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Bellingstone

Bellingstone

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Though seemingly normal from the outside, the town of Bellingstone harbors its own secrets - a population of "supernaturals" that live in the presence of an ever-increasing population of unassuming humans.

9,402 readers have visited Bellingstone since Scarlet Loup created it.

Introduction

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Nestled half an hour outside of Pittsburgh is the once-sleepy town of Bellingstone, Pennsylvania. Its small-town aura, mixed with its proximity to the city, makes it a charming, suburban paradise. Time has caught up with the town, adding a new hustle-and-bustle to everyday life, but it has retained a peaceful air about it - one that the residents have spent decades trying to cultivate.

You see, Bellingstone was product of an unlikely friendship in the early 1800s - Felix Wolff and Ivan Moreau. The two immigrants struck up a close friendship in New York over their shared characteristics in a country that was no more welcoming to their kind than their previous homes. Felix came from a long line of German werewolves, whereas Ivan had lived for centuries as a vampire. Looking to found a community for their kinds to be safe from the threat of humans, they ventured West and bought up land in the mountains.

With the assistance of werewolves and vampires alike, the town seemed to appear almost overnight. By winter 1818, Bellingstone had become a fully-functioning town that was, more or less, completely concealed from the rest of the world. By word of mouth alone, supernatural beings heard of the community and ventured out to find it, allowing the town to flourish. By the time the Civil War had come and gone, a few hundred residents populated Bellingstone. All was peaceful until after World War II.

The Interstate Highway System was developed for the purpose of making life easier for those living in Pennsylvania, but for the residents of Bellingstone, it added a new concern - hiding from the humans who passed through the town for a quick bite or a refuel. Eventually, though, the same people returned until a small human population found root in Bellingstone. The town completely changed, having become a must-see tourist stop, and it just about lost its small town vibe as the population of humans within the town grew to equal and then overwhelm the population of supernaturals.

And so, our story begins in the year of 2017 on a quiet, Saturday morning in late spring. A warm day, a day for book club gossip among the vampires, afternoon dips in the lake for the mermaids, and whatever it is humans do on such a day. The charming facade of the town may fool some, but there has been tension brewing for decades now. The sudden death of the previous mayor has unnerved most, and the upcoming election, and its surprise candidate, has many alarmed.




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those wolves that live within the Bellingstone Pack

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Axel Wolff || 31 || Alpha Male || Self-Employed, Owns Felix's Diner || FC: Brandon Flowers || TAKEN: Scarlet Loup

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Sydney Green || 29 || Alpha Female || Waitress at Felix's Diner || FC: Blake Lively || TAKEN: Sunshine and Whiskey

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Junsoo Moon || 26 || Beta Male || Bartender; Dance Instructor || FC: Byun Baekhyun || TAKEN: SleepingInTheGardens

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Payton Wright || 26 || Beta Female || Electrician || FC: Gabriella Wilde || TAKEN: maloneyc16

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Ellis Bleddyn || 32 || Author ||FC: Andrew Lee Potts || TAKEN: usernamesareadrag


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a not-so-affectionate nickname for the vampire population of Bellingstone

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Ivan Moreau || 277 || Librarian || FC: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau || TAKEN: Scarlet Loup

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Benjamin Young || 117 || Doctor || FC: Matt Bomer || TAKEN: maloneyc16

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Ophelia Hawthorne || 267 || Music Teacher || FC: Lana Del Rey || TAKEN: BleedingLover

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Name || Age || Occupation || FC: Alicia Vikander || RESERVED: ItsViolet

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Ember Payne || 122 || Homeschooled; Crafting || FC: Elle Fanning || TAKEN: BurningBridges

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Lucy Payne || 128 || Secretary at Payne Auto Body Shop || FC: Dakota Fanning || TAKEN: Lilac

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Theodore Payne || 137 || Mechanic || FC: Christopher Mason || TAKEN: BurningBridges



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those who can not be categorized including humans, minor populations, and actual lone wolves

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Albrecht Wolff || 35 || Ex-Alpha Male, Werewolf || Lawyer, Mayoral Candidate || FC: Lee Pace || TAKEN: Scarlet Loup

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Adelaide Renuex || 36 || Witch || Sheriff of Bellingstone || FC: Angelina Jolie || TAKEN: la.lune

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Oscar Stein || 37 || Warlock || Co-owns "Escape"; Mayoral Candidate || FC: Michael Fassbender || TAKEN: Sunshine and Whiskey

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Valerie Alastair || 140 || Faerie || Journalist || FC: Margot Robbie || TAKEN: nations

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Syth Flicker || 24 || Witch || Librarian || FC: Adelaide Kane || TAKEN: JackiiLogi

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Poppy Clarke || 26 || Human || Art Conservator || FC: Poppy Chanelle || TAKEN: Girl2Fine2

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Andre Clarke || 30 || Human || Co-owns and bartends "Escape" || FC: Don Benjamin || TAKEN: Girl2Fine2

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No such luck. Not that Ellis had every expected much of that. He’d long since learned to live his life as someone perpetually waiting for the other shoe to drop. Oh, it might not be tomorrow, and it might not even be next month, but he had always been comfortable with the fact that no matter what was happening, things would eventually go terribly, terribly wrong. It’s probably why he hadn’t been more surprised at being mauled by an actual werewolf. After all, life had been going far too well for him at that point, so of course something absolutely ridiculous and awful just had to follow.

"Hey, Poppy. It's good to see you."

He meant it, for once, real warmth filling the typical platitude. If it had just been Poppy, Ellis would have been fine. She'd managed to worm her way into his good graces from their first meeting less than a month ago, and had since become the inspiration of true smiles and Ellis not actually feeling the need to run or fill any silences. This smiling stranger, however, was a different story, all easy charm and bold charisma for a first impression, something that Ellis was immediately terrified of.

Knowing that his escape from social interaction had been cut short and seeing no other option, Ellis went for his only defense. He plastered on what Mary had once fondly called his β€œpolitician smile”, a grin that very evidently showed that he was actively trying to be personable. It was just one of those things he’d had to learn how to do over the years, figuring that it was impolite to just stare like a deer in the headlights at the impossibility of a stranger actually wanting to speak with him about something not book or business related.

Well, perhaps not too much of a stranger anymore. Albrecht Wolff. Ellis blinked for a moment before taking his hand in a firm grip (he’d read once that a firm handshake made a good first impression and had adopted it as law for lack of other evidence).

Another Wolff in Bellingstone? It wasn’t that Ellis was terribly surprised that there were other Wolffs around here. Axel hadn’t exactly given him a rundown on anything other than the town’s basic past, glossing over the nitty-gritty of the old Wolff family tree. A cousin perhaps? Distant relative? An unrelated werewolf who’d felt the need to go somewhere where his last name could be appreciated? He couldn’t ask, of course, with Poppy standing right here and Ellis still not being certain how taboo it was to bring up something like being a supernatural creature with someone you don’t know.

Before Ellis could reply to Albrecht, Poppy had already stepped in and quickly took over the conversation. That, Ellis thought, was rather kind of her. If only all of his social interactions with strangers could be taken over by others, his life would be a much easier burden to bear.

In most people that thought would be dripping with sarcasm, but as Ellis let Albrecht’s hand go, he felt nothing but a relief and fondness for Poppy’s intervention, which was the effect Poppy generally had on him throughout their young friendship. Besides, Ellis could tell that Poppy was a bit put-off at the moment, a little more scattered than usual, and who was he to judge someone for talking a bit too much to overcompensate for an awkward situation? That was probably tactic number three in his own social-anxiety playbook.

She also provided a bit more information than Ellis had expected. Axel’s brother? Now that was a surprise. Ellis didn’t see it, not at first, but it was best to make a good impression if only so he didn’t terribly embarrass his pack-leader (and, more importantly, probably friend) in front of someone as important as his brother.

β€œWhat Poppy said. Nice to meet you,” he added once Poppy had finished and then, for lack of any other planned statement, babbled on with, β€œAxel's brother, huh? I, uh… Your brother’s very nice. Makes a… Makes a mean stack of pancakes.”

