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Lydia Hennessy

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"

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


Lydia Hennessy


❝The Basic Facts❞

Name: Lydia Hennessy

Nickname: “You can call me anything you like sugar.”

Gender: ”Is it not obvious with this body of mine?” Female

Age: ”Dear me, it’s rude to ask a lady.”

Sexuality: ”I’m not picky at all.” Pansexual

Race: Vampire

Role: "I'm the sexy one."

❝What I See In The Mirror❞

Eye Color: Azure

Hair Color: Pink

Height: 5’7

Weight: 130 lbs

Skin Tone: Pale

Body Markings: A dark red rose tattoo on her back, below and between her shoulder blades.

Physical Description: ”Take a look sweetie pie. A good long look.”

If one happened to see a flash of pink run by, most likely it was Lydia’s long pink hair. It is an abnormal color, yes, but unique and quite adorable in her opinion. She has not chopped off her hair since the 19th century; the day her heart had been broken. Her hair flows down from her scalp and extends down to her thighs. Of course she trims it frequently; she has not had a major haircut since then. Although many people wonder if she is a true pink head, she has only one answer to those who ask: ”If you check under these clothes, then you could find out.”

From a distance, one could say Lydia’s eyes were blue. Up close, they are not just blue. A mix of bright blue hues that glow and blend together, the closest color to resemble them would be azure. Her eyes are usually bright and clear, though if she is provoked, bad or good, they start to give off a sultry appearance.

Like most vampires, her skin is pale. The pale skin adds onto her doll-like appearance, but she wishes that she could own skin that could tan like humans. Tanned bodies just looked so delicious. If she could pull off that look during the summer months she’d be just irresistible.

Lydia has a body she is quite proud of, one that many women would envy her for. She has a thin waist and well toned arms and legs. Her curves are most definitely present as she boasts a voluptuous figure, making her waist appear even smaller than it already is.

❝Behind The Façade❞

Lydia’s speech tends to be rather formal and resemble that of the older ages. Although she has long been exposed to both the modern culture and language, she finds them unrefined. Her own choice of words she considers more ‘polite’ and adequate. However after living for so long in modern society there are times when she will use modern slang or terms, and most of the time it may sound odd or out of place.

Many are able to hear her humming a quiet tune when she is not talking. She doesn’t like the silence. At times it is peaceful, other times it is irritating. It makes her feel like she is alone.

Lydia licks her lips a lot. Generally it is when she sees a potential lover for the night, she gets anxious to taste them.

    [♥] Flirting
    [♥] Drinking
    [♥] Singing
    [♥] Sex
    [♥] Causing mischief
    [♥] Attention

    [x] Religion
    [x] Being ignored
    [x] Having those she loves taken from her
    [x] Homophobes
    [x] Silence


A Broken Heart – She never wants to experience the feeling of a broken heart ever again. Although she goes through men and women constantly, she is careful to not attach herself to them.

Ugliness – She knows she is beautiful, and would never want to be anything less than beautiful. This meaning she fears receiving scars and things of the like.

Dying – She wants to live. She’s afraid of religious people and those who know her weaknesses.

Losing her Family – They are all she has left.

Being Alone – She doesn’t mean sitting outside in the dark alone, she means having no one there for her.


Vampire Traits – All that cool stuff.

Seduction – Lydia has a talent for seducing people, male and female alike.

H2O Manipulation – Her specialty is ice. Common uses are to make ice cubes for her drink. It’s difficult to use in a battle unless it is winter. Conjuring up water out of the air isn’t impossible, but it isn’t particularly easy for her to conjure large amounts.


‘Purity’ – Oh, the goddamn clergy.

Sunlight – Prefers the dark anyways. Feels uncomfortable in her own skin when exposed to the sun’s rays.

The Coven – Since she is obsessed with them, they too pose as a weakness to her.

Unlike the majority of other vampires, Lydia is a social person. She appears friendly and outgoing when she speaks to others, but she is just social. Yes, there’s a difference. She likes to speak to people, but she is not someone they could consider a ‘friend’. She just likes people telling her that she is pretty. Most of the time she only socializes to find a new partner for the night.

As one could guess, this woman is somewhat of a narcissist; though not to the point where it’s an actual disorder. She absolutely adores herself and wants others to adore her as well. She’s conceited, vain, and has a huge ego, but she isn’t the type of think she is above everyone; she just really likes herself.
In a way, she is selfish. She adores her coven; even if they do not adore her, and doesn’t want anyone break this ‘family’ she finally gained. They are hers, and she would not allow anyone to take them from her. If anything or anyone had the potential to lure a member away from her, she would most definitely find a way to get rid of that threat. So, she can also be considered possessive.

