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Cassiel Fenix

"There are those who look at things and ask why...I dream of things that never were and ask why not?"

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a character in “Blood and Pastries”, as played by Sunlight

Description

āCassiel Alexavia Fenix.āž
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āTrust those who seek the truth, but doubt those who say theyā€™ve found it.āž
Lost in Paradise | EvanescenceRunning up that hill | Placebo



ā€The Basic Factsā€



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Name:
Cassiel Alexavia Fenix

Nickname:
Cass | Xavia | Alex | Lexi | Polar Bear [she earned this due to her love of the cold]

Gender:
Female

Age:
25

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Race
Human

Role:
Owner | Waitress



āWhat I See In The Mirrorāž



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Eye Color:
Stone Gray

Hair Color:
Burnt Orange

Height:
5ā€™5

Weight:
130

Skin Tone:
Sun-kissed

Body Markings:
Scar on her left shoulder.

Physical Description:
At first glance, you will notice the burnt colors of orange cascading down Cassielā€™s back in soft waves. Its full length reaches passed her waist and towards her mid-thighs; unnecessarily long some say. It is usually styled a myriad of ways, the most common: a ponytail. It is often questioned if her hair color is natural, or if she dyeā€™s it. Of course, sheā€™ll never give you a straight answer, however; it is most definitely natural. The question is brought upon because of its unusual tone. Mixtures of orange, red and yellow inhabit Cassielā€™s pate giving a mock sunset feeling to it. On very rare occasions, Cassiel will pull her hair back in a half ponytail. Sheā€™ll curl the bottom half and leave pieces of her bangs down to frame her face. Her body is one most women often dream of, however; she does not like her body and often tries to cover it up in loose clothing and other articles she can find. Curvaceous and full, one could compare it to an hour-glass figure. Weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds, most of the weight comes from the lean muscle corded throughout her body. Even though running a bakery leaves little personal time, she still manages to participate in self-defense classes to maintain her physique (even though she hides it from the public).

Have you ever noticed the pebbles trapped beneath the stream of water? Then you would know exactly what color portray Cassielā€™s eyes. Deep, penetrating, and intriguing wrapped up in two little balls of gray surrounded with black. She has large, expressive eyes that are ironically hard to read. They are defined by thinly rounded eyebrows set high. Her skin has been kissed by the sun lightly and has a nice hue to it. She isnā€™t pale in no means and takes pride in her skin. The question of going to tanning saloons is often brought up as some do not believe that her skin is natural. If you ask, she wonā€™t answer leaving it up to your imagination to determine whether or not itā€™s natural or artificial. If you look closely, she has a scar over her left shoulder. It hasnā€™t healed properly and is an ugly scar. She received it during the accident and is a constant reminder of that night. She has a small tattoo of a tribal humming bird located on the inside of her wrist. It was her best friends favorite animal.



āBehind The FaƧadeāž



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Habits:
Chewing her lip is one of the worst habits Cass has. She tends to chew on the inside of her lips when she is in deep thought, nervous, or extremely bored. She also subconsciously does this as well when she zones out. It has gotten to the point where she will occasionally make her bottom lip bleed for extensive biting. It doesnā€™t bleed profusely but it does bleed for at least four minutes straight. Being lost in thought is also a habit she needs to break. Occasionally she will lose focus on what she was doing and begin to concoct different ideas or just tends to daydream a lot. She doesnā€™t do this on purpose, but she blames it on having A.D.D. (which is not true, she just wonā€™t admit it). Another habit she has is a tendency to mumble when she is trying to explain something. She gets carried away with describing things and on more than one occasion has brought up multiple topics when addressing one.

Likes:
The cold, whether itā€™s winter time or not, she enjoys the cold. Much like her dislike for Summer time, Winter time is probably her point of ecstasy. She doesnā€™t understand really why she likes the cold so much; maybe itā€™s because of the accident or perhaps she finds some sort of solace, it isnā€™t exactly clear. Water is also something Cass likes. Not drinking water, but water in general; like a lake or pool. She loves the feeling of it against her skin and could take a shower for hours if she could. Of course, on occasion she can go a bit overboard with water and usually gets wrinkled because of it. Reading on her breaks or when she isnā€™t overwhelmed with work, is something she enjoys thoroughly. Her love of reading has led to her passion with Stephen King books. She has read almost all of the books he has written and by far her favorite would be The Cell (not the movie with Jennifer Lopez). Singing is probably something she enjoys more than water. Of course getting her to sing in public is probably more work than itā€™s worth.

Dislikes:
If there was something in the world that Cassiel disliked, it would be coffee. She hates the taste but ironically loves the smell. She used to make it for her father often and when she was seven, took a sip of the black coffee. She was sick for the next four days because of the strong taste. She tries her best to stay away from it now. Summer oddly enough, she dislikes very much. She doesnā€™t like sweating and the heat during summer time is usually unbearable. Summer time is just something she doesnā€™t look forward to. Overly aggressive people annoy the crap out of her. She doesnā€™t understand why they have to be so hostile and usually she becomes hostile herself. She doesnā€™t appreciate becoming so and tends to stay away from people like that. She doesnā€™t want it rubbing off on her. If anything came second to coffee, it would be Pranksters. She doesnā€™t like being pranked and has (on accident mind you) punched a person in the face for doing so. She gets startled very easily, hence why she doesnā€™t like being pranked. Plus she really doesnā€™t have a good sense of humor and takes things very seriously.

Fears:
Driving is her most, irrational fear she has. She has been scarred by the accident and refuses to drive a car. She walks to work and if she needs something, sheā€™ll usually send one of her employees to go get the products. Failing Delilah is something she desperately fears. She promised Delilah that she would fulfill both of their dreams and even though so far it has succeeded, she is afraid that there might be a point where her business might fail and go under.

Strengths:
There are many perks to being a restaurant owner and one of them is having a keen memory. She can remember faces and numbers about as well as her back hand. Cooking, or rather baking, would have to be a personal strength for herself. After the incident with her parents and Delilah, Cass took it upon herself to bake to make sure that she could run the bakery with her products that were made. Of course over the years sheā€™s had to hire two other bakers to keep up with the orders, but she doesnā€™t mind that. Her love of learning is probably her greatest strength. She is always willing to learn something new and quite frankly, her motto, or rather saying, would be ā€œyou learn something new everyday.ā€

Weaknesses:
Good Food is one of her major weaknesses. Not necessarily expensive food, but anything that is pleasing to her palate. So far her favorite happens to be Chicken and broccoli with steamed rice. She will be your best friend if you make this for her or bring it to her. Horror Movies as odd as it seems, are another weakness of hers. She loves to watch them in her spare time and has no biased to who makes them. She even watches the obviously low-budget with no actual plot horror movie and enjoys it. Loyal to a fault. It would have been a strength if she didnā€™t care so much about her friends. Perhaps itā€™s her loyalty to Delilah, or perhaps she just doesnā€™t want something bad to happen to them, sheā€™ll never know.

Personality:
Sheā€™s a little rough around the edges with a few broken lines here and there. If you take a sand paper to her, you might be able to soften her up a bit and see the person she really is. Despite the rough edges, Cassiel can be quite the character. Running a bakery and working it isnā€™t an easy task for most people and it can be quite stressful. Cassiel makes it her point to be up and friendly to keep from becoming too stressed. She is extremely protective of her employeeā€™s and will make sure that they are satisfied and happy. She doesnā€™t take kindly to those who insult her or her employees and has been known to get quite physical should the situation call for it. She is a girl who can hold her own and has proven it on more than occasion. She doesnā€™t tolerate people who come off rather intimidating and demanding. She has refused service to more than one person, but it was all for good reason. She lacks a sense of humor. If someone were to try and tell a joke, she wouldnā€™t follow them and would be confused. As friendly as she is, Cass has a hard time trusting people. It isnā€™t because she was jaded or anything, sheā€™s never really had any other friends beside her employeeā€™s and Delilah. She trusts them, but anyone else will have a hard time earning her trust. Even with opening the bakery, she is still trying to open up a bit with that.