Which was true, even if Ellis had stumbled over the compliment. About Axel, certainly, since he’d been as kind as one could want, easing Ellis into his new circumstances as slowly and patiently as he could manage. Also about his food. The diner had been as good as he’d been promised, and Ellis visited as often as he felt up to seeing the rest of the Bellingstone Pack. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them, it was just… Sometimes it was too much of a reminder, and sometimes the soft attentiveness of members like Junsoo and the firmer and, to put it kindly, strict words of others like Sydney (she certainly wasn’t the Alpha Female for nothing) could be a bit much as well. He was making an effort, though, even if he was often convinced he’d be better off as a hermit.

There was a brief silence before Ellis spoke again, more because he felt like he should than any real desire to carry on with small talk. That and excusing himself from Albrecht to continue on his merry way probably meant leaving Poppy behind, and, honestly, she didn’t seem comfortable enough with Albrecht at the moment to make Ellis feel alright with that.

β€œI didn’t know that people really left Bellingstone.” He paused briefly, face shifting in a mild panic as he realized the implication and hurriedly made to correct it.

β€œThat is, sorry… Not that people get stuck here or anything. I’m not saying it’s bad to stay here forever. I mean, it’s a lovely town, of course. Especially the library. But I’ve just met a lot of people who’ve stuck around or, I guess, just showed up. Like me.”

He shifted uncomfortably, absently adjusting his jacket to further cover the slowly healing scars, even if they weren’t peeking out. He took a breath and tried for a more relaxed smile. It partially succeeded, smoothing out his face and making it more pleasant and charming as opposed to anxious and worried.

β€œSo, ah, what brings you back here, then? Not that you have to tell me. Just, ah… Well,” he trailed off with what he hoped appeared to be an amiable nonchalance.

Of course he hadn’t heard any of the gossip, and, even if he had, it wouldn’t have occurred to him why half of the things that were currently happening in Bellingstone were so dramatic. Without the context of past hierarchies and events and contention and hatred and love, it was all rather normal small town ordeals. Brother returns after six years, past relationships coming to light, and so on, and so on.

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She had only left her home moments before getting a phone call from her student's mother, Rebecca. Who constantly claimed as if Ophelia wasn't giving her daughter, Naomi 'the attention she deserved.' The vampire could admit, the girl had talent. Could she become as famous as Lia was when she was younger, no. Then again, very few ever impressed her enough for her to see herself in them. Which was the main reason Lia believed herself to be the best teacher in Bellingstone. She had gone through the ups and downs of being in the limelight with; film, music, dance, etc. She knew what she taught and didn't feel the need to prove her talent and experience to some mere mortal who couldn't shut her mouth for two seconds to hear the teacher's professional opinion. Ophelia was rubbing her temples, trying to control her temper as the tongue lashing continued. Leave to some dance mom to ruin her good morning. She took a deep breath looking towards her diamond rings, fixing them as she spoke disinterested to the mother. She wanted to "I--..M--...Madam Bishop. I understand. Now understand me, I have done this for decades, I have been the muse for composers, singers, artists for generations," Ophelia wasn't above bragging, anyone who spent an hour with her could tell you that. But, it was never out of the need to brag. She didn't need to do anything, she just enjoyed talking about the experience she had gone through in her life. "I know what I am talking about with your daughter, Naomi is very talented, and when I am with her I give her my undivided attention but I cannot just throw away my other students for her." Naomi was good, great every once and a while when she got out of her own head and truly listened to her teacher but not great enough for Ophelia to drop her other thirteen students. They were all talented, some with the potential to be phenomenal but those were the ones who didn't want to commit their lives to their craft like Lia has said to do time and time again. She continued to listen to the mother as she parked her car and fixed her cat eye sunglasses in the rearview mirror. Adding a small 'mmhm' every once and a while to let the woman believe she was listening. When really she just wanted her cup of coffee from the wolves' diner before going to deal with mainly entitled humans for the next few hours, wishing someone would just stake her with a silver pole already (jokingly, of course.)

"Madam, we can talk more about this when it is time for her session but, for now, this is where I am to end the conversation." Before the woman could protest her hanging up, Ophelia pressed the 'end call' button in her car and took a breath of relieving that she could finally relax once more. She had too good of a night and morning to let someone ruin it within minutes. She looked at herself for another moment in her mirror, fixing her flyaway hairs, her red lipstick, and necklace to make sure everything was perfect before she walked around town for the rest of the day. She had an image to uphold after all. Smiling at what she saw, the vampire locked her car, walking across the street to get to the diner. She needed her daily cup of black coffee even if the caffeine did as much for her as anything else, it was more of a taste thing for her. She smiled towards the group of men who held the door open for her but, kept her head forward. When she saw Ember at the counter speaking towards Sydney, someone Ophelia didn't know a lot about other than she was a wolf. Lia chuckled softly, taking a seat next to the younger vampire. "Ember, isn't a tad early for you to be harassing the townsfolk?" Her smirk grew as she slid glasses on top of her head before turning her eyes towards the adolescent looking girl.

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Felix's Diner
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Ember's remark only caused him to light up, the grin on his face broadening to expose beautiful teeth and crinkle his eyes. "Isn't it a little too early for you to be so snarky?" he countered. He considered throwing in a "young lady" for good measure, but they both knew she was already far older than he would ever hope to live to. "Or is bottled water more up your alley?"

He watched for a moment or two as she perused the menu before retreating to the kitchen once more. Axel continued cooking, working on some mixture of breakfast and lunch items as the time wore on. He glanced through the window separating the kitchen from the dining space to catch Sydney glancing down at her phone. Axel opened his mouth, as if to ask a question, but he was silenced as Sydney hissed to Ember, her voice to low even for his heightened senses to register from behind the window. But he could tell something was bugging her and bugging her greatly.

Axel loaded a few plates on a tray and brought them out to rest on the counter beside Sydney. One plate he picked up and slid gently along the counter to Ember. It bore nothing outstanding - an egg or two scrambled up with a hash brown next to it. But he had placed a large helping of ketchup along the edge of the plate. If one squinted enough, perhaps it could look something like a comical rendering of a blood splatter - certainly, that was what Axel had in mind when he placed it there, far enough away from the rest of the food that she couldn't request a new plate due to contamination.

"Looks to be to your liking," he remarked as he slid the tray towards Sydney. "Let me know if I can get you anything else, sunshine." Ophelia walked in as he finished speaking, and the wolf offered her a quick smile and a wave. Turning away from Ember now, he looked back at Sydney, who leaned against the counter, glancing occasionally at her phone.

"Everything okay, Sydney?" he asked, taking care to steer away from pet names for her for now. "Something the matter?" He could tell something was weighing on her - the pack had that sort of sixth sense when it came to each other. Her emotions were filling the air around her, pressing into Axel and causing him to grow vaguely anxious. He hated to see her like this, or any pack member like this. Perhaps these rumors about Al still got to her though Axel had long ago given up any hope of the prodigal son returning. Instead, he had been left in this shit town with the pack to look after. If Al were smart, he'd never come back.

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Moreau Estate & Bellingstone Streets
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Mornings like these were what Ivan lived for. Perhaps "lived" wasn't the best word for it seeing as he had been dead in the medical sense for two centuries now. On the other hand, he had lived in just about every other sense. Ivan had traveled the world, led multiple lives, and achieved more than most could ever hope for. There were times when he missed that life of wandering aimlessly, experiencing all life had to offer, but Bellingstone was his home - he knew that now - and it would be a long time before he would leave her again.

The late morning light filtered through his trees and on to the patio where Ivan sat with a cup of black coffee and a new edition to the town's library. It was a personal goal of his to read any book - at least the fiction - that entered his library, but that goal quickly escaped him as the town grew larger and donations poured in. And, of course, some books simply weren't worth his time. The one he held, something new and allegedly appealing to young adults, had managed to pull him along until it flopped somewhere in the middle. Now, only his ego drove him to finish it.

