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Gabriel James Lestat

"They threatened my little sister, now they'll all pay for it. " {done! Kinda..}

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a character in “Bitten”, as played by The_Fallen_Ones

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Full Name: Gabriel James Lestat
Nickname:His sister calls him Gabe for short and when she wants to mess around Gabby, which he hates..
Age: 24, one minute and sixteen seconds older them Sam
Gender: Male
Role: Kellen Lutz

Personality: Gabe is super caring. He is like a big, strong teddy bear. He has a strong over powering attitude, but he is able to die it down when he first meets people. Kindness is something he was born using, but he has times where he is terribly rude. He always makes sure that he gets his opinion out, and listens to other peoples too. He understands that everyone has their own opinion, and makes sure not to judge before finding them out. Everyone has their story for why they think what they think, and that's what he's interested in. Everyone can be who they are as long as they aren't rude about it.

Gabe may seem relaxed and lazy, but it would also be obvious to a perceptive person that he’s alert and ready to act. He likes to pretend that he’s rude and sarcastic at times, but then he’ll readily do things for you if you ask. He moves like he has all day to do something, seeming lazy and unmotivated but when it really counts, he’s frighteningly fast. No warning, no hesitation, when action needs to be taken, he goes for it. His humor is dry and sarcastic in such a subtle way that it’s hard to pick up on unless you’ve been exposed to it a couple of times. His humorous comments come with a completely straight face, and no matter how absurd some of them may seem, it’s hard to discern if he’s really joking, unless you’re just good at that kind of thing. He’s confident, even arrogant sometimes, but doesn’t have much pride, though he likes to pretend he does.
But Gabe is very protective of those he cares and loves, and even through he’s not a part of the Coven or pack, he cares for them because they saved him and his sister.

Species: Normal Humans, no extra power
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Fears: His sisters death, Not being able to protect everyone, death, fire
History: When Gabe was younger, his sister, mother, father and himself were all driving home in their car when they crashed and went over the bridge and into the water. But things did not happen as he told his sister. He told her there was a deer in the road, but he saw what it was, a person. A Cacciatori, they had found out Gabe's parent's were friends with the Vampire, helped them by supplying blood bag's or coming up for a cover story for one of them when something went wrong. They wanted Gabes parent's gone. It just so happend the children were in the car as well. Once they went over the bridge, the Cacciatori left, thinking they wee already dead. The mother was. But the three other people in that car were very much alive. Gabes dad was trying to brake open the window, Gabe tried as well..but it proved useless. Gabe saw their dead say "i Love You" but it was to late. Sammy would die first, she had the smallest lungs. Then himself..then their dad. But something saved them. The Vampires. Their dead started pointing at the kids in the back, despert to get them out. To let them live. The vampire got the idea, pulled the door from Sams side and pulled both of them out, Gabe agreeed to help the vampires in exange for protection for his sister and money for them. He got a new job, and a way to keep his sister safe the the people who killed his parents.
It was a week ago the Cacciatori found out was helping the vampires in almost the same way his parents had. They threatend to kill his sister and him, but he was more worried about his sister. He called up the vampires, and told them he's on the way with a very confused human girl that just so happens to be his twin..

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Personality

Appearance: Gabe likes to keep it simple with a pare of jeans and T-shirt, he only dresses fancy when needed, but he makes sure his hair is brushed most the time, he's shaved..sometimes and he brushes his teeth. He's not one for profection, through being around the vampires for so long, he got used to it. Being around the vampire so long, he was taught to be fight and he's more fit then a normal person, through he's not one to show off he doesn't wear a shirt sometimes, which slows off his perfect body. {Will add more soon sorry}

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Likes/Dislikes: Gabe likes: Food, Girls,Water,Swimming,Night time, Fighting. Gabe Dislikes: Cars, Large bodys of water, Drowning, Bridges.

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So begins...

Gabriel James Lestat's Story

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Character Portrait: Aurora Mortenson Character Portrait: Caprice Morelleni Character Portrait: Christipher Voltaire MĂłrrigan Character Portrait: Samantha Violet Lestat Character Portrait: Isabella Ebony MĂłrrigan Character Portrait: Alphonse Zachary Padraig
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Aurora Mortenson emerged from her bathroom in a cloud of steam. With a sigh, she ran a thick black brush through golden blond hair and sat on her bed, checking the clock. Two in the morning. Not a bad time for a vampire to be just getting ready for bed. Not bad at all, in fact, most of her coven was probably still wide awake. She'd just gotten back from a midnight investigation into the murders and disappearences that had been happening lately . Her findings had shocked her and she'd needed a good bath to think. Now, sitting on her bed, she placed the brush down and picked up the small figurine sitting on her bedside table.

The figure was one of a woman, pulling a bow back, ready to shoot. She closed her fingers around it, squeezing harder and harder until there was a brief second of pain and then the thing snapped in two. Just like that. A month ago, her closest friend had gone missing, vanishing out of no where.

Tonight, Aurora had found the huntress figurine laying beside her mangled body. She had had to use all her willpower to force herself to inspect the wounds and after careful examination, found exactly what she'd feared. None of the marks were werewolf claw marks or bites.

Meaning someone else had done this. Someone who'd left the figurine. Aurora glared at the broken thing in her hand, demanding it to provide her tired mind with a logical answer. Sadly, it did not answer her and she sighed, setting it aside and standing to change into her white nightgown.

As soon as she stood, Aurora was forced to sit again. A blinding white light seared through her eyes, burning her, and making her scream. As a vampire , one of her greatest fears was blindness, but just as she'd thought she'd never see again, the light dimmed and the pain subsided.

Aurora found herself panting hard and she slapped a hand down on her bed to reassure herself that she was okay. Her hand struck paper. She looked down to see that she'd smacked a yellowed letter that had certainly not been there a moment ago. What the hell had just happened? Confused, Aurora lifted the letter delicately and read through it.

She dropped it, letting it float gently to the floor at her feet. For the first time in a hundred years, her hands shook with shock as she quickly threw on her lace nightgown and grabbed the letter. Without even stopping for slippers or a robe, Aurora marched straight down the hall, white lace billowing behind her as she moved purposefully.

She didn't stop until she'd reached Julien's door, her second in command. Outside, she pounded on the door urgently. "Get your lazy ass out here Julien, I don't care what you're doing!" she barked through the door. Another second and no answer. Too long. Without another word, Aurora shoved the door open and stepped inside. "Downstairs in the livingroom now." she ordered impatiently before turning on her heel and heading back up the hall.

As she did so, she made sure to jiggle the handle of each door, giving the others her sign for "get downstairs , meeting.
Once Downstairs in the main livingroom, Aurora selected the largest of the many velvet chairs all wrapped in a "U" shape around the grand fireplace. The fire was still popping soft, bathing the room in a warm glow. The open windows let in the cold night air and for the first time since reading the letter, she realized she was shivering in her nightgown and scooted her chair closer to the heat of the fire.

