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Mina Avalon

The pureblood princess

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

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Mina Avalon's Story

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Blue butterflies fluttered about, watching the scene unfold as both vampires attacked each other with the intentions to kill one another, or until one was left standing. Behind the light blue creatures watched Mina, she was already up and changing out of her night gown to something more suitable to go outside with. She feared for the both of them, she knew it would end terribly unless she did something. The last thing she saw before she reached for her umbrella and velvet wine cloak, as ran out of the doors of the mansion that they shared, was blood, a large volume of it spilling from Michael.

"Nooo!" She hissed, tears streaking down her cheeks as she stepped off the ground and bounded into the street. She pulled the hood over her face so that she wouldn't have to snap the umbrella open, while she ran, the thing would break as soon as she started running. Becoming a streak of deep red against the awakening town she raced down the roads in speeds that could rival a jet's and in moments she was whizzing passed fallen trunks and green blurs of the forestry that was Silver Mist, sensing both Lorenzo near and Isabella, her fear escalated as she finally arrived at the scene to find Aleksei on his knees in the dirt. Michael was gone...

"What... Did...You do?" Her voice was shaking and her arms trembled as she stopped abruptly, the world around her seemingly coming to a slow spin. Then stopping with her as she focused on him, his back facing her, his refusal to turn to him and the scary way he remained as still as a sculpture.

He never answered her, he knew she was there even before she spoke, and in another flash of movement, he felt her, the brush of warmth at the back of his neck and then her hands touched his back, making the sensations run wild in him. She may not ever know it, but the mere proximity of her gave him a strange feeling, like the kind of heat sent out from a burning fire. That was every time they were together.

His eyes fell to the earth as her hands pushed against him, then wove around his waist in a tender embrace, and her face drew closer, closer until her pink lips grazed his ear and he did everything he could not to shudder. Her touch burned through his clothes, making him gasp, she left him breathless as her lips met his ear and she kissed it. Was the pull they felt toward each other more than just innocent love? Maybe even extending beyond that, she made him experience so much, too much all at once, it sometimes frightened him.

"Why are you here?" He could hear the snarl superseding his usual soft, silken tone and he regretted its sharpness, knowing that she would never fully understand. He fought against his instinctual urge to turn and grab her, pull her closer to him, bite into her neck.

"I-I saw you attempting to kill LeVian and I thought I could do something to stop the madness," She stammered, looking down at the ground he knelt on, it was moist with the blood of Michael, the scent of it hung fresh and heavy in the air teasing her appetite. She did her best to ignore the aroma of his rich blood and in it she detected Aleksei's blood intermingling. "You didn't kill him no, I don't see any of his -" she paused, feeling his shirt beneath the coat he wore was also soaked in blood. His? She frowned, not liking this one bit, "How bad are your injuries?" She released him and crossed to the other side so that she was standing before him, his gaze was as though glued to the ground. She reached down to take the sides of his face in her palms and tilted his gaze up to meet hers. His eyes were ablaze in deep red, it scared her that he would want to meet Isabella in this fashion. "You need my blood now don't you?"

Her startled tone reminded him of just how deep in the darkness she was on almost everything he did. It saddened him to keep her apart from this side of him, even this far in their relationship, some matters were never brought to light. At least, he never gave her the opportunity to bring them out, and it was a good thing, He liked how things were now, she was okay as long as she didn't know. His fangs had budded the instant he had perceived her aura upon entering the thick forest trees. She need not guess, she already knew, it was if she always did, time and time again.

"Please tell me if you do Aleksei you're scaring me!" She blurted out, right on cue, hating this silence. He felt her tighten her grip on his head, he was leaning against her now, using her just to stay up. And she sucked in a breath, wishing she could just pull him into her and have him tear into her neck, impulsive as ever she was, but for some odd reason was holding back and in doing such she was shaking. He could see the progression of her emotions settling in the crease between her eyes, she would feel bewilderment, then livid, then fraught. She always did, and too many times before, but now even more than ever and he automatically reacted by comforting her, it became his instinctual habit to do so when she was this way in his eyes.

And even so he felt immensely guilty for wishing to comfort her and have her confide in him and yet in order to protect her as he did with Isabella, he had to cover her eyes so that she wouldn't ever see the truth. Though it all felt as though the situation were slipping from his bare hands like smoke, he couldn't grasp it anymore try as he might to fix the mess. Was this happening now? Was that the reason Isabella was closing in on them at the very moment he answered Mina's anxious plea by reaching his good hand to her shoulder, her lowering herself lovingly to allow him access to her neck and sink into her sweet decadence? And as soon as his lips melted onto her neck, both of them were powerless. The taste of her sweet blood made him dizzy. Blood drinking was both an awful thing for the normal human concept to see, of what was right and moral much less experience through force, but something precious and vital shared between the two vampires that loved each other.

The familiar warmth of her skin made him moan as he pulled her against his frame, he drank her blood almost greedily, depraving himself of her by sticking to those dreadful blood tablets had made him forget what this action felt like. As though they were one, their heartbeats matched in rhythm as he swallowed in and he closed his eyes shivering, almost ashamed for having her find him in this state. He felt so needy of her everything, her touch, her whispers, her scent, even her eyes looking back into his, He knew it wouldn't last, just like Isabella's innocence. It just may vanish as it was happening now. The closer she pressed against him, the more his stomach churned with the thrill and agony of it all.

She was there.

So attuned to that human girl he was, that he could feel her when she looked at him, it was faint, not as strong as when it was Mina's curious gaze but still just as penetrating. He feared her reaction, but it was inevitable, she needed to know the truth and he had no right to keep hiding it away from her. Isabella, I'm so sorry. He almost wanted to pull away, but Mina held on to him, knowing he wasn't yet satisfied, his wrist was regrowing bone, tendons, muscles, forming his left hand again. They were positioned in the centre of the forest, white mists and blue butterflies floated around them, the shadows of the foliage above played at their features, highlighting blindingly pieces of them, her hair, the little splatters of blood staining his dark coat, still glistening wet, her hand now caressing his cheek as if to say keep going and stop when you're well, her smile, her head bent, kissing his hair, her features though obscured by the hood, and the few pieces of golden curls that spilled down her shoulder like waves of lace.

At the sensation of the sun's strengthening rays, the pureblood girl turned her hand to grab at the umbrella hanging from her fore arm, flick it open and gently hold it up above their heads at an angle creating a much needed shade that the tree failed to provide.

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The sapphire wings of these beautiful butterflies Isabella had remembered seeing as a child, in her dreams, suddenly appeared through the green gloom that was the forest. The grey was dissipating with the sun as it rose in the sky, only the dew on the grass and damp earth left in its wake. So entranced was the girl that she followed almost mindlessly these little heavenly creatures, pushing through shrubbery and low branches until she came to a small clearing. A violet hood and crimson stained individuals fell into her line of sight, immediately evoking her disregard for the butterflies and instead instilling fear.

At first, it seemed the two were kissing passionately, but at second glance she could see that this deeply injured man was sucking on the girl's neck. She was not fighting him, and instead seemed to be nursing him like an infant, stroking his hair and kissing him tenderly as though he were so. He moaned, much like an animal, and sloppy noises were distinguishable among the girl's cooing. Isabella instinctively covered her mouth, stifling the horrified scream that was threatening to erupt from her little voicebox. Her golden eyes were wide with terror; at least, that was the most reasonable word she could use to describe what she felt.

Her heart seemed to skip a beat, almost as though it had frozen as well, then sped up its eager pace. Her breaths became shaky as she took a tentative step backward, unsure if she should hide and leave them to be privately, or to stay and render aid. She could see that his hand was mangled, almost unrecognizably so, but that it was curiously piecing itself back together like the severed tail of a lizard. Isabella was undeniably curious; who were these atrocious, her beautiful monstrosities? They were dressed like two regal ancients, as though they belonged to a different time; a time that Isabella had only read about in her storybooks.

"A-Alek...Aleksei?" Isabella stammered, noticing his feral scarlet eyes had locked themselves on her retreating form.

Her tiny hand flew to the golden skeleton key that was currently chained around her neck, as though she were inquiring of his knowledge of it through some kind of charadial telepathy. Her dark hair wavered about her pretty face like smoke, though the brilliance of her topaz irises sparkled with dawn's heavy light. When Mina opened the parasol above them, something clicked in the girl's mind- they were so frightfully pale, and there was blood everywhere; now they were shielding themselves from the sunlight. Could it be...?

A quivering gasp escaped through Isabella's trembling lips. It was all she could muster with the grasp of fear around her throat, which canceled any coherent words that might try to roll from her tongue. She was completely still, her feet planted unwaveringly in the spot where she stood, gazing at the purebloods with a mixture of sheer horror and fearful curiosity, as well as an inexplicable tinge of awe. Would the man approach her? Was this really the man that her beloved grandmother had entrusted her life to?

A blue butterfly settled quietly on her shoulder, its wings gently flicking. Her heart was a wild Indian battledrum pounding against her ribcage, as if ready to burst from her chest like an angry lion. She felt her muscles tensing like springs, ready to run if one of them showed even a sign of wanting to harm her.

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Aleksei's breathing slowed and he felt like putty in her arms, so safe and warm and content, he finally unhinged his fangs from her tender flesh and licked at the puncture wounds so that they'd close up. Then he looked up to meet her heavenly gaze, his eyes fading to their natural deep wine, she was smiling at him as if to say you're welcome. He momentarily looked away to glance at his fully recovered hand, but that wasn't enough to calm his racing heart as he stood up, gripped his hand into a tight fist and then stole a glance from Mina who's gaze in turn fell solemn. He lowered his hand and slipped it into his pocket.

Both purebloods turned their eyes to meet Isabella who was standing there, staring at them, her fear and pulse racing, shaken, no longer curious.

"Well, this isn't awkward at all-" Mina began to say lightly as she stepped away, only for her arm to be grasped by his strong hand, keeping her rooted to the spot next to him.

"And you're going?" He hissed at her, keeping his dusky eyes on the golden eyed beauty that was Isabella.

"Somewhere else, while you clear the air with her-" Mina hissed back trying to subtly break free from his ironlike grip, she cast the girl quick smiles of reassurance while simultaneously struggling against the man that left her a dizzy, breathless and tingling all over. The butterflies fluttered about him, tugging playfully at his coat and hair for him to release her.

"..." A tired sigh escaped him and he looked sleepy as he tore his gaze from Isabella with much difficulty to peer at his beloved, "Unfortunately you're just as apart of this as I am. I didn't want to have to drag you into my affairs but, I'm in no condition to make friends with a girl who's so terrified as she is. At best you're much more friendlier than I am anyways and-"

She brought a finger to his lips to quiet him, though she had to go full on tippy-toes to do this, she shook her head trying hard not to laugh, he can get chatty when he was tired and this was an example of that. "I'll try my best, the reel has already been thrown in, it's really up to her to take a nip at the goods."

He loved the way she could take control of things sometimes, she was his queen and he nodded, kissing her finger and holding back on the urge to nibble.