āMy Past and My Presentāž



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Interest: Vampire eventually.
Family:
- Father: Nazir Fenix ā€“ Probably where Cassiel gets her looks from. He died in a car accident when Cassiel was young.
- Mother: Jona Fenix ā€“ Spunky woman she was. She died in a car accident when Cassiel was young.
- Friend: Delilah Straus - A sweet young girl who was Cassiel's best friend. She died in a car accident when Cassiel was young.
History:
Cassiel was born to Nazir and Jona Fenix in Southern Texas. She grew up mostly a happy child with a few bumps in the road. Her parents decided to move to River Lake when Cassiel was five years old. The first thing Cass did was make an immediate friend. Her name was Delilah. The two were nearly inseparable as children, and as teenagers, were so close some would say that they might have been lovers. This, however, was not the case. Cass was an only child and having Delilah around was like having a sister she never had. One day, Cass and Delilah decided that once they were old enough, they were going to open their own bakery shop. Of course this was just a dream at the moment and both girls took to odd jobs to save money to buy a place. At the age of fourteen years old, both girls had raised a significant amount of money, at least to them it was. This happiness was short lived. On the way home from a night at the movies, Cassiel was involved in an accident with her parents and Delilah. She was the only survivor and this caused some emotional scars that she has not fully recovered from. She was sent to live with her aunt a few blocks down from her old home.

Instead of becoming depressed about her parents and Delilah, Cass decided she would fulfill Delilah and her dream and continued to raise money. Eventually, at the age of eighteen, she was able to raise enough money to put down on a decent sized place and open her bakery. She decided to name it Delilahā€™s Gourmet, after Delilah since it was their joined dream. She, of course had help starting the business out from her aunt who co-signed the lease for her as she was still a bit young to own a building. She didnā€™t know how popular her bakery would become until a year later when a growth in business started. She decided she would hire at least two people to help her run the new orders that would come in. After a few months of doing so, she needed to expand her employeeā€™s and hired fifteen new people. Out of the fifteen, only four were chosen to do over-night production and orders with her as she worked the mid and over-night shifts. This caused strain on Cassiel and she almost sold the bakery to someone who was interested in buying it for a large sum. Her aunt was the one to convince her to keep the bakery and to hire a few more people, or promote some that she had, to a co-manager to help ease the burden of having all the responsibility on her shoulders. Cass agreed and promoted the four employees. After seven years of business, she is enjoying a flourishing business and four new friends whom she is very protective of.

So begins...

Cassiel Fenix's Story

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ā€You are a cancer spreading itā€™s wingsā€¦,ā€

The annoying buzz of an alarm clock stirred Cassiel from her slumber. She reached across the cherry colored nightstand and picked up her phone, affectively pushing the snooze button at the same time. A groan escaped her tired lips as she rolled around and pushed herself off the bed. She made her way to fix herself up and get ready for the night. Oh yes, the night. She was a bit excited to say the least. Why? She didnā€™t exactly know herself but she felt that tonight was going to be rather eventful. She dressed in a plain white shirt covered by a thin blue jacket. She finished it off with a black plaid skirt and a pair of boots before she headed out the door, making sure that there was fresh food and water for her cat, Meeko.

She watched as the sun was beginning to set, painting the sky a beautiful hue of purples and pinks mixed with a few orange ones here and there. She passed a few buildings along the way and noticed a few new plants that hadnā€™t been there before. Mr. Jones must have bought new plants, huh, she thought before the sign of her shop appeared. She smiled as she walked in, immediately greeted by her employees and customers. She made her way through the crowd and made her way to the back to get ready for the night. Working overnight had its perks and its downs, but usually those were really rare. There were a lot of people who enjoyed coming to Delilahā€™s Gourmet.

It was a small business, thriving solely on word of mouth from customers who enjoyed their pastries and service. Cassiel would never have dreamed that in seven years the bakery would have received so much business. During the course of time, sheā€™s made adjustments to the building, making it wider and more accessible to house more customers. Sheā€™s thought about expanding, but itā€™s still a plan in the works. With apron in hand, Cassiel smiled and awaited her four friends to arrive for their shifts.

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Character Portrait: December Rush Character Portrait: Cassiel Fenix Character Portrait: Lydia Hennessy Character Portrait: Ephraim Solomon
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December Rush


It was maybe the ending of the afternoon when December woke up, rolled off her couch, and stood up a bit too fast. A rush of blood pulsed into her head, making her vision hazy, and she tried to steady herself by holding onto the old wooden cabinet. Her head throbbed, and she pinched her eyes tight, wincing from the pressure that filled her brain. Once she had her balance, she found herself trudging over to her apartment's kitchen. It was small, not exactly cute. Light wood detailing, white counters, and white tile. The room was painted a bit of an off-white, whoever designed it wasn't the best with colors. A simple table that matched the wood detail was also there, with two wooden chairs. On the counter top sat a bottle of ibuprofen or tylenol, and a half drunken glass of water. Whatever it was she took another two pills, and swallow them down with the remaining water.

This wasn't abnormal for her, she often got headaches when she woke up, and sometimes randomly through the day. The worst were in the morning though. At least with the medicine she could dull the pain and wait for it to pass. Taking a deep breath, she stretched her arms out forward, and let out a sigh as her hands dropped back down. She sauntered over to the other side of her apartment, her bedroom.

Through there she headed to the bathroom, and turned the hot water on in her shower. She slipped out of her clothes, and stepped into the shower. After about 10 or 15 minutes after she'd finished, she stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself, walking back into her bed room.
It was an organised mess, in short. Clothes lay about, papers and books randomly around. Her bed was one of the things nice and neatly, perfectly made. She didn't know why she hadn't slept on it recently, but she also didn't know why she kept falling asleep on the couch. She rubbed the back of her neck, it was a bit sore was the position she'd been laying in. She searched around for something to wear under her uniform, an apron.

She picked out something not too noticeable, mostly because she didn't like drawing too much attention. A light grey pair of skinny jeans, a black v-neck tshirt, and her light grey hoodie. Slipping those on, she sat down at her desk. On the wall it faced, there hung a mirror. Brushing her hair and blow drying it, she looked at her reflection. She gave a blank stare, and luckily the mirror returned one. She'd seen movies where the mirror wasn't the same, and that would've been pretty creepy.

After getting ready, she grabbed a quick snack and a water bottle, which was good enough for dinner. On her way to the door she slipped on her shoes, and turned off the lights. Her shift at the bakery was going to start in ten minutes, and she lived about three blocks away. The sun wasn't exactly setting yet, but it was pretty close. She exited the building and took a right, walking down the rough side walk. It was broken in some places, and the street was pretty much empty. It was a forgotten part of town, but at least it wasn't a bad part. She'd moved there about two years ago, after college.

The air wasn't necessarily cold, nor hot really. She was comfortable in her jacket, and there wasn't any wind. As she came closer to town, more cars could be seen and heard, and people bustled around, it was around rush hour wasn't it? Being herself, she blended in well. Just another pedestrian, she made her way to the bakery. Once she'd reached the little shop, even outside she could smell the sweet warm goods. She strolled around back, and entered through the back door.