As she waited, Aurora crossed her legs daintily and thought. What was she going to do? She glanced down at the letter. You know what you have to do Aurora. She thought to herself. Yeah, but is that what's best for my family? The idea made her cringe, but she knew what to do. Based on the letter, it was her only option.

Slowly, the members of her coven started pouring in and Aurora lifted her blue eyes from the letter. She waited until everyone had arrived before speaking, voice as casual as if she was talking about the weather. "We're moving in with the werewolves." She said bluntly, letting hee crystal clear blue eyes make contact with each one of theirs , knowing it would enraged most of them, if not all. "There's a race of humans." She lifted the letter for them to see. "They know our secrets and they're hunting us. These disappearances have been due to them. They're called the Cacciatori and they're absolutely deadly." She lowered her eyes and sighed deeply. "I don't care how strong you think we are, we can't take them on ourselves. I've received this news from the lost princess Daniel herself." She said, lifting the letter again and raising her eyes.

She rested her gaze on Julien's, then the others one by one challenging them. "I'll hear your protests out, but you won't change my mind. I don't like this just as much as you don't, but it has to happen or we"ll all die. Anyone who doesn't believe me can read the letter." she looked up to Julien for support. He was her right hand and no matter how crazy he drove her sometimes, he was good at his job otherwise she wouldn't have chose him.

A cold breeze flooded in through the window, cutting through Aurora's nightgown , making her shiver. Silently, she hoped it wasn't a bad sign .

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Caprice Mornelli sat in her office, a stack of files in her lap. Her clock read two in the morning, and as she worked, she held a cup of coffee in one hand, heels propped up on her desk almost carelessly. Large brown eyes scanned line after line of tiny 8 pt font, not even tired despite the late hour. She was used to late nights. Not only was Caprice a workaholic, but there was also no better time to catch a vampire or slay a werewolf than two or three in the morning.

Or apparently read files.

A disturbance at her door made Caprice look up, one eyebrow hooked upwards as if to say: "can't you see I'm busy?" At her door stood her messenger. He wasn't good for much, but he knew how to protect himself at least. Sad really, what became of her fellow Cacciatori members who really had no skill. "What is it Albert?" She asked rather impatiently.

"Its Bryce, Miss Mornelli. The man said sheepishly.

"And? What about him? Because short if him being dead, there is absolutely no reason for you to bother me while I'm working." She said annoyed. As if to prove a point, Caprice stood, towering over the man.

"uhm.. Actually.. He is dead. Killed by a vampire just now."

And with that, Albert scampered out of the room barely missing the vast that was pitched at his head when she'd registered what he'd said . "WHAT?!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs, the photo on her desk rattling violently. Bryce was dead? How? He was her top man. Her right hand. She shook her head. Dam vampires, if you wanted something done right you had to do it yourself.

Sitting, Caprice managed to calm herself again and think logically. Papers forgotten, she grabbed for the phone. The secretary's voice came, adding her who she wanted. "Chandler please." she said an waited a minute. Since most agents were at the office either for last minute paperwork or a late night hunt, it only too Bryce's brother a second to answer. "Chandler , yes, its Caprice . I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you, but Bryce has been killed by a vampire. I would like you to take his place as second in command. It would do your brother proud." Her voice was pleasant and sympathetic as she spoke. Sure, she could have chosen her own sister to take bryce's place, but she hadn't. Mila was too soft for the job, and while she loved her, probably the only person Caprice ever had loved , she wouldn't give her a job she couldn't handle.

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Chandler Hamilton

It's funny how when you work in the dark for so long that's all you see. Your days become small vapors before your life is completely consumed by the darkness that lay awaiting, hungrily. That's how Chandler Hamilton's life was, how it always had been since a very young age. He was drowning in the darkness, choking, without a way to scream. Then again..Why would he want to? He had become one with the night, it was probably better that way. He was not worthy of the sunlight, and prefered sleeping during those tedious, bright hours, anyway.
For the night being, instead of darkness Chandler was drowning in research and reports. Reportings of the latest unsolved murders, patterns that followed, and so forth. A deep crease seemed to have permanently settled into his forehead, just above his brows. He was in deep concentration, like always around this hour, if he wasn't out slaughtering some God forsaken immortal, that is. The thought of them use to make his skin crawl. Of course, that was when he was younger, naive, afraid. Now the thought simply pissed him off, made him want to beat the living crap out of something; preferably, someone. His large, slightly calloused hand hovered over a file. He had read over it three times already. With the rough exhale of air past his lips he finally gave up, reaching down and flicking open the cover of said file. The name of the immortal was unknown, but their picture resided on the paper in front of Chandler. In this picture they were- she was clearly, not aware of a camera nearby. He snorted in digust at how innocent the creature looked. Defenseless. As if.
He rolled his eyes towards the ceiling off his office, smashing the file shut before carelessly tossing it across his desk. You could not see the sturdy, oak piece due to the many papers that littered its surface. Time for the nightly work out ritual, he thought. With another sigh Chandler pushed away from his desk and went to stand up when the telephone on his desk beeped, button blaring red.
"Mr. Hamilton?" the secretary's voice, loud and high-pitched, called.
"Yes?"
"Caprice is on the other line, she-"
Chandler cut the annoying woman off as he picked up the phone swiftly, cradling it between his right shoulder blade and ear. "Caprice?" He answered in his regular, deep, unconcerned monotone, as always.
"Chandler, yes, it's Caprice. I'm so sorry to be the one to tell you, but Bryce has been killed by a vampire. I would like you to take his place as second in command. It would do your brother proud."
He almost didn't hear the rest of what she said as the phone began to numbly slip from his fingers. Byrce. Dead? He swallowed hard, gaining a tight grip on the phone. A deafening crack confirmed Chandler had, once again, cracked the phone. However, this time it was not from dropping it accidently when he was getting worked up over something. This was from his own firm grasp.
He cleared his throat, quickly finding his voice. When he spoke, it remained cool, calm, and collected, as if she had just spoke of the weather. "Of course, I'll gladly take his place, Caprice. Should I-.." He trailed off momentarily, running his free hand roughly through his hair. "Should I come by and pick up anything I might be needing?"
Ever since the age of eight Chan was taught to keep his emotions on lock down, at all costs. Ever to show weakness, not through body language, monotone, and definitely not through tears. He had not cried since he was seven. The sudden assault on his eyes was maddening. Bryce was honestly the only member of Cacciatori Chandler gave a rat's ass about.. And now?
He swatted at the tears before they could actually fall, clenching his jaw; it felt as if his teeth were about to shatter.
".. Bryce has been killed by a vampire."
The words mingled along his thoughts, swam through his brain, causing him to move the phone away from him briefly so he could take a deep breath. He didn't know which vampire killed his brother. But it didn't really matter...
They all were going to pay.