The end of the chapter was reached with a relieved sort of sigh, for he remembered he had to hurry lest he open the library too late for the day. With the book tucked into his bag, he pulled his hair up into a messy sort of bun, keeping it out of his eyes as he slid on his tacky, for-fashion-only glasses. It added to the aesthetic he tried so desperately to cultivate - denim shirt rolled to his elbows, black jeans a bit too tight for a man three centuries old, and a tired old pair of Converse. Nevertheless, he loved it, loved how it looked, it felt, it made him feel.

Slinging his knapsack over one shoulder, he started down the street towards the center of town, his travel mug of coffee in one hand as he crossed the street - bringing him to walk alongside Lucy Payne.

While Ivan felt an attachment to all of Bellingstone's citizens, it was no secret he bore the most concern and care for his fellow vampires - especially the Payne sisters. He often kept an air of disinterest when around them, but he imagined it was hard, living life as a teenager until the end of eternity.

"Good morning, my dear," he greeted, hefting the bag further on to his shoulder as it threatened to slide off. Ivan looked down at Lucy for a moment, glancing back quickly to the street as he continued to walk. "Where's that sister of yours?"

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TJ disliked werewolves, not because vampires were "supposed" to dislike them, but more-so because he had had unpleasant encounters with them in the past. None of those encounters involved vampires from Bellingstone, and in all honestly, most had occurred back at the start of his time as a vampire when he was constantly feeling wired and recklessly - and behaving in that manner too. He had too much pride to admit that any problems he had encountered with that species way back then had probably been because of his own doing, but needless to say, it was likely that his distaste for Bellingstone's vampires wasn't fair. In his defense, he wasn't incredibly obvious in the dislike. At least he didn't think so. He didn't go around talking about them, or bothering them, or trying to put them down at all. He simply avoided them, and preferred that they did the same to him. That was why the girl who approached his shop wasn't familiar to him by anything other than her scent. He knew she was a werewolf because of it, and maybe it was because he was over a century old, but the mere fact that she was a female made him feel inclined to be more polite than he truly wished to be. It was only when she asked about car parts that TJ pieced together who she was. Though car parts weren't necessarily related to the work of an electrician, hearing a female werewolf ask for them automatically linked TJ to the female werewolf he had heard ran an electrical shop in town.

"Looking for something in particular?," TJ asked as he picked himself up from where he had been kneeling, inspecting the bottom portion of the exterior of the car with precision. He stepped towards her and began to extend his hand to offer her a handshake, but pulled away when he realized that his hands weren't the cleanest. With a half-smile, he raised them to show her why he was pulling away so abruptly before saying, "I'm TJ, by the way. You that girl who does most of the electrical stuff in town?"

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"Good morning, darling."Valerie said with a hint of playfulness to her voice. Ben was glad to see that she seemed to be in a good mood this morning as well.

Ben watched as Valerie lifted her sunglasses to rub the bridge of her nose before she answered his question about Albrecht. "I heard that he's back. The newspaper wants me to write a story about it. Which is fine, but you know I have to be out to get stories and how that can get me," she paused to sigh lightly. "One thing I'm sure of is that Albrecht ready to be in the spotlight again."

Ben only gave a slight hum in response to that information. He felt bad for Valerie though as he knew that it was tiring for her to stay in her human form for an extended period of time. Unfortunately, Bellingstone isn't the human free town that it used to be and all the supernatural inhabitants of the city are forced to hide their true forms when in public.

Ben noticed that the faerie had stopped abruptly and was staring at something on the other side of the street. As Ben followed her gaze, he realized that it was a someone, not a something. "Speaking of the devil, there he is." Valerie of course, was referring to Albrecht, who seemed to be out for a morning jog. He was speaking to Poppy who seemed to be a bit frazzled upon running into the werewolf.

His eyes snapped back to Valerie when she spoke up again. "I was on my way to the diner to get some tea, and I would rather not go fishing for information without my morning drink. Would you like to join me?" Ben smiled when she said tea rather than coffee. He always knew she had fine taste.

"Nothing would make me happier, my dear." He said in that smooth even voice of his. Ben moved closer to her and linked his arm in her free one as they headed towards the diner.

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"On my way to find her, actually. I'm assuming she's at the diner like she usually finds her way to on Saturday mornings, but it took a little longer than usual for me to bring myself to start my search, so by now, she might be in the back of a police car." Lucy was speaking lightly, teasing, for the most part. It wasn't that she didn't think that Ember was capable of being annoying and meddlesome enough that she could piss someone off enough to an extent where they would call the police. Disturbing the peace, property damage, and so on were all things that she knew Ember as capable of. In reality, legally speaking those were the least of her worries in terms of what Ember could be charged with, given that she was the only one in their vampire to continue to consume human blood. Nowadays, Lucy no longer thought of it as murder, since she, too, had partook in the activity for many years before moving to Bellingstone, but she had adapted to that not being appropriate here. She recognized why it was inappropriate, too, when she realized that she could sustain herself off of animal blood and still feel fine, even if it didn't taste as satisfying. Ember refused to make the switch with her and TJ, and given that they were trying to actually assimilate into Bellingstone's culture and not act as social recluses like they tended to do in the many other places they had lived for the past century or so, Lucy knew that continuing to allow her sister to fuel her habit was going to be dangerous. She preferred to focus on the less severe trouble that Ember always found herself in, because of that.

Lucy liked Ivan for reasons aside from the fact that he was a vampire like herself. He was intelligent and well-read. He operated the town's library, which was actually probably the biggest draw for her, given that books were like her safe haven. Reading was more than just a hobby for her, and she because she prided herself in being knowledgeable, she constantly found herself reading to absorb more information. She didn't only read non-fiction. Fiction held a special place in her heart, too, partly because reading in general helped her expand her vocabulary, but also because as strange as it was to think about, her life was one that she knew would fall under the category of "fantasy" to humans. Just because it was an atypical life or story didn't mean that it couldn't be real in some part of the world, or in some universe. Just because some people didn't have inside knowledge on the lives of vampires and werewolves and witches and wizards and the likes, or just because they couldn't understand how it could be physically possible, didn't mean that it wasn't possible. Maybe that genre enticed her more than the others, actually, because if her life was real, and she was once one of those human non-believers, she was curious to read about what other fantasy worlds were out there, just in case they, too, were real. "Care to join me, or do you have more important matters to attend to?"
she inquired, still light-heartedly, as she wouldn't blame him for opting out of that invitation.

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"There's nothing I enjoy more on Saturday mornings than you and your empty threats," Ember replied, smiling in an innocent way that was indirectly devious as Sydney turned away from her. She had found a straw a few inches away on the diner counter and was nearly ready to wad up the paper wrapped that concealed it into a spitball to launch at Axel's head now that he had returned from the kitchen. He gave her a plate of food before leaving her with a sarcastically cheery comment about her needing anything else, but before she could act on her instinct to deploy the spitball, or question Sydney about what she was so busy thinking about, Ophelia had taken a seat next to her and was questioning her on whether it was appropriate to be bothering everyone so early in the morning. Ember was tempted to remind her that time was a man-made concept, and that the sun being newly-risen didn't dictate her behavior since she wasn't like these people who had just woken and were probably still grumpy and tired. She was also tempted to tell Ophelia that she got the best reaction out of people when they weren't fully awake and on their guard yet, but she didn't. Even if she unfairly felt like werewolves and humans and a few other supernatural subcategories were less superior than vampires, she didn't think that other vampires were inferior to her. In fact, Ophelia was far older than she was, and Ember could admit that she was far wiser too. While that didn't mean that she was immune from Ember's behavior, since it was basically ingrained in her personality at this point, it did mean that she was aware of who she was dealing with, and she tried to behave accordingly.

"I'm not bothering anyone important," she reasoned, glancing towards Axel and Sydney who were talking a few feet away. She was feeling quite inclined towards asking them what they were talking about oh-so privately, but she kept her attention on Ophelia for the moment. "Isn't it a little too Bellingstone-y around here for you to be looking like you just walked off of Fifth Avenue?" she countered then, as she used a fork to move around some of the food on her plate, shooting a glare at Axel's back when she noticed the purposely placed ketchup splatter on the plate. Ophelia always dressed well. She was a sophisticated woman in every sense of the word, so her superior fashion sense wasn't shocking, but Ember would still poke fun at it.
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While the werewolf picked himself up from where he was inspecting the car he said, "Looking for something in particular?"