She sparkled at him and lead him to a tree to rest for a bit, then just as fast she headed straight for Isabella, a blur of movement and then she froze a couple of feet from the human girl, looking as if she'd never moved.

"Uh... Hey. Sorry about that, bad timing, thanks to Lorenzo...Uh, I'm Mina, and that's Aleksei," she hooked her thumb over her shoulder at the pureblood that was passing out under the cool shade of the trees it was almost humorous. She spoke so softly as though she were approaching a frightened child, rather than a teen girl. Wishing to express geniality, a trait that was ingrained into her personality, and she kept smiling beautifully, she gracefully waved the butterflies away, and they shined like tiny orbs of blue light as they fluttered toward Aleksei accompanying him. She twirled her umbrella stick on her shoulders with her other hand, her cheeks coloring slightly at feeling a little shy herself. She knew who Isabella was, she resisted bowing respectfully before her, since the girl wasn't aware of her royal blood, the gesture would have been a bit too extreme on the freak scale, though she knew that nothing would top what Isabella just saw. "My apologies for that really, we have no intention of harming you or other people really, that's why we feed off each other... Uh, I know it's crazy talk, we look like a couple of freaks but please believe me when I say this, we will never hurt you Isabella." She said with permanence.

Aleksei tried to keep his gaze focused on the two girls but he kept nodding off, and the butterflies were making his efforts futile, they carried her scent and likeness in every way and the warmth emitted from them alone was making staying awake virtually impossible. So he fell into a much needed sleep and Mina's voice faded into the back ground as his consciousness slipped away.

The setting changes from Silver Mist Forest to Sable

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Mina hesitated from reaching the girl at seeing the frightening look in her golden eyes. She smiled more and did her best to remain still so that the girl wouldn't turn off and run, not that she wouldn't have caught her easily if that were to happen anyways. Confusion crossed the girl's features and she questioned so openly at Aleksei's injury then before she could answer her, Isabella excused herself and ran off to reach Aleksei. So much for making friends, Mina shook her head as she too turned to face them, her smile fading softly and she stared with sad eyes at the back of the ebony haired royalty. Her quiet, normal life after all was nothing but a temporary fix, and little by little the pieces were cracking off the picture, revealing what was really there behind the screen of black. She would remember him, in another time, and know soon enough what was what.

Being a vampire had its quirks, for one, despite sleeping, Aleksei's mind wasn't entirely gone, more like almost there. His sensitive hearing picked up the delicate crunch of grass beneath Isabella's dainty feet as she paced toward him. The simple fact that he would allow himself to sleep in the presence of her was an immense mark of his trust for her. Not only as a pureblood, but even more so considering Aleksei's personality. That he didn't wake up when Isabella approached was proof that he didn't feel any threat or discomfort in the other's presence near him in such a vulnerable state.

Maybe it was precisely because Isabella was so far from the vampire's society with its harsh rules and cruel reality, that Aleksei could be so much more open around her than he would ever be with others, save of course for Mina. Isabella's feet stopped just at reaching him, she must have crouched down at his level, he could hear her breaths, her heart pounding, feel her so close to him, that when she finally reached out a hand to touch him, he wasn't surprised, a part of him knew her curiosity would out weigh her fear, it was the sensation of her skin making contact with him even if just a little that got him. It was feather light, like a butterfly's kiss and it cut through his dreaming like a shock wave only he could feel. His body remained still and he did his best not to move a muscle despite how hard the effort it was, he even dared not to breathe too fast less he frighten her more. Her soft voice echoed in his mind, weaving around his thoughts and memories, the only time she had ever held his gaze was the moment he had approached her tiny form as a child, saved her life as he was doing, even before she was born, he was always there. Would she look at him the same way after remembering? Would he even consider returning her stolen memories? What would be the point to? She already knew a small part of what was to come, the actual existence of vampires, and the awareness of not being "normal" as far as normal went.

He wanted to hold her gaze, even if for a second, but he craved her closeness, and he knew that if he even tried to peek, she would see him looking back and that would result in her drawing away from him again. So, he remained half conscious there, basking in her sweet, exotic floral scent, and her touch, it didn't burn like a fire as when Mina touched him he noticed, more like tingling warmth. And that he would have to accept.

Mina gripped at her umbrella tightly, she saw it and knew that Isabella would surely see it too. A single tear fell from his eye, gently rolling down his pale cheek, and she knew then that the nightmare plaguing his dreams was only waiting to unfold in reality. For it was his dreams that had lead him to create the two weapons that both she and that hunter possessed. Was it premonitions? She didn't know, for it would only be random moments in his past and now that he would get them.

She wondered, what was next.

If Isabella couldn't comfort him, than she would herself, she never liked seeing him this way and in the times she'd drank from him before, she'd see the pain he kept away from her eyes, she just wished it didn't have to be this way, but it always was. Swallowing a lump forming in her slender throat, she swiped at the burning tears in her eyes, who was she kidding? Isabella held another half of his heart, and would be able to reach him just as deeply as she, or even more so.

The setting changes from Sable to Silver Mist Forest

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Isabella's fear seemed to melt away with each passing moment she spent in Aleksei's presence. Her demeanor softened dramatically, light returning to her brilliant sunrise eyes, a flush in her cheeks as she stroked his sweet face. He was so peaceful looking, like he hadn't just been tortured with a weapon that wounded him, or fought a worthy adversary. His flesh was so smooth and flawless, like fine, polished marble or the face of a pearl. The corners of her pretty lips slowly began to curl into a warm smile, though it disappeared when she saw the tear streaking his cheek.

She furrowed her brows, slightly quizzical, though mores concerned. Perhaps he really was hurt. She took one tiny finger and tenderly wiped his tear away with her knuckle. Her eyes seemed to implore the reason for the tear, though he didn't move and obviously wasn't going to answer. Her dark hair swayed in the breeze, and it was then that she realized how fast the sun was coming up. She reached a hand into her satchel and pulled out a pair of nice looking aviator sunglasses.

"I don't know if this will help," she said through a tentative chuckle. "But here you go. You might need these more than me."

Another moment passed, and she could feel Mina's eyes on her. She wasn't brooding, nor could she sense jealousy, but more like a sadness of some kind. Isabella then took the key around her neck, opened Aleksei's hand, and placed it in his palm. With a sigh, she rose, though a kind smile played at her lips.

"Aleksei..." she began. "If there is anything that I need to know, I trust you to tell me..."

She looked back at Mina, who was wiping tears away from her face. There was so much despair emanating from their auras that it puzzled the girl. She didn't understand why they were so sad, or why they were trying to keep her from knowing something apparently much bigger than them all. Her shoulders fell slightly, and she turned back to look at Aleksei, still teetering in and out of consciousness, or so it appeared.

"If my grandmother trusted you, then so do I," she whispered. "I have to get to school now, but Aleksei... I don't want to run anymore. Goodbye."

She then turned and began to walk away, bidding Mina farewell also as she disappeared into the forest she knew so well. It didn't take very long for Lorenzo to reappear, though he didn't seem very pleased. Isabella watched him from her peripherals, but neither of them said anything as they traveled through the greenery and onto the street. At that moment, where Lorenzo could clearly see the purplish iridescence that the opened Hell Gate was emitting, they both knew that their worlds were about to turn upside down.

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Character Portrait: Dean Salvatore Character Portrait: Isabella Lombardi Character Portrait: Selene Morrigan Character Portrait: Aleksei Avalon Character Portrait: Veratos H. Character Portrait: Mina Avalon
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The pureblood's hand clenched the key that was warm in his grasp. Opening his eyes as she turned away, he watched her go through the dark glass of the shades. He ever really found a use for them but these he would cherish. Forever.

Mina blinked as she watched the girl walk off to school. She returned her gaze to her beloved who stood up the second she left and took off the sunglasses. Mina approached him with a questioning look in her dusky hues.

"You let her go...?" She seemed surprised.

He slipped the shades gently into a pocket, then looked at her as she drew closer to him, he smiled sadly as she touched the key;s edge, "What secrets does this key unlock?" She asked softly, returning his gaze with much concern. He closed his eyes for a moment, the little bats that followed Isabella confirmed that she indeed was heading in the direction of the school. "I wanted to see where this was going. That fool Lorenzo is allowing her to go to school, knowing full well that classes are not yet in session. Not while there are demons on the loose. And she doesn't want to 'run' now? What terrible timing to decide this. Oh well, that's what I'm here for. To stop her from doing stupid things like this." He sighed as he ran his fingers through his locks and opened his eyes to lock gazes with her.

"So I take it you're gonna stop him. Mean while I'm gonna go help the hunters." Mina said with a nod, they knew what they had to do.
"You do that. Be safe love."
"Won't make any promises!"

Aleksei watched her body break away in a million fluttering, beautiful blue butterflies and disappear into the skies.

"Maria lives through you Isabella." Aleksei whispered as he held the key to his lips and kissed it before adding that too into the same pocket. Then he flitted out of the forest, following her and soon enough catching up to them a block or two away from the hell that was taking place at the school. He was hoping the entire ordeal would be resolved before the ruckus awakened the entire city. The good news, a powerful barrier was brought up so that any supernatural creatures that tried to escape could not. He knew that was the working of the exorcist, Working her magic.

Stopping a few feet from the two, Aleksei appeared and he shot Lorenzo a disapproving glare, "Nice to see you're very mindful of Isabella's safety Lo, now, we all know where this is going. Why don't we skip to the part where you let her go and walk away? The position of armament and escort has already been taken. By me obviously, but I'm sure you already knew that. Like I know you didn't come here just to play nice either." He smiled, but it didn't take away any of the coldness in his garnet eyes.

"You do realize I'm not asking." He said, his tone dropping icicles.

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"These babies want more, how about a dose of water. Holy water!"

Vera slid her twin blades behind her on her back, then she reached for four bombs of divine water from her stash, popped the little triggers on them and threw them up into the air. She leaped like a dancer out of the area as the bombs imploded, making the area "rain" with its contents, the pellets of water that splashed onto the evil creatures burned away. A terrible sight that couldn't be unseen. Luckily, the huntress has been at it for years now, she'd lost her squeamishness toward death and destroying these things a long time ago. It was mandatory if she wanted to survive. As she passed down the halls and stairs, she went about tossing a couple of these holy water bombs, wiping out hordes of demon minions at once, all while making it down the lower levels of the school. She was hoping this could be wrapped up soon, though the "job" was never really done. Just the missions. As she cleared out the major regions of the school that was crawling with demons it didn't take long for her to follow the trail that would lead her to the gym where they originated. Jack pot!


The arrows sent by Selene's newly powered vampire bow, struck the giant monster's face, but it wasn't enough to take it out all together, but it sure helped weaken the sonuvabitch.

Dean sliced one of its large arms off, spewing black slime that could be its blood everywhere. Yuck. He appeared to dance around the monster as it cried out in rage since it was too big and slow to be quick enough to catch the kid with the giant sword. Powerful as it may be, everyone knew that it wasn't any good if it means you're stuck in a giant body that lacked any speed at all.

The arm Dean vut off broke away, its flesh forming grotesquely into mini versions of the giant monster he was fighting. Great, more demons.