Keira

It was one of those never ending nights where there was absolutely nothing to do. Keira Delgado was doing what she always done, guarding the house- mansion? For the time being she resided in the main living room, not her room, laying by the fire. She was in her wolf form, like she was most of the time. The fire warmed her pelt and she was becoming a little too comfortable, on the verge of drifting off into a deep sleep. Her large head laid on her heavy front paws, ears flicking once, twice. Her eyelids began to droop..
She knew the coven, well most of the members, were not too fond of her. It was because of the obvious reasons. Half of her blood was that of a werewolves. What she was suppose to be. But now, of course, that werewolf blood of her's mingled with the strong blood of a vampire's. Keira didn't really mind it. She felt strong, she felt..Good. However, it had just caused her problems, and she did feel a bit lost.
She tried putting herself in the coven's shoes though. If she was a vampire.. And a werewolf was secretly thrown into her home, then accidently turned.. Then her problem for the rest of their life, she would be..Angry too, to say the least. But still. When the coven was around she tried staying in her human form to leave them with more ease. Only when she was "on patrol," alone or around Aurora did she reside in her wolfy body.
Sleep had stolen Keira away, but only for a short period of time. Before she knew it yelling was heard. Her ears pricked forward. Then began the distinct jiggling on door handles. A meeting.
She hopped to her feet and spun around, for the moment looking like she was chasing her tail. Then, the large, thick-furred wolf began to transform. Its body contorted and morphed, in its place appeared a young, smooth-skinned woman with wild hair. She brushed a few strands of the chestnut mass from her face, smiling timidly when Aurora entered the living room. Only the slightest wince confirmed the shift had been a semi-uncomfortable one. Keira immediately took the seat to the coven master's left.
Feeling just a little uneasy as the rest of the coven filed in, she tugged up her long legs into the chair, which were covered by a simple pair of black sweatpants, holding them to her chest. You would think after almost four years of being with the vampires she would feel better, and she sort of did. In a weird way they were her family whether they liked it or not. She rested her chin on her knees.
Once everyone was there and the meeting started all Keira could do was stare at Aurora in shock. Move in.. With the werewolves? She blinked once, twice, three times, slowly glancing at the others. They were definitely not happy. Biting back a whimper, she sunk more into the soft, velvety cushion of the chair. The members clearly, openly shared their disliking of the werewolf species. It almost made the wolf feel bad. However, she put on a brave front.
"Aurora, when must we move in with them?" she asked, voice full of curiosity. She cocked her head fully to the left, a wolfish gesture. She had the right to know, right? Keira wondered, however, if she shouldn't have spoken at all. Usually, the coven forgot about her, but speaking up didn't help them do so..

(Sorry my posts are short, it's late, I'm tired. @__@ Next post will be much better, promise! :) )

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Gabe made a fast turn, making Sam cling to her seat for dear life. She had no idea where in the world they were going, all she knew was that it was wayyy to late for a joy ride. Gabe cursed loudly, pushing down on the gas peddle so hard it could have went through the car's floor. "God Gabe what are you doing??" Sam whined rubbing her head, she was getting a major headache, her brother was driving like a crazy drunk man and she hated cars. " Just..shut up and put your seat belt on..will you?" Gabe mumbled turning off of the road and into the forest. Sam rolled her eyes at him, he was crazy..he had finally gone crazy..

"Great..my brother is kidnapping me." Sam mumbled, sarcasm clear in her voice and she leaned back against her seat, ignoring the request of her seat belt, which only made Gabe growl and curse under his breath as he almost missed a turn. " God please slow down!!" Sam gasped covering her eyes right as he made a fast turn and they spun around, the tiers squealing like a dyeing cat. In on quick motion Gabe slammed on the brakes and threw his hand in front of Samantha right as the car jolted forward.

"GABE!!!" Sam screamed before smacking his arm away. "God your insane, your trying to kill me right? Was that the big plan? Jesus!" Sam shook her head and swung her door open, she just wanted to get out of the damn car before he sped off again. Before she could even step a foot out of the old green jeep Gabe had ran around to her side and pulled Sam out, dragging her along to the large mansion like home. "What's going on? Why is there a house in the middle of no where. We cant afford to even be anywhere near this place Gabe, what'd you do rob a bank??" Sam looked around frowning slightly.It was a nice place, but way to big.

Gabriel pulled Sam the rest of the way towards the house then up the steps before turning towards her. "Trust me Sammy, Okay?" he said looking down at her. Sam didn't even have time to answer as he turned towards the door and knocked three, loud times. she didn't know it, but they were about to live with a bunch of vampires, of course only to save her life.

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Aurora took their complaints in silence. Being a vampire, it was hard for her to bite her tongue while being challanged. Especially as a coven leader. But Aurora had two hundred years of practicing patience on her side so she listened to them all, letting them each speak their minds. Her face, as she listened, was passive and one could easily say that she cared as much aboutthe conversation as what color the sky was. That was just Aurora. Always cool and hard. Like an icicle, she was delicatly beautiful, and yet hard, cold, and needle sharp as well. Untouchable she made herself seem. Men were either frightened of her or excited by the challange of being the "first" to crack the ice queen. Sometimes she let them. Other times she remained impenatrable.

So she sat with a winter cold demeanor. Not cruel, just calm and collected. Perfectly put together even in the dead of night after having seen the death of her oldest friend. "Aurora why do you smell like--" The question on Julien's voice froze her. Her body stiffened as he paused. Of course he would smell her. She'd just spent an hour inspecting her wounds. She'd been foolish to think that a bath would hide that scent. "Did you find her?" Of course he would be the one to ask that question. She turned to look at him and her facade slipped ever so slightly. Something caught in her blue gaze, her eyes always her tell, and she lifted her hand to fiddle with her necklace as she often did when upset.

Silently she willed herself to answer him, but thankfully, Alphonse began his onslaught of objections to her plan of action. Not soon after, Cassie stood up to defend Aurora, always on her side faithfully, but again that tedious question came up. "Did you find her?" She glanced around the room as silence fell over them. Beside her, Pup spoke up, asking tentativly when they were going to move in with the werewolves. Again, the room was silent as Aurora struggled to find the right thing to say. She squeezed the letter in her hand and averted her gaze from them to look down at it's yellowed surface and scrawled lettering.

She'd made many mistakes as their leader, but always did her best to do right by them. She glanced at their faces, awaiting her reply. She wasn't even related to any of them, except Alphonse through some distant cousin-ship, and they trusted her with their leadership. Was it because she'd been around so long or they honestly believed in her? It didn't matter. She had no doubt that the threat in the letter was real. She'd seen it with her own eyes, and as much as it pained her, if they needed her to recount it in order to see that she was doing the right thing, then she would give it to them.

