would certainly not relent until she was in their grasp. Her dark hair swayed gently with the breeze as her iron eyes watched him expectantly, half hoping that Mina would come to their defense. She was undoubtably certain that Michael would intervene should Aleksei attempt to strike, and she was also aware that the only person who could sway his anger was currently sleeping inside her home.

Isabella jolted awake when Dean burst through her front door. Her golden eyes quickly scanned around her room, catching sight of a revolting little demon giggling impishly at the foot of her bed. She cried out softly before she sat upright and began to retreat into her headboard. It began crawling up onto her mattress, slithering like a serpent into her bedsheets. She screamed, tumbling out of her bed and scrambling in a panic toward her bedroom door, which slammed shut. She began to pound on the wood, calling for Dean whom she was certain was on the other side. When she turned back around, the demon plopped onto the floor, standing on its hind legs and approaching her with a malignant smirk on its features.

"DEAN!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, closing her eyes as she was backed into a corner.

A sudden gust of wind entered her small room through the window, and in a flash, the demon was sent flying across the ground. Materialized before her was Lorenzo, who wielded a very long, Roman style saber. He looked behind his shoulder at her and offered her a grin before lunging at the creature and striking it down with a single blow. It dispersed into a cloud of smoke, leaving Isabella hyperventilating with fear. Lorenzo then knelt down beside her, his smile deepening and increasingly more sincere.

"Do not be afraid, bellizzima," he whispered tenderly. "You have many protectors that have sworn to guard your life. Do consider that trip to Italy, though, beloved."

And with a wink, he disappeared from her window just as Dean burst into the room. With tears in her eyes, Isabella rose to her feet and leapt into Dean's chest, burrowing her face into the crook of his neck as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. A choked sob escaped her lips, but then she was silent, trembling against him as the sirens wailed in the near distance.

"Please don't go," she murmured tearfully. "I'm scared, Dean."

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Dean sensed that demon upstairs, Isabella need not yell at all for him to rush up to the source. Racing down the hall at inhuman speed, the hunter withdrew his gun, kicked the door open aiming his gun directly in front of him, at the same time he'd felt another vampire's presence; Lorenzo, but before he could react, the vampire had iced the demon and was gone by the time the hunter fully entered the room.

"Heh, well that was taken care of..." He managed to let out before Isabella launched herself at him terrified and crying. That was to be expected. Now he understood why Aleksei shrouded her memories every time something like this happened, so that she wouldn't suffer. However, the trend he knew had to stop, he wasn't Aleksei and he certainly wasn't about to sugar-coat the truth for her. This was as real as it got, but seeing her this rattled shook him too, she was no longer safe here, he had to take her with him. Sighing, he slipped the gun away, before taking her into his arms, lowering his lips to her ear he whispered, "It's alright the scary monster is gone now, c'mon let's go, I won't leave you not in this hell." Then he let her go and went to her closet to pull out a chunky knit grey cardi, draped it gently over her shoulders and steered her out of the room. Outside he lead her to his Impala and helped her in, closed the door, and went around to the driver side. Stopping for a second to take the sword off his back, toss it in the back seat before getting in himself. He pushed the key into the ignition, the engine turned over and the disc player started up, "Eye of the Tiger" jammed out of the speakers as he speed the car down the road.

Dean drove in silence, preferring to let the music fill the space in between, it was a way to focus on something else beside the horror that was behind them. He did steal a few glances at her now and then, gradually relaxing by the time they hit the main road. Soon he was singing to himself along with the lyrics, maybe the shift in mood would transfer to her, he didn't like her being freaked out, and well, now that she was beside him he couldn't say he had any worries now. She was safe indeed.