"Hey Morrigan, ice them with your arrows, I'll take of Fi Fi Fo Fum over here-" He glanced back to see Veratos emerge out of the doors, clouds of debris and bursting violet, thick electrical-pulsing miasma bursting in smog behind. "Hope I'm not too late to join the fun!" She called out to them grinning wickedly.

"This party's gettin' more crazy, look at that. Glad you made it!" Dean managed as he shot at the giant boss with his blade, aiming for one of its legs now.

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[[BTW the baretta has been illegally modified to shoot out three rounds instead or one or two, so it packs a meaner, harder punch lol, just putting that out there St. Valentine!]]

"Heyt fang face, she has a name you know, it's Isabella, get it straight." Veratos flanked at the vampire's left, she held a katana blade at Guillaume's throat, any sudden movement and it was off with his head!

Dean shot Michael an incredulous look, "No shit Sherlock!" He pulled out the Silver Moon, and aimed the barrel directly for Guillaume's head, no guts no glory. Approaching the vampire, as he addressed Isabella with the reason for him dropping by and telling her she was just about to get hitched with God knows who, Dean fiercely said, "Not a chance in hell pal, if you don't want a bullet in that ugly face of yours I suggest you pack your shit and leave. I've been dealing with crazy all day!"

Aleksei was right behind Isabella, a gentle hand resting on her shoulder, his gaze dead on the two vampires, they weren't afraid of him, because he never gave them a reason to. Though Aleksei was really hoping he wouldn't have to resort to getting his hands bloody, not in front of Isabella at least. However, if these two proved to be more trouble he didn't think he had much of a choice.

"Sorry I'm late, what did I miss?"
"Mina..." Aleksei growled, though not looking away from the threats.
"I'm sorry I'll explain what happened later, as you can see the sunlight and a bunch of demons got in the way, I don't know how I made it over here without getting blind... Oh...Who's that guy...?" she whispered. crouched at Isabella's right, her Lune scythe drawn outward, protecting the girl and them selves with it. If they dared attacked, and she only touched them with her weapon. it would definitely damage them, her weapon was hunter crafted after all.

"If you'd been studying, you'd know that pureblood is Guillaume with his pet monkey brother Emile at his side, they want Isabella, that's why they're here." Aleksei hissed back, explaining it to her.

"Ah, well isn't that just great?"

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(My bad haha I'll keep that in mind.)

Isabella observed the two handsome royals as they were bombarded with threats from her friends. They all were sonquick to rush to her side and kill anyone that crossed their paths- but as she looked down at the corpse of her father, she began trembling with rage. The opposing side of this apparently ha the same mentality: slaughter anyone that got in the way until they had the girl. She was the key, the fault, the leverage, and it seemed like only she could bring a stop to all of this madness that was plaguing her once quiet little town.

"STOP!" she suddenly screamed, shoving past her friends until she was standing in between the feuding sides. She watched them all, pointedly, but a little more disappointed than anything. "I'll go."

She didn't wait to see their horrified reactions that would surely come upon announcing her decision. Even the two princes seemed a bit surprised, though that was masked by satisfaction quickly thereafter. They took a step backward from all the pointed weapons aimed at their heads and throats, knowing that, were they to initiate violence, repercussions for the royal deaths would be fierce. The destruction of the entire town would be on the hands of the ragtag group of rebels, and Isabella could already see that.

"How much more blood has to be spilled to end this insanity?" Isabella cried, then turned to the princes. "If it's me you want, then I'll go, but you can't hurt my friends and you can never come back here."

"Isabella, don't-" Selene began, horrified, but was cut off by Lorenzo, whom had jus appeared beside Isabella.

"Well if it isn't the two clowns of Paris," Lorenzo purred, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "How is your papa holding up without your mommy there to breastfeed him?"

"You filthy inbred Italian-" Emile began, adding to Lorenzo's amusement.

"Ah! I always knew how to get a rise out of you." Then he turned to Isabella, who had one hand on the baretta and seemed poised and ready to shoot if she had to. "Are you absolutely certain you want to leave your home and come to Europe, Bella?"

She hesitated for a second, looking over at her friends that all had risked their lives just to ensure her safety. Would they feel betrayed? As if their efforts to protect her were all done in vain? What else could she possibly do to make sure none of them would be harmed? She was going to travel to Italy regardless, and perhaps now was the time to do it. If she was the key to ending all of this, then she had no choice.

"I...I'm sure," she responded gravely.

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"Why am I not surprised? Isabella that is the most stupidest crap I've ever heard you say, and I've heard plenty of crap in my day. But this tops it all. You're playing right at their hands, I can't believe I'm fighting tooth and nail for a girl who'll just give up like that and hand herself in to the enemy!" Dean said, lowering his weapon, even putting it away. He glared over at Aleksei who was just as surprised, maybe even shocked, the pureblood hadn't even said a word. Returning his gaze to his case, who was now about to be a goner he walked over to her, then locked his eyes with hers. Her blood in him was raging, now hotter than he had ever felt it, everything in him was screaming with agony to make this stop, kill those princes before they took her away, but who was he to force anyone into doing something they didn't want. He smiled at her, but it held nothing to be joyous about, "I would tell you to come with me and let's make a run for it, I'm pretty good at pouring on the speed, I'd do my best to protect you, I'd even try to talk some sense into you, but then again. You never listen, so why start now? It was nice knowing you." Then he turned, and just like that he left them all, too pissed to even gesture for anyone else to follow. What was he expecting out of this, that Isabella would care and come after him? That they'd ever get to the end of this? That he'd made a new friend? What friend? Life loved to turn all his relationships to crap at some point, and this was no different. So why try? Why risk it all... for what?

"Dean..." Veratos pulled her blade back, she didn't know what to do, as if her hands were tied. She narrowed her eyes at Isabella, trying to figure her out, but what was she looking for? This girl was obviously insane, why would she do that? Sighing, she switched her gaze to Aleksei, then Selene.

The pureblood was indeed taken aback, and even floored at Dean's reaction to her betrayal. He didn't believe that Salvatore could be that dense and suddenly decide to drop out and not fight against it all. Maybe there was more to this than he could see. Standing, he glanced back at Mina, then the others before shrinking the distance between himself and Isabella.

"If you think it's best to comply and follow them, then I wish to journey with you on this. I suspect there will be more trouble to follow, they want you alive, it must be for an important reason. One that I will see to myself." Aleksei said quietly, standing his ground.

"Isabella I thought you were smart, I can't believe how wrong I was." Vera said spitefully, then she too followed Dean out, more concerned for him than a human girl that didn't even value her own life.

Mina kept her weapon poised at the pureblood prince, eying him suspiciously, "I don't care what she says, I'm not letting you guys just drop in and take someone Aleksei's hell bent on protecting!" she announced clearly, daring the guy to make a move. "Isabella you can't tell me that giving in to them is gonna make all your problems go away. They want you, and for what I'm not sure but in you going to Italy... I doubt you'll ever make it out alive."

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As Dean yelled at her, Isabella's eyes fell shamefully at the ground. She watched his feet, planted firmly on front of her as he spat at her, obviously betrayed. Could he really not see that she was doing this because she cared for him so? She only wanted to keep him safe, keep all her friends from suffering the way that her father had- she wanted to spare them that demise because truthfully she couldn't handle it if something happened to them on her behalf. She placed a hand on his and was about to say something to that effect, but he tore away from her and stomped off on a fury. She watched his retreating form, agonized that her decision had to be this difficult.

Then Veratos added to the fire, speaking of how stupid of a decision she had made, also blind to the fact that she was only trying to protect them all as they had guarded her. She didn't look at the huntress, she remained focused on the floor where Dean had once stood, and only looked up when Aleksei addressed her. He and Mina were the only ones that had remained at her side, willing to fight for her life, as they had promised Isabella's grandmother 17 years ago, and probably before then. Even Selene had gone to join the other hunters, viciously betrayed and defeated. Isabella sighed; Lorenzo placed a hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it away, and the two French princes only chuckled cynically.

"You are wise beyond your years, little virgin," Emile crooned. "The most valiant girl I have ever come across, to lay your life down on behalf of your friends. I commend you."

"If I'm to go, it will be on my own terms," Isabella growled, her brows furrowed as she fought back tears. Her entire body was trembling with rage. "If one more drop of innocent blood is spilled, Aleksei will turn me, and then you will no longer have your 'human virgin'. I will go to you when I am ready- you have my word- but until then, you must leave."

Guillaume and Emile exchanged glances, slightly appalled at the girl's sudden courageous outburst. She was unwavering in her fury, and knew that were they to break their word, Aleksei or any other of her vampire friends would have no trouble heeding to her wish to turn. Were it Aleksei having said this, they would have easily called his bluff, knowing full well that he would never touch the girl in such a way, especially concerning her humanity. But the virgin was different; she was defiant and unpredictable. She seemed desperate to keep her friends safe and would be willing to go to any lengths to ensure that they were.

"Very well then," Emile responded. "You have six months. If you fail to appear before our father Napoleon, we will slaughter every last human being in this entire country, and that includes your little hunter friends."

"We will eagerly await your arrival, princess," said Guillaume. "Do not fail us."

And with that, the two princes disappeared into the horizon, only their maniacal cackling resounding in the atmosphere. Lorenzo watched her, a bit stunned at her antics; he had never known her to be so outspoken. The years that he had observed her, he learned of her reserved and gentle nature- nothing like what she had just done. He opened his mouth to say something, but she looked up at him with eyes so filled with hurt and anger that he simply couldn't.

"Get out," she snarled. "You are not welcome here either."

"Isabella, I-"

"GET OUT!"

He said nothing else, simply nodded and excused himself. Things were changing, and doing so quickly. He knew if he upset her in anyway, she would result to impulsive stupidity- namely, turning herself into a bloodsucking heathen- so he left, ignoring the triumphant glares he would most likely be receiving. When he was gone, leaving only Isabella and the Avalons, she began to weep. Overhead, a fierce pang of thunder exploded in the sky. She turned tearfully at the two royal purebloods, the only ones that weren't after her for her blood.

"I don't know what else to do," she answered Mina sadly. "If I don't go, they'll keep coming, keep killing innocent people. I'd rather have all of you hate me and be safe, than die trying to protect me."

She remembered Dean and the intense hurt in his eyes. Her heart was so heavy, probably feeling the way his had, as well as her own despair. Without another second's hesitation, the girl sprinted past the purebloods and out into her lawn, where she could see the hunters in the distance. For a moment, she pondered chasing after him; she knew Vera hated her, and Selene probably shared that feeling. But she wanted to be with Dean above everything else; she wanted to keep him safe and alive. She would run away with him if running away from her problems was part of her nature, but her morality wouldn't allow it.

"Dean!" she called, then started running again. "Dean, wait!"

She shoved past Selene and Veratos until she collided with the hunter. She grabbed a hold of his hand and tried to stop him, gazing directly into his eyes, though she was at a loss for words. What was this she felt inside her frantically beating heart? Could it even be possible to love someone you've only known for two days? Despite this, she couldn't deny that she wanted to be near him at all times, which is why she kept defying him. All she could do was stare at him, burning with a desire to kiss his lips and hold on to him.