He stepped towards Payton and extended his hand out for a handshake, but retracted it before their hands could meet. Payton raised her brow at the sudden change of mind. He explained his actions when he gave her a half smile and raised his hands, showing her that they were dirty. Payton smiled slightly at the sight. It wouldn't have bothered her to get a little dirt on her hands, but she appreciated the gentlemanly gesture.

"I'm TJ, by the way. You that girl who does most of the electrical stuff in town?"

Payton was pleased to find that TJ was quite friendly. He was much more approachable than some of the dickheads in town, that was for sure. "Nice to meet you TJ and yes, I'm the girl that does the electrical stuff in town, though electrician would be an easier way to describe it." She couldn't help but give him a smart ass response.

"The name's Payton, in case you wanted to know." She pulled one of her hands from the pocket of her overalls and tucked her hair behind her ear before she continued. "As for the parts, I don't really have anything specific in mind, but if you have any old engines, carburetors, or transmission units, that would be great." Payton moved her hands as she talked, something she did often. "An electrical control unit and a set of jumper cables would also come in handy." She began to speak quickly and excitedly without meaning to. "I won't really be using the parts for anything in particular, just for personal projects. I like to blow things up mostly, but I do dabble in engineering and mechanics on occasion." Payton stopped talking at that, realizing that she had been blabbering on for longer than necessary.

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As Adelaide continued on her walk, she kept her eyes peeled for anyone the woman had known for a fact had been in town around the time of the Mayor's murder. Perhaps, Adelaide mulls over in her mind, I should go and visit Andre - see how he's handling everything. However, before the sheriff headed off to Escape - where she figured Andre would be, as Oscar was out campaigning and they needed someone to hold down the fort - Adelaide pulls out her phone to an incoming text from her deputy, it read:

From: Mark
Interesting news. I know you told us to keep an eye out for that Albrecht Wolff guy. Turns out I've just seen him around town. Want me to pull him in for questioning?

The look of shock on Adelaide's face was more than she could hope to hide. Taking a deep breath, Adelaide composes herself before shooting back a response,

To: Mark
That's okay Mark. I'm in town right now, you head back to the station and I'll see if I can't get a word with him.

Feeling bad for changing her plans, despite Andre not having a clue Adelaide was coming to visit him anyway, she decides to send him a text instead whilst her phone was in her hand.

To: Andre
Hey, just checking in with you, hope you're doing okay x

She wasn't entirely sure what to say to him - she'd already sent Andre and Poppy her condolences, and she was sure that he didn't need a constant reminder of his father's passing. Instead, the woman decides that perhaps just asking him how he is would suffice. Granted Andre certainly wasn't Adelaide's closest friend in town, but he was her oldest, having attended school together Adelaide didn't take a friendship that had lasted so long lightly. They may have fallen out of touch during her more reckless years, but Adelaide would always have the upmost respect and care for Andre - as she would his little sister. Poppy was a sweet girl, even if Adelaide couldn't say they had ever been exactly friends, she had known the girl too long to not care about her wellbeing.

Making her way along Bellingstone's streets with more of a sense of purpose than before, Adelaide keeps her eyes peeled for Al. What was she really planning on doing when she caught up with him? It'd been six years since they'd spoken - in fact, perhaps more. Ever since Al and Sydney got together, Adelaide's heart broke a little and she really couldn't face talking to, or ever seeing, her old friend.

Times had changed, however, and Adelaide had a job to do. She couldn't deny that it was suspicious Al and returned so soon after the Mayor's death. Maybe he'd been in the town for longer than she'd known, perhaps the rumours about him being in Bellingstone for a whole year before now were more than just rumours. Adelaide didn't know, and as the Sheriff of the town, it was her job to keep everyone safe which meant she couldn't afford to not know these things. Her father would've never let this happen, he was always on the ball and knew about all the goings on in town. Which was part of the reason he was so beloved by everyone.

Shaking these thoughts of inferiority out of her mind, Adelaide once again focuses on the task at hand. As she heads toward Poppy's apartment was. It is there that she catches sight of three figures, one belonging to the previously mentioned Poppy herself, another to a not so familiar face that she took for the relatively new resident, Ellis, and the third - Albrecht. Suddenly unsure about her approach, Adelaide debates whether to go and interrupt their conversations or not.

Inwardly rolling her eyes at herself, Adelaide chides herself for immediately becoming a nervous schoolgirl again, and begins the short walk over to the trio. Tuning in on their chattering, Adelaide picks up bits and pieces - it seems Poppy is perhaps even more nervous than Adelaide with her babbling, and Ellis was just introducing himself to Al.

Clearing her throat ever so slightly, Adelaide places a slightly strained smile on her face as she says, "Morning Poppy," The younger girl being who Adelaide knew the best, or at least had the best relationship with, the older woman took her for her in. Turning her gaze to Ellis, she smiles again, "You must be Ellis, I don't believe we've met yet," keeping her eyes solely on him, Adelaide continues, "I'm Adelaide Renuex, Bellingstone's Sheriff." It's not until she has greeted both Poppy and Ellis that Adelaide finally turns to look Albrecht in the eyes. "This is a surprise," Is all she can muster to begin with, before continuing, "It's nice to see you Albrecht." She couldn't decide whether she in fact meant the words she said or not, but Adelaide delivered them with at least a little sincerity.

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Image Johanna wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand as she finished frosting another batch of cupcakes. It was still early enough in the day that the ovens were still running which tended to make the kitchen a bit warm in the bakery. She took a peak at her watch and nearly jumped out of her skin. It was almost time for the deliveries and she had yet to box anything or wrap anything. She whirled around the bakery collecting all the baked goods and loading them into the wagon she towed behind her bike. She normally walked or drove her small Ford Fiesta, but for deliveries, she biked. It was exercise, she saved on gas, and it allowed her to enjoy the small town she called home the past few years. She hung the sign on the back of the door that read "Off making deliveries. Be back soon" Complete with a smiley face emoji at the bottom.

The first place she wanted to stop was The Escape. She had made something special for June. It was a new recipe she had wanted to try out and June was well known for his sweet tooth. However, they were the farthest from her shop so she might have to chose the option to give it to him later on in the day when the pack got together. She stopped at the various restaurants and homes that ordered from Aunt Mae's before getting to the dinner. It was already busy with customers--most were members of her pack--and she could see Syd and Axel at the counter. "Hey, Syd," she called out to the alpha female as she walked by, two large boxes of treats in her arms. She was always happy to Sydney of all the people in the pack. She was like a big sister to her and she was the one who helped through the initial... shock of everything.

Image She made her way up to the alphas of their pack and placed the two boxes in front of them. "A dozen cupcakes, two layers of brownies, and a batch of cinnamon rolls all ready to be eaten." She said cheerfully, as she opened the boxes to present them. When there was no reply, she looked up and saw the tension in their shoulders. Her smile faded and was replaced with concern. "Syd? Axel? What's going on?" Her gaze traveled around the diner in search of a threat. She didn't see any vampires...Her mind went into overdrive and did something it does best. Jump to conclusions. "Who is it? Whose hurt? What's going on?"

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A lot of their deliveries came in between Saturday and Sunday, which for some might seem weird, but it worked best for them. It was how Andre preferred it anyway. He liked having a stock of their inventory by Sunday evening so when Wednesday came around, he could do another check and see what they were running low on due to demand. It helped with filtering out the recipes that weren't getting that much traction or the drinks that honestly didn't garner the same attention as others. Rus had already gotten most of everything that they needed in line and Dre was pretty confident that he could get his final look-through finished before they closed early Sunday morning, even if he happened to leave Escape later during the day. After stealing a few sweet potato fries that had literally just gotten from the fryer and doused with a cinnamon sugar mix (and a small scolding from Rus that Andre grinned away), he was heading back to the bar where he really flourished. He wasn't exactly a public kind of chef, after all.