There she took off her jacket and tossed it on the resting bench for the employees. Looking at the clock, she realized she was about three minutes late. Which wasn't a huge deal, but it was always better to be prompt. She quickly threw her apron over her head, and tied the strings on the back as she walked towards the main area. She passed Cassiel on her way, she gave her a small wave, and a quick, almost a half smile. Her eyes always widen, maybe even brighten a bit, when she gives attention to something. December isn't the type of person who naturally smiles, and when she does smile, it's hard to read. She's well aware of her facial expressions, and only smiles when she wants to, or she's truly happy. She knows that a smile can give too much away, so she tends to keep her smiles under wraps.. But at least it was something, and Cassiel probably figured that out about her already.

She casually strolled into the main area of the bakery. She took one of the pads of paper and a pencil to start working. The other waiters were starting to leave, and she stood waiting for her spot to be finished with, not wanting to get in anyone's way. She leaned against the counter, twirling her dark hair with her pencil. Her dull green eyes scanned the room, the regular customers milled about, but two new ones she spotted almost instantly. One gorgeous girl, with long pink hair. Just her presence seemed to attract the eyes of many, mostly men. Which was understandable, the girl looked like some sort of model. The other was a man, who seemed more reserved. She couldn't decide whether he looked dangerous, or just intimidating. Either way, she was intrigued by the two.

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Daniel Chase Parker


It was another crazy day at home. Get up, shower, change into some jeans and t-shirt, pick up Gwen from school, give her a snack as he listens to her endless excited chatter as he goes through her homework. This would last for about an hour before his little brother, Brian would get home and also join in on the conversation to try to avoid doing any chores. Though that never worked and now was no exception and set each of them with a small list of chores before they started their homework.

While they did that he got started on dinner, which for that would be spaghetti and meat sauce. While the spaghetti was boiling and sauce simmering he helped his siblings with their homework, until their mother came home from work. By the time that she arrived dinner was ready and Gwen had finished with her homework, but Brian was still working on his. ā€œBrian, put your homework away so we can eat so I can get ready for work,ā€ he requested.

ā€œBut I need to finish this, and itā€™s all confusing,ā€ Brian complained.

Taking a glance at what he was currently working on Daniel made him an offer, ā€œPut that up for now, you can come with me to work and Iā€™ll help you as much as I can.ā€

His brother conceded and they quickly ate and went to their shared room to get ready, Brian stuffing his school things in his book-bag and Daniel changing into some black slacks, a blue dress-shirt, and black shoes and combing his hair. ā€œMom, Iā€™m off to work and Iā€™m taking Brian with me he should be back home by ten-thirty,ā€ he informed her as he left with his brother in tow.

All four of them lived together in a small two-bedroom apartment, his mother and sister shared a room, and he and his brother shared a room. There was a small living room with a small cream sofa, t.v., a cherry-wood bookshelf and flooring, and burgundy painted walls. The kitchen had black and white tiles, black stove and grey laminate counter tops. In his room the walls were painted black and they had an oak bunk bed, the top belonging to his brother and the bottom one that was neatly made was his. There were a plethora of posters everywhere and even some clothes haphazardly strewn on the floor, needless to say it was Brian who decorated their room, but he didnā€™t care so long as nothing tripped him up. The girlā€™s room though was an odd combination of mature and childish. The walls were a pale pink and had a pink throw rug between two beds, one of which was covered in stuffed animals, the other was plain and neatly made. On the shared dresser were some toys and make-up in a chaotic mix and on the window hung plain white curtains.

They made their way downstairs and unlocked their bikes from the bike-rack before taking off. The trip was made in silence as usual and although it wasnā€™t too long on bike it was more of a hassle to walk than it was worth. When they got there they locked up their bikes and while Brian when through the front Daniel went around to the back to clock in and get an apron.

ā€œHey Cass,ā€ he greeted his boss with a small smile as he prepared a hot tea with honey for his brother. As he was about to head out to the dining area he passed by Nickolas. ā€œGood evening Nickolas, after you clock in do you mind making the list? The clipboard should be hanging next to the cooler, if not ask one of the bakers,ā€ he asked as he made his way out.

ā€œLet me help this guy get caught up with his orders so that he can go home and Iā€™ll be right with you to help you finish your algebra, oaky?ā€ he asked as he placed the drink in front of his brother as he finished getting situated at his usual table.

ā€œNot like I have a choice,ā€ Brian grumbled as he took a sip of his tea.

ā€œYou always have a choice, you can either sit here and wait patiently or you can go home and struggle with your homework by yourself. Now remember, donā€™t piss off the scary lady,ā€ Daniel replied as he walked away, Brian mouthing the last sentence mockingly with him making him pause in his step and look over his shoulder with a warning glare, ā€œI saw that.ā€

He turned and walked away once more, but not before he saw the slight shiver that went through his brother making him smirk as he went to the current waiter for that section to get caught up on what still needed to be done. ā€œYeah, yeah, I know that already, stop treating me like a little kid,ā€ Brian grouched back, trying to regain some of his lost pride much to his amusement which he ignored. After he talked to his other co-worker he was surprised to find that he was already caught up with everything and just needed to take the order of an unfamiliar dark-haired man that just walked in not too long ago.

ā€œGood evening sir, my name is Daniel Parker and I will be your server this evening. May I take your order?ā€ he requested politely as always. He figured that since the guy was reading the newspaper then he must have already read through the menu at the center of the table and decided what he wanted. Although, it did strike him as odd that such a young looking man would be reading the paper, usually it was the older generation. But hey, whatever works for him, it wasnā€™t his place to judge so he pushed back his curiosity and focused on his job.

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Character Portrait: December Rush Character Portrait: Daniel Chase Parker Character Portrait: Cassiel Fenix Character Portrait: Lydia Hennessy Character Portrait: Abigail Snow Character Portrait: Nickolas Mackrish
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Cassiel


Cassiel watched as customers came and went, like a colony of worker ants grabbing the sweets and taking them back to their hives. She greeted December as she came in and noticed the twitch of her mouth, her way of smiling as Cassiel always remembered. She returned Decemberā€™s smile and continued on her way of processing orders. It wasnā€™t an easy job, loading the orders into the computers, making sure all the necessary ingredients were available, and testing each batch to make sure it was suitable to the requesterā€™s tastes. She was currently working on an order for a couple who were getting married in two monthā€™s time. It was to be a strawberry cake with a marbling of red velvet cake and chocolate cake topped with cream cheese frosting. She never understood the meaning behind weddings and didnā€™t care much for them, but even so, she wanted to make sure her clients were satisfied.

ā€œHm, so this goes here,ā€ she began before the jingles of the bell moving signaled customers arriving. She glanced to spot a woman with abnormal pink hair and was quite beautiful to say the least. The stares of the other customers (mainly the males) justified that. She began to browse the bakery and Cassiel left her to the hands of her employeeā€™s. Before she could return her attention back to the order at hand, another man appeared; this one seemed a bit more reserved and uninterested in the pastries at hand. If she had to guess, he seemed more irritated than anything. She watched as he set up in a table and began reading a newspaper. Odd fellow, she thought as she glanced towards the door. She spotted a young woman having some difficulty opening the door, and she was almost inclined to go help her when the black haired woman finally opened it. These were new customers. Sheā€™d never seen them before that was for sure.