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Mina didn't know what to expect from Aleksei, he could be so dark and secretive sometimes and she hated it. What happened to the trust they so deeply used to share? He used to tell her everything, and the times when she'd drunk from him, he'd reveal everything to her, the man she knew was not a liar. That was it, he didn't lie, but he kept secrets. She went home as he'd asked, changed into a soft, ivory night gown but she didn't rest, too far from it, she remained awake, in his room, waiting. Her Lune scythe stood against the wall, it was a hunter weapon, transformed from a rod to a powerful scythe, how could she wield such without the rebound rejecting her touch? It was tricked out by her blood and it was created by her love for the sole purpose of her usage. Just like the Silver Moon.

"Please come home soon Aleksei..."

Raising the blade up, the pureblood swung, a powerful stream of air and electricity shot out of the weapon headed for Selene. Aleksei cared not that she was his friend's love, if he got in the way then he would have to take him down as well. Michael of course was already there, he'd reached Selene before the shock hit and was up in the air, with the huntress in his arms, the other man glared at him, as though he were a stranger and not a well known friend.

The battle has begun.

Veratos arrived soon after, she saw the huntress being set down by the pureblood, and the two exchanged a few words. Now she stepped into the scene, flitting out of sight before reappearing behind the vampire huntress.

"Hey Selene Morrigan is it? I'm Veratos, a friend of Salvatore who has requested your presence. You can come with me and avoid getting ganked by a crazy pureblood, or I make you. It's your choice." She said, ignoring the others, not caring for them at all.

Aleksei noticed the other woman but he didn't care to address her, she wasn't his target.

"So Michael, you plan on defending the huntress? How touching!" He swung the blade once more, sending another shock of air and lighting at his old pal, this battle would be very interesting. Michael was an excellent fighter after all, and wouldn't be falling down so soon.

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At first, Isabella sat in the passenger seat of Dean's car quietly. Silent tears streaked her cheeks as she gazed through the window at her house and the damaged forestry around it. She could only worry further that her father might come home and be attacked, and Isabella wouldn't be there to help. She trembled and shook, her eyes glossed over ass she stared blankly into her surroundings, until she heard Dean's voice singing along to the cheesiest song in American history. Her tension quickly began to evaporate, her shoulders relaxing a bit as she settled against the headrest.

When Dean hit an awkward note, she couldn't help but giggle, and soon found herself watching him amusedly. For a moment she had forgotten that she was running away from her home, and that she had been attacked by God knows what in the comfort of her own bedroom; all that she knew of life and reality was fastly becoming a mystical blur of her favorite storybooks and supernatural folklore. She couldn't shake the thought that the demon looked at her with recognition; like it knew who she was, and that was the reason it attacked her. And then she remembered how Lorenzo came to her rescue in the blink of an eye.

"Dean...?" she began tentatively, her brows furrowed. "What is going on? There are gaps in my memory it feels like, and... And that thing in my room..."

Before Selene could think, Michael had whisked her into the air to dodge an attack. Aleksei watched them with the silent intensity of a wolf stalking its prey, and as Selene landed back onto her feet, she shared the same icy gaze. She was no longer afraid of the pureblood- she never had been, even as a human, anyway -and she would face him bravely. The heels of her boots sank into the earth which had become slightly damp from the morning dew. As the first rays of the sun poked from behind the horizon, Selene grew increasingly apprehensive. Suddenly, everything started to get a little hotter and uncomfortable.

Then Veratos appeared behind her, much too close for comfort. Selene stepped away, eyeing the girl cautiously, before she mentioned Salvatore and his request for her backup. She turned and looked at Aleksei, frowning.

"We both know Isabella needs all the protection she can get," she began fiercely. "Killing me or Michael won't help the problem we're currently facing. Since, you know, you can't even manage to keep her safe for long either. And we all know you can't resist getting inside her head, Avalon; so let me help you protect her. I promise I won't harm her."

And then she disappeared with Veratos.