"Dean, I... I'm just... I'm just trying to do what's best," she said softly, breaking eye contact.

***


"Whoa, girl," Julian said, collecting her off the ground and placing her back on the bed. "You aren't bothering- I wouldn't have helped you out if I didn't want to. Just relax. I can take you home if you want."

At the same moment, Lukas and Damian appeared in the threshold, watching the girl apprehensively. When Julian looked at them, they cast their gazes to the ground, as if to show respect. He could see that she was trying to withhold some information from him, and he couldn't help but chuckle as he rose to his feet to open the window and allow for fresh pine scented air into the room. If only she knew what they were, she might not feel as safe as she does now. Afterall, treading in the den of a wolf was dangerous territory.

"What were you doing at the school so early?" Julian asked, determined to get her to admit her secret on her own. He had never met anyone aside from his brothers and the rest of his packmates that were keen to the supernatural. They were forced to live in secrecy; although they attended school as normal boys, they were sure that if the council knew of their existence, they would have his entire family exterminated.

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Vera ran up to catch Dean kicking some dirt, he had slowed down so that she would follow him.

"What are you planning?" she asked smoothly, once they reached out of hearing range from the vampires behind them. She knew he was way too stubborn when it came to a case to just drop out like that. She even smiled at the look in his eyes, he was not happy about it at all and she knew why.

"I think she has a plan, but she needs better preparation for it... Just wish I had the chance to train her... I think it's both a smart move and also an impractical one." Dean revealed his truest intention.
"Wait, what now? She's smart?"
"Yeah, can't believe she came up with that all by herself, I mean why else do you think she's going in without a fight? It's like she wants them to bring her right into the Lion's den, do a little recon, but I really wished I'd taught her how to better handle weapons. Whatever, let's hope she keeps the baretta." Dean replied, "I had to make it look like I was giving up on her, dropping out of the grid, play along with the whole betrayal falls, make them think I wouldn't go after her. They're not seeing me coming."

Vera chuckled, boy was clever. "Shouldn't you find that witch first?"

"I got that on my to-do list, anything else?" Dean sensed Selene coming on, he'd have to explain it all to her later.

"You get to teach Lombardi some weaponry skills, look here she comes." Vera pointed, hesitating when the girl rushed over and latched her hand to his, pulling him back.

Dean whirled, glaring darkly at the girl, who did she think she was anyways? Just throwing her life like that on the line, as if not trusting him to keep her safe? He was still genuinely pissed that she would do this. A little behind her came Aleksei and Mina, both not doing too well cause of the excessive exposure to the morning rays.

What's best? Is that what she thought was best? Best for who?

"Yeah, because being the martyr always works right?! I can't protect you if you don't even believe that I can." Dean said sullenly, he wanted to pull away from her grasp, but he didn't, like he wanted her keep holding on. "What would be the point of trying to talk you out of it? You're gonna ignore me and go anyways..."

Vera crossed her arms, leaning back on her heels, she looked at Selene, a ghost of a smile playing at her lips.

Aleksei approached them as they all seemed to have regrouped here, good, it was shadier here. He too wasn't exactly gung-ho for Isabella's decision, he would also talk to her later on, once everyone was calm. Maybe he could get some things straight on why she chose this instead of letting them protect her.

Mina leaned against Aleksei, gripping his coat sleeve she looked up at him, her eyes begging him to come back home now and stay there a while with her. That's how well he knew her to know she was most likely thinking this. He wove an arm around her, comforting her as best as he could manage.

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Isabella tightened her grip around Dean's hand, feeling some kind of heat meet where their flesh made contact. As he spoke, betrayal heavy in his voice, she gazed unwaveringly into his eyes for the first time. Despite the fact it felt as though she had turned her back on them, she was confident in her decision to go straight into their lair. Should she gain their trust, she could strike them directly at their core; using her position as queen, or whatever it is they wanted to make her, she could possibly ignite a Trojan type war of sorts. She could manipulate them into imploding their empire from the inside out.

She wouldn't tell Dean any of this, despite her furious wanting to. She would have to share this with Aleksei, whom had become her confidante. He knew the inner workings of the empires like the back of his hand; after all, he was one of the ancients that ruled over them, anyway. She pulled Dean closer, until she could almost feel his breath on her face, looking up at him like a brave little soldier to her sergeant.

"Dean, this isn't about protecting me anymore," she began, biting her lip. "If they don't have me, they will tear the world apart until they do. I need you to trust me-"

She turned and observed each of their faces. They all looked at her like she had given them a Judas kiss- asking them to trust her now was something that seemed entirely impossible. For a moment, a sharp pain in her temple forced her eyes shut, and when they did so, she could see the same robed woman again. She stood before a council it seemed, where Aleksei was seated among a group of others. The woman stood quite still, and her head was held high, although the council members looked deeply perplexed.

"Have faith in me," she said. "I will not fail you."

The images faded and Isabella opened her eyes. She looked back up at Dean, remembering the baretta nestled at her hip. She took a deep breath before looking back over her shoulder at her dilapidated home, her father's corpse still among the ruins within. She would collect her belongings before nightfall, and after that she would move- probably with Aleksei, though she wasn't worried about it now- but at the moment, she had to face her future. She was tryin her hardest to remain composed during the situation that tried so hard to break her apart.

"I have a plan," she continued, her voice grave. "But I need you to teach me how to be a killer."

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Julian could smell her fear as if she were wearing it like a bad perfume. He exchanged glances with Lukas and Damian, and with a simple look, the two disappeared into the kitchen. Lyra was apprehensive of the situation, and with good reason; she was in a strange house, alone, with boys she had never met before. And now she was beginning to come to terms with the fact that she was utterly helpless to defend herself against them, should they intend to harm her. But his demeanor was soft, showing her that he meant no such thing, and only wished to help her.

"Sure you were," he began before responding to her suspicious inquiring of his purpose at the school. He could smell her lie the instant in left her pretty lips. "Well, I was on my way to football practice with my brothers, but I found you knocked out on the ground..."

He smirked playfully at her. He could almost read her thoughts, wondering why he hadn't decided to take her to a hospital, as any normal human being would have. And perhaps he mistakenly followed his instincts in bringing her to his home instead of a medical center, which could possibly have harmed his human facade. But he couldn't help it- he was a creature of instinct, and he followed wherever his gut led him. He probably should have been more mindful of the consequences, especially concerning a human girl, but for some reason that went out the window when he looked at her. Maybe it was the fact that he could tell she was not an ordinary teenager.

"Abduction?" he chuckled, his nose wrinkling slightly as a wide, wolfish grin spread over his handsome features. "I suppose if you choose to look at it that way, but if you haven't noticed, you aren't shackled or isolated. You can leave if you want... and I didn't take you to the hospital because I figured you wouldn't appreciate a giant bill just to get checked out for fainting."

He observed her closely, noticing the instant that her countenance became sad, and assuming it was because of her home situation. But she was resilient, almost immediately returning their gaze, almost as if she were deflecting them. He liked that- she was spunky, perfectly capable of handling her own, and not just a useless damsel in distress. At that moment, Damian entered the room, but he didn't say a word; Julian turned to acknowledge him, as if he had sensed his approach.

"What is it, brother?" Julian asked.

"Grandfather Wolfgang is asking for you," he replied gravely, his eyes on the ground. "He's waiting in the living room."

"Alright. Give me a second," he then turned to Lyra, switching his gaze from the plate of toast she picked at, then back at her. "Excuse me, Lyra. It was a pleasure to meet you- Damian can show you the way out if you wish, but I do suggest you eat something to regain your strength."

Then he got up, strode past Damian, and disappeared into the hallway until he reached the living room. An old man with braided silver hair sat upon a rocking chair, a long tobacco pipe wedged comfortably between his thin lips. The light skin of his age ridden face was leathery and perplexed, and he did not acknowledge Julian when he entered the room. Instead, a plume of smoke spiraled out of his nostrils as he swayed back and forth on the wooden chair.

"You called for me, grandfather?" Julian asked, already knowing the topic was concerning Lyra.

"The girl," he started, his voice monotonous. "Why have you brought a human into our home, Julian?"

"She was hurt, and she needed my help. I wasn't just going to leave her for someone else to find."

"You above all others know the affairs of humans are not our concern."

"Perhaps, but Lyra is different, grandfather."

There was a moment of silence before the old man averted his cold green eyes to stare directly at the young man. More smoke poured from his nostrils and his now parted lips before he said another word, but Julian stood his ground.

"She stinks of evil spirits," the old man said. "We do not welcome such wickedness into our home."

"That's the thing, grandfather- I believe she was fighting them. She has been weakened immensely. If she had been conjuring them, then she would have been strengthened. She is utterly defenseless, and is no way a threat to us, even if that is what she intended."

"We risk exposure should she decide to tell others."

"She doesn't know what we are. Besides that, she was passed out when I brought her here. She couldn't tell anyone where we were, and I can see to it that she never does."

"Julian, if you are to be alpha, this behavior- interaction with human beings- is not acceptable. You know this, son, so why do you deliberately disobey me?"

Julian cast his gaze to the ground, swallowing a hard lump that had formed in his throne. How could he show his grandfather that Lyra was innocent? He had just met the girl, but every instinct in his body was telling him he could trust her. He sighed, looking over his shoulder down the corridor at the room she was in, then turned back to face the man.

"I will take her home, grandfather."

***


Selene watched the two star crossed lovers argue and bicker at each other as if they were a married couple. Her aquamarine eyes flashed at the mention of a plan- this made her apprehensive. Isabella was a human, albeit a very special one, but she had no knowledge of the world that was unfurling around her. How could she devise an effective strategy without first knowing her enemy? Selene could hardly trust her now after the stunt she had just pulled with the royals, but when Michael squeezed her hand reassuringly, she decided that it was the only choice she had. The girl would do whatever she pleased; there was nothing anyone could counteract that would stop her.

"She's going to get herself killed," Selene growled. "How can we trust her?"

Isabella eluded Dean's inquiring gaze. She knew he wanted her to tell him, but she also knew that her plan would upset him even further. If she told him everything, he might even try and stop her- in fact, she knew that he would, and then everything would be ruined. Thankfully, though, he allowed her some time to collect her things and the revelation of her plan would have to be postponed. Before she went inside, she gripped his hand, pulling him toward her so that she could reach his cheek on her tiptoes and plant an affectionate kiss there.

"Thank you," she said, before turning to inspect her destroyed home.

Her emotions began to spin wildly inside of her. She tried her best to ignore the agony that was crushing her heart in its grasp as she entered through the threshold and came across the corpse of her father. She didn't look at it- she strode directly into her room, which had also been torn apart, probably because the vampires were searching for her. She grabbed the large floral travel bag that her father had given her as a gift once, placing some clothes, her grandmother's journal and a few pieces of the antique jewelry she had left her in it. Then she took the photograph that her father had in his hand, tucked it away in her pocket, knelt down to kiss him goodbye, and lit a match.