Not more than a few seconds later, Nickolas showed up seemingly distraught by something. He stood nervously by the front door and made his way to the back. Cassiel acknowledged him and went back to what she was doing. She heard Danielā€™s voice a few minutes later, and before she could respond, he was in the back asking Nickolas to do some things for him. She chuckled to herself and placed the note tablet down on the counter and made her way around to make herself useful with the inflow of new customers. She spotted the black haired woman (who had trouble opening the door) sitting down at a table to the back and noticed howā€¦frustrated she seemed. She grabbed a small tablet and made her way towards the woman. She hadn't noticed a purple haired woman walk in.

ā€œHi, welcome to Delilahā€™s Gourmet! My name is Cassiel and I will be glad to be your waitress today. Can I get you something? Perhaps start you off with our famous in-house strawberry shortcake?ā€ she asked, smiling all the while.

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Character Portrait: December Rush Character Portrait: Daniel Chase Parker Character Portrait: Cassiel Fenix Character Portrait: Virgil Solomon Character Portrait: Lydia Hennessy Character Portrait: Abigail Snow
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#, as written by Runika
Her attention was caught by another scent, a familiar one this time belonging to one of the Coven. Ephraim was nearby. She wondered if he was going on a run again. Lydia chuckled at the thought. His need to do something was she found cute; just one of the many things that no one else in the world would ever agree with. Her easily amused personality was something that many did not understand. Except maybe Virgil that is. Speaking of the vampire, she hadn't seen him since the day before due to her personal outings. The little bakery was just darling, and she just had to tell him later. She could always contact him using her phone, but there was not any rush. She could still smell Ephraim's scent in the area, and she would have ignored it if she had not realized he was coming closer.

Thatā€™s strange, pastries do not suit Ephraim well at all, she thought to herself.

When she heard the jangling of the door bells, it was confirmed that Ephraim had entered the bakery. How cute, the nonchalant leader sitting in the midst of a colorful confectionery. Well, he obviously was not there to lecture her to give her any news, so she continued browsing the delicious treats. The vampire tried to search for something that was not too sweet. Although she liked them, she did not have a sweet tooth. Just enough sugar would suffice. Anything more and her taste buds would sense it as ā€˜much too muchā€™. For some reason humans just loved to indulge themselves in whatever would kill them; her included. She felt the eyes of men on her, and hid her smile. Lydia prolonged her browsing, just to have the glory of being admired for just a bit longer. After what felt like a long time, she finally settled for a fudge cupcake topped with pink frosting. Of course, she made sure it also had a cherry on top.

Just when she was about to call for some service, another scent had sneaked its way into the bakery. A different one from the first, but it was just as pleasing of an aroma. A conclusion finally came to her. Humans. It had to be a humanā€™s scent. It was not the smell of the fluffy bread or frosting, it was the scent of humans. Strange enough was that it was not one, but two different scents. She had heard of humans with enticing scents, but never had she encountered such scents. How coincidental that she found two in one day. Lydia allowed her head to turn towards the direction that her nose was guiding her. She did not see anyone. It seemed to be coming from the back of the bakery. With a disappointed sigh, her eyes wandered the bakery for the other source. They set upon a woman with long orange hair.

What a beautiful hair color, almost as lovely as mine, she thought as she looked at her.

The woman worked at the bakery, which was obvious with her adornment of an apron. Lydia was trapped between the decision to speak to her, or ignore her scent completely. She had no reason to not speak to her, and was on the verge of stepping towards the woman when the second scent entered the room. The pink head stopped and searched for the source. It was another woman, one with long dark hair. If not for her scent she would have paid her no heed. She was dressed in grey, the drabbest of colors, and to top it off the hoodie hid her figure. Now, why would any woman want to hide that? Well since she was already smelling her, she took her time analyzing the person. Lydia was sure the girl had curves, judging by the way her hips were shaped. Under her top she was probably hiding a nice body shape. What a shame. Although the girl looked plain, if she became Lydia's doll, she could easily become a work of art. Her tongue ran over her lips, the scent of the two were so tempting. Thank goodness she had already eaten.

New scent. Shoot. So many scents were interrupting her thoughts today. This time, it was Abigail. Oh? The young'un was at the bakery as well? Lydia turned around just in time to see the poor young vampire run straight into the glass door. Lydia's hand covered her mouth as she let out an audible chuckle. Oh, the little one was just adorable. She watched Abigail walk in, but then refocused her attention on the delightful aromas.

New scent. Damn it all, she felt like a dog. One that would stop and sniff the air every time it caught whiff of something. This time, it was a boy. He rushed into the bakery and straight to the back. So, that makes three scents in one day. Did working at the bakery give them this scent? Not all the employees had their own strong unique aroma, so she guessed not.

New scent. Okay, this was starting to get annoying. Was her nose malfunctioning? There could not have been this many enticing aromas coming from humans in just one store right? Another boy. Seemingly with a younger brother. The younger brother did not carry the same scent, so it wasn't genetic. River Lake just got interesting. The boy walked over to where Ephraim was seated, seemingly requesting to take his order.

Of course, another scent. It appeared Arya had decided to join in. Their scents were so strong, she didn't blame them. All they were missing was Morgan and dear ol' Virgil.

She would join her coven later, for now she really needed that little snack. Her head turned back to the dark-haired girl in grey clothing. Putting on a sweet smile, Lydia walked towards her, her heels clicking against the floor boards. What a nice scent. If only the girl were actually a doll, she could bring her home to bed and snuggle with her all night. Then again, a doll didn't provide much of a meal. Or fun for that matter, she thought.

"Good evening Miss, could I get that cupcake over there?" She asked, pointing at the pink-frosted cupcake she so dearly craved.

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Abigail quickly spun her head the direction of the cheerful greeting. Initially uninterested with the polite waitress, she flinched at the mention of cake. Her mouth watered. Not only did her suggestion sound delicious, but the scent the waitress emmited was as well. Engrossed in a scheme that involved feeding on both sweets and the waitress, Abigail failed to notice the awkward silence she was creating. A couple of condescending whispers from watchful customers, however, penetrated her concentration. Although embaressed by her impoliteness, she cast a menacing glare to an eavesdropping couple two tables down. A sharp glint shined across her narrowed eyes, silently promising swift, cruel judgment later. Disturbed by the unsettling tension, the couple stared into their coffee, avoiding Abigail's bitter gaze.

She quietly nodded at the waitress' suggestion, leaving their exchange of words one-sided.

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December leaned against the counter, watching more and more begin to file in. Another new looking costumer came it, with dark hair and bright blue-grey looking eyes. She had trouble with door, and seemed frustrated when she sat down. Nickolas came in next, looking at bit bewildered, or maybe he was just paranoid. This wasn't surprising, the boy was a bit jumpy, worrying about everything too much. Daniel came next, and quickly got to work, taking the stern looking man's order. December then felt slightly guilty, mostly because of the fact there were more than a few people here, and she was relaxing. Another female came in, also new.. It was a weird night, but she wasn't exactly complaining. It was somewhat refreshing to see new faces. Deciding she might as well go make herself useful, she was about to go take the angry girl's order, knowing there wouldn't be too much conversation.
It wasn't that she didn't like conversation, she just found that she wasn't the best at making it. Keeping it sometimes even, because she found herself a bit boring to talk to. It didn't matter though, because Cassiel came and walked over to the girl.

She bit her lower lip, and tapped her pen against the counter. So much for that. Again, this was probably better because Dess might've been the worst sales person in the world. She wasn't much for convincing people, and being slightly stubborn herself, she hated to try and sway other's opinions. Mostly she was carefree, but she was mainly against being too extravagant. And at that moment, the definition of the word seemed to be heading in her direction.