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Dean knew this would all be just another blow to her, would she be able to handle? Perhaps he didn't have to worry too much, he had to give her credit, she was dealing fine in his eyes, most people would have gone nuts, completely lost it in a situation like this, but as he'd thought before, Isabella was something different. He lowered the volume of the music at the sign of her cooling off, having achieved what he'd set out by this act he no longer felt the need to continue and then when she spoke, he listened and without hesitation he answered quite seriously,

"You can thank Aleksei for the holes in your memories, too bad you're never getting them back... damn thief. As for what's going on, my guess is that you're not as normal as you'd think. Spirits often target people with psychic tendencies, evil spirits especially like to loom near desperate people to try to lure them out of their minds and join their ranks so to speak. Your inborn psychic energies must be very powerful to attract so many spirits. That demon in your room was a minion, something else was pulling the strings, it wanted to kill you in order to absorb your spiritual energy. They all do, every single one of those supernatural creatures lust for power and every life they kill, they get stronger. Humans are nothing more but walking pools of energies to them, most aren't even aware of it, and some often have more psychic energies than others. Like you for instance, you're a damn magnet to them, like a beacon of light in the darkness,"

Dean glanced at her for a second, trying to read her expression before he returned his gaze to the road and continued, "I don't know how I could remember that, some things are coming to me. Just like you I've been mind screwed, my memories aren't intact. Hmm, I still don't understand how those demons could break into your room when I had put up a barrier on your house, maybe I missed a spot or something." He fished his pocket to take out his cell and handed it over to her, "Call your folks and tell them not to go home tonight, scratch that, tell them to rent a room in a hotel, your house has already been visited by evil forces, it might become a hot spot for sure. You don't want mom and dad walking into a demon party now do you?" He smirked at her and winked, then lead the car down another street before pulling up into a car repair shop called Jenkin's Auto Shop. It belonged to Billie, a very trusted friend, another father to the hunter.

"Well, this is the place, you'll have to stick around here for a while. I'm off to find the Hell Gate and close it, might take all day. Let's go I'll explain everything inside, I wanna eat something before I leave."

Dean killed the engine, pulled the keys out and opened the door to get out, then he walked around to get her out as well, offering her a reassuring half smile, he also reached in to grab the Rebelus sword, couldn't be too careless on such a powerful weapon now. Walking her to the door, he again told her she'd be okay here while he was away. Walking in, he was met with a grouchy middle aged man who was none too pleased at seeing his "son" stroll on in as if it were just an ordinary morning. For one, it was just about 5 a.m. and two, does he not know how to use a cell phone when he was called? The man was beyond angry, but at seeing the girl, namely Isabella, he let out a breath and tried to keep his cool, he'd get back at the teen later.

"I've found what you've been looking for Dean, and you're right, this Lombardi girl is much more than she seems. You've got something special on your hands." Billie explained, shooting Dean a grave look, this was not a good time for taking it "easy" at all. He seemed to have known more than he was letting on, maybe this intel was something he wanted to discuss in private, he feared how Isabella would react if she'd known the truth of her ancestry. It wasn't a pretty one, nor was it normal by any standards.

Dean introduced Billie to Isabella, then went straight for the fridge and raided it, "You want anything?" He offered her as he started pulling out cold cuts and bread and beer and other stuff to eat.

Finally the trio settled into the living room, the place was small, having been divided into both a work place and home for Jenkins it wasn't exactly maintained for a normal family, he tried, but with all the work he had piling up, keeping things tidy was impossible. He served as both a parental figure for Dean and a info keeper. Namely the man was entitled to do the research for the boy when things were out of hand for him, he was more knowledgeable when it came to the world of the supernatural than anyone of the planet --well according to Dean he was. So it was no wonder that Dean always crawled right back to this place at the end of the day, having no one else to turn to or trust really. They were both hunters and they were both intuitively keen on each other in that level, well, like father and son. If only he could do something more to help him though, he did try his best to assist him in any way he can, but there were times when he thought he wasn't doing enough for him.