The benefit of June not being an incredibly strong werewolf - even though Andre was still ignorant to the existence of the supernatural world to begin with - was that the only sound that Andre emitted upon their collision was a small grunt. The issue with June not being an incredibly strong werewolf was the fact that he was a werewolf while Andre was in fact in human. And so, while June was obviously the one who should have felt the impact on a much larger scale because he was physically smaller than Dre, it didn't stop Dre from feeling a bit more than a pinprick of pain in his chest from where June's nose had dug into him. "Huh," was the only truly discernible sound that filtered past Andre's lips and he didn't falter or have to take a step back, but the collision briefly gave him pause...until what June asked registered to him.

Chuckling, Andre rubbed the back of his neck, a much more genuine apology in his eyes for startling June than the teasing tone his voice took on. "Wouldn't be the first time that I've been accused of it, but I can't say I am, kid. Sorry 'bou that." Frowning at the wince June inadvertently did when he rubbed the back of his head against his nose, concerned, Andre was in the guy's space again, a hand clasped on June's shoulder as he tried to inspect his nose. After all, in Andre's eyes, the guy was kind of small. He didn't need anyone going around thinking he got roughed up on Andre's watch because he may or may not have gotten a bruise. "You alright?"

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It had become a habit, it seemed, for Junsoo to embarrass himself in front of his boss in some way shape or form. As much as customers claimed he was the bar's "selling point", Junsoo was beginning to think that sooner or later Andre would grow tired of his mishaps and toss him. Hasn't happened yet, but it very well could, after all the man had no obligation to keep him there. Realizing the impact might have raised a certain amount of suspicion from the unsuspecting human, June made sure to exaggerate how much pain his nose was in, which in reality had already disappeared all together. He vigorously rubbed at his nose, hoping that the action would create the red-nosed effect a collision with someone so much bigger than him should have caused.

His facial features wiggled slightly, as if to make sure nothing was broken though he was certain everything was in it's place. If there was one big pro to being a supernatural creature, it was certainly the tolerance for pain and quick recoveries. Maybe the gesture was over dramatic in itself, but June had always been known to be a dramatic boy. His theater act faltered, however, the moment he realized Andre's face and too-bright eyes were merely inches from his own. His pink lips formed into the shape of a lowercase "o" as he attempted to blink away the mild surprise.

"Ye- Uh- I'm fine!" he blurted, hands flying up defensively. Maybe not the subtlest of reactions, but it would do. "Are you?" a dumb question is probably what that sounded like, because in a normal world, someone the size of June wouldn't be able to so much as land a single scuff on someone like Andre. This, however, was not a normal world or anything even close to it and there's no doubt Andre must have felt pain to some extent. His eyes fluttered from curiosity as he mentally scolded himself for being quite so careless. Had he been walking with stronger force and knocked the man off of his feet, he would of had some serious explaining to do.

He intentionally ignored the buzzing device in his pocket until Dre distanced himself enough, making sure to respond to Sydney's message in record time so as to not be rude.

To: Syd
MSG: Probably the same thing everyone else has heard...did he really come back?


It was pointless to explain who exactly he meant by "he". Sydney knew, perhaps better than anyone else. Once the send key was pressed and the message on its way, June returned his undivided attention to Andre. Truly undivided as the small wolf's eyes followed the man's every movement. Had a new customer not taken his attention, Junsoo could have been accused of staring.

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He could tell that his condolences hadn't gone over as well as he had hoped, but he supposed that was what he deserved for waiting so long. It was foolish to have done so, he realized now, for the support of the Clarke siblings would have meant a great deal to his campaign. Jeez, aren't you joyful today. He couldn't help but mentally reprimand himself for that - certainly, he wouldn't gain any support if he kept this mentality up.

"Thank you, Poppy. That means...that means a lot." He spoke a bit too quickly, the credibility of his words falling flat. Thank God Ellis showed up when he did.

"Ellis, huh? It's nice to see a new face in Bellingstone, Ellis." He held the younger man's hand for a moment longer than he might have normally, taking a moment to look him over. "You know Axel then?" Al slowly released the other werewolf's hand, his smile broadening slightly as if at the mention of his baby brother. "He's a good kid - I miss him. Honestly, I can't wait to see him." Al gave a soft chuff of laughter following the comment about the pancakes - whether he was laughing at the nostalgia the memory recalled or the way Ellis stumbled over his words or something else was anyone's guess.

He looked back at Poppy, figuring she would resume their conversation once again, but then Ellis spoke again. Albrecht had hardly met the man, and yet he already had a read on him. The nervous, submissive aura he was giving off was hitting Al like a train. He could only imagine the poor guy hadn't established himself in the pack. Albrecht found himself wondering if Axel had stayed with the pack these years. Of course, the idea of Axel being Alpha never even crossed Al's mind. The Axel Wolff he had known since childhood was not born to lead. What a shock he would face, in that case.

"They leave, they come back," he replied, crossing his arms loosely over his chest. "Don't worry - I know what you mean. She's got a charm about her, doesn't she?" His eyes narrowed slightly, inquisitively. "Bellingstone finds a way of dragging you in." He knew he couldn't ask Ellis for his story - not in front of Poppy at least. Another scent, further away this time, began to reach him on the breeze - a scent he hadn't caught in years. Of course, he hadn't been here in years, but this was a significant person. Adelaide, he recalled.

So lost was he in thought that he almost lost Ellis's question. "Huh? Oh, it just seemed right. Getting back to my roots and all." He turned as Adelaide began to address the other members of his rag-tag party of sorts.

"It's certainly nice to see you as well, Addie," he replied, beaming back at her. He considered reaching out to embrace her, but Al quickly quelled that urge when he took note of the strained smile she wore. "Or is it Sheriff from me?" God, he hated this damn witch hunt of sorts. At least Ellis didn't seem to understand the importance of his return in the grand scheme of things. And so, he turned back to face the anxious werewolf.

"I don't suppose you'd want to take me over to the diner to see AJ?" he asked, choosing to use Axel's childhood nickname, a long dead artifact, to reference his brother. As if the nickname might prove he deserved to see the brother he abandoned years ago. But, then again, he had always been distant from Axel in an emotional sense. "I figure I ought to say hi or something." Reluctantly, he faced the two women. "Of course, I'd love to catch up with the two of you - we could grab coffee or something at the diner?"

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Character Portrait: Ophelia M. Hawthorne Character Portrait: Axel Wolff Character Portrait: Junsoo Moon Character Portrait: Sydney Green Character Portrait: Ember Payne Character Portrait: Johanna Collins
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Sydney continued to lean upon the counter, her phone still in her hand as she started to twiddle the device between her hands now. She anxiously awaited for June to text her back as every time her phone, or someone else's would chime, her eyes would become locked with her own phone. Upon hearing Ember's response towards her, she did not bother to respond but made a scowling face towards her then looked up and saw Ophelia walking in. 'Oh, great, another vampire.' She thought to herself as two vampires inside of the diner was enough for her. She managed to get herself upright and walk over towards Ophelia, her gaze meeting hers. "Would you like tap water, as well? Or would you prefer a bottle?" Sydney asked towards Ophelia, mocking her rather sophisticated aura as she smiled towards her then handed her a menu anyway - Just in case.

As a few people left the diner now, Sydney wished them a good day and cleaned up the area that they were sitting. She piled the dishes up in the back, knocking over a few as she cursed to herself and picked up the broken dishes off of the floor. Sydney stood upright now and walked back through the doors, checking her phone and leaned back upon the counter. Axel's voice startled her slightly as she turned towards him and looked around before grabbing him by the arm and pulling him aside so no one could hear them speak.

"Well, June sent me a text about certain rumors going on around town. About what? I am not sure yet." She said just as Johanna, someone she looked at as a little sister and she offered a wave, came in with her usual goodies and then went to asking questions. Sydney sighed as she went to answer her but her phone chimed and it was finally June, who answered her previous message. Her eyes widened at his response and her mouth parted slightly as she gasped softly to herself.

Instead of typing a reply back towards June, her eyes gazed back and forth between Axel and Johanna as she muttered. "He's heard the same thing as everyone else, Albrecht's back in town." Sydney responded as she looked at Johanna now, who knew the look on her face all too well that they must chat later about this matter. "So, if he is back, what exactly does that mean for you, Axel? Why hasn't he contacted any one of us or me?" She questioned towards him now and bit her bottom lip out of nerves. As she awaited a response from Axel, she completely forgot to text June back but started to type a reply.