"I'll see you again one day, papa," she whispered, before tossing the match into the house and turning away as her living room was set ablaze. She stopped beside Dean, though she did not face him. "We have six months."

Then she started toward the road, not waiting for Dean or anyone else to follow.

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"I...I don't make deals with demons..." Dean said, then watched with even more tension tightening in his gut as the demon was brutally torn away from his vessel, like Lyra had found control and forced him out with sheer will edging her on. Go girl. And then she careened to the earth, her strings cut. Michael informed him that she was still alive, and just about to confirm himself he stopped dead in his tracks when something overwhelmed him, nearly robbing him of air, or maybe it was because his breath caught in his throat and wouldn't travel the rest of its way to his lungs. Either he was dreaming, or hallucinating from very little sleep.

Mom was there, a vision of white, as pure and beautiful as he'd ever recalled seeing her.

Yup, that was mommy dearest -more dear than any mother he could ever know. But how? When? Why? Was beyond him, he couldn't even ask given the chance anyways, he was left astounded. She had first aided the fallen Lyra, the angel's single touch like bleach, killing all the bad left over vibes from the girl. Leaving her cleansed once again. Taking away all her ailment and returning her health and vitality to her. All happening so quickly, she was standing now, looking statuesque before them all, her violet eyes locked on him, and then she smiled. He'd never thought he'd see that again, it nearly made him crack. He'd seen that very smile on her, the last emotion on her face just before-

She vanished instantly.

But her kiss that felt more like a sweet breeze left him with goose bumps all over.

His heart sky rocketed, bringing with it an adrenaline rush at sensing something coming at them, but was already there before he could make a move. A guy, one that he couldn't recognize was there, Lyra in his arms, as if he were her safety net, reminding him of how fiercely Aleksei had seized Isabella back at the gym. It took the hunter a second to find his ground, Pull it together Dean, he took a slow, deep, breath. Relieving his aching lungs, blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the quick change of light and he lowered his gaze to stare right at the new face. Nope, he couldn't place a name on the guy, means he'd never met him. But he could pick up something from him, not as normal as he appeared. Like everything in Dean's life. Nothing was ever what it seemed, and even so, it all felt like he was just barely scratching the surface of things.

He noticed the little silent looks both Selene and this new face shared, they had some history, but he would ask questions about it later.

Messaging the back of his neck, this being his first movement since his mother dropped in, he listened intently to Selene, her implying Lyra being a probable witch was a good guess. Though an incorrect one. If there were a few things he could remember about witches were there very vengeful ways, and their tendencies to be downright gross. Lyra was nothing like that, first of all, a witch wouldn't be caught dead getting pinned by a little demon. Not ever, unless he/she wanted his/her ego bruised. And second, if Lyra were a witch, wouldn't she had worked her witchy powers on all these demons back at the school? Witch craft was a serious trade, one that they practiced like a damn mantra, over and over 'till everything was perfect.

He disagreed with the huntress, "We're not pulling Isabella back into this mess, this is our job to handle, and we will do it without involving others into it. So that's a no. End of story." Dean told her tersely, he had kept his steady gaze on the other, wondering if he was a threat or not.

Aleksei was there, amid the forestry, he couldn't help but stay back and watch this, it was all so very intriguing. The rock had just started picking up speed and now seemed to slow, but it was still rolling. Pacing toward them, he acknowledged the would be alpha, the boy's scent matched those of his elders and the pureblood already knew who he belonged to.

"Send Wolfgang my regards, I plan on paying him a visit when I get the chance to, it's been a while," Aleksei said easily, he came to a pause a little away from the group, preferring to stay were the shadows were strongest. Mina was awaiting him with her parasol, her eyes alit like fire at the scent of the werewolf, oh yeah she was fascinated but she tried to keep herself composed, channeling Aleksei's control. It would be so cool to see this one turn into a wolf, she could only dream of what it would be like to see one of them in action. She was weird like that.

Directing his attention to the hunter, he smiled slightly, "Isabella is visiting her mother, at the moment it wouldn't be wise to disturb her with this. It's not necessary. However leaving her without back-up I think is unwise. I do agree that Salvatore should remain close to her, just in case."

"Alright, nobody screw up. I'll go find her, whatever." Then Dean gave Lyra a weary gaze and the boy who held her, a fierce one saying "Don't hurt Isabella's friend or I'll make you wish you weren't born." just before glancing at Selene, "Go to Billie's he knows where to find the residential witch, if there even is one still kicking around here, maybe he could find something about that witch and that legend. Maybe the Zev- whoever could be right. We'll regroup there."

Then he left them.

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Selene glared at Dean with a disapproving look of steel. She tossed her dark hair and then shifted her gaze to Michael, who stroked her cheek, inquiring about her history with Julian. She moved her head away from him, then stepped toward the wolf boy, who was watching Lyra as she retreated from him. Her expression never wavered, even when she looked back at Michael. She straightened her leather jacket over her figure.

"Does that fool still not understand Isabella is the focal point of all this madness?" she growled, deeply peeved. "No matter what we do, Isabella is linked to all of it. I believe she should be notified that her dearest friend was hurt. But whatever. That stupid boy will learn soon enough. Unless he really is that dense."

She rolled her eyes, but before she could say anything else, she noticed Michael's inquisitive expression. He truly was curious about her relationship with Julian, but she was unsure if she wanted to inform him yet. She fixed the bow strapped to her back, itching to use them, then remembered Billie. He was an advocate of weapons, so perhaps she could buy a more suitable one off of him? She would bring it up when they got to where they were going. Now all she had to do was find Vera. She needed the woman, whom she felt a growing bond with, to help her in tracking the witch and possibly fighting her off if push came to shove.

"He is," she finally answered Michael, stealing one last glance at the boy whom Aleksei was addressing. Then she started through the woods, ignoring the sting of the sunlight as she made her way toward her motorcycle. "Meet me at Billie's. Finding the witch is our main priority."

It was truly outstanding, though a usual occurence, how Selene could shut her emotions off so easily. She was quick to guard herself and not waver from her defense, even if it meant she was opposing those that cared for her. Nonetheless, it was her method of protection, more like an instinct she adapted from her father, who digressed that emotions and the expression of them were traits of the weak. She eyed the crescent moon ring on her hand, fingered it, and looked toward the horizon. She then took the helmet that was strapped to her front handlebars and put it on, kickstarted her bike, and finally sped away into the hills toward the automotive shop.

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"You're the White One, aren't you?" Julian said, observing Aleksei as though he were an apparition. "My grandfather always spoke highly of you. I'm sure he will be pleased with your visit."

Then he shifted his grey gaze to Mina, whom watched him like one might stare at a puppy. He fidgeted uneasily before finally returning his attention to Lyra, who pulled away from him and retreated into the woods. She lied to him again. He could smell it and understand it almost as if he could read her mind- but why? What about her family was she so bent on hiding from him? What was she so ashamed of? He lifted his eyes heavenward, squinting at the sun beating down on the group. He closed his eyes and breathed in the sweet scent of earth and pine. He loved the outdoors. He was born of the earth, and it was his duty as her son to be a proper steward and ensure her wellbeing.

"Lyra, wait-" he called, running after her and seizing her by the hand. "Why do you keep running away from me? I mean you no harm. At least let me walk you home."

He let her hand go, afraid she might recoil and become fearful of him. He just wanted to make sure she knew she had a comrade in him regardless of what his grandfather and packmates thought. Afterall, he is the appointed alpha, and what he says is ultimately what goes- trusting in this particular human was not a foolish move. If what his grandfather had taught him his entire life proved to be true, then the humans, particularly God's favorite, would come to need all the help they could get- and that included a comraderie with his pack. He would have to get his brothers to trust in his decisions sooner or later, or perhaps if he brought Lyra around them more often, they might see what Julian saw.

"And don't mind that old dog," Julian said of Wolfgang, nudging her reassuringly. "They don't learn new tricks, you know. He hasn't quite accepted the evolution of the present century. I'm sorry if you heard what he was babbling about."

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Selene hesitated before she went up to the door. She remained straddling her motorcycle, which growled lazily beneath her until she shut it off. Then she took her helmet and strapped it again to her handlebars, her aquamarine eyes scanning the quiet business. This man was close friends with the hunter- could it be possible that Billie was familiar with her father as well? Perhaps they had been teammates at some point, or something. Her eyes fell to the trinket on her finger, and she sighed, swinging her leg over the bike and approaching the building.

"Billie?" she called upon reaching the door, looking over her shoulder in search of Michael and Vera. Where had she gone off to?

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Aleksei approached the boy, giving him a grave expression he lowered himself to whisper in the kid's ear. "We're holding a conference at the auto shop, the only one Sable has. It concerns Isabella. Have Wolfgang join us if he will. We'll be waiting." Then he straightened and walked away, Mina followed suit. Leaving Julian behind to do his part...

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Veratos smirked, "Normal as in, she looks like a regular if you know what I mean." she explained, then chuckling lightly, she added, "Yeah I wonder where she gets her miracle cream."

Maggie brightened at Wolfgang, with obvious recognition, the same look Billie gave his old hunter buddies whenever they stopped by. Then followed another young one, she greeted him with a smile. The witch's gaze lingered on the elder man long enough to see that he was settling in, just as effortlessly back into the "hunt" as any of them did, before swinging back to the Isabella, concern for the young Italian evident in her features when she closed her eyes and pressed fingers onto the side of her brow.

They all tensed around her, watching Isabella with equal bouts of increasing worry. It was all for her after all that they had gathered here for. Only when she opened her eyes again and looked about, smiling an embarrassed little grin.

Selene voiced her reaction to the hybrid Veratos' confirmation of Lombardi's future, even giving the girl that look that clearly said, "you're screwed."

Maggie rose like a woman in power, to address them all, especially Dean. She'd never imagine the things he wanted to do to her, witches. Damn why it had to be one of 'em?

"Well now, that's showing some spirit. Missy, I think you should learn some people skills, that is no way to think," she shot this to the ever so downer Selene who was quick to assume that all was lost. It wasn't --not yet it was. They had options, there was always options. At least Dean firmly believed there were.

Maggie then glided her light forest eyes back, meeting Dean's starer.

"Don't need to trust me Salvatore, but that wasn't why you requested my presence was it? We're here to discuss this young lady's situation," She gestured toward Isabella at his side. He clenched his teeth. How calm and almost amused did she have to be? He could just punch her. He almost did.

Maggie smirked a coy grin, that knowing look in her eyes, "Word around is she's already been spotted by the vamps." She divided her gaze from Dean to Alek, who gave her a simple nod of affirmation to that fact, before redirecting her gaze to Dean again.

Another secret smile tilted her lips, if only Dean could read her mind. Bitch.

"Now, you're all planning something am I right?" Stupid question, her smile grew as her eyes settled expectantly to Billie.

He nodded, "Yeah, as soon as I know what's what." Billie crossed his arms, staring from the witch to everyone else. Apparently it all came down to her. She was the center of their case, how freaking weird. She was just a normal girl, why did the vamps want her blood for, a power boost?