"I can't offer you anything more than what I got here kid, sorry, I also did not expect any visits. So, Dean wants you to stay here while he takes care of some business out there." Billie was addressing Isabella, then he'd switched his gaze to glare sternly at Dean who was drinking his head off, he even stood from the lumpy red old couch to snatch the beer from him. "Hey you gotta stay sharp, this is serious boy, you're still on duty! There's already sightings of the demons attacking civilians outside, Dean you better hurry up and get to the matter of this."

Dean frowned at him, "It's only one come on, lighten up. At least tell me, do you know where the massive energy flux is coming from? I'd felt something like this earlier, but I couldn't make sense of one from the other..." Then he noticed Isabella and the confusion she just may be having at this talk. Taking out his gun he showed it to her, the pistol brimmed with suppressed energies, that emanated from the weapon in wisps of shadowy, crimson hues. "This is the Silver Moon, I use it to shoot my targets, and when it comes down to melee attacks, I use the Rebelus. I'm a hunter, and these are some of the many arms I posses to take out the monsters that go bump in the night." There was a hint of amusement in his serious tone, like it was starting to become more enjoyable to him, killing the sonuvabitches that only wanted to kill innocent lives, what a nuisance, and in a sense he could say it was exciting. Would he admit it? Probably not to Isabella.

Billie clarified for her, "Basically this is just an everyday norm for him, although his first time riding the front seat, I can't say I'm not surprised you've managed well for a novice. He's a few of the hunters scattered across this world, there aren't many of them as you can see, their jobs are a tough one, they're entitled to rid the world of spirits or other malignant entities that defile the natural order or balance of the world. Trust me, it's not a career path most sane people would follow. You gotta have guts for this and a whole lot of will power to keep trekking forward and do what you do best. As I've said before, just waking up in the morning to put yourself out there and do work that puts your soul at risk is a beautiful thing, call me crazy but I think that's what it means to be alive... At least I always believed this, but I can't say I'm alive anymore huh, I quit, I'm just sitting on the sidelines, watching this one take the guns and ride the hot seat. Makes me proud of him, what he's grown up to be." Billie sighed, almost longingly, but it only made sense for him to retire and lay down the gun, things weren't like they used to be, the fiends now were not the types they used to be, and he didn't have the strength needed to handle it. The pressures and agony that came with this business, not to mention the losses. Some meetings were destined for heartbreak and he expected that this was an aspect of the hunter's life Dean had yet to experience. "And no Dean, I don't know where that build up of supernatural aura is coming from, what am I a freakin supernatural GPS?" Then he explained what they were talking about to Isabella to keep her up to speed, "What he means is that, somewhere in the town, a Hell Gate's been brought up, someone must have found a way to create a portal from this world and the demon world, or underworld or hell, whatever you want to nick name it, and evil spirits are both pooling out of that door and gathering around the place, even more attracted to it if its already filled with bad vibes, which would in turn make it more powerful, attracting more evil spirits, a hot spot of terrible you don't want to find yourself in unarmed. That's why he brought you here, to keep you safe obviously."

Dean crossed his arms, "Alright I guess I'll have to find it by searching, but at this rate I doubt it wouldn't be too difficult, and don't speak so highly of me yet if I haven't even gotten to bigger game or done anything worth being proud of, when I'm done with this, you better have a pie waiting for me here. And keep and eye on her, she can get a little slippery. Make random visits to the cemetery. " Dean warned the old timer who wasn't at all as useless as he thought he was, and this was a topic that he'd bring up later, right now he needed the man to keep it together and use some hunting know-how to keep her safe. He was all Dean had left, and he wasn't about to accept defeat. Not from anyone, and as he stood he instructed Isabella to learn some defensive techniques, especially how to handle a gun. "You have guts and I know all this seems like utter crap to you but you have to trust me, you are NOT safe outside that door, if you don't want me going crazy worrying about you please listen to me, and wait for me here. Will you do that for me Isabella?" He gave her a serious look, laced with deep concern and a fiery passion in his eyes that could draw in even the coldest of hearts. He liked her, and he wanted a chance to know her a bit even if he'd never see her again when all this was over. She was a friend? Not too sure what to call it, he was at a loss, never had he been interested in forming something akin to friendship with anyone outside the family.