Her sweet smile, spread across her pink lips. She could hear the girl's shoes click against the floor.
Randomly, December wondered if they'd scuff the floor.
Her attention going back to the girl, she couldn't help but notice she was giving her a weird look. A mix between being friendly, flirty, and she got this weird feeling the girl looked hungry. She couldn't tell if it was for the food or for her. She was probably being crazy though, Nickolas must've rubbed off on her getting all worried. Either way, there the perfect pink haired barbie doll stood before her, and greeted the much plainer looking, December.

"Good evening Miss, could I get that cupcake over there?" asked the girl, or woman you could say, her curves proved that.
It was a delicately pink frosted cupcake, she should've guessed. Well, at least it wasn't her.

Up closer she could see the woman's eyes clearer, which were a mix of lovely blues. Even compared to the rare green eyes Dess had, they were dull to the lovely blue. She blinked, realizing she was supposed to be helping the barbie.
"Of course." She said, motioning the girl over to the register. December shuffled behind the counter now, and carefully took the cupcake from the glass display area. "For here or to go?" she asked simply, looking her in the eyes.

The girl who had trouble opening the door then approached one of the other staff members, asking where her cake was. Didn't she come in almost eight minutes ago? She wondered, but returned her gaze to the pink one.

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ā€Alright, I shall get that for you right away,ā€ Cassiel replied as she wrote down the womanā€™s order and left to retrieve the pastry. As she did so, she noticed the case was empty and frowned. It was supposed to be filled with the strawberry shortcakes. She sighed and lowered her shoulders. This was not going to bode well with the customer so she needed to make more. First thing was first: apologize to the customer. She quickly made her way back to the black haired girl and noticed she was already up, demanding where her cake was. Cassiel frowned a bit; she didnā€™t want to have to deal with someone soā€¦impatient. Gathering her composure, Cassiel forced a smile and walked up to the woman.

ā€œI am terribly sorry maā€™am, but it seems we are out of our in-house strawberry shortcakes. I can, however, make you one if you so wish. It will take about twenty to thirty minutes to bake. If youā€™d rather try something else, Iā€™d be glad to give you another pastry, on the house to make up for the shortcake,ā€ she spoke to the woman, keeping a calm tone as if she were speaking to an elderly adult. She didnā€™t want things to get out of hand and she would prefer not to cause a scene. Kicking someone out of her bakery was not something Cassiel wanted to do and hated doing. ā€œIf youā€™ll excuse me, I will go start on that shortcake. Just find whatever catches your fancy and I will return shortly with your cake,ā€ she concluded before leaving. She made her way to the kitchen area and began to grab the necessary items to make the shortcake. After a good twenty-five minutes, she proceeded to top of the cake with light cream and strawberries to finish her dish. She let it cool for five more minutes before making her way back out.

ā€œSorry about that maā€™am, but I do hope you enjoy this. This one is on the house as well as an apology,ā€ Cassiel stated, placing the plate down in front of the woman. She didnā€™t stay for a reply and left to the counter, checking on her employeeā€™s to make sure they were doing okay. Harriet had yet to show up and she was growing a bit worried about the girl. She hoped nothing major happened on her way to work. She pushed the thoughts aside and noticed she was running low on sugar. She cursed beneath her breath and pulled off her apron. She pulled her blue jacket back on and headed towards the front, wallet in hand. She passed by Nickolas on her way out and stopped in front of him, noticing his solemn look. Well, she couldnā€™t have that now could she?

ā€œHey Nick, do me a favor will you? Can you watch the bakery for a bit? I need to go get sugar. We are running low and I need to finish the wedding cake,ā€ she stated as she left for the door, not giving him time to respond. He was always good at managing the bakery when she needed to leave. She passed December and gave her a quick glance, noticing she was attending to the pink haired beauty. ā€œHey Dess, Iā€™ll be back,ā€ she began as she rummaged through her wallet, ā€œI need to get sugar and I left Nick in charge. Make sure he doesnā€™t get in over his head will ya?ā€ she stated and finally proceeded throughout the door. The store she usually received her items from was at least a thirty minute walk. Any sane person would have driven, however; Cassiel does not own a car. Sheā€™s been terrified to drive after the accident and has only ever walked to work and back. She didnā€™t mind so much and began to hum a light tune, enjoying the summer breeze as it passed by.

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As Cassiel---the patient and polite waitress---gingerly set the miniature cake on the table, Abigail's twisted face softened into its usual, blank pose. The delicate pastry reflected in her lit eyes. She nodded quietly to the waitress, perhaps apologetically as well, but neither's attention lingered long enough to catch the other's reaction. The usually reserved, silent monster had been tamed. Something itched in the back of Abigail's mind, however. Although she wasn't closely aquainted with the coven and was young, she respected them all enough to mutually cooperate. Her inability to control her temper, which was usually mellowed with distant dettachment from everyone, surprised even her. She entertained all potential explainations, and deemed one the most logically realistic. Thrown into a new environment, Abigail concluded that her vampiristic qualities influenced her behavior. The cause had to be her demanding, vital hunger. After all, being surrounded by countless humans and not being able to quell her increasing hunger would affect any, fairly young vampire.

Her reserved mannerisms completely returned, Abigail proceeded eating her cake with refined grace. The cake temporarily filling the famished void within her, she relaxed, though not compromising her posture. Briefly holding the fork to her lips, Abigail surveyed the bakery more closely. Although she was cursed with such a demanding, sweet tooth, she would never step foot inside the establishment. Lively, vibrant, and cheerful: The bakery's ambience was the exact opposite of her. She felt out of place but pathetically smiled at such self-pity. You're a vampire. You'll always be out of place. Quickly glancing at the rest of the coven, she felt less alone, despite the reality of them all drowning in solitude. I guess we all are...

Before Abigail savored the last bite of the light, fluffy cake, a familiar scent from before spoiled her indulgent moment. She wrinkled her nose, as the scent brashly overwhelmed the strawberry fragrance. Narrowing her eyes, she scanned the bakery. That Cassiel lady doesn't seem to be here anymore, so that stench can't be from her. The culprit must've brushed against her and rubbed that horrendous smell onto her. Losing her appetite, Abigail abandoned the last, sweet morself of cake, though it pained her somewhat. Licking a subtle smear of smooth frosting from her lips, she approached a counter to notify someone in charge of her free order. The closer she came, the more intoxicating the smell became. It wasn't revolting, as in the case of body odor and poor hygiene. Rather, the smell was infused with an overwhelming emotion, like fear or stress. Abigail strained her concentration, resisting the urge to ravenously hunt this person down and strangle some sense into them.

All the wafting tendrils of the scent gathered to a single point---the counter. Keeping as much distance from the counter without drawing any further attention, Abigail firmly planted her feet an arm's length away. Not wanting to unnecessarily inhale the stetch while speaking, she simply waited until the staff at the counter would notice her silent presence. This is it. This is where that smell is coming from.

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ā€Shhā€¦ā€ a honey-smooth tenor soothed, a pale, long-fingered hand reaching up to gently caress the womanā€™s face. His thumb brushed over her cheekbone, the gaze of too-blue eyes almost reverent. From the empathā€™s mind radiated soft waves of peace and contentment, lulling the young woman into a glorious languid torpor. She murmured something low in the back of her throat, almost like a cat purring, and slumped forward against him, muscles slackening beneath the gentle, but oh-so-inexorable press of his mind onto hers.

Virgilā€™s unnaturally-strong arms caught her with surprising tenderness, a throaty chuckle escaping him when she buried her nose onto the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin and hair with a contented sigh. ā€œNow, now, my dear, that preoccupation is decidedlyā€¦ā€ He adjusted his grip, snaking one hand around her waist and slipping the fingers of his other into the hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her head back with great care, as though she were a breakable doll. Leaning forward, he returned the favor, drawing in a slow breath and smiling slyly.