On the positive side, she’s protective of her vampire family and cares about them dearly. She would do anything to keep them; even if that means the methods will make them hate her.

❝My Past and My Present❞

“I don’t need glasses, but you must admit I look sexy with them, don’t I?”

Interest: ”I adore everyone.”

Family: “The coven is my family now.”

Her human family has long passed. The only memory she has of them is the last name she had taken from her father.

Hennessy was born in the Victorian era. She had always been a cute child. One that was adored by her family and relatives, and as she matured, the more prominent her beauty was. Of course after having everyone call her a beauty for her whole life, she accepted that as the truth and became vain. This personality of hers somehow allowed her to become the Queen Bee in each of her schools, and also earned her a lot of hateful people. She paid no heed to them though, always telling herself that they were just jealous. She was not the brightest of kids, but her creativity was well above those who were doing better than her academically. She was able to draw, paint, create art works out of the most dullest and most ordinary of things; just another thing that was added to her list of praises.

As one could guess, she was popular with boys. She loved the attention she received from them, and all the admiration she got from girls. It didn’t matter who was praising her, as long as someone was there to love her. She went through boys and later on, girls. Everyone knew she wasn’t straight, but no one seemed to care. Well, some, but they were insignificant. If she weren’t as popular as she was, she would probably be treated as an outcast due to all the homophobia.

Even as Lydia matured into a woman, she didn’t change the way she handled her relationships. She dated many people, and had many one night stands. Until eventually, she had though she found the ‘one’. This particular man was a few years older than her. He treated her as a child, and never let her advancements get to him. She found it intriguing and wanted to pursue him more. Without the friskiness she normally had with men, the two actually began to learn about each other, and she found pleasure in not sleeping with him. He would praise her, about her personality rather than her beauty, and he had always said he adored her long, silky hair. She started to fall in love with the man. One day, he had asked her to do him a favor. She immediately agreed to do whatever was asked of her. He drove her to a secluded area, where an old, but large, house stood. She asked him where they were. He said it was a surprise. Inside the house, he pushed her into the arms of another man. Apparently, the stranger had asked him to bring her to him, as he wanted a young beauty and would give him riches in return for the favor. She couldn’t believe it. She cried for the man to save her, but he just walked out. The stranger toyed with her, and eventually turned her, wanting to keep her with him forever. It was the most excruciating time of her life. She amazingly survived the transformation, but immediately killed her biter. Then, she set off to kill the one who betrayed her.

After that, she cut off the long hair that he said he had adored so much. Her parents didn’t want her, and threatened to have her killed with a stake. Some parents they were. Lydia wandered for years and years, trying to get over her heart break. Her hair slowly started to grow again, but by the time she was ready to cut it off, she met Ephraim and joined his coven. Finally, she found a place where she felt at home again.

Unfortunately, she has never forgotten what that human had done to her. Sleeping with them was one thing, but she now believes that humans and vampires should never fall in love. It would be a fruitless love anyways. If her coven members started to fall for vampires, she doesn't know just what she might do in order to stop it.

So begins...

Lydia Hennessy's Story

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#, as written by Runika
A sigh escaped her pink lips as steam surrounded her body. Hot showers always felt amazing. Especially after certain activities. Soap bubbles ran down her body as the shower water ran over her. Her fingers combed through her hair, rubbing out the last of the soap. With another sigh, a disappointed one this time, she shut off the flow of water. If she could, she would stand in the shower for hours on end. Unfortunately the result of that would be her walking out with skin that had the texture of prunes; just like that of an old woman. It was definitely not attractive in the least, even for someone as stunning as she. Lydia stepped out of the shower and wrapped a soft towel around herself, then quickly proceeded to drying her long pink hair with the hair dryer. She took great care with her hair, as she always did, gently holding it and smoothing it out as it dried. Once that tedious, but necessary, task was complete, she smiled and proceeded into the bedroom.