She lifted her eyes and looked at Julien, finally finding the words to speak. "Yes." She said a little softly. Her face was calm, but her eyes shined with the threat of tears. "I found--" Just as Julien had, Aurora caught on the name. Charlise had been more than just a close friend. She herself had changed the girl a hundred and fity years ago and had helped her rise to power as the leader of a nearby coven. When her home was destroyed mysteriously in a fire, the Coven of Rose City had given her refuge until a month ago, she'd gone missing. "I found Charlise." Even though she said it, her voice wavered on the name. "By the time I reached her, she was already dead, but there was a man. Retreating into the trees." Her hands shook and she tucked them under her legs to hide it. "I killed him in blind rage. He'd dropped a little figurine. Of a huntress. I'm not sure what it means, but I know it's a symbol for something." She paused and ran her fingers through golden blond hair. "When I'd reached Charlise's body, I took extra care in-" she winced "inspecting the wounds. Gold burns and holy water. Nothing a werewolf would have done. We've been blaming the werewolves falsley all this time. I'm not saying they're not disgusting creatures, but I am saying that whatever's out there is dangerous and we need their protection as much as they need ours."

Aurora stopped to breath and propped her elbows on her knees, dropping her head into her hands with a deep sigh. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been so shaken up. When she lifted her head again, she met Alphonse's eyes. "I'm not asking you to like it. But I am asking you to trust that I'm doing the right thing by you." She let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair, ice cold facade slipping over her again as she crossed her bare legs calmly and twined her fingers. "If you don't want this, have it your way. Find yourself a new coven." The threat hung in the air and her eyes challenged them. Even if it was wrong to throw them from their family, she would do it, they knew she would. There was no other way to convince them. Sometimes being leader was glorious, other times it was nothing but stress and pain. All Aurora wanted to do right now was head into the city and distract herself with the humans. Maybe find a man to bring home, let him think he'd cracked her ice-cold shield. Or maybe she would just go on a frustrated slaughter. A good, old-fashioned hunt like she used to in the old days. Before the coven. When she was on the path to self-destruction.

A knock at the door yanked her from her thoughts and Aurora raised her head. She could smell them before she'd even stood. Humans. Unless this was one of the coven's persistent human visitors, most likely hers, Julien's, or Belle's, no human would dare disturb their household in the dead of the night. So she decided to ignore it and leaned back into her seat.

But the knocking grew louder, more rapid and she honed her sense of hearing in on the door. Heartbeats. Pounding away as if the owners had just run a marathon. Well that was interesting. Unless they'd sprinted all the way here from the city, she doubted they could have gotten their heart rate that fast. A little too persistent perhaps? Maybe she should tie off a loose end? As the pounding grew more rapid, Aurora rolled her eyes. "All right all right. Shut the hell up!" She shouted as she stood and simply disappeared, reappearing before the door. "You humans never do st-" Her fangs had already slid out and she'd been ready to attack, but she was stopped up short in shock as she looked down at the two faces behind the door. "Well you're not an obessed lover." She smirked and stepped out into the night, closing the door behind her.

"What the hell are you doing here Gabe? I told you not to come here. Not even Julien knows about you and after the bomb I just dropped on them, dragging the two of you into the mix would practically put me on their hit list." She jerked her hand towards his sister, Sam. "Speaking of which, why are you bringing her? She doesn't know about us. Our little agreement was based on secrecy." She advanced on him slowly, white lace billowing about her knees as a breeze shifted by, making her shiver. "Don't make me end that." She glanced at the house. Her coven would be asking questions by now. No doubt they'd already smelled the humans. "God dammit Gabe, you really couldn't have picked a worse time."

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Caprice felt the pain in his voice like a knife, feeling temporarily sorry for him. "Of course, I'll gladly take his place, Caprice. Should I-.." At that moment, he paused and Caprice smiled. Albert also seemed to think it would be a good time to come rushing in, panting and out of breath. She held the phone slightly away from her ear.

"Was the vase not a good enough indication that I would like you to stop bothering me Albert or would you like a stapler too? I won't miss this time." She quirked one eyebrow and tucked the phone between her ear and shoulder, lifting the stapler in one hand and popping it open. "This better be good."

Albert shifted nervously and contemplated telling her. Caprice rolled her eyes and raised the stapler. It had the desired effect and got him to get on with it. "Bryce's partner just returned. We know who killed him."

Caprice smiled. "Good boy. Bring him here." Alber scampered off and she turned her attention back to Chandler on the other end. "Hang on Chandler. Dealing with something." She placed the phone on the wood of her desk, not handing up, but not talking to him either, as Bryce's partner entered the room, looking shaken. "You said you know who killed Bryce. Well?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "It was a bloodsucker for sure. We were out hunting and found this one... She was familiar. You remember that old coven we'd burned a while back, a few cities off? She had been their leader. Apparently she got away." He paused, whether for dramatic affect or to irritate her, she didn't know. "So that's who killed him?" She rolled her eyes. "No ma'am. He killed that bitch, but as he was retreating another one showed up. I was well gone by then, but I turned back to see what was taking so long. When I'd arrived she was crouched over his body, holding his Artemis lucky figurine. Then she just took off. I'm lucky to be alive."

Caprice groaned. "That's great, but you do realize if it had been you and not Bryce I would still have a second-in-command? Now who killed him? I might forgive you if you give me a name."

He looked shocked, but stepped forward to the files on her desk. He shifted through the vampire ones before he came to two blond girls. Here he hesitated and Caprice leaned on the edge of her seat. One was the vampire coven leader herself and the other was Isabelle, one of the coven members. After close consideration, he selected the picture of Aurora. "This one." He stated plainly before turning and leaving.

Caprice held the photo in her hand with a smirk, them went back to the phone. "Alright I'm back."

"Should I come by and pick up anything I might be needing?"

Caprice thought a moment. "Yeah. I've got the file of your brother's killer here. Why don't you come down to my office and we'll talk." And withou another word, she disconnected with a sigh, thunking her head on her file-littered desk.

Not a second later, the phone rang again and she groaned loudly. "UGH!" She hissed and picked up. "WHAT?!" She barked impatiently. "Mama Eagle, this is Renaissance Man. The Men's blood Bank is closed for business, repeat, the Men's blood bank is closed for business. Got the trash in the bag and the house is shiny." It was Priestly. Great. Just what she needed. And was he talking in code? Where was he? She rolled her eyes. "Awaiting orders, Ma'am."

"Priestly, your code talk is a little obvious don't you think? No one refers to their mother as 'mam eagle'." She gave a sharp laugh and sighed. "Anyways, good job. Hmm, why don't you come down to my office and I'll give you an assignment. Don't keep me waiting." She hung up the phone and sat up to clean off her desk, putting away all but two files. The file of Aurora Mortenson and the file of Emmanuel Cross.

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"All right all right. Shut the hell up!" A female voice shouted through the door, making Gabe cringe. This wasn’t good. "You humans never do st-" Gabe smiled weakly at Aurora trying to fight the urge to push his sister behind him, it’s not that he didn’t trust the vampire in front of him..it was more to due with the fact that he didn’t trust any of the vampires behind her.
"Well you're not an obessed lover." She said making Gabe chuckle slightly as she stepped out into the cool night air, closing the door behind her. Gabe opened his mouth to speak, but she easily cut him off and started in on them. "What the hell are you doing here Gabe? I told you not to come here. Not even Julian knows about you and after the bomb I just dropped on them, dragging the two of you into the mix would practically put me on their hit list." She jerked her hand towards Sam making Gabe feel more uneasy then before.