ā€ā€¦mine.ā€ The final word was whispered, breathed into her ear. True to his word, he opened his mouth, his fangs elongating immediately. He sank them into the juncture of her neck and shoulder with great precision, taking care not to sever the jugular vein entirely. His victim gasped sharply, but he reached outward with his mind and eased the pain. She wouldnā€™t even remember this tomorrow, which was really a shame for her, he supposed. She hadnā€™t looked very happy when heā€™d found her; he doubted very much worth noting happened in her life at all. This, while certainly not the most enjoyable experience he could have given her, had to be better than simply floating in some turgid stupor of the everyday.

He fed for less than a minute, all told, licking the wound as he pulled away. Vampiric saliva contained a coagulant, which he would admit proved useful if one wanted oneā€™s prey to survive the experience. Not something he would have ordinarily been concerned with, but alas, Ephraim was so very insistent. Virgil supposed it was worth the trouble to be allowed to continue living without human knowledge, but surely one kill every now and again wouldnā€™t be that bad. They tasted better when it was not merely blood one drained from them, but life. But then Ephraim wouldnā€™t know that, moral, boring creature that he was.

Virgil licked the last remnants of crimson life-essence from his pale lips decadently, smiling to himself as he caught a simply delectable scent on the air. He had no more need of sustenance today, of course, but that was not to stop him from seeking next weekā€™s meal. An aroma like that was simply too enticing an opportunity to pass up.

Straightening the sleeves of his dark blue sweater, he assured that everything about his appearance was properly neat before stepping out of the alleyway. The woman would wake, slightly fatigued and perhaps a bit anemic, in no more than half an hour. He may not be the mostā€¦ conscientious of his fellows, but he was long familiar with these matters, and had the process of exsanguination down to a finely-honed art.

He had no wish to encounter a future meal so close to a past one, however, and so he arranged his path to intersect the new smell several blocks in the distance, doubting very much that whomever it was would pass into such a dark alley anyway. They did not, and so when he rounded a corner to come face-to-face with this unknown human, he did so well clear of any evidence of his previous activities.

The light sound of humming reached his ears first, and though there was nothing particularly special about the melody, he had always quite liked music. Perhaps this encounter would be a smidge more interesting than the last. Thinking quickly, Virgil caused himself to stumble as he rounded the corner, bumping shoulders with the person, sending them spilling unceremoniously to the sidewalk. Much more solid and sturdy than the average human, he need not have moved, but took several unsteady-looking steps backwards for effect. He was a showman for certain, and enjoyed little more than the stage, whether the audience was one or a thousand.

ā€Ah, my apologies! Please, excuse me, I did not mean to-ā€ he cut himself off intentionally, as one might who has realized that he is rambling unnecessarily, and looked down at the person he had just knocked over. A woman, young, with hair of a most startling red-orange. Virgil had always liked long hair, actually, as it was not only aesthetically more pleasing but also offered much more leverage for holding his prey in placeā€¦

Still looking quite contrite and a shade embarrassed, he offered the lady one elegant hand to assist her in standing, half-bowing as he did so. It was an old-fashioned sort of gesture in this day and age, but he was nothing if not courteous. Even to those he fully intended to devour. He smiled disarmingly, no hint of fang remaining. Given the low-light conditions, there was nothing to be done about his eyes, but they were an uncanny silver-blue, which was not nearly so threatening as the red of his brother or Morgan, something that he did not hesitate to use to his advantage.

ā€I hope I have not injured you, fair miss.ā€ True enough, but he had engineered that contact so that she wouldnā€™t fall particularly hard. He did have standards, after all.

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ā€œTo go, thanks dear.ā€ She replied.

Green eyes met her blue ones, and she found herself staring at them. Ah, green eyes. How lovely, she thought. That bit of green gave a bit of colour to her drab outfit. She wouldn't mind staring into those pretty eyes while having another type of fun. Although Lydia wanted to stay and find out more about the intriguing scents, she was one of the youngest, and in being one, she knew that Ephraim was still worried about her self control. Never wanting to give Ephraim a reason to exclude her from the Coven, she took extra care that she abided by the rules. The bakery was just too much of a temptation for now.

What a pity, perhaps I will come by another time to visit.

The woman with orange hair passed behind the one who was attending her, and she relished in her scent as she passed by. Really, these scents were out of this world. She didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it's not like the two were whispering to begin with. So, she goes by Dess? When the dark haired girl in front of her, Dess, turned her head to the side, Lydia licked her lips subtly. The small motion had the womanā€™s neck exposed, and it was just so tempting. The vampire found herself leaning forward, her hand reaching out towards the exposed piece of pale flesh. She could already imagine herself sinking her fangs into the pulsing artery.

Only when the woman turned back to face her did Lydiaā€™s eyes dart back to the girlā€™s green ones. Realizing her blunder, Lydia smiled sweetly, her arm continuing to extend and softly brushed her dark hair behind her ear. Poor girl, she must have been so confused. Well, at least it was someone as beautiful as her rather than a creepy dirty homeless man off the street. In fact, the woman was rather lucky to have someone as stunning as Lydia touch her.

ā€œMy apologies, I was just thinking that your hair looked so very soft.ā€ She said with a chuckle.

Lydia took the cupcake from the woman and left her a ten dollar bill. The remainder was intended for the woman as a tip. The vampire let out a small sigh of relief; she didn't end up devouring the woman.

Now, now Lydia, you mustn't disappoint. She told herself.

She had noticed that Abigail was throwing a bit of a tantrum, but had seemed to calm down once she had received her cake. Strangely, the young one came over to the counter. Lydia looked at her curiously, but shrugged. Whether or not Abigail could handle herself was up to her, but she herself was not going to risk her sanity in this shop of temptations. Lydia turned on her heel, and as she passed by Abigail she leaned in quickly to give a small peck on the girlā€™s cheek; just another act of affection that she knew drove the girl crazy. Without giving the young vampire time to react, Lydia headed straight for the table where Ephraim and Arya were seated.

ā€œIā€™ll be heading out now.ā€ She said to them sweetly.

Really, the goodbye bidding was just an excuse for her next action. The pink haired vampire sneaked her way beside their leader and repeated her same small act of affection on his cheek; which she knew he found just as lovable as Virgil.

It wasnā€™t until she retreated from the little kiss before the scent of the waiter caught her senses. She was so very glad her Coven was here. It pressured her more to not mess up. Taking a quick look at the male she gave him a flirty smile as she stood next to him. He was taller than her, a trait she liked in men. Her hand caressed his cheek and lightly tugged his face lower.

"Would you like a kiss as well, darling?" She said with a sweet voice.

It wasn't a question she was waiting to have answered; she leaned in and placed her soft lips on his cheek - that was all she was going to do in front of Ephraim. He must already be mentally rolling his eyes. Mmm, they all smell so delightful. If only I could taste them. Lydia smiled and patted the boy's cheek.

"Ta ta now." She said before her heels took her out the door. Once outside, she bit into the delicious cupcake, licking the frosting off her lips.

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Cassiel hummed a quiet tune to herself. It was the only thing keeping her focus at the moment as she made her way towards her destination. The silence was deafening and she didnā€™t want to lose what sanity she had left. If she had been paying attention to where she was going, instead of traveling with her eyes closed, she might have noticed a tall stranger heading her way. Of course, she wasnā€™t and she bumped shoulders with said stranger. This caused her to stumble a bit and staggered onto the sidewalk. She let out a sharp gasp as she fell on her bottom.