Dean wrapped his fingers around Isabella's hand, glanced at her for a split second, then turned his gaze to the witch, he cleared his throat, capturing her attention. In his most grave tone, laid it out, "Well, first things first, I got Billie to hail your witchy ass down 'cuz I'm somehow linked to her. To put it short, if something bad happens to me, if I die. So does she. I want you to undo it... If it's even a spell to begin with."

Maggie's eyes widened like saucers, she shot him a mean look, "Undo the Life-force binding spell? The one I created to not only bring her to life when she dies, but also make it work so that you don't die after she's revived? Hmm, hunter, are you sure that's a good idea? I mean, we're all here to protect her right? I just skipped to the part where you all fail, and she gets killed because face it, Fate is never wrong, and no matter how many times we may all try to thwart what's been written, it can't be completely avoided, " she shrugged, "thank me later, but that's a no."

"What?! So it was you?" Dean shot to his feet, staring eye-to-eye with the witch who looked as if she'd done the most wonderful thing in the world. "When the hell-how the hell...?"

"You were a baby when I linked you. Your father gave me permission. That simple. Don't you think we've already addressed this matter, thinking up so many ways in which we could all prevent this from happening? Prevent an innocent death?" she countered, her tone even, her gaze locked on him.

"Yeah, well bang up job ya did, in case you have forgotten, I'm a damn hunter. I can get ganked by anyone of those bastards out there ya ever considered what'd happen then?"

He could feel the vampire staring, like an itch he couldn't scratch. "Salvatore, watch your tone, she's a witch and a powerful one." Aleksei warned him quietly, his auras spiking beneath his calm facade.

"Shut your pie hole, this is between me and her."

"I am verily aware of your daily ventures hunter, but given the circumstances, because of what you are, that is highly unlikely. That's how I knew this would work. Now, is that all you wanted me here for?" Maggie planted both hands on her hips, staring back expectantly, "Are we going to get to the part where we ambush the Italian vamps or discuss whether I can undo the spell? Because no matter what you say I won't undo it."

"Maybe this will change your mind," Dean held the Colt to the witch's forehead, the barrel pressed directly in between her brows. His finger on the trigger ready to pull and blow her brains out.

"How dare you, ingrate. Threatening my life after I did you the favor of helping to save this girl before you'd even known of what's coming for her? Get that thing out of my sight!" A thick force of brutal, electrical energies crackled in the room, a powerful gust of air whipped at the pistol in Dean's grip, smacking the weapon out of his hand, sending it flying over everyone's heads smashing through the glass window outside.

"Balls, this is exhausting," Billie muttered as he rubbed his brows and sighed. "Tell me when you get your head outta your ass so that we can get to what's important here ya idjit."

Dean shot him a look, "What? Are you even hearing what she's saying?"

"Dean don't be so grouchy, she was helping, don't you see, she's already known all this would happen even before you took on this case." Veratos explained like she knew who they were dealing with. She approached and wrapped her hands around his bicep using the distraction as an excuse just to get all close and touchy. Carmine lips curved into a sexy smile and her eyes glittered with pure want as she looked from him to Maggie.

Maggie rose her brows, noticing Veratos, "Precisely, you're a sharp one. He should learn from you... Now let's get back to the real-"

"Wait a sec, you said my father had a say in this? Are you talking about Adacio?" Dean interrupted, calming a little, and ignoring Veratos' painfully obvious hitting on him. He had to focus.

Maggie exchanged a knowing look with Billie who's face paled several shades of white. Now what?

"You didn't tell him?"

"Tell me what?" Dean glancing back.

"No, I haven't." Billie answered drily.

Maggie shook her head, "Well boy there's not much for me to tell you. That's a discussion for you and Billie to have."

"Billie." Dean turned, how did he know that this Adacio demon lord was his father -biological father and had never even told him? What a way to pull a fast one on him. He yanked his arm from Veratos and crossed the room, leaving with Billie.

Finding his gun near an old junked car he slid it back into its holster, then he followed.

"Ya just gonna walk out?"

"You know I hate witches right? I mean she could be lying her ass off in there. I'm not buying her crap." Dean just wanted him to know that as it was prickling in his head like a wild hornets nest waiting to burst. "'Cuz if my father is some jacked up demonic lord, you'd told me that a long time ago, right?" Dean trudged down a row of old cars with the older man, glad as all give out that he was outta that damn crowded and stuffy room. Yeah, call him claustrophobic, he didn't enjoy a space occupied by more than four people at a time. He glanced back to look at Billie, reading his face. He didn't like the guilt tripping he was seeing. Damn.

"Well yeah, Adacio is your blood relative if we're being technical. He's a... I don't know how to tell you this, he ain't all human if you know what I mean." Billie slowly admitted, watching Dean closely. "I've called your old man but it keeps going to voice mail, he won't pick up probably 'till he's done with his case."

Dean hesitated next to an old Chevy, black paint peeling off its banged up body. "Your saying all this time you knew James wasn't my father, that I'm a freaking son of the devil and ya never bothered mentioning it to me?"

Billie sighed, "Come on boy, like I could without James threatening to take you away if you knew the truth. I didn't have a choice."

"He took on another case?"

"Yup, one in Eden, North Carolina, something's wicked popped up, been leaving vics dead all over, hearts torn out. I think you know what that means."

"Right. So now he decides is a good time to turn off his cell during a hunt, wait until I see him." Dean released a shuddering breath, his fist pounding into the hood of the car, leaving a deeper dent. Another question poised in his mind, but it refused to crystallize.

"What are you thinking, gonna go after him?"

"No, whenever he gets here, I'll face him. Are you gonna tell me who Adacio is?"

"Boy I don't think you even want to know."

Dean nodded, the words that sounded like a warning tumbling around in his head. All the secrets, the lies, not only was Billie forced to keep his trap shut about something so serious, but his own dad never told him. And he had plenty of chances to.

"I'm tired of this, can't you just tell me, tell me if he's a monster." He felt his throat tighten and a burning in the back of his eyes. What was worse? Being a freak or the son of a monster? Maybe both.

Billie sighed deeply, "It's something James wanted to tell you himself, something I shouldn't even be talking to you about. I promised him I wouldn't tell you anything about it."

Dean looked at him pointedly, "Well I know he isn't exactly normal, and the fact that he made deals with a witch. What's with all the mystery here?"

Billie put a hand on his shoulder, "We'll cross that bridge when we get there, for now let's go back inside and focus on your case."

"No! I want freaking answers. This can't wait, I need to know what the hell I'm dealing with, it's… it's changing me. I see things, hear things I've never even…" He realized a bit too late he was yelling, his fists clenched so tightly blood seeped through his fingers where his nails bit into his palms. "What else are you not telling me? Huh? This Adacio guy is the reason I'm not normal isn't he? Is that why a witch tacked Isabella's soul with mine, betting on the juiced up horse not to kick it when things get hairy?"

Billie stared with wide eyes. As if he'd turned into some crazed beast. What did he think he couldn't put two plus two and connect the dots?

"That's what it looks like, she even said it herself and called it a favor. A favor for who? I never signed up for it. Heck I never even got a word in, and everyone is in on it except me."

Billie tore his gaze, surveying the lot, pain written all over his face. "I'm sorry kid, I didn't want things to get outta hand. I just wanted to keep you safe."

Dean unclenched his hands ignoring the sting in his palms, intrigued he brought his hand up watching as half moon incisions closed up fight before his eyes in a matter of seconds.

"I nearly died today, heck I think I actually was a doornail for a moment. Then outta nowhere my heart kicked back up into gear, that's how I knew. Something wasn't right."

Billie stared, he could feel his eyes on him, unlike with Aleksei it didn't feel cold and prickly. It was familiar and yet, he couldn't define the feeling, the new feeling that he sensed, some type of caution. As if he'd drop his marbles and what, lose whatever was left of his humanity? Did he even feel human anymore? He had demon blood coursing through his pipes, how much of himself was even normal anymore?

"We have to have a serious talk about this son, but there's a case. And you and I are the only ones here to work it right."

"But the bonds still hold? Sabrina the bitch won't lift it?"

Billie shook his head, "It wasn't my decision--"

"Hell it wasn't mine either, all I'm sayin' is that it's a bad call… My soul… My soul isn't even human is it?"

Billie grasped his shoulder giving it a firm squeeze, "You maybe a hybrid, but you're still got heart. You're my son I've told you that a bunch of times."

Dean lowered his hands and nodded. He wasn't going to continue arguing if a girl who depended on him was waiting. He decided he'd kust have to fight, keep going. Until he couldn't anymore and another hunter put him out for it. But until that day, for now she needed his help and that came first.

Inside the shop, Aleksei was discussing with everyone else some sort of strategy on how he would handle the bulk of the vampires while Isabella could hold her end and try to defend herself since there was no talking her out of going along with them. He seemed highly confident that Dean would train her well enough by the time prom night came around. Coming to end his statement soon after for Veratos to pick up and say, "I've acquired a satellite map of Italy, namely Rome encircled as the focal point. Avalon if we can figure out where exactly their nest is, we could strike 'em, take 'em down in numbers. The more out of the way, the easier it would be to get to the Alpha vampire, he won't have so many soldiers to back him up. Makes the fight even on our side," she opened a large map on the coffee table so that everyone could see it.

Dean leaned in over her shoulder to inspect the colorfully and richly detailed map. Names of each important land mark and all the regions respectively, some of them even marked in as points of interest.

She indicated a little space in between the Palazzo Cardinal Seci and Hotel Columbus. "They're hotels, not your average nighters either these are like Four Seasons big. I have a feeling they're gonna have Isabella spend some time there. Lorenzo's words."

Could the key in his pocket reveal something to this puzzle? Maybe it could clue them in on something he was missing. "I doubt these vamps would announce where they hide, much less make it an obvious place. Finding them will be tricky."

Dean glared at the witch who ignored him, he then turned to stare at the map Aleksei was studying like the thing would magically tell him where the nest was with a giant green arrow. He rolled his eyes, this was not going to work and would only be a waste of their time, precious seconds he couldn't exactly spare. The clock was ticking.

"I think we should all just go to Italy, scope out Rome, and find a vamp or two from that nest, I doubt it'll be that hard for them to stay hidden, especially when they sense their bait is hooked and thrown into the sea. We'll all be there to keep her safe obviously, but if we're gonna go with that option, I think she needs a little hunter-how-to's down to a synch before anything. Can't be too careless here." Dean suggested, tapping the tip of his boot restlessly against the wooden floor.

"I second that notion." Billie agreed, standing near his desk heaped with old text books and reference papers.

Veratos glanced at her hunter pal, smiling as she always did, "I like where you're going Salvatore, but how long are we speaking here? This should be done soon, before they strike. I don't believe Lorenzo's gentlemanly act of kindness, they'll try to get to us first. I can feel it. They don't know how to play fair, especially when we have what they so badly crave."

"That depends on Isabella herself, what's your take on all this crap?" Dean peered at her, "It's your life we're talking about Isabella."