Her meal was lying on the bed, passed out and resting. The vampire picked up her clothing off the chair that she originally left them on and began dressing herself with them. Dark denim skinny jeans soon clothed her long legs and her arms were slung through her white button-up. She slipped into her black heels before grabbing her purse and slinging it over her shoulder. She was about to leave the room when she remembered the human knocked out on the mattress. Lydia had not been all that impressed with him. He was filling, and that was all. No special taste, and nothing special about his anatomy or techniques either. The pink head shrugged and walked out the door, shutting it behind her as her heels clicked into the hallway.

It wasn't until she stepped into the elevator did she realize she had forgotten something. She groaned in disbelief as she buttoned up her white shirt, covering the black lace that had been exposed moments earlier. Well, it was alright. No one had seen besides the older man in the suit that was standing next to her. Maybe that's why he was staring.

As she walked out of the motel she tried to remember her destination. Her meal had suggested a store to her earlier that day. He was mentioning places around town to go to, but all she wanted to do at that time was get a taste of him. Now that she was done and full, she had a craving to eat something delightful. She already had her fill of blood, but she was had an urge for human delicacies. It was no wonder than the creatures were overweight with health problems; temptations were practically everywhere! That was the same as placing beautiful people around her that were all saying, Bite me, bite me!

He had mentioned a popular bakery that exceeded standards in the small town. What was the name again?, she asked herself. Delilah's Gourmet was it? That sounded about right. She pulled out her phone, plugged in the name, and called for a cab. Her heels were much too fabulous for walking. Once it arrived at her destination, she thanked the man before stepping into the bakery.

"Oh, how delightful."

The bakery smelled wonderful, and yet there was something else that had such an enticing scent. Lydia decided to ignore it, as she commenced exploring the bakery for something to treat herself to.

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Heavy blackout curtains adorned the windows of Ephraim’s study, a moderately-sized room in an immoderately-sized house. (It needed to be so, to successfully house all of the members of his coven without forcing them into too close a proximity with one another). For all its modesty in size, it rather lacked the same feature as far as furniture was concerned. Every piece in the space was antique, in rich woods and deeply-colored fabrics, but for all that the space was still somewhat… austere. Stern. The art on the walls was all of impeccable quality, but the palettes were limited to greys and blacks and reds and dark hues of other kinds. The desk was clearly expensive, but its lines were clean, neat, and not a trace of mess was to be found anywhere.

Ephraim presently sat at the desk, eyes faintly luminous as dusk approached. He tabbed through several news pages: the New York Times, BBC, CNN, and MSNBC, mostly. Not much was ever new when you were as ancient as he was, but that didn’t excuse not knowing the particulars. If humans were any good at anything, it was finding increasingly-violent ways to main and destroy one another. His species had been much more efficient at it for millennia, and he and his coven had actually honed their abilities to such a level of skill that death wasn’t even necessary to their livelihoods. They were sustainable in a way that humans had not even realized there was a need for.

The vampire’s eyes narrowed, nostrils flaring slightly at a particularly-egregious example of just this fact, and he closed his tabs, stonefaced as usual, shutting the lid of the laptop and standing. The older he got, the less sleep he required, but finding ways to fill his time was becoming more laborious on its own. It would benefit him to go for a run, he decided, if for nothing else than the fact that the exercise made him feel… productive. Indolence was something he despised in himself, though he was surprisingly-willing to tolerate it in others.

Red-carpeted hallways, blanketed with lush Persian rugs, led him back to his wing of the mansion they all occupied, on the outskirts of a small town. River Lake was just big enough to be livable for his group, but small enough not o have a particularly large or vigilant police force, which would allow for their easy, bloodless escape if ever it became necessary. The fine things with which he’d filled this estate were purchased and inherited both, price hardly relevant to someone who’d spent several centuries accumulating wealth by studious investment. Once in his bedchambers, he levitated several items of clothing towards himself: standard wear for this situation, really. Black athletic pants, a fitted, long-sleeved black shirt, and a looser, short-sleeved shirt in dark green. Nothing ostentatious, as the goal was to blend.

Not five minutes later, he was out the door and headed towards town. On most days, he would have run into the nearby forest, both for the increased use of natural obstacles and the fact that he would not have to worry about being seen applying his full speed, but he supposed it could not do harm to become a more familiar sight to the local humans. Ephraim, antisocial as he was, knew well the power rumors could hold, and if the new denizens of the mansion became subject to too much suspicion, their stay here would be shorter than the usual decade. It was about then that people started to notice that none of them ever aged.