"Speaking of which, why are you bringing her? She doesn't know about us. Our little agreement was based on secrecy." Aurora slowly advanced on Gabe, and he did push his confused sister behind him this time.
"Don't make me end that."She seethed making Gabe frown. "God dammit Gabe, you really couldn't have picked a worse time." Gabe held up his hand, cutting her off before she could start up again, he knew all he had to say was what he had learned, he could care less about himself, he just wanted Sammy safe.
“Aurora, I found out more information on Charlise’s death like you told me to, But Sam and my life got threatened..if you..if you promise to keep her safe, I’ll tell you everything. “ Gabe said glancing back at his sister, he knew the offer would piss her off, but he had no other choice, what if he told her everything then they sent them away to be killed? No..they could send him away but they would protect Sam.



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Cassie looked around, most of the members were shocked, but she felt..sad. Charlise is..dead.. Cassie growled at unwanted thoughts entered her head, why couldn't everyone just keep their own thoughts to themselves??

"Alphonse you demented creeper, stop thinking about eating people." Cassie snapped before plopping down on one of the chairs staring at nothing as she focused in on the humans thoughts, One seemed.. panicked and the other..sleepy. Cassie couldn't really focus in on the panicked one's thoughts, they were thinking to fast, but the other one was easy to read. She was confused, and she wanted to go back to sleep, and she was wronging why they were talking about death... Cassie shot upright a new voice swarming into her head.

" We need to find somewhere to go," she jumped up and headed outside, passing Aurora and the humans as she did so. "Be back later, going for a walk!" she lied heading towards the forest, there was someone else out there.


{{ Sorry it's so small i'm useing my phone, but Cassie is coming towards you crybloodredtears}}

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Cassie jumped in shock when a hand grasped her upper arm only for her to turn around and see her brother. Relief sawrmed through her at the very sight of him. She never showed it, but she was very shacken about what had happend to Charlise..Cassie never thought how bad it would have been until she was only in the middle of the forest jumping at every noise that reached her ears. But now she wasn't alone, her brother was by her side again, which made her want to exhale and hug him.


"What the hell are you doing, you little dummy," he snapped making Cassie smile weakly. Before Cassie could beat him to it, Juilen pulled her into a tight hug, which she happily re-turned. Charlise just died, Cassie. Could you please just spare my nerves not go out alone for a while? his thoughts reached her head, making her frown, she understood what he meant, she was scared to.. not only for him but all of the Coven. if anyone wandered off to far from the saftly of their Coven... I'm sorry Jullie, I promise I'll stay with the Coven from now on..it's just..there's someone out here.... Cassie projected her thought's into her brother's head as he stepped back from the hug
"If you want to go hunt, I'll go with you," he said casually, though his voice was a bit rough, Cassie knew he had..his way's of hunting, and she of couse strongly disagreed with them, but she wouldn't want to hurt him with her hunting style, that'd be like her asking to watch him making out with the human's he catchs before he kills them. Ew.

"Don't worry..I'll Hunt with Alphonse..he dosen't like playing with his food, and I'm sure he'll be hungry soon..." Cassie frowned, her brother was agnry at Aurora, she was hiding humans from the Coven, from him.. She has her reason's..those reason's being Al and Chris. Trust her and help her if anything..i know how you feel about humans..but not all of them are bad..please..at least try. Cassie looked at Juilen, a frown set on her face as she started to pull him along, even through all of this was happening, she still wanted to find whoever was out here. Suddenly a cat zoomed by them, making Cassie yelp in surprise and take off after it, it belong to whoever was out here, did I mention she was literly dragging her brothre behind her?


{{Sorry for the bad spelling, i'm posting this in class on my phone, lol i'll edit it when i'm home ^___^}}

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Aurora watched him push his twin sister behind him defensively and gave a wry smile, about to keep going until he threw a hand up. He was brave to cut her off, especially in her current mood, after the night she'd had, she had to give him that. “Aurora, I found out more information on Charlise’s death like you told me to, But Sam and my life got threatened..if you..if you promise to keep her safe, I’ll tell you everything." At this Aurora raised one delicate eyebrow and stopped in her tracks.

Again, she was about to open her mouth when Cassie rushed outside, running off into the woods. Aurora instinctivly stiffened, but the girl didn't seem to care that she hadn't killed the two humans yet. Her second instinct was to charge after Cassie and drag her back inside. After what she'd just talked about she was going to go out alone? I don't think so. Aurora took a step forward, ready to spring after Cassie, but this time a voice stopped her.

"I don't like it when you keep secrets from me, Aurora," Julien's whisper tickled her ear and she shivered briefly before raising her blue eyes to his, the same expression a guilty puppy wears when it's been caught projected on her face. "especially when you know all of mine." The truth of that made her break eye-contact. Not something she did often. "I'm going to get Cassie, she doesn't need to be out alone. I hope that when we get back, you'll talk to me. Keep them out of the house if you want to keep them. Al's mouth is already watering."

And then he was marching off and Aurora was left feeling guilty. How had he managed to make her feel so terrible with just a few words? It's not like the humans were a huge secret. She groaned and rolled her eyes. He wanted to talk to her when he returned. She could only imagine the fight they would have. Sometimes their fights got heated, other times they were over before they started, but they were never pleasant, and, being in the mood she was in, she had a feeling her temper wouldn't last very long if he said anything to piss her off.

Trying not to think about it, she turned back to Sam and Gabe, reconsidering their offer. "Gabe, I hope you know I'm not going to let you stay with us because you're blackmailing me." She stepped up close to him, placing a nail gently to the vein in his neck. "You know that if I wanted to, I'd have no problem getting my information from you. Don't try to outsmart me. I've lived two-hundred years, I know every trick in the book." She stepped back, giving him his personal space again and sighed. "But quite frankly, I'm not up for torture right now, and what kind of person would I be if I didn't help someone who helped me?" He eyes landed on Sam. "If she stays, you do. I have a hard time believing she'll adjust to us without you around. Oh. And this will most definitely piss off my coven so I suggest you keep your head down. Got that?"

And with that, she ignored Julien's request to keep them outside and turned towards the door. What was she supposed to do? Make them sleep in the gardening shed? No, her vampires would have to behave themselves. Inside, she found Kiera with her face to the window, Fox just behind her. Were they spying? Guess it didn't matter so much now. With a sigh, she gestured to Sam and Gabe, announcing them to the coven while at the same time, searching their eyes for any silver, a sign that they were hungry.