Veratos, Aleksei, Mina, and Maggie gazed her probably wondering the same thing. Surely she'd have plenty to say.

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Michael sighed as Dean was quick to loose his cool and immidiately go all hunter-mode on the witch right then and there. Frankly the situation couldn't get any more worse, right? He rubbed his temples, taking a moment to consciously block the uneasy vibes swirling around him. They were giving him a headache and making his own vampire instincts skittish and on edge. It was true, vampires had quite the pack mentality sometimes. They picked up on one another's feelings and responded to them, often automatically. Of course, the 'alpha' was the one who set the tone, and as Michael watched Aleksei, he could tell why everyone else was feeling agitated. Could the hunter who wasn't a vampire at all sense it too?

He shot Avalon a quick glance, the pureblood's eyes were watching the hunter steadily.

Aleksei's aura could be felt powerfully, especially since they were all in the same room. It wasn't exactly dark, not like it could get when the pureblood was angry. It was just... unsettled, or perhaps frustrated. The fact that Aleksei was broadcasting instead of keeping it tightly under control like he usually did, however, meant that the feelings must be pretty intense.

"Salvatore, watch your tone, she's a witch and a powerful one." Aleksei was saying in that quiet, dangerous tone he had which usually signaled when it was wise to run for the hills.

When the colt was suddenly flying across the room, Michael flickered his attention to the witch and the hunter, for a moment there he thought he would have to jump to his feet and pull them apart. Something about Dean's father Adacio had been brought up, Michael didn't know who that was, he'd even looked to Aleksei, who's eyes veered to Isabella, more focused on her for some reason than the arguement, he could feel the tention building up in him. The pureblood must have found staring at her more soothing than watching the hunter and witch yell at eachother. Michael agreed, his fingers found Selene's hand and held it firmly. Soon Dean was out the door with Billie, extending the convo about Adacio maybe?

As soon as he left, Michael watched Maggie seat herself on the couch again, an indifferent look in her gaze.

For a while after, they were surrounded by a deep silence. A pause it was, to find that "calm" again. After a while Michael could sense Aleksei's aura slowly fade, like the pureblood was getting a 'grip' on himself.

"So, getting back on the task at hand, Isabella. Care to fill us in on whatever plans you have?" Michael asked, switching his sights to the Italian girl, this was all about her. Only her.

The conversation would pick up from there, reaching Aleksei who's tone was soft, and yet also forceful. He would find a way to locate the alpha, a task only he could well accomplish, while Isabella would be training with the hunter. Was it possible for the two purebloods to discuss this matter, maybe reach some sort of agreement? With the way things were going, Michael wouldn't be holding his breath for that. The girl was already their target and she'd already been given an expectent date. One that if they even tried to dismiss would have dire consequences befall them all. Vampire sized trouble would be inevitable.

Micheal listened as the pureblood revealed his plans to help defend Isabella's life if the situation resulted in the use of weapons, they weren't all sure exactly what the vampires would want Isabella for, only guessing that the prophesy would rewrite her future, but nothing could ever really be ascertained. It was funny to think that maybe this time the same thing wouldn't happen again. Maybe this time she wouldn't have to be subjected to such a horrific end. The Italian vampires could paint it out as her doing them a service all they wanted, point to the treaty as being the sole thing they stood by --but he nore Aleksei weren't buying it. The very same situation had been done before, and what did that fix? Nothing. These vampires are still egging him on, even now they still were.

Michael had known something like this were happening to Aleksei long before any of the others had been pulled into this mess. Isabella was being targeted and the proof was in the little packeges sent to the pureblood months ago. It was the only shared inforamation Michael had gotten from Aleksei. He trusted him enough to let him know how much of a strain this was turning out to be on him. And Michael felt bad, not only because there wasn't much he could do to help, but because all this could end up with them failing as the witch ahd pointed out.

Fate was never wrong.

But they would all try anyways, especially Aleksei, he didn't take no for an answer. Isabella was his life and he would die to defend it, all the way.

And Michael would be there, every step.

He hadn't noticed when the hunter had returned until he suggested that they all go to Italy to force the Italian vampires out of hiding, then asked Isabella for her opinion. He stared at the girl, everyone did.

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((Right? That's what makes a role play survive, no matter how long it takes, no matter what, as long as there are great dedicated players out there, willing to put their time and effort into completing a game, it makes working up the scene to the next post the more worthwhile. Plus the fact that we're so well close-knit and like a family, much more fun. Even if I've never ever met you, I consider you my sister Chii too! It's like every RP that we've ever been in together, we strive to stick to it until the end -though it would be more awesome if others were like that. It's pretty tough to find that one selection of players willing to discuss and work out a plot idea, role play, and go down that road from start to very finish. I thank God I've met you St. Valentine, I was at a point that I thought it was pointless to even join an RP and try to go through with it, when everyone else would give up in the plot, grow bored and drop it. I thank you for having stuck through with us, three years is a long time. LOL and I'm glad that we'll finally reach that point in this one, FINALLY! ^_^ end it. I hope for many more epic role plays for us to work in together to come. ))



They are doing this all wrong, should have given her a .22 because of the low recoil, have her practice her shooting first at a shooting range, this is all happening too fast. But who am I to butt in on how they decide to teach her? It was either me or Morrigan. She choose Morrigan, let's hope for her sake this doesn't get too bloody, Veratos thought, watching from her perch on a thick branch in the surrounding trees. Had Isabella been given any other weapon, except for the baretta (hunter crafted) she wouldn't have worried much. Yet, they all decided it was a good idea for the very inexperienced girl to play target practice with a powerful and deadly weapon (that shot three rounds instead of one or two) at the other wolves and vampires. Even Michael was joining the mix, becoming a target for the girl to try and shoot at. wish I had a camera on me, Dean is missing out... she smirked wickedly, imagining what would happen if Isabella were to get lucky and hit any of them. It was the afternoon, the winds swept a bit chillier this time, and everything seemed to be back to normal --as normal as all give out. So far, the threats of the Italian vampires have been already dealt with (they're waiting back in Italy for Isabella to make her grand appearance in six months time from now) and from this day forward, the girl is to train her butt off in handling weaponry in order to defend herself should these fang-faces decide to attack her for whatever damn reason, when she does show up.

The witch hadn't given anything away, of course she wouldn't, instead of answering the girl's question, she had left telling her, "Your life is like a really good book, each chapter a new day. I wouldn't want to spoil it for you by telling you things that would ruin it for you when you reach that part of this riveting tale now do I?" she smiled, knowing the girl wouldn't appreciate the riddle and constant cryptic messages flying her way every time she wanted a direct response, "in time, you will figure it all out, when you are ready everything will be clear for you. Good luck on your journey child."

Even Veratos had been a bit bothered, she knew the damn witch knew what was going on, and was hell bent on not letting anything out. The question was why? Wouldn't it be better for them all if they knew what the heck they were all dealing with? Wouldn't it be best to get a better understanding of the true nature of the beast they were going to stand up against all to defend this one girl? Particularly for Dean? When she dug in deep, even without his full realization yet, she was aware of what Isabella meant for the hunter. She is his moral compass, as soon as she was set in his path, everything that she knew about him changed dramatically. It wasn't just because of the amnesia, he was gaining lost memories back, they returned to him in tandem bursts, when something happened, it would trigger a similar memory. He wasn't the same anymore, she had seen it the second he took in this case, Dean saw something in Isabella that the huntress herself was now only beginning to see; Isabella embodies Dean's desire to protect and preserve what is good about humanity, perhaps this was his angel side kicking in. Being a Nephilim and all, even if he wasn't conscious about it, affected him greatly. For instance, when it came to taking on a case, Dean did everything he could to protect people, and Isabella dictates Dean's choices, in her presence, his decisions shifted with her in consideration. Always did. It wasn't everyday that a mere hunter decides he wants to put his all on the line for a human girl's life. Most hunters considered themselves first before anything, but Dean wasn't like most hunters. Not only did he have an unwavering commitment to protect Isabella, he got pissed pretty quickly if she's forced into potentially dangerous situations, that would explain his refusal to train her -why else would he be bailing on them now? If he really wanted to train her into a Lara Croft, cunning survivalist, he would have jumped right in and started today as the girl herself had insisted several times already.

Veratos watched as Isabella held the baretta firmly in her hands, the way Selene had demonstrated on proper gun aiming and handling before, and took a good stance to aim and fire at her moving targets. The hybrid wondered along with the train taking off in her mind about the very special girl that was no longer a simple case, was it something that the witch had mentioned that shook Dean's will to teach her? She had told them all rather unflappably that they just might all fail in the end, which was why she had tethered Lombardi's life essence directly to Dean's in case , no, when she were to be killed unfortunately, as a means to "protect" her as if she knew thus wouldn't work.

Or maybe, looking at it from a vantage point, Isabella was already inching her way, closer and closer to his hellish world. It was there, in her messy, black locks, the same shirt and jeans she was left with being the few things she had on her before her house was destroyed (now left to cinders) her only choice to surely make it, by picking up a damn gun and learning to kill with it, the look in her eyes... it all reflected her loss of a normal life as she knew it, and Dean, realizing himself his inability to shelter her from their grim reality. It was through this that those two would eventually develop a strong bond. It had already taken root and grown branches, when Dean told her he would protect her from the vampires.

There's was the story of a promise.

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"Aleksei do you have to leave so soon?"

"I must in order to settle things once and for all, regrettably, I've been scheduled to meet them, but I've been putting it off. Now would be the perfect opportunity to put things at rest once and for all," the pureblood explained gently to his little princess as he was heading out the door. His things were packed, only a few necessary essentials while he was away in France, he wouldn't be but a few days, most likely a week while he worked through this situation with the French royalists, especially the appointed King of the vampire council there, Delano Delroy. He had known the pureblood prince when he was just a child, hadn't even grown out his fangs yet. In truth the pureblood himself was curious to how the boy, now in his twenties turned out to be, rumors circled that he had already gotten married and all, to a lady named Éclair.

"I wish I could join you," Mina admitted, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears, her hand gripping at his coat sleeve, capturing him there, her crimson hues held his gaze and despite his efforts to conceal his fatigue, she knew well enough that he wasn't fit for anymore days of unrest. He needed it and she felt it strongly in her heart. What irked her was his single-minded obsession with Isabella, all she could ever see when she fed from him was his memories fluctuating about everything and anything revolving that girl. She meant so much to him, so much that he would give his life to save her. He never had to mention it, she read the truth in his heart he never felt the need to hide from her.

And yet, there was something in all of this that even she wasn't aware of, another piece to this frustratingly difficult puzzle she hadn't quite figured out. A secret he was keeping. Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted when he lowered his face to hers, lightly meshed his lips with hers in a farewell kiss that made her heart jump wildly. His hands cupped the side of her face, his warmth making her flesh tingle all over, his hair rustling with hers as she stared into his claret eyes in wonder and concern. He lingered his lips over hers, "Who will take care of the house while I'm away love? I need you to stay here, I will return very soon-"

She gripped his wrists, as if in doing so, she could keep him here with her forever. Without him she didn't know if she could go on, she didn't know why, but a sudden dread filled her entire being, ebony ink spreading in a clear glass, making everything so hard to see through the thick black. "Please don't leave me again..."