To: June Bug β™₯
I've heard the same thing! Not sure but there is a possibility.


Once she had hit the send button, her attention went back towards Axel as she sat her phone down now beside the register. She even grabbed the two large boxes that Johanna had brought them and walked into the kitchen with them before returning and standing before them once again.

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Oh, oh, oh, and didn’t things always happen at once? Ellis was beginning to believe that someone had put a sign on his back saying something like, β€œTalk to me!” or β€œBe my friend” or, more likely than not, β€œThis guy is not good at conversations, so, if you’d like a good laugh, see what happens if you talk to him.” Okay, maybe a little bit of an exaggeration (a little bit), but the point stood that this was the most people he’d met in Bellingstone at once barring, well, β€œthe incident”. This also continued the trend of all of them looking like models which simply wasn’t fair.

Adelaide was certainly beautiful, somehow giving off an air of confident femininity mixed with something a little rougher, a little darker. He couldn’t say that he was surprised to hear that she was the sheriff, but he had to stop himself from inhaling deeply to try to figure out what, if anything outside of mortal, she was. Snorting up someone’s scent was hardly a good first impression.

β€œIt’s nice to meet you, ma’am. Er, Sheriff, I mean.” He’d never been good with authority figures. They always made him nervous in a vague sort of way, like teachers calling on you the one time you don’t have your homework or security guards at the airport giving you the special patdown for no discernable reason.

β€œYes. I’m Ellis. I’m an author. I… Yes.” There was a slip right there. He'd been a bit secretive about his occupation to the residents of Bellingstone, even before the incident, but now it was slipping out because, well, he was still suffering from diarrhea of the mouth courtesy of not being prepared for social interaction this morning. But perhaps it was fine. She had moved on already, and wasn’t that something of a relief? He glanced at Poppy, pulling an amusingly distressed face for half a moment before Albrecht had one again caught his attention.

And that really was sweet that he missed his brother. As an only child, Ellis could only imagine that sort of bond between family members, especially ones separated for a few years. Maybe this was all going to work out okay. Albrecht, Ellis realized, was someone born to speak, all smooth words and easy answers to any question thrown his way. A born lawyer, perhaps, or maybe a politician. Ellis might not be particularly good with people, but he was certainly an observer of humanity.

Take for instance the interaction between the Sheriff and Albrecht. A little cold, a little strained, and all of it stained with that same odd hesitance that had tinged Albrecht’s conversation with Poppy. There was something there he wasn’t quite getting, something underlying everything.

But then Albrecht was asking to go to the diner, even if it took Ellis a moment to realize AJ was Axel because AJ just seemed so… so childish in comparison to Axel. Axel with his motorcycle and cool looks and status as Bellingstone’s unrefuted Alpha.

β€œNo, absolutely. I can… I can definitely do that. I’m sure he’ll be excited to see you.” Even as he said it, his eyes were on Poppy again, his life preserver in this uncertain sea of social interaction.

Yes, please come along with us, he mentally begged before, on the realization that Poppy was a lot of things but probably not a mind reader, slowly starting his way towards the diner. Slowly, of course, in case another conversation popped up or, worse, if someone else decided to join them. At best they’d be on their merry way to see a family reunited. At worst Ellis would be halfway out of there by the time anyone noticed he had left, and maybe that wasn’t such an awful thing after all.

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Had anyone else joined the conversation, Poppy would have found a way to skip the fuck out of dodge and try again elsewhere. Somewhere far, far, far from here with Albrecht and even Adelaide, with whom Poppy had more pleasant memories and perceptions. She wouldn't go so far as to say that she and Albrecht had a definite past or anything of that nature, but not being close with someone - combined with the fact that your ex happened to be their little brother who didn't exactly have the greatest opinion of them, even if you guys never talked about said sibling often - and having to interact with them after so long was tiresome. Especially because despite their geographical location, Bellingstone citizens had a firm grasp on what everyone else knew to be Southern hospitality. Everyone wanted to be kind and almost doting to an extent, always helpful, always there - even when they were actually sneering down their noses or just trying to be nosy. And considering Poppy's newfound courageousness as it came to her social life - note the word new because it was still relevant - it didn't mean that she was particularly elated to be in their present situation. Having Ellis involved now didn't help matters at all.

Because Poppy knew that this was going to go one of two ways: she was either going to a.) wind up going to the diner and being inadvertently involved in a sibling spat that honestly didn't even sound like it was going to be pretty even from a distant standpoint, or b.) abandon Ellis to be dragged on to the diner and be inadvertently involved in a sibling spat that honestly didn't even sound like it was going to be pretty even from a distant standpoint. And Poppy was a lot of things, but she wasn't exactly petty nor cruel. So, when Ellis turned to her big, pleading dark eyes, she realized that there was no way she could just leave him to whatever his fate was going to be. She felt herself relaxing her frame - more like, slumping, really but she had had etiquette classes and she couldn't exactly say that she slumped in any way without thinking of Mrs. Levesque and that blasted ruler! - and painting on a softer smile, mostly for Ellis' benefit than either Adelaide or Albrecht's. She also didn't hesitate to whip out her cell phone as she spoke and looped her arm with Ellis', typing out a warning text after she finished speaking."Y-yeah, sure. I was planning on seeing Syd anyway today."

To: Syd
Trouble's coming n im so sorry

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With her casting her eyes towards Ember with a small smile as the younger girl spoke to her. She couldn't do anything but chuckle a bit. She saw so much of her young self in Ember; a spitfire who didn't quell her opinions and remarks for anyone. Ophelia had to respect that and she couldn't help be remember how long ago that was but while she was a tad more eloquent than she was centuries ago, she still had a razor sharp tongue of her own. β€œEmber, please. Have you never heard the quote; you can never be overdressed or overeducated?” She raised her perfectly arched brows towards the girl after setting her purse down on the seat next to her. No need to get her favorite marooned colored Saint Laurent all dirty. She did have a reputation as a sophisticated, elegant 'fashionista' to uphold after all. Besides the floors look a tad... dingy if she was to say so herself but then again everything in this town as a tad dingy for the centuries old vampiress if it didn't belong to her or one of her close colleagues. β€œIt's what I live by and either way, I'll take that little quip of yours as a compliment.” She winked towards the girl with a smirk growing bigger and bigger on her pale face. β€œSide, I could make you look like you just walked off Fifth Avenue too if you just let me dress you for once.” She was always trying to dress the girls in this town up, they were like her own personal dolls that she could pamper and dress as she pleased but, of course, either they didn't trust her enough to let her or they rather dress for 'function over fashion' or her favorite that 'that they didn't need fancy clothes to feel important.' Whatever the hell they meant by that. She didn't need her fancy clothes to feel important.

She knew she was important, the clothes just helped other realize just what they were dealing with. A woman with style, sophistication, but still had a darkness to her that people knew not to toy with. It was actually quite a shame that her 'favorite dolls' felt that way seeing that she didn't offer to dress just anyone so those she did extend the offer to had to be something special. She turned her attention from Ember to another blonde walked towards her. She grew usual inviting smile as the young girl's glare met with Lia's piercing eyes. With Sydney's response, she chuckled softly while shaking her head. β€œNo thank you, darling. I don't drink tap and we both know you don't have bottled.” She took the menu from Sydney with a kind but condescending smile before looking at the pastries they had. She slid the menu to the other side of the counter away from her as she cleared her throat. She tried to wave Sydney or Axel towards her without having to seem like a complete asshole. β€œExcuse me. I'll just take a cup of your finest black coffee if you don't mind. And you know what, what the hell it's my cheat day I'll take a slice of that coffee cake as well. Thank you.”

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Valerie smiled as Benjamin linked his arm with hers. The faerie wasn't one to feel comfortable casual physical contact with most beings, considering that she usually kept her distance from other creatures save those she knew a little better, but she had come to feel rather comfortable around the vampire. It was nice to have a closer friend, at least, even if it wasn't an earth faerie like herself. She did spend time with a limited number of Bellingstone citizens, but each of those people had a more defined type of activity and moment to be around.