"This is Gabe and his twin sister Sam. They've been helping me investigate the disappearances that have going on lately, not just Charlise's but everyone's. I've had a weird feeling it wasn't werewolves for a while so I got Gabe to do some investigation on the human side of things. Anyway, these Cacciatori have threatened him so now we're taking him and Sam in. No questions. If you don't think you can handle yourself around them, try harder. The first one to lay a hand on them answers to me." She turned away from them and back to Gabe, pointing to the stairs. "Those are the stairs. Head on up and pick an empty room to get some sleep in for now if you want or just hang out. Don't get to cozy though. We'll be leaving in a few hours anyway."

Now she turned to Fox and Kiera. "Fox, stop teasing Kiera, I actually have a job for your uselessness." She said with a smirk. She liked Fox, and actually didn't mind having her around, but she never missed the opportunity to snark about her hanging around them. Since Fox wasn't exactly part of the coven, Aurora couldn't order her around, but she never objected when Fox wanted to stay and never complained when she left so she doubted Fox would refuse her. She held up Danielle Cabelle's letter. "Take this to Emmanuel and tell him my plan to move in with them. Tell him I wont take no for an answer and he'd be stupid to refuse. I don't care what you say, convince him it's the only way." Fox was perfect for the job since, like her, she could teleport so it wouldn't take ages.

She turned to Kiera. "Pup, sit up for a while and wait for Julien and Cassie to get back. When they do, tell Julien if he wants to talk, I'll be in my room. If it takes them more than a few hours, come find me." And finally, she turned to the rest of them. "As for the rest of you, you may either go back to bed, go hunting, or pack, but we'll be leaving a little earlier than ten tomorrow."

And with that, Aurora turned on her heel and went up to her room.

Once safely inside, she plopped down onto her four-post bed and dropped her face into her hands with a deep throated groan. Sometimes, when she was alone, she wondered if being coven master was really worth all the stress, but she quickly pushed the thoughts aside and lay back on her red silk sheets, golden hair splashed across her pillow. Her crystal blue eyes examined the ceiling as if it held the answers to her problems while she waited either for Julien, or Pup.

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It didn't take Chandler long to show up, and she smiled when he did. Prompt as always. Her smile dropped though, when he looked her up and down. Big, innocent-looking, brown eyes caught his and she smirked, raising from her desk and crossing to the counter on the other side of the room to fill her coffee. She knew he wanted the file to his brothers killer and nothing more, but she rather enjoyed keeping him waiting. "You know Chandler, women will only distract you from your duties." She said with a smirk, returning back to her desk and taking a seat.

"Besides, short of you killing every Immortal in Rose City, there is nothing that would make me sleep with you. So don't waste your time." She laughed lightly and lifted her mug, eyeing him over the rim as she took a sip. "Don't get me wrong, it's not your looks." She said, placing a hand gently on Aurora's file and pushing it towards him.

"That's Aurora. The woman who killed Bryce. Ironically, your brother had been trailing her for weeks. She was his target." She shrugged. "Guess he turned into hers." The cruel joke hung between them, but she hadn't expected him to laugh. "Anyway, you may take her case, but the tricky part is this: I don't want her dead. She's a coven master. At least a hundred and fifty years old. Think of all that information. I want her brought in for imprisonment. Bryce had been busy trying to figure out a way to do that when he'd died. Getting a coven leader away from their coven is a tricky thing. It's what makes them so hard to catch."

She placed her coffee down and leaned back in her chair, lacing her fingers delicately over her stomach as she looked up at him with large brown eyes and tilted her head slightly, crossing her legs daintily. Everything about her spoke of innocence, delicacy, and softness, but Caprice was a double edged sword. For every drop of sweetness her appearance and voice held, she had a gallon of wickedness and mischief. "Any ideas or are you just going to wing it?"

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”Yes. I found Charlise. By the time I reached her, she was already dead.”

Belle felt breath rush sharply in through her lips in shock at Aurora’s confirmation of everything they’d feared. She felt like she’d been kicked in the chest. Belle hadn’t known Charlise well. They’d had a few conversations while she had been here, shared a table. She thought she may even have borrowed one of her necklaces, but that was the full extent of their friendship. But that wasn’t really what made Belle’s beautiful blue eyes widen in shock. It was that she had been one of them. Even though she hadn’t been with their coven for as long as many of the members had, she’d still been one of them. Even though she knew vampires could still be killed, she’d begun to see herself as far superior, almost untouchable. But this sudden death of an old and powerful vampire, especially one as close to the leader of their coven as Charlise had been, was a shock. And to be killed by werewolves, the conclusion Belle had instantly jumped to without thought or consideration, made the blow all the more sickening.

But Belle had no time for anymore thought as Aurora carried on. ”But there was a man. Retreating into the trees I killed him in blind rage. He'd dropped a little figurine. Of a huntress. I'm not sure what it means, but I know it's a symbol for something. When I'd reached Charlise's body, I took extra care in inspecting the wounds. Gold burns and holy water. Nothing a werewolf would have done. We've been blaming the werewolves falsely all this time. I'm not saying they're not disgusting creatures, but I am saying that whatever's out there is dangerous and we need their protection as much as they need ours."

Belle froze. Wait. The werewolves weren’t the ones responsible? There must be some kind of mistake. But
 Werewolves couldn’t touch holy water, everyone knew that. Suddenly, Belle felt weak. Weaker than she’d ever felt before. As a vampire, she’d always felt strong. Faster, stronger, more powerful than the humans she ‘played’ with. Even though she’d always seen the werewolves as a very real threat, she’d always truly believed that they, the vampires, were better than those mongrels and, in a fight, would come out on top. But suddenly, it wasn’t werewolves that were the threat. Instead, it was humans. The race she’d always felt more powerful than, never threatened by.

"I'm not asking you to like it. But I am asking you to trust that I'm doing the right thing by you. "If you don't want this, have it your way. Find yourself a new coven."

A new coven? Now, that thought scared Belle more than all of the rest of the night’s talk put together. A new coven? That meant alone, at least until they found another coven. She couldn’t do that. She’d rather spend an eternity with a werewolf, dribbling all over her perfect blonde hair, than be alone.

Belle heard Alphonse sincerely pledge his trust to Aurora’s decisions before making a joke to soften the tension.

“Okay, whatever it takes,” Belle promised, shuddering involuntarily as she spoke at the idea of having their filthy fur within a hundred metres of her. Although, she did feel a little of the tension slip from her body at the confirmation she was still safe in a coven. “But, please don’t let that one with fleas near me
” she added, her expression twisting into a grimace.

Although, mere seconds after the last word left her lips, there was a sharp banging sound on the door. She recognised the scent instantly. Human. And at the most inconvenient time. It couldn’t be hers from tonight. She’d sent him away, absolutely certain he wouldn’t return. She was yet to see a human resist her powers of persuasion, especially for such a simple command. But that didn’t stop Belle from taking another sniff of the air, just to confirm what she already knew. Of course, she was right. There were two humans, a male and a female. They had similar scents, indicating some kind of close relationship or a blood tie. And thudding hearts, like they’d be running or were very frightened. Nevertheless, the scent did not belong to her nameless man from earlier in the evening.