He kept at a rapid jog for the five miles into town, and then another two to the center of it, what passed for the local business district around here. By then, dusk was drawing to a close, and night was descending upon the area in full. Ephraim’s was not a poetic soul, and so when he looked at the sky, he saw only precise shades of color, perhaps aesthetically pleasing enough, but in no way did they move him, as they might have moved a poet or a romantic. Frankly, he was quite happy to be neither of these things.

Passing a newspaper stand, he drew to a stop, neither breathing irregularly nor sweating, and picked up the local newsprint. He supposed it would be to his advantage to keep track of local goings-on as well, and certainly happenings in a place as insignificant as River Lake would not appear on his usual reading lists. Making a note to subscribe to the thing, he folded it under his arm and looked about analytically, searching out a place to read that would be conspicuous enough that a few people might notice his existence, but hopefully none would approach.

His backlit eyes alighted on a sign: Delilah’s Gourmet. From the smell of it, it was a bakery of some sort, one of those places focusing on the sugary confections that his brother so adored. Thinking of Virgil soured Ephraim’s mood, and he was going to avoid the place on principle when several other interesting things hit his nose. One, there was a particularly-appealing human scent wafting from inside, which was rare, but not unheard-of. He ignored it, as he’d eaten recently and had no need to partake. More interesting was the fact that Lydia was inside, and she had not been back to the mansion the previous day. He was not a fool, and knew well what she’d been up to. He also didn’t really care, but he had not gathered that this was the kind of place she’d go to find a meal. Granted, shady nightclubs were probably in short supply around here, but the nearest city wasn’t far, and he’d expected her to be there.

With a mental roll of his eyes (he was far too dignified to do anything so droll in actuality), he approached the storefront and decided that a coffee might not be so bad. The door jangled cheerily upon his entrance, and he immediately frowned up at the bell attached to it. Humans. Nevertheless, he proceeded to an open table and took a seat, opening his newspaper and starting, as he always did, with the first page.

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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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Abigail Snow

Entranced by a glass display case filled with delicate pastries, Abigail's concealed delight wilted at the sight of Arya walking past her and towards a table where their coven leader sat. A vibrant flash of pink captured her attention as well. Arya, Lydia, Ephraim: They're all here, well, except Morgan and Virgil. With the knowledge of her coven's presence, Abigail drained her face of any lingering delight, regaining her empty expression once more. Granted, River Lake was a small community, but she hadn't thought the majority of her coven would all assemble in one place, during their free time. Perhaps we're all homing in on the same intriguing scent. The youngest vampire, Abigail deemed it impolite and threatening to steal prey from the much older and experienced vampires, especially the coven leader---Ephraim. Although, in regards to vampires and their behaviors, nothing followed standard etiquette. No one's publiclly labeled the prey as their own, so I might as well take it. She briefly entertained the idea that perhaps the others simply came to enjoy the lovely array of pastries but hastily dismissed such a nonsense. Despite her reserved attitude towards the coven, Abigail didn't hesitate when it came to feeding. Food was food, and she needed it to survive. She always approached and percieved her victims with such blunt logic.

Walking towards the opposite end of the bakery, Abigail sat at a table furthest away from the fellow vampires. Her facade began to crack, however, with the images and titles of delicious sweets. She swallowed, salavating, perhaps from the aroma of spices or the unknown scent that beckoned her initially. Nodding her head in content satisfaction on her order, she immediately raised her hand in the sweet air, as though she were a determined student in school. Her cheeks reddened at the curious stares and muffled whispers of customers around her. Hesitant, she lowered her shaky hand. How am I suppose to get someone's attention? Is there a bell or something? Beneath her emotionless expression, Abigail's mind frantically raced with anxiety.

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Character Portrait: December Rush Character Portrait: Daniel Chase Parker Character Portrait: Cassiel Fenix Character Portrait: Nickolas Mackrish Character Portrait: Abigail Snow Character Portrait: Lydia Hennessy Character Portrait: Ephraim Solomon Character Portrait: Arya
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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 December’s smile and continued on her way of processing orders. It wasn’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 requester’s tastes. She was currently working on an order for a couple who were getting married in two month’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 didn’t care much for them, but even so, she wanted to make sure her clients were satisfied.

“Hm, so this goes here,” 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 employee’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. She’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 Daniel’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 how…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.

“Hi, welcome to Delilah’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?” 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: Nickolas Mackrish Character Portrait: Abigail Snow Character Portrait: Lydia Hennessy Character Portrait: Ephraim Solomon Character Portrait: Arya
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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.