A surprising first it was. Maybe even something he may come to soon regret, because as his father once told him, "Once you become a hunter, your life is never the same, guys like us, we don't have a home, we don't get a family, and all our friends that stick around most end up dying. It's best to keep on walking forward, alone. That way you won't hesitate in action, get the job done without the casualties of friends trailing behind you."

That memory was all too fresh in his mind and he averted his gaze with a heavy heart, would she be in greater danger because she was with him instead of Lorenzo who was undoubtedly another vampire tethered to her? Maybe, yet he was the only one that stood between her and a horde of ravenous demons waiting in line to eat her up. So for now he'd take his chances and do his best to protect her as best as he could. Another death was undesirable to him and as long as he was alive and kicking, he wasn't gonna let anyone hurt her anymore. What Selene did to her was a wake-up call, a very cruel one at most and a lesson to take this more seriously.


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"So the little fox escaped, that's no problem I can deal with you then. Tell me, LeVian, why didn't you keep her under control, has she become a liability to you?" Aleksei asked striking Micheal in a heart beat, having no concern in trying to track the girl whom he knew all along was on his team from the get go. He had heard his love when he'd left and she was clear on her words, she would never forgive him if he killed her friends, and that was not a wrath he wanted to face. So he resorted to keeping his mind off the anger he felt toward the woman that dared to harm his other love so brutally. Take it out on Michael whom was already familiar with his quirks and habits and may even be already realizing what was transpiring before him. They were very close friends and his only confidante, so killing the man was an act he wouldn't be able to bring himself to do anyways.

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"So you're his new lackey huh? Salvatore's taken an interest in you, having me fetch for you even though you're a vampire now. He's sure changed, let's hope you're good at what you do, or I just may be giving you the vote off the island." Veratos expressed as she sprinted through the woods with the huntress following after. As they passed the streets, Veratos picked up the malignant auras increasingly thickening in the atmosphere, coming from the direction of the school. Most undeniably the source of all that evil energies, a massive psychic feedback loop of more evil spirits gathering toward the hot spot. She knew well that bad vibes always had an outside source. One that needed to be put down pronto.

"This is gonna be one hell of a mission for him, let's hope he doesn't screw up. Are you game Morrigan? This isn't an odd job for a simple hunter, now that you're a vampire I think you know what that means."

They continued to Jenkin's auto shop where they were to meet up with Dean, shortly after they were to jump on this case, the quicker they got to it, the sooner she could have some alone time with the amnesiac hunter. She was beginning to wonder if there were a possible way to jog his memories, and have them come to him faster. Having to wait was annoying and no fun.