The banging carried on, more rapid and persistent. “Alright, alright. Shut the hell up!” Aurora shouted, rising to her feet and disappearing from the room. The heard the sound of the door being opened and voices. Belle didn’t catch what they were saying though, her attention had already returned to the other vampires surrounding her.

Her eyes flicked towards Al as he sniffed the air, a grin stretching across his face and his fangs lengthening. "...looks like someone comes here to be our meal willingly... I wonder who that is... They sure are stupid..."

A meal. Now there was something that really captured Belle’s imagination. A meal would make all this a whole lot better. Maybe, if Aurora didn’t want these humans she’d let Belle have them instead. She listened for the voices. The man’s sounded interesting. She was hopeful, he sounded as if she could have some real fun with him before she killed him.

"You just refuse to play the game. If you would spend some time playing with your food before you went for the kill, you would have dinner pounding down your door," Julien said. Belle felt a smile dance across her lips. She liked Julien. He had a similar attitude to kills as she did; the longer you play, the sweeter the payoff. They'd hunted together in the city before, and Belle often thought smugly that they made a good team. 

He winked at her, "Right, Belle?"

Belle smirked back. "You should try it, Al. Although, it takes a certain finesse..." she said, shooting Julian a look and raising her perfect eyebrows slightly.

But she was torn from her friendly teasing of Alphonse by Cassie. She simply leapt up, throwing some comment about just going outside behind her as she flew out of the room. 

Julian leapt to his feet, calling something after her. He froze for a few seconds. The silence allowed Belle's attention to wander to the conversation out in the hallway. She caught Julian's name, in conjunction with the mention of something he didn't know. So that's why he was frozen, Belle reasoned. But by that point, Julian had left the room as was talking to Aurora. But it was just a whisper so she couldn't catch a single word. Belle's hearing was good, and Julian knew that. He was whispering on purpose so no one else would hear him. It made Belle wonder what it was that was going on out there that was so important. She begun to listen more carefully. 

“Aurora," Belle heard the human man say,  "Gabe, I hope you know I'm not going to let you stay with us because you're blackmailing me."

Now that statement really caught Belle's attention. Maybe this man was more than just a plaything.

Belle turned to Alphonse, the only other vampire left in the room. "Aurora's letting a human stay with us? Now, of all times?" she said, even though she was certain he had been listening to the conversation just as she had and knew exactly what had been happening.

Belle listened to the conversation for another half a minute before she heard Aurora approaching, with the humans in tow.

"This is Gabe and his twin sister Sam," Aurora stated. "They've been helping me investigate the disappearances that have going on lately, not just Charlise's but everyone's. I've had a weird feeling it wasn't werewolves for a while so I got Gabe to do some investigation on the human side of things. Anyway, these Cacciatori have threatened him so now we're taking him and Sam in. No questions. If you don't think you can handle yourself around them, try harder. The first one to lay a hand on them answers to me."

Belle repressed and irritated snarl. She wasn't hungry as such, she just felt like a meal to relive the tension of the evening. And now she'd seen the human man, she only wanted him more.

Aurora gave out a few more instructions. One to the human twins, another a gentle scalding of fox for teasing the hybrid thy had somehow ended up part of their coven. One for Fox regarding their... Alliance, if you could call it that, with the werewolves. And the a final one for that hybrid regarding Julian.

"As for the rest of you, you may either go back to bed, go hunting, or pack, but we'll be leaving a little earlier than ten tomorrow."

Belle nodded, wishing the members of the coven that she liked goodnight before making her way up the stairs.

She sat down on her large, luxurious four-poster bed, her body sinking into the white sheets. The quite enveloped her as she realised she was alone, something she hated. The smell of the man from earlier was still strong on them, which only made Belle more eager for a meal. She bent down reluctantly to slip a heel from her finely boned foot.  But she froze for a second and sat up, leaving the black heel still half on her foot. She reached out for her phone that lay on her pillow as a memory of taking the man's number, should she not have finished with him that night, flooded over her. Without looking down, she pressed her foot back into the heel and raised the phone to her ear.

"Yes, it's Belle. I've changed my mind. Come back. We'll pick up where we left off."

(Sorry it's late and the start of my post you've already gone past. I have exams I'm meant to be revising for at the moment, for which the book has lain open on my desk all night but I've never actually looked at... Also, the second half of the post was writen on my phone so I appologise for any mistakes, I'll edit in the morning because it's nearly half 12 at night here.)

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Having been caught eyeing Caprice, Chandler gave a boyish grin, as if he'd been caught with his hand in a cookie jar before dinner. He cleared his throat, having his arms tightly crossed over his chest. His blue eyes challenged her own brown ones when she stood and moved towards the counter. She looked so innocent, almost like an immortal, in a weird sense. Completely alluring but once you got close to them they were deadly; fatal. He tried reminding himself of this known fact often. He watched her fill up her mug patiently, wondering if she was ever going to speak, ever going to mention the file.

"You know Chandler, women will only distract you from your duties."

Chan's lips twitched, hinting at a grin. Oh, how he knew that. Watching her smirk deviously he simply shook his head, letting a broken chuckle tumble past his lips. "Besides, short of you killing every Immortal in Rose City, there is nothing that would make me sleep with you. So don't waste your time." This made his laugh stop short. At first, he was a bit offended. He straightened his shoulders, nodding once.

"Of course, I-"

"Don't get me wrong, it's not your looks." Chandler exhaled when this was told. Of course it wasn't! You do not mix business with pleasure, naturally. His gaze flickered to the file Caprice pushed towards him. Without thinking he moved forward in large strides until he was across from her at the desk. He did not pick up the file right away, simply reached forward with a large, rough hand, carelessly flicking open the cover. He caught his breath, but only for a short second. A female? He didn't think..- How foolish of him, of course it was a woman! Bryce was always doing cases that involved feminine immortals. He was worse than Chandler himself. Though, Chan admitted, his brother had good taste. The woman in the picture in front of him was fairly attractive; most vampires were, however. "That's Aurora. The woman who killed Bryce. Ironically, your brother had been trailing her for weeks. She was his target." He glanced up in time to watch his leader shrug nonchalantly. "Guess he turned into hers."

Tension immediately set in between his shoulder blades as she spoke, only the slightest clench in his jaw confirming she had hit a cord. It was like Caprice to say something like that. "Ha ha," he grunted sarcastically, picking up the file, gazing along the information set in front of him.