That’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 ‘much too much’. 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 human’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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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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Given that half his coven was suddenly present in what he had judged to be a rather out of the way hole in the wall (albeit one decorated far too… cheerfully for his tastes), he was hardly surprised when Arya sauntered over to his booth, sliding into place across from him like she owned the place. She’d been following him for some time, and he hadn’t bothered to try hiding his location from her: he’d had no reason to do so, and she was an incredibly-skilled tracker who probably would have found him anyway. Why she’d bothered to follow him was another question entirely, but it wasn’t one he was going to bother asking. She wasn’t exactly one for straight answers.

“None of which I am aware,” he replied tonelessly, turning the page of his newspaper without bothering to look up at her. “Is there somewhere else we should be?” Golden eyes flickered across the surface of the newsprint page, taking in the data available at an accelerated rate. More warfare in the Middle East. Africa didn’t even make the headlines anymore. It wasn’t particularly interesting; after a while, all wars started to look the same.

A male voice interrupted his reading, and he glanced up briefly, meeting the eyes of a youthful human, probably in his twenties. Ephraim had taken note of the fact that everyone working at this place seemed to smell unnaturally tasty, but it was something that by now he was quite easily able to ignore. Arya was probably also old enough to manage this, though he had to admit he didn’t know how old she actually was. Lydia and Abigail might have more problems, but as long as they abided by the rules, he didn’t particularly care.

“A regular coffee; black,” Ephraim replied evenly, no trace of any particular feeling in his baritone. He finally looked over at Arya, raising a brow just slightly as if to inquire if she’d be having anything.

From over the waiter’s shoulder and out of the corner of his eye, he noted Abigail’s understated tantrum and frowned nearly imperceptibly. The glares she was shooting the other patrons were bound to draw attention if her minor hissy fit did not, and he had to check his paranoia and remind himself that rude people did not generally inspire the same amount of alarm as people with elongated fangs sticking out of their mouths or what-have-you. So many years of vigilance and a few careless near-misses had made him perhaps a little too fastidious about these things. He was antisocial, but generally stopped short of antagonizing people that didn’t bother him first. Virgil, Arya, and Lydia could blend into humanity like chameleons if they chose, and Morgan was generally inoffensive and apathetic, which was fine. Their youngest member didn’t quite seem to have her disguise fully implemented yet.

For now, he’d ignore it and see what happened.

It occurred to him then that he was rather glad Virgil wasn’t present, for more than the usual reasons. His excessively-gregarious brother would probably be chatting with the staff by now, spinning elaborate backstories for each and every member of his dysfunctional little “family” and drawing far too much attention for Ephraim’s comfort.

Flipping the page of his paper again, Ephraim came to the crossword and produced a pen from somewhere on his person, the movement a bit too slight to track, and clicked the nib into place with his thumb. The first few were simple; after a while, even crossword clues grew repetitive. He didn’t do it for the challenge anymore, obviously, but rather for the effect it had on his mind. It gave him something to do, an effective-enough distraction from his surroundings, though one that allowed him to maintain vigilant attention for any sharp changes in the situation.

His handwriting was sharp, but oddly elegant. Certainly, his scholarly sibling had a neater, more elegant penmanship, but Ephraim’s was still leagues more graceful than what most children were taught in this age. It had the feel of old journals, a scrawl Da Vinci would have written, but in truth it was much older still than that. He’d simply stopped trying to emulate script after the Renaissance, and so that was where it had been stuck ever since.

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”Alright, I shall get that for you right away,” Cassiel replied as she wrote down the woman’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 didn’t want to have to deal with someone so…impatient. Gathering her composure, Cassiel forced a smile and walked up to the woman.

“I am terribly sorry ma’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 you’d rather try something else, I’d be glad to give you another pastry, on the house to make up for the shortcake,” she spoke to the woman, keeping a calm tone as if she were speaking to an elderly adult. She didn’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. “If you’ll excuse me, I will go start on that shortcake. Just find whatever catches your fancy and I will return shortly with your cake,” 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.

“Sorry about that ma’am, but I do hope you enjoy this. This one is on the house as well as an apology,” Cassiel stated, placing the plate down in front of the woman. She didn’t stay for a reply and left to the counter, checking on her employee’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 couldn’t have that now could she?