ā€œSon of a,ā€ she began, grasping her hand in the process. She felt a sharp poke in her finger before she glanced up to see the cause of her stumble. She spotted a hand in her face and some mumbled words she didnā€™t quite catch. It was something along the lines of an apology but she wasnā€™t listening to the words being spoken. She stared at the hand a moment longer before hesitantly offering her own.

ā€œNo, itā€™s quite alright. I just,ā€ she stopped as she brought her hand for closer inspection and noticed a red gem sitting upon her skin. ā€œGreat,ā€ she muttered, bringing her finger to her mouth. ā€œJust a scratch,ā€ she murmured before retracting her hand from her face. She sighed before standing and giving the man a full glance over. He was tall, blonde hair that was shoulder length, and crystalline blue eyes. Or so she thought until closer inspection revealed silver linings throughout his features.

ā€œOh, forgive me,ā€ she suddenly stated as she caught herself staring, ā€œThanks for, um, helping me up,ā€ she finished while dusting herself off. From what; the imaginary dust that lingered on her bottom? It was just a reaction she had and she cleared her throat.

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On some days, he was certain that this whole coven thing was a joke and he was just babysitting.

It was like they couldnā€™t help but be dysfunctional. On most occasions, he didnā€™t even mind it that much. In public and around humans, their littleā€¦ quirks became incredibly annoying at times. The waiter was on the receiving end of one of Aryaā€™s patented yellow glares, though thankfully she remembered to control herself in quite short order. His lips compressed into a slightly-thinner line, but otherwise, he gave no indication of his feelings on the matter. He could have been reacting to what he was reading for all anyone could tell. Short-sighted, that was what it was. They often forgot how to look beyond this moment, beyond their visceral satisfaction and desire. They forgot that while they could level towns without effort, the same could not be said of armies. They forgot that, ultimately, it was hiding in plain sight that would make their lives the easiest, free them the most to pursue those pleasures which they took to be their right.

He did not disagree, but he knew enough to understand that most would. And as romantic as the notion of they against the world might have seemed, the reality would be far different. Born, raised, and educated to statecraft and the management of nations, Ephraim knew this with cold certainty. If they thought him wrong and resented him for it, he did not care, as long as they still obeyed the rules.

Lydia slid into the booth beside him, and Ephraim tensed, remaining perfectly still as her lips brushed his cheek, then shooting her a sideways glare that could peel paint. Yes, because outrageous behavior and making it clear that all of the bizarre newcomers were associated was completely rational. At least she was removing herself from the premises, it seemed.

He was considering doing the same, coffee or no coffee, when the laughter of the patrons nearest the window drew his attention. He didnā€™t move, but he could smell Morgan, and if Ephraim were the type of man that sighed, he would have done so then. He might have gone a bitā€¦ overboard on the occasion heā€™d reprimanded the younger vampire for killing a human, because it seemed that he was scarcely able to speak to him or be in the same room without the obvious smell of fear lingering in the air between them.

Rationally, Morgan did not enter the building, and Ephraim silently thanked him for it. They needed less of this chaos, not more.

Rather than let anything that happened at all affect him, Ephraim simply stowed his pen, turning the next page of the newspaper and continuing to read. If he were, in fact, a babysitter, heā€™d probably count as a fairly negligent one, at least until the time came to bring the children back in line.


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Blood. The scent was incredibly potent, even considering the rather miniscule nature of the amount. Virgil had the immediate urge to lick it off, but of course he restrained himself. It wasnā€™t terribly difficult; heā€™d had many years to practice and heā€™d just fed besides. Her somewhat rough language brought a close-lipped half-smile to his face. It was a bit incongruous coming from someone whose aesthetic was the very picture of demure innocence, but if there was one thing he could appreciate about humans, it was that they could sometimes still manage to do the unexpected.

Her hand slipped into his proffered one, and he graciously lifted her to her feet. He was contemplating the wisdom of brushing his lips over her knuckles in an outdated chivalric gesture that some people still appreciated, but decided against it. There was such a thing as laying the charm on too thick, and he had no desire to be nauseating, after all.

Instead, he released her hand gently, aware of her scrutiny but unconcerned by it. He knew what sheā€™d find. Members of his species were supernaturally beautiful, and that was just a fact. Also a fact was that heā€™d been rather nice to look at before his changing, at least if the typical course of social events at his parentsā€™ home was anything to go by (and it was; false modesty had never appealed to him).

He could sense a burgeoning feeling of awkwardness and considered simply banishing it with his mind, lulling her into a false sense of security, but he decided against it. It might be fun to see what kind of rapport he could establish with no use of his abilities whatsoever; it was occasionally entertaining for him to do so. Besides, he was curious as to what was so special about this little dear that made her smell like that.

ā€œOh, please, think nothing of it. The whole thing was my fault anyway.ā€ He allowed a bit of shame to color that statement, then looked about himself as though noticing their surroundings for the first time. ā€œForgive me for saying so, butā€¦ isnā€™t it a bit late for a young lady to be walking around by herself? Iā€™d feel much better if you allowed me to escort you to your destination, Missā€¦?ā€ he offered kindly, flashing a smile and folding his hands behind his back. His very demeanor was about as nonthreatening as it was possible for a man of his height and build to be, and he stood with his head tilted innocently to one side, patiently awaiting an answer.

Privately, he thought she might even convince him to carry something, if the price was more information about her. Information was Virgilā€™s stock and trade, after all, and as a recent arrival to this town, he was currently rather bereft.

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Nickolas kept thinking of the embarrassment and shame he felt having someone else do the list. He was content until he saw a girl with red hair step in front of him, it was Cassie. "O-Of course I can." he said while she was leaving then let out a sigh as he made his way to the counter. He looked around and made sure nothing was amis in the bakery.

He watched the strange group of people in the cafe wondering why the males would be in a place like this. He loved it but than again most people thought he was weird, and he was considering he hated loud noises and was as shy as he was with his build. He guessed it had to do with the beautiful women they were with. He sighed wondering how far he would go for love as he checked the display case to make
sure there weren't any missing spots.

He then looked up seeing a girl by the counter. She was quite pretty but he sensed a strange presense about the girl as he looked at her eyes. "Y-yes ma'am may I help you?" He asked trying ton conjure up enough courage to at least look brave.
(Sorry I'm currently writing on my phone so excuse the short post/grammar)

(P.S sorry if I missed someone in the tags)

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Abigail's nose twitched. The scent had intensified. The waiter's words were heavily laced with anxiety. Briefly surveying him, she concluded that his lack of presence and confidence only magnified his inferiority. Abigail entertained the idea of hungrily feeding on him, her body savagely hunched over his paling, motionless body, draining every crimson drop of life from him as his pupils contracted. She could eradicate such a meek existence, silently dragging him into an eternal slumber of darkness, and no one would notice. Unlike other vampires who enjoyed the rush and exhilaration of brutally tearing through their prey, Abigail fed with indifference. She neither cared nor relished for her victims. Humans were simply a source of vital nutrients to sustain her existence. Although comprising her quiet, reserved nature was displeasing, the rewards of giving into her ravenous state seemed most favorable. The youthful waiter could supply her with enough fresh blood to relieve her appetite for several days, perhaps a couple weeks. However, as a member of the coven, such violation of Ephraim's standard rules would ultimately lead to unforgiving consequences. The young vampire shuddered at the thought.

Such calculations remained unknown to the potential prey standing before Abigail, her cold, grey-tinted eyes deceiving all. Opening her mouth to speak, Abigail's mouth remained agape, as Lydia---a fellow vampire---pecked her cheek with a kiss. Fuming with baffled frustration, she remained frozen in place, her reeling mind still registering what exactly had happened. Abigail's flustered face blushed further, as she turned her attention back to the waiter behind the counter, realizing he had witnessed such an event. Recollecting her placid demeanor, Abigail finally replied to him, internally promising Lydia well-deserved vengeance.

