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Daniel Warren

I'm no angel, I'm actually a witch.

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a character in “Cherry Blossom's War -Reboot-”, as played by InakoUchiha

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Daniel Warren

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NICKNAME
Danny (tolerates)
Dan the Man (dislikes)
Wordsmith (enjoys)
Danny Boy (tolerates)
Daniel James Cassidy (hates)


AGE | GENDER
18 | Male


SPECIES
Witch (Warlock)


PLACE OF BIRTH
Cherry Blossom, Virginia


SEXUAL ORIENTATION
Homosexual


ABILITY
Spell Casting, yes his dominant ability is Spell Casting. By taking words from any language really, he can create effects on really anything. He can even just simply think the words, but most of his spells mock shows about witches which have him rhyme his words. Daniel's ability in spell casting has been shown to be something of a powerful level, he often calls himself the Wordsmith, due to him being Spell Caster dominant.


MATE
He doesn't know if he has a mate, it's honestly not his top priority right now.



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HEIGHT
5'9"

WEIGHT
134lbs

HAIR
Daniel's hair is what people refer to as a raven's feather. In certain lights, the male's hair can seem brown and chocolaty but it is a black shade. He keeps it cut short, so it is out of his face, and he doesn't have to deal with it getting into his eyes or anything of the sort.

EYES
Have you ever looked at a kaleidoscope, and instantly been flashed with a variety of colors.That is how one would describe Daniel's eyes. His eyes range from blue, to green, to browns, to sometimes grays and blacks. It simply depends on his mood, this is said to be a trait that most witches in his family have, due to their uniqueness among others. Being the only male witch in five hundred years, he knows his eyes are special.

BODY TYPE
Lanky : Runner's Build : Feminine around the hips.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS
Tattoo on his back, center ~ here
Tattoo on his left wrist ~ here
He has freckles splattered all over his shoulders, that are hidden by the tattoos.
He has a small scar on his chest, near his left pectoral, from when he got in a fight with his step-father.


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PERSONALITY
"I prefer the term, timid."

Daniel's personality stems from being the youngest in his family, and being the victim of his elder sibling's pranks the majority of the time. He feels like he should always be watching his own back, due to trust issues stemming from his step-father. He can be quite shy and reserved when meeting new people, or in general, and rarely speaks. When he does he stutters a lot. In spite of his timid and shy personality, Daniel is easy to set off. He's somewhat hotheaded, due to his step-father pushing him around since he turned thirteen years of age, and figured out who and what he was. He will abstain from violence, until pushed to that point.

LIKES
βœ” Music : Daniel enjoys using his voice for things non-magic related. This being his music, as a music teacher at a music school, he loves the instruments, the words. Everything! He enjoys making it, or hearing others make it. He just loves everything about sound.
βœ” Coffee : If you want to win over Daniel's heart, the best way to do that is with coffee. There's something addicting to him about the sweet smell, and bitter taste of black coffee. While he enjoys to drink sweeter coffees in the middle of the day, show up to him with a black coffee and he might marry you on spot.
βœ” Kids : Part of Daniel's day is getting to work with kids of all ages. He loves helping to inspire children, who are so musically talented. He also gets protective over them, and often acts like their mother.

DISLIKES
βœ– Ignorance : One thing that irritates Daniel is bigotry. He hates ignorance, and he hates bullies. Of course this stems into his issues in the past with his step-father. He will honestly fight anyone who thinks bullying is the proper way to handle anything. He hates those who belittle others.
βœ– Lizards : They're just weird. Daniel isn't one to judge, but he HATES lizards or anything crawly. He just doesn't like reptiles, they're fucking gross.
βœ– Liars : Daniel hates liars, after being lied to the majority of his life. Once you lie to him it's over. He can't find himself to attempt to even trust you anymore. You lost him.

FEARS
☠ Losing his coven and grandmother, part of Daniel fears that his coven will become harmed or lost within this pointless war. They are his family, he can't lose them, he won't lose them. His grandmother is his only blood as far as he cares. He won't lose her either.
☠ His magic, he's afraid he might say the wrong thing one day....and consequences will create a horrible outcome.
☠ Bugs, he just hates them. They are nasty, and downright creepy.


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BACKGROUND
Daniel's story begins with his ancestors, and how they survived the Salem Witch Trials and moved to Cherry Blossom, Virginia.

Daniel's ancestor, was a powerful witch named Melinda Warren. She was the youngest of three siblings, and believed in the power three people had in a team, and would often have her sisters help her with her spell-casting. She was feared by some other witches when they lived in Salem, but they let her live as she was pregnant. They did not believe in harming an unborn life, because of it's creator's decisions. So her son, Michael Warren, was born. They hung Melinda in the gallows, after she proudly admitted to being a witch. Before she died, she told the people of Salem that she would have a unique descendant born destined to be great. Then, they would feel foolish to end her life. Her son was moved to a small commoner town in Virginia, and became ignorant to her mother's purpose. And from then the magic began holding itself up, in the blood of the Warren line. This lead to several years of non-witches, until Daniel's grandmother was born. She wasn't a strong witch, but she wasn't weak either. She met Daniel's grandfather and married him at thirteen, then they had given birth. Out of seven kids, none of them had magic. So they kept the secret of magic from them.

Daniel's grandfather and his aunts and uncles died, in an accident leaving Daniel's mother and grandmother alive. They lived their life normally, and Daniel's mother. Piper met her husband, Leon, at age twenty and got married. They had a son first, and decided to wait five years, then giving birth to Daniel. He was born, his grandmother knew he was the one Melinda warned of. She knew he was special, soon after his birth, his father left them. He wasn't in love with Piper anymore, and just left. By the time Daniel was ten, Piper remarried a man named Gabriel. He was a Catholic man, who didn't allow the children to see their grandmother. He bonded more with Daniel's elder brother, due to him being in sports. Daniel was more schoolwork, and musical. His step-father hated him. By thirteen, Daniel knew he was gay, he had been dating a boy for several weeks. His step-father found out, and got in a physical altercation with the thirteen-year old. This lead to Daniel being stabbed, and his step-father being thrown into a wall by telekinetic force.

His powers manifested, and his mother sent him to live with his grandmother. They disowned him, and he changed his name to match his grandmother's. She raised him and helped him in the arts of witchcraft, to find he shared Melinda's dominance for spell casting. While attending his last year in high school, he had graduated earlier than most. Being free, he got a job teaching music, and still lives with his grandmother. Never even wanting to see his family again.



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So begins...

Daniel Warren's Story

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Lilly Smith

The moon was just coming up, you couldn't see it just yet but Lilly could feel it. It wasn't quite a full moon but it was close. She spent all day training, she didn't want to be bothered today. For her it was the anniversary of her brothers never speaking to her kindly again. For other werewolves it was the same, families broken to shreds, friendships shattered. For the vampires it was a semi-glorious day, with