“Hey 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,” 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. “Hey Dess, I’ll be back,” she began as she rummaged through her wallet, “I need to get sugar and I left Nick in charge. Make sure he doesn’t get in over his head will ya?” 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. She’s been terrified to drive after the accident and has only ever walked to work and back. She didn’t mind so much and began to hum a light tune, enjoying the summer breeze as it passed by.

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“To go, thanks dear.” 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 woman’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 Lydia’s eyes dart back to the girl’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.

“My apologies, I was just thinking that your hair looked so very soft.” 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 girl’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.

“I’ll be heading out now.” 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 wasn’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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On some days, he was certain that this whole coven thing was a joke and he was just babysitting.

It was like they couldn’t help but be dysfunctional. On most occasions, he didn’t even mind it that much. In public and around humans, their little… quirks became incredibly annoying at times. The waiter was on the receiving end of one of Arya’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 didn’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 bit… overboard on the occasion he’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, he’d probably count as a fairly negligent one, at least until the time came to bring the children back in line.


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 wasn’t terribly difficult; he’d had many years to practice and he’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 she’d find. Members of his species were supernaturally beautiful, and that was just a fact. Also a fact was that he’d been rather nice to look at before his changing, at least if the typical course of social events at his parents’ 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.

“Oh, please, think nothing of it. The whole thing was my fault anyway.” He allowed a bit of shame to color that statement, then looked about himself as though noticing their surroundings for the first time. “Forgive me for saying so, but… isn’t it a bit late for a young lady to be walking around by herself? I’d feel much better if you allowed me to escort you to your destination, Miss…?” 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 Virgil’s stock and trade, after all, and as a recent arrival to this town, he was currently rather bereft.

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"White Ivory and reguar black," he repeated habitully, as he finished writing down their orders, not noticing (or caring, it was impossible to tell which) that the woman had glared at him, "I will return with your orders shortly."

As he was about to leave when a beautiful pink-haired woman sat down next to the dark man, making him pause a moment to see if she was going to order something. But then she kissed the man good-bye, who glared back at her for her efforts, making him think that she was either an ex-girlfriend that couldn't let go or an affectionate sister. Again he was about to leave when he felt her hand on his cheek as she said with a sweetly, "Would you like a kiss as well, darling?"

Her sweetness and obvious flirting through him off guard and immediatly had him on edge, flirty girls usually had something up their sleeves when it came to him, either she wanted something from the dark man or shee was trying to prove some useless point like how she could have whoever she wanted at her fingertips in a snap. Without waiting for a reaponse she pulled his face down to her level and kissed his cheek before she disappeared, making him blush bright enough to be visible. "Crazy bitch," Daniel muttered under his breath, as he was finally able to walk away, it wasn't that he thought she was crazy or a bitch, just that he had no idea how else to react.

As he made his way back to the kitchen he passed by his brother who was snickering at his predicament so he smacked him over the head as he walked by. "Shut it Brian, or I'll shut you in the cooler again," he hissed in warning and the snickers immediatly ceased as his brother instead glared at him as he clutched his head.

In the back Daniel quickly brewed the requested tea then poured the coffee. Taking one in each hand he made his way back to the front and presented the two with their drinks. "If there is anything else you need, please feel free to let me know," he informed them as he then made his rounds in his section.

He wrote down orders and filled them, the previous waiter having left by then, letting him take over. When he finished he then went to his brother's table to help him with his homework, taking the seat that was facing his section. He basically watched as Brian tried to work out the problems for himself and when he would get stuck Daniel stepped in and explained it to him, sometimes having to explain it two or three different ways before he got it. It didn't matter to him though, he was paient enough to handle it and he knew that math just wasn't his subject, Brian was more of a music sort of guy. The kid was great on the keyboards and he even wrote all of his band's songs, but the other members weren't so good (though that just might be his biase opinion) and he wondered just how far that they could go.

Occasionally he would get up to mind his tables, clean them offf, take/fill new orders, refill drinks, etc. but he always went back to his brother to help him with his work. After an hour the homework was done and they both got up and headed to the door, on the way there he spotted Dess at the counter. "Would you cover for me for a bit, December? I need a smoke," he explained as he walked out ciggerette already in hand, he always did this after a tutoring session.

Once outside they quickly parted ways, both waving to one another as Brian left on his bike and he himself went a it further down the street to light his cig. Inhaling the toxins he held his breath, letting them settle in his system a bit before blowing them out through his nose, it stung a bit but it was a good sting.

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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.

“My apologies, I was just thinking that your hair looked so very soft.” 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.