When they finally reached the diner, Valerie could feel a level of tension that was not common at the family-friendly place. Her blue eyes glanced around and she spotted a few familiar faces, including that of Ember, the young vampire she spoke with at times. Valerie had loved the blonde's mischievous nature from the beginning and enjoyed hearing her stories. She also spotted Ophelia. Valerie wasn't familiar with the female vampire, but she had always appreciated the elegant style the vampiress took on. It always made the town look a little much more sophisticated than it was whenever she was around.

Well, there were certainly more vampires among the crown today than the usual, but Valerie doubted that was the source of tension. She looked over at Sydney and Axel. She would've normally gone up to greet Axel, but the pair was speaking. Valerie supposed that news of Axel had reached them by now; after all, news traveled awfully fast in towns like these.

Valerie had arrived during the time that Bellingstone was still recovering from the werewolf's disappearance, but she knew enough of the story. A jilted woman, a leader leaving without explanation. It was an ugly story and, although she would never tell anyone this, Valerie was angered at the thought that the werewolf had been willing to leave his family without even an explanation. Valerie had lost her clan to a fire and she would do anything to have gotten the chance to tell them goodbye before the fire destroyed every faerie she had cared for and the love resurrected so often in her dreams.

"Morning," Valerie said, smiling slightly as she came up to the booth that seated Ember and Ophelia. Her eyes turned to Ember for a moment longer; she had not sat down with the vampire to talk for some time and couldn't help but wonder what pranks she had been pulling off lately.

Valerie motioned towards the booth that sat behind where Ophelia had taken a seat, the only empty one since everyone usually went for the booths and there really weren't that many in the diner to begin with. Valerie avoided open tables if possible; it meant being more open and, with humans around, it was just a burden.

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Ivan scuffed at he pavement gently as he matched Lucy's pace. Certainly, he was in no major rush to begin with. The library's patrons always came and went at a sluggish pace throughout the day. The vampire chuckled softly and pushed his thick-rimmed glasses further up his nose.

"She's resourceful," he commented, pulling his knapsack higher up on his shoulder. "The sheriff's office is in for one hell of a day if they do manage to take her in." He knew nothing of Ember's taste for human blood, but he would be lying if he said he had ceased consuming it all of those years ago - back when he and Felix first wrote the constitution for the supernaturals of Bellingstone. He often made time for a quite bite here or there when he left on his occasional trips outside of the town. It was easy for a werewolf to make those restrictions - they didn't need to consume human flesh at all and were sustained just fine on a normal diet. Vampires had not been created to live that way - animal blood worked, but it was like drinking grape juice in a vineyard. Or something like that - it was a difficult thing to equate to anything else.

"I think I will join you, as long as you don't mind. What does a few more minutes without books mean to this hick-town, right?" Ivan looked over at her, flashing a quick smile. "You sure an old man like me doesn't cramp your style?" Sometimes he wondered what it would have been like if he had been turned a decade or two earlier like some of the town's other citizens. Instead, he was stuck in a perpetually forty year old body with a mind that had never stopped trying to keep up with the latest trends. Hell, he looked like someone's dad who had gone crazy in Forever 21. At least he always looked put together.

"Have you been reading anything interesting as of late?" Of the two sisters, he found Lucy far easier to connect with, given their mutual love for books, especially fiction. He didn't mind any of the Paynes, in all honesty, but TJ seemed stand offish more often than not, and Ember was a bit too much of a handful for him.

Ivan held the door for Lucy as they arrived at the diner, ushering her in with one hand before he followed behind and let the door shut. The diner was hopping, full of far too many vampires and werewolves - and a faerie, he noticed. Ivan had no enemies, as far as he knew, and while he was never particularly close with any citizen in particular, he imagined they all knew him by now either from the library or from his wandering from shop to shop.

The tension today was palpable, and he could sense it in particular from the wolves, all of whom had gathered near the counter around Axel Wolff, the reluctant Alpha. A particularly unfortunate man, Ivan couldn't help but think, waving quickly to the young man and his pack as he followed Lucy to where Ophelia and Ember sat. He managed to come up just as Val stepped back, giving him the perfect opportunity to sidle in slightly, standing next to the faerie.

"Morning, ladies," he greeted, nodding slightly at the general direction of the group. "Fine day, isn't it?" Ivan slid himself into the booth Valerie had gestured at, figuring he might as well take his time now that he was already late to the library. "Although something's brewing, no? I can feel it in the air."

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ImageJohanna's smile faded into a frown at Sydney's words. "Whose heard what?" Then the name "Albrecht" passed through Syd's lips and Johanna felt a growl rumble low in her chest. She quickly covered her mouth and shrugged. "Oops. Still don't have much control over that." She said, quietly. The cause of the growl, of course, was the fact that scum that... Omega was back in town. The alpha that left his pack. She could feel the hair on her arms bristling at the thought. When Sydney brought the boxes of Johanna's baked treats into the back, she turned to Axel. "Why now? It's been... what? Six years? And now he decides to come back? What's his end goal here?" Her eyes watched the door for her wolf sister, her alpha female. "If he tries anything with Sydney, I can promise nothing good will come of it. You know this pack." However...Axel was her alpha. "Of course, if you ask me to behave.. I will." She continued reluctantly.

When Sydney returned, she attempted to change the subject. "Have you heard from June? I have a special cupcake for him from a new batch I've been experimenting with. It's double chocolate Oreo. Chocolate batter, chocolate chips in the batter, an oreo on the bottom, and a handmade whipped frosting with crushed Oreos sprinkled on top." Her eyes widened as she finished explaining. "Wow that's a lot of sugar. I'm glad he's not diabetic." She smiled, "He's one of my best customers." And.. something in her seemed to float whenever he was around, but that was something for when her and Syd could spend some "girl time" together. She pulled out her phone and shot him a quick text:

To: Junie-
June! You going to be at Felix's Diner soon? I have a special new treat for you to try if you're up for it. :) Also, Have you heard? The Traitor is back in town.. I'm worried about Syd.

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This shit was the kind of shit that made Axel wish he had skipped this shit hole years ago, before Al even thought to hit the road and leave him behind. He had never been one for pep talks and words of reassurance, but more often than not, his job as Alpha forced him into scenarios in which the only thing to do was talk it out like a high school counselor or something.

Sydney grabbed his forearm and pulled him away from the counter, holding him close enough that he knew something was horribly wrong. Axel's throat bobbed slightly in response, and for a moment, Sydney might have caught concern in his gaze. He hated this game of not knowing, for he couldn't help but worry if something had happened to one of his own wolves. Axel couldn't help but worry about Ellis, poor Ellis, and if he had managed to get himself into something. Perhaps he ought to call the pack in, have them check in with him lest shit hit the fan without him knowing.

But Johanna managed to clear the air in her perfectly timed arrival, catching Axel's attention as Sydney looked back to her phone.

"Hey, Jo," he started, walking towards the younger wolf. "No one's hurt, Sydney just got a text from June, and she's checking i-" Axel was speaking quickly, too quickly, probably, and so he almost missed it as Sydney spoke up again. Until, of course, he caught his brother's name.

The idea of Albrecht returning to Bellingstone was comical. Or, rather, it had been comical that morning when he first heard the rumors. But now? Axel was familiar with the way rumors spread through Bellingstone, but they had always been rumors of little importance. Albrecht's disappearance had rocked Bellingstone - and while rumors of his return had certainly sprouted during his early departure, it would have been like telling an old joke to spread a rumor like that now. Unless it had some sort of basis in truth.

As he processed the possibility of Al actually returning, Axel clenched his jaw slightly, wringing the dish rag in his hands slightly, and then more violently. Axel blinked quickly all of a sudden, forcing himself into the present. The pack needed him, now more than ever. And jeez, didn't that thought just nauseate him ever so slightly?

"If...if Albrecht is back," he started softly, leaning on the counter so that he could keep Johanna and Sydney close. "Nothing changes. He's still the asshole he was - there isn't a place for him in this pack." But, looking over at Sydney for a moment, he knew exactly what she meant. She wasn't worried about the structure of the pack, about keeping Al away - after all of these years, she still missed the bastard. Axel couldn't help but exhale sharply as she left to carry the boxes into the back. It was a relief Johanna broke the pressing silence.