"Anyway, you may take her case, but the tricky part is this: I don't want her dead. She's a coven master. At least a hundred and fifty years old. Think of all that information. I want her brought in for imprisonment. Bryce had been busy trying to figure out a way to do that when he'd died. Getting a coven leader away from their coven is a tricky thing. It's what makes them so hard to catch."
Chandler gave a snort. You don't want her dead? He thought acidly, stony stare of the leech's picture once more. What if I want her dead? he wondered, of course, he did not speak this aloud. "I always like a challenge. You of all people know I like the chase. And dragging them into imprisonment? Mmm! Gets me every time!" His voice was thick with heavy sarcasm, yet his light blue eyes shone with goodhearted humor. He wasn't there to piss Caprice off.. This time. He watched curiously as his leader placed her coffee down and leaned back. What was it with women, and moving the way they did?? Chan tucked the file in under his right arm, grinning wolfishly. She screamed everything fragile and soft, but his instincts knew otherwise, they screamed.

"Any ideas or are you just going to wing it?" Caprice then asked him.

He was already brewing up an idea. Remembering a rather brutish vampire he brought in a couple weeks ago, one of the oldest in the line, an idea punched him in the gut. It was risky, yet. Foolish? Maybe just a little. Everything would be on the line. His humanity, most of it taken. His life? Maybe just that. But to avenge his brother.. ?
Chandler placed both his large hands on Caprice's desk, leaning forward, closer to her. His blue eyes danced with amusement. Maybe it was because of how simply dangerous he felt. Moving close to Caprice was like slinging yourself into a horde of bloodthirsty vampires. He didn't mind though. That's what his plan consisted of, anyway.

"Believe in or not, I actually do have an idea." The left side of his mouth curved into his signature, lopsided grin. "Just promise you'll listen to all of it before you go crazy on me?" he pleaded, blue eyes smoldering. It was something no other Cacciatori member ever thought of, dreamed of doing. Chan took a deep, needed breath.

"Remember that rogue vampire I brought in a couple weeks back? The one cursing in a different language? Real strong.. Took at least five guards to hold him off?" He didn't wait for her to confirm she remembered, he launched into his plan full force.
"Well, I'm going to need him after all, his blood. You want this Aurora girl aliv-.. Well, un-undead, right? I know how I'm going to do it. How I'm going to get myself close to her to bring her in. Doing so, however, I must become.. One of them partially." He leaned back an inch or two just in case she wanted to start swinging. The Cacciatori never thought of becoming one of the vile scum they devoted their life to hunt and kill. The mere thought made Chandler's own stomach clench and twist. He had to do this.. For Bryce. "I know me saying it aloud sounds completely idiotic, but just hear me out, Caprice." He used her name for effect.
"Bryce, obviously, done everything he could think of doing to bag this vampire. Everything but going behind enemy lines. You know I can do this. All I have to do is inject a vial of vampire blood. It would mask my human scent, making me, yes, a h-half breed.." His voice wavered just barely, causing him to mentally kick himself. "But it will get my foot in the coven's door. I can say I'm a loner, a rogue they needs a coven. Caprice, you know I'm strong.. Think of if I had leech blood running through my veins. Practically unstoppable," Chandler was tooting his own horn, naturally.

"Once again, I know it is risky. It will be a lengthy process. I will have to earn the head leech's trust, but it can be done. Plus, I can feed you back information behind the lines. And! Think of all those immortals we can wipe out after awhile." Chandler did not even mention the cons to his pros. His life on the line, none of that really mattered. Once injecting vampire blood he would be damned anyway. Leaning back Chan nodded slowly,

"So, what do you think, boss?"




Keira

Keira was entertained by watching the humans and Aurora. She found herself absently leaning closer to the glass, eyeing the male carefully, then the female. They had to be related somehow. Cousins, maybe? By the way the male, obviously known as Gabe, pulled the female behind himself, the word "siblings" mingled along the hybrid's thoughts. She smirked a little, only to stiffen when two dainty hands appeared to either side of her own. Resisting the urge to snarl when the faerie spoke, her hands slowly curled into fists.

"Is little Lassie coming, too? Will you play nicely with the other puppies?"

Keira went to answer with a snide comment, more than likely going to say, "Oh yes, but I cannot be quite sure that you'll not be my next chew toy." Alas, Fox began talking once more before she had the chance.

"Are you eavesdropping, Lassie?"

She wanted to scream, "I'm not a dog! Not. A. Dog! I'm a person too.. A girl! I have feelings.. I have- I don't need to..-" Her own thoughts began to jumble together, not able to form a coherent sentence. Her shoulders were still tense as she tried drawing her attention back to the scene that lay in front of her. "- most definitely piss off my coven so I suggest you keep your head down. Got that?" Keira came in on the end of Aurora and the human's conversation. What would piss them off? Her emerald eyes shone with curiosity as she twisted around to face Fox.

"Mistress won't be happy," Fox had just finished saying to her.

"At the moment I'm not happy you're in my face, Tinkerbell." Keira grumbled, eyeing the floor. The hybrid called Fox Tinkerbell, since she was called "Lassie" by Fox. She figured they had a Disney theme going. Keira eagerly turned towards the door when Aurora walked back inside, trailed by the humans. The male was much bigger inside the house, and both their scents were much stronger due to the fact the hybrid had smelling fifteen times better than the average bloodhound. She watched with piqued curiosity, eyes dancing, consumed in liquid silver; she couldn't help it, it had been almost five days since she last "fed."

"This is Gabe and his twin sister Sam. They've been helping me investigate the disappearances that have going on lately, not just Charlise's but everyone's. I've had a weird feeling it wasn't werewolves for a while so I got Gabe to do some investigation on the human side of things. Anyway, these Cacciatori have threatened him so now we're taking him and Sam in. No questions. If you don't think you can handle yourself around them, try harder. The first one to lay a hand on them answers to me."
Keira shuddered at Aurora's threat, eyes trailing back to the curious humans. She couldn't help but feel slight fear, which was odd. Humans were nothing. Yet, with these new found "Cacciatori" she was starting to believe otherwise. She listened to their heartbeats, placing a slim hand of her own to her chest. No heartbeat resided there. The vampire blood had provided her with that much, at least. She forced herself not to frown, eyelashes fluttering as she peered up at Aurora when she spoke to Fox. Keira did not hide the cocky grin that crossed her lips, glancing at the faerie as if to say, "Ha ha," Yet, what was said next killed her sudden buzz.

"Pup, sit up for a while and wait for Julien and Cassie to get back. When they do, tell Julien if he wants to talk, I'll be in my room. If it takes them more than a few hours, come find me." What the "Pup" really wanted to do was get back to her peaceful sleep. But, she did not reject to Aurora's wishes. You do not bite the hand that feeds you. Her silver gaze roamed over the humans once more, swallowing hard, glancing at the rest of the coven. Moving in with a bunch of werewolves, now this? What else??
Keira snorted gently, shuddering as the familiar tingling sensation started at the tips of her toes, then shot upward. That tingling turned into fire, consuming her spine. Giving a slight whimper she took a step back. In this motion her human form wavered. The dainty, smooth-skinned girl was replaced with a rather large, thick-furred wolf. Her eyes were still silver. With a huff she turned towards the door, plopping down so she could watch it intently, waiting for Julien and Cassie to return. Though, her predatory gaze strayed towards the heartbeats here and there.