He smiled tenderly, eyes closing at her smell, her warmth, her touch, so tantalizingly addictive, inviting, her body practically calling to him. How could he refuse? He wanted to stay and grant her every wish, dote to her every command, give her the royal treatment she so well deserved, the attention from him that she craved, as he did hers. She was of great significance to him, an important component in his life. Without her he didn't think he had it in him to keep going every day. She was his rock, and if he was strong, he was for her. Mina was the light in his world of doom and despair. But, it was because of her that he wanted to continue his purpose, not only her, but for Isabella, and the rest of the world that didn't need lingering purebloods dictating their lives. He wanted to live long enough to see the people live in a world that was devoid of fear because of the purebloods and what they did. He wanted to abolish them, so that the problem of ex-humans, monsters would no longer be a constant issue. So that everyone would be safe from the threat of benevolent purebloods. Since there were so very few pureblood families left, taking them out wouldn't be so difficult, all he had to do was strike, and destroy. Surely the hunters would approve, and even if they didn't that wasn't the case.

"I'll see you soon Mina," Aleksei whispered, then he pulled away and walked out the door. That would be the last time Mina ever saw of him after that day, though what he left behind was a dear black wolf, the only connection she had of him --one that would ceaselessly follow her everywhere she went. Sure enough, a similar one was prowling after Isabella as well, after all both Mina and Isabella were his precious gems. Both completed his heart, and even if he was away, he was always close. That was his promise. One that he would always keep.


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By the time Dean would reach Morehead Memorial Hospital, it'd be well passed midnight, visiting hours were over but from the grim expression set like etching on stone in the doctor's faces and the unreadable looks and sympathetic glances the nurses kept giving him, he knew that his father was in very bad shape. They gave him a twenty percent chance at survival, and despite their efforts at keeping the hunter away, since he was the only son and the only one in the family left, they had a heart and let him into the ICU. James was a stranger in that bed, he had tubes going into him, white, blood stained bandages wrapped around his head and arms, his expression older than he was, his knitted brows a sure sign that he wasn't dreaming pleasantly, and his complexion paler than Dean's. As the boy approached him, he fought back the urge to go back to the doctors and demand that they do more for him. Save him. If the kid had to give up anything from his own body to preserve his father's life, anything at all take it, but please, please save him. But he couldn't do that, even if he tried, his genetic make up and "blood" would never be compatible with his father's.

"Dad... Please don't die on me... I'll never forgive you..." Dean hissed, standing at the foot of the bed, his feet heavy like lead, making it that much difficult to move closer.

"Glad you're...here....need to talk...now..."

Dean's eyes flew to meet his father's ever so penetrating stare, as if they weren't in a hospital, his life hanging on a thin thread, and they were back in the motel, James demanding him to stow his crap and pick up the family business, continue on --aware that this day would come. It infuriated Dean that he would push himself like this, it always did, but nothing he could say would ever change that fact that his father was a fighter, down to the end. Would always be, a stunning streak of willpower and pure stubbornness at its up most high. Even if the man lying in front of him wasn't his biological father, Dean would consider him his all, no matter what.

"Forget talk, you have to rest, I'm not leaving your side until you get better. And you will." Dean retorted, the strength in his tone carried his belief in the words as well. James would be fine, give him a few days and he'd be golden, they'd return to Jenkin's Auto and discuss this mission, work it out and reach a definite conclusion. Set a plan one that James excelled at. Everything would be alright, he had to believe it.

James could tell, his son was hoping for the best, that was the problem, things could only get much more worse and darker for the kid. He had no idea what was in store for him, if only he could be there. As it turned out, his time was up and there was nothing they could do about it.

She was there, a woman clad in black, dark hair tied back neatly in a pony-tail. Her grey eyes watching him directly, waiting.

The Reaper.

Dean felt her presence but could not see her. How could he? He wasn't the one dying. But the chill she left in her wake made his nerves run with ice, making it nearly unbearable to remain in the same room.

"I won't Dean, and I can't have you heal me either. It'll only complicate things further. I don't have much time. So listen to me, and listen to me well, I won't repeat myself..." James said.
"What do you mean heal you... I can do that...?"
"You are a Nephilim, you can, but I demand that you don't."
"Why the fuck not?! You'll die if I don't heal you!"

James sighed, looking quite tired, making his son listen to him was going to be a chore, "I don't have much time Dean listen to me damn it!" The man's green eyes widened at the gentle touch of Dean, the boy had placed his hands on the severely injured man's chest and forehead, "I've seen plenty of movies, let's hope this works..."

"Dean don't!"

The Reaper rose her brows, stared at Dean, "Someone else will have to go, you have your stubborn son to thank." then she vanished.

"No...Dean..."

A light escaped the kid's hands, covering the entire room in blinding brightness that only lasted a few seconds, then faded and everything was the same, James was fully healed and gripping at Dean's coat, "What did you do?!"

Dean locked eyes with his old man, most people would appreciate being saved from near death, guess James wasn't most people. He didn't look anywhere near afraid, glaring back at him, he said, "Healed you, a thanks would be nice!"

"I should have died, I was ready to... I wanted to be with...With..." He frowned, looking away with a sudden guilt that made his insides twist.

"I know, you wanted to be with mom, I'm sorry but I can't loose you. I know we haven't always been the perfect family... But I need you... Now you can tell me who Adacio is..."

"Someone is going to die tonight, and it'll be all your fault." James muttered grimly, releasing his hold on the boy. It couldn't be helped, the kid was a reckless mess.

Dean grit his teeth, and reached for Jame's shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze, "At least it's not you, I'm not ready to loose you yet. Now let's get out of here."

The ride back to Sable was a silent one, both father and son would return back to Pair-O' Dice Motel at around eleven in the afternoon, James would be more worn out than Dean and still pretty angry at his son, refusing to answer the questions the kid kept asking him every now and then, he left to shower, Dean informed him about the case and that he would be out most of the day while helping Lombardi out.

The first place the hunter hit up was the cemetery, here he found a level of peace he couldn't find anywhere else. Yeah, he felt bad, he knew the consequences that came with making the Reaper take another life besides the one it came for and he would probably go to hell for it. Whatever, he would put effort on caring for that when the time came, but for now, he would have to focus on the here and now. And right now, things just looked more muggy and confusing than ever.

"Tell me what you know, I want details."

"About your father."

Dean glanced at the woman pointedly.

"He was a demon lord, Adacio, he's called the traitor back in the demon realm. They all hated him, banished him, a cruel fate worse than death. That was of course after his affairs with Ella and Maria and the whole gang that surrounds you. Namely Aleksei and the witch. I couldn't tell you before until you knew more. I'm in this because it was you who had once told me to risk it all for the sake of mankind, that was why you had became a hunter, but then I guess it got to you bad when one of our companions died, you wanted to quit hunting, even gave me your weapons to put away. I'm glad that you're not like that anymore, I need you to stow your crap and move forward. Get me?"

"That's annoying, you don't keep that kind of shit to yourself Veratos, damn," the hunter said bitterly, now he wasn't just a hunter, a damn angel-demon too? Perfect. "but I do... Where's the vampire?"

"He's taken off to France, I think he wants to persuade them to call off going after Lombardi, I agree. The less threats, the more we have a chance at winning this." Vera explained, leaning against a tree, taking a sip of coffee in her hands. She kept her eye on the hunter as he gazed out to the head stones before them. The dead lay below, merely bones and scraps of clothes all together in a long box. At least they could all rest peacefully, they didn't have anything to worry about.

"Isabella... did she have fun?"

"I suppose so, I remained long enough to see her shooting at a pack of wolves and a few vampires. Across town there were a bunch of demons partying as usual -the ones that had lingered after you closed the portal. Took care of 'em, so no concerns there and not much casualties either."

"I saved my father's life last night, a bunch of rogue were wolves fucked him up bad. Nearly killed him. They could still be out there, he never told me if he was able to gang them. I'll have to look into it." Dean said glumly, starting to walk away.

"You're trying to stay out of Lombardi's traning sessh's huh? Do you really think we just might fail? Why not try first?"

"I don't think I can."

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Dean sighed right after Assaciel zapped away. Then he realized he forgot his car and had to go get it back. He walked towards the very exit Isabella had taken to leave the room when he felt someone grab him by the back of his collar and yank him backwards, "Where the heck are you going Salvatore?" Veratos asked, tugging.

"Going for a walk. Let me go."
"Just like that?"
"What do you want me to do? I can't make it better for her. It's only gonna get more screwed up from here. She hasn't seen anything yet. Call me when the angel gets back. Morrigan you're free to join me." He was inviting her to accompany him but it was up to her if she even wanted to walk with him back to the woods.

As he left down the hall he received a call from Calisen.


"Salvatore do you have any idea how much you owe in property damage?" She yelled from the receiver that nearly blew his ear drum. Not letting her fury dampen his already bad mood he remained silent as she answered her own question, "more than your life's worth!"

"I'm sure you didn't call me just to bitch at me about that."
"Of course not. I'm just letting you know what your fights with those demons have caused. The police are not believing it was tornados. Any ways I have a request to ask of you. You will be compensated." She had relaxed by now and sounded calmer as she got into details about the side mission for the hunter.

"So I need to track down these two vampires that are rampaging through town leaving trails of bodies all over the place? Alright. Just as soon as I-"
"NO RIGHT NOW. WE DON'T HAVE TIME TO WASTE!"
"Alright mooom."
"Take Morrigan with you."

Flipping his cell shut the hunter glanced back to see if Morrigan had followed him, waving his hand he called out to her, "Yo, got another case. Let's go already!"

Aleksei had not seated himself when the others did, feeling rather foggy he told the others he was going to take a short break and with that said he walked out the living room and pretty soon was outside in the garden. His vision was going in and out of focus, his connection weakening as his mind was being lulled away, another voice was calling his name more insistantly. But the pureblood would ignore it as much as he could. It wasn't important to him. The other could wait.

Hesitating at a rose bush Aleksei touched a rose petal and lifted the entire flower from the bush then he rose his gaze to the sky as it painted gold, pinks, and violets in the dawning horizon. Daylight was a beauty to behold, if only he could remain long enough to see the sun rise. Why yearn for something like that when he saw it whenever he looked into Isabella's enchanting eyes? Nothing could ever compare.

He could feel Mina's presence near him, but it did nothing to keep him from magnitating closer to his true flower. Isabella. Nearing closer to the distressed girl he reached down to hand her the very rose he'd been holding.

And right behind Isabella an evanescent, ivory form much smaller than hers appeared there and for an instant the pureblood swore he'd seen the slightest hint of Lyra's features there, reaching out a small hand to touch the shoulder of her bestest friend, just before wisping away in a breeze like smoke.

"She doesn't like you're being upset Isabella. She's sad too." Aleksei said softly, feeding off her misery. He couldn't stand to see her cry and would do anything he could to make her smile. However this was something just out of his own reach. Something that he had no power to change.