"I couldn't even begin to think of why he'd show up now." He leaned on his elbows, still clenching the rag between his hands. "He's up to something - I don't care what it is, but I don't want him anywhere near this town - let alone the pack...or Sydney."

He straightened up once more as Sydney returned to the space behind the counter. The diner seemed packed now, and a sense of claustrophobia was weighing on him. By the door, Ivan gave him a slight wave, and Axel returned it half-heartedly.

"I need to call a meeting. Now." Axel was pulling out his phone as he spoke, punching a hurried message out to the group.

To: The Pack
i've heard the rumors. we need to talk. diner ASAP.

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"I bet they're going to spit in it," Ember advised, a smirk on her face as she caught on to the condescending tone that came from Ophelia as she flagged down one of the diner's employees to take her order, after her original response. It probably wasn't intended, but there was just that air of superirorty that came off of the woman, whether she opened her mouth or not. In Ember's mind, ti was easy to be superior to a werewolf. They were the bottom of the barrel type. Even so, Ophelia's elegance and sophistication made her seem like a class of her own even among the vampires, who Ember believed to be the most high class of all creatures. She, herself, wasn't necessarily into all of that glitz and glam. Definitely not. She was far more simple than Ophelia, and in actuality, there were many vampires like that. However, after being alive for multiple lifetimes, it was easier to develop more of a sense of who you were and who you wanted to be, and all of that extra time made getting there more attainable. High-end fashion wasn't Ember's style. She had never ventured away from her clan, so in a way, she had never had the opportunity to find herself like Ophelia and so many others did. She liked the security that her family gave her, but that wasn't to say that she never wondered just what she could do in the world if she left one day and didn't tell anyone where she was going. She didn't want to live lives like Ophelia's that would go down in history, but change and adventure were concepts that enthralled Ember. "And it was intended to be a compliment," she confirmed, nodding as her fork played with the food on her plate. "I would never insult you to your face, Lia. I like you too much to do that," she added, in what could either be construed as a compliment or not, though she smiled through it.

The group of werewolves grew by one as Johanna joined them. Her presence didn't do much for Ember, so she opted not to comment on it, and was just about ready to ask Ophelia why she stayed in this little town for so long when the diner door opened once more, and Valerie came in. She sat at one of the booths close to the counter that Ophelia and her were seated at, and her presence made Ember grin with delight. Ophelia was a good conversation partner because she had a lot to offer. She was intimidating to an extent, but not to a point where Ember felt like she offered anything other than knowledge... in her direction, at least. Leaving her seat by the counter would mean losing the ability to pester the werewolves at any second's notice, but she hadn't spoken to Valerie in a while, so the trade-off seemed worth it. "If Sydney does spit in your coffee, just let me know," Ember continued, leaving her plate on the counter as she slid off the bar stool. "I'll make sure she meets the same fate as the mayor did, and they'll dub her murder a mystery too," she insisted with a wink, in what was probably a "too soon" joke. She didn't care though. She felt no attachment to a mayor she barely knew, having only lived in the town for six months. She left Ophelia with that as she made her way to Valerie's booth, taking a seat across from the other blonde. "It's a Saturday and you're still here," she stated plainly, resting her folded hands on the tabletop. "Why?" She suspected that Valerie would be off in the city having fun on a day like today.

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TJ chuckled at Payton's quick-witted response. He could appreciate her spunk, especially when it was coupled for a genuine interest in his parts. He had respect for anyone nowadays who knew how to use their hands to build and fix things. In a country where it seemed like every kid stepping out of high school was pushed to attend some brand name college that would set them into a pit of endless despair and debt, meeting someone who knew a trade was refreshing and delighting in its own way, even if that person was a werewolf. "Blow things up?" TJ questioned, an eyebrow quirked as he looked at her. That was something you didn't hear someone list as a hobby ever day. "I mean, as long as you aren't about to build a homemade bomb and send the feds my way after you blow up some subway station, by all means, look around," he said, smiling a bit, as he guessed (or hoped) that she was talking about blowing things up in a more leisurely way than how he had construed it, but still not being sure. He was already skeptical of her for being a werewolf, and while her being female cut her a break on his outward skepticism, he still wouldn't have put it past her to actually be into something more serious than her enthusiasm made it seem. "I can special order something for you if you want something I don't have," he added, as he moved away from her and began to put away his tools.

He was done with his work for today, and he was happy about that because understandably, finishing projects and reaching goals felt good. At the same time, it meant that he had a lot of free time on his hands today. He considered getting the girls and driving to the nearest lake to do some fishing, something that he had taken up as a pastime twenty years or so ago, when they spent a few years living in a cabin right on a lake in New Hampshire. He had never been too much of a fan of the water when he was younger, but now he enjoyed it, even if that didn't mean that he was particularly big on swimming. As long as he wasn't dealing with the sun beaming down on him all day, he could enjoy himself out on a small boat on calm water. As much as that sounded like a good plan to him, he doubted that his sisters would be interested, though, and as silly as it sounded, given that his sisters were older than the "oldest and wisest" humans still alive, he didn't trust leaving them home alone. Lucy was one story. TJ trusted her, and knew that she could hold her own in any situation. She would probably spend the day at home reading, at the library, or at a bookstore picking out new books. She was very predictable in how she spent her time, something that she was unashamed of. What TJ really meant when he said that he was wary of leaving his sisters alone was that he was wary of leaving Ember alone. She would cause mayhem in the town, or even just for Lucy, and if he tried taking her with him on his fishing trip, he didn't put her flipping the boat over past her, even if it was only done accidentally out of being antsy. He didn't know what today's plans would entail, so he decided to be friendly and reach out to Poppy.

To: Poppy
Hey Poppy... hope you're holding up... any plans for today?

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A short laugh didn't even get the chance to be fully realized as it got stuck in Andre's throat the second that a customer coughed for their attention. He didn't even bother casting them a briefly annoyed look; he was definitely getting ready to tease June about asking Andre if he was okay. Even if the impact provided a moment of confusion for Dre because he was clearly getting too soft or something if June thought that was actually supposed to really hurt him. It did, not seriously - not in the hurt that could have happened to the younger guy had the situation been something momentous. But it hadn't been and he was two seconds from seeing how red he could get the guy when the interruption came. A beat later and a small smirk formed on Andre's face, recognition in his eyes as he stepped away from June as the boy busied himself with his phone. "Aye, Luke," Andre greeted, bumping fists with his former classmate who was now working in the city as an accountant. Luke tiredly sat himself on one of the stools at the bar. "Still a bit early to be comin' in for ya usual, dontcha think?" Luke chuckled before it turned into a legitimate sigh. "Man, it's been that kind of a week." Andre raised an eyebrow, not particularly as interested as he appeared to the man. They had never been close friends, not on Andre's part anyway. It definitely had helped, back in the day, to be good with the math teacher's son. Dre swore up and down that Mrs. Gilbert genuinely hated him and that the only reason he had been able to make it out of high school was because he had been friends with Luke, and kept Luke out of serious trouble.

Despite the distraction that Luke served as, Andre didn't exactly just forget June's presence altogether. He definitely noticed it. It was the prickling of his skin when June reached for a bottle near Dre, the slight breeze that came when someone or thing came past you. Especially when the next customer asking for June's attention started the daily flirting. It made Andre tense, even as he focused on answering Luke. "Damn, really? Thought you liked it in the big city?" Luke shrugged, but Andre felt the man watching as he got out the bottle of Hennessy he knew the guy was craving. He poured the shot and Luke downed it just as fast, snatching the shot as soon as it touched the surface"Yeah, until you gotta deal with the city people. You'd think all of us out here weren't nothing but country trash or something." Andre hummed conversationally, almost in agreement, as he poured another shot.

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"'What's the worst that could happen?' she said. I'd say this, honestly. Probably this."

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"A man is nothing if he can't even protect his own family."

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"Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings"

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"'What's the worst that could happen?' she said. I'd say this, honestly. Probably this."

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