"My waitress, Cassiel, claimed my order is free of charge," she informed him, glancing at the name tag pinned to his uniform. Without any further exchange of words, Abigail spun on her heels and curtly exited the bakery, locks of sheen, black hair cascading down her back.

The glass doors closing behind her, Abigail inhaled a deep breath of refreshing, night air. She noticed the familiar waitress conversing with Virgil---another vampire of the coven---though heeding nothing of it. As she calmly strolled down the sidewalk and past rows of humble shops and restaurants, her mind itched with uncertainty. Such a horrid stench of weakness, surely she hadn't missed it, right? Clearly the smell bothered her enough to provoke an abandonment of her usual quiet behavior. She tried to appreciate her freedom from it but couldn't clear her mind. How could something be so disgusting and tempting? Irritated by her waste of energy into such persistent thoughts, Abigail decided to roam the shopping district for awhile and distract herself with a prey to satisfy her hunger.

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December was about to say the price when Cassiel called her, asking her to watch over Nickolas, watching over the bakery. She agreed to doing it, and Cassiel left. Turning back to the barbie she found the girls hand coming closer to her face. Extremely confused, but not really showing it, she just stood there as the woman swept a piece of her behind her ear. Though she didn't complain then, she hated the feeling of that in general. She continued to stare at the pink one, wondering if she was slightly insane or something.

ā€œMy apologies, I was just thinking that your hair looked so very soft.ā€ she said, laughing a bit.

Dess replied with a subtle 'yeah' or 'okay' it was too quiet to be heard or cared for, and she didn't seem to notice. Leaving a ten dollar bill on the counter, she walked over to the other table of newcomers. So they all know eachother.. she thought. Sort of weird. She observed them, trying not to stare, as the girl kissed the dark one's cheek. Well she never would've expected that couple if they were one. But his facial expression towards her led Dess to believe that they weren't together like that. Next she kissed Daniel on the cheek, which almost made her laugh. That's when the woman left.

She decided to get a rag and wipe of the counters, which she was about to start doing when Daniel approached her.
"Would you cover for me for a bit, December? I need a smoke,"
She nodded, and he went outside. Instead of taking her time like she'd planned, she swiftly wiped the counter and took a pad of paper to write down orders in case anyone else wanted to get something. It seemed Daniel's tables were all satisfied, and would only need the check if anything. She kept her attention on the bakery, having to watch Cassiel's, Nickolas's, and Daniel's shifts. Hopefully Nickolas would be able to take care of himself.

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ā€ Forgive me for saying so, butā€¦ isnā€™t it a bit late for a young lady to be walking around by herself? Iā€™d feel much better if you allowed me to escort you to your destination, Missā€¦? the man spoke, causing Cassiel to chuckle a bit. She returned the smile and offered her name.

ā€œMy name is Cassiel, and while it might be a bit late, I have no worries about this town. I grew up here and, while I canā€™t say I know everyone, I know most of the people here. I would, however, enjoy the company if youā€™d like to accompany me,ā€ she replied. In truth, she needed someone to help her carry the sugar packs back. Sheā€™d forgotten how heavy they could be and at most she could carry two at a time. But to have to make two trips, that would be most of her shift back at the bakery. She would have asked Daniel or Nickolas to come along, but of course she wasnā€™t thinking at the time. She needed sugar. This man seemed nice enough, but there was something off about him. She couldnā€™t tell exactly what, but she knew there was something amiss. She wasnā€™t going to judge, but she would keep an eye out if he agreed to accompany her just a few more blocks down.

ā€œWould it be rude of me to ask your name?ā€ she asked. She would feel a lot more comfortable with someoneā€™s name instead of evading it. She didnā€™t want to have to say ā€˜Hey you, can you do this,ā€™ or something along those lines.

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Ephraim accepted the coffee with a curt nod, sipping some and deeming it more than acceptable, considering their present location. It was not, of course, the kind heā€™d had back in Rome, but much better than what you found in most American towns of this size.

The bell jingled again, signaling the arrival of yet another coven member, though as usual, the smell preceded the sight. Marius was perhaps the person Ephraim found it easiest to get along with, mostly for his obvious intelligence and tendency not to say annoying and unnecessary things. He did not acknowledge his presence, however, as things would really start looking suspicious if they added yet more people to the mysterious group of newcomers who all seemed to know each other.

It was still a little crowded for his tastes, besides, and he finished his coffee and newspaper rather more quickly than he would have ordinarily preferred. Just as he was about to signal his waiter for the check, the man walked out, presumably for a break or whatever else they did. A short while later, faint traces of cigarette smoke reached him. A habit Morgan shared, he knew, though why the idle thought came to him was not something he bothered to dwell upon.

Without the same person to flag down, Ephraim decided he might as well approach the counter. ā€œIā€™m headed out,ā€ he told Arya, more out of sheer habit than any desire to be polite or informative. Generally, he kept his words to what needed to be said, but at some point in the long-distant past, heā€™d had manners and known how to use them. That time was very far away now, but it surfaced every once in a while with the members of his little family.

The counter area was presently staffed by a young woman, apparently one of the reasons the place smelled so nice. She was dark of hair and green of eye, swathed in loose clothing. These were not things he noted out of interest, but simply from reflex. Forgetting a face, a walk, a tone of voice; these were things that Ephraim did not often do. Heā€™d needed that skill once, too.

ā€œI had a black coffee,ā€ he told her, aureate irises meeting emerald for just long enough to suffice. He handed over the cost of the cup and a rather generous tip. ā€œSplit it with the waiter if you like.ā€ He didnā€™t understand how people lived on the wage being in such a profession gave, and though he was not kind, he always tipped perhaps more than he should. This, heā€™d always justified, was so that he could blend in, and if he was to draw attention, it would be the kind that cast the opposite of suspicion upon his coven. That was the important thing, above all else.



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Cassiel.

It was an interesting sort of name, Virgil mused. It had one of those endings that one heard on the names of biblical angels: Gabriel, Uriel, Michael, Raphael, if he were to tease his brother about it. And yet there was something about it that also sounded rather unforgivingly modern. Was there something to that, perhaps? Had her parents intended to convey that for all its syllables whispered of white feathers and golden lights and castles in the sky, there would be no fairy-tales and no rescuing of damsels to be had here? If so, it seemed quite the adroit sentiment, either that or sheā€™d grown into it with time.

Whichever way it had happened, she seemed quite unconcerned with the danger of being out and about at night, perhaps a thought he would have agreed with, were he not one of those very dangers that lurked always in less-savory places. Clearly, she did not know of him. Nevertheless, he nodded politely, prepared to depart for the moment, when she continued. That brought a smile to his face, rather genuine this time. He may not think much of humans, but there was something to be said for the company of the aesthetically pleasing.

There was certainly no denying that she was that. Heā€™d never come across such a hair color before, and considering his lifespan, that was saying something. Beauty in its conventional forms tended to grow dull after a time, and the prospect of something new was always of interest to Virgil.

ā€œIā€™d be honored,ā€ he replied humbly, falling into step next to her. ā€œAnd it be not rude in smallest measure. Virgil is my more official appellation, though of course those as lovely as yourself are free to shorten or alter it as they choose.ā€ The comment was too matter-of-fact to really appear to be a come-on, as though he were remarking about the weather rather than anything more complicated to discern. ā€œMay I inquire as to our destination?ā€