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"I can't say it's not uncommon, there's been many rumors floating around but I never had any interest in investigating it. I'll ask around and confirm though with what's happened a while ago I doubt it's just an urban legend. A vampire named Lorenzo stopped by, gave Isabella quite a show and even invited her back to Roma." She smirked remembering Dean's reaction to that, watching him was always fun, even now, as he was preparing to leave and Isabella bumbling around him, they look so cute together, too bad she wasn't rooting for them. She liked Dean, and wanted him, his intoxicating scent of cinnamon and sandal-wood intermixing with his own body aroma was her addiction. Oh she could never get enough. Her eyes narrowed as she went back at the memory of Lorenzo, he sported a tag too, it looked super regal like himself, "That emblem, was it a gold tacky pendant worn around the neck?" She asked, returning her gaze to the vampire, "You can still wield your weapons by the way, just because you're a vampire makes no difference, they were yours before you were turned, though I won't lie to you, it'll hurt at first, the weapons themselves will try to reject you, but then you get over it and use them anyways. " She smirked at the other's face, then placed a hand on her hip with a easy sigh, she wondered how long they were gonna have to wait here.
Dean turned to Isabella as she mentioned a letter, it had been left with a rose he remembered seeing her holding one before. Aleksei.
"I don't have much time to explain things for you Isabella, Aleksei's a vampire, he's the one that's been trying to protect you, I think that letter can explain it all better than I can, so I suggest you read it. I'll call you as soon as this is all over, please be safe and wait for me here. I'll return as soon as I can. Business beckons." Smiling a little more than usual he headed out to join both Vera and Selene, he was glad to see them both and he expressed it by giving them a nod and a signal to follow him.
"Do you know the source?" Vera asked him as she started leaping up in the air after him, they were roof hopping, heading toward the powerful force of miasma in due north.
"I don't know, just goin' on instinct here, do you know where?" Dean asked, before glancing at Selene, "Hey, you okay? Last I seen you, you nearly tore Isabella up, if you're not up for this side mission you could stay back with Isabella. Left her with Billie, he was plan B."
Vera smirked, "You're right on target, it's coming from the school, and I think she's perfect for the job, she's got a dose of Michael's juice in her, should be enough to handle this." She looked to Selene and winked at her. Maybe having her around wouldn't be so bad, she could tell they were gonna get along just fine.
Dean smiled pleased, "Then let's rock!"He shouted, pulling out [i]Silver Moon{/i] they all neared the school a few blocks away. Mission start.

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"He didn't wear a medallion. What Lorenzo had around his neck was a pendant, and a handsome one, with a different emblem on it that seemed more Roman," Selene responded, thinking. "Italians... Did you ever hear myths about an empire beneath the Vatican city and the Coliseum?"

From inside, Isabella held her envelope hopelessly, staring at Dean with sad, pleading eyes; were she an animal, she closely resembled a puppy watching after its retreating owner from within its kennel. She sighed, defeated, and turned after he had gone to meet up with the girls. She then settled on a wooden chair in the kitchen, where she proceeded to opening the letter addressed to her. Inside, there was a simple skeleton key, and behind it a letter that looked crisp and new.

My dearest Isabella, it read. If you are reading this, it is because the empires both know of your existence. You are a very special girl, Isabella; moreso than your mother and myself combined. In over two centuries, there has never been a Lombardi quite like you. You see, we believe you are the reincarnation of an extremely important woman. There are otherworldly beings among us, and I am not speaking of Martians- vampires, werewolves, witches of lore; they are all quite real, my love. And because you are so special, they seek to have you- some for good, to establish peace; but others for evil, for your blood. There is a man whom I have entrusted your safety with. His name is Aleksei Avalon; go to him. He has been a friend to our family for generations. He will answer any questions you might have. Also, he has a gift for you from I; my diary, which I hope you should read, and seek knowledge from. You may not understand what is unfurling around you yet, but when the time comes, I know you will make the right choice. I love you very much, Isabella, and I always will.

The letter was written by Alessandra Lombardi- her beloved grandmother that passed away when she was very young. Hers is the grave which Isabella so frequently visits, and the one that makes her feel safest, even as she has long since been gone. She looked up at Billie, tears in her eyes.

"Where can I find this Aleksei?" she said, between gritted teeth and stifled cries.

Selene bounded from rooftop to rooftop alongside her fellow warriors, a sudden burst of energy surging through her body. Her newfound abilities were only extremely intensified levels of ones she already had before she turned, which was cause for her to grin. They passed the Lombardi house, where in the distance she could still smell Aleksei and Michael quarreling.

"Doesn't that inbred lunatic know we have heavier matters on our hands aside from picking on Michael?" Selene hissed, her eyes averting from the forest to Veratos and then at the school they approached. As dawn was rising, she knew they only had a couple hours before students and staff would begin pouring into the school. So whatever it was that they were after, they had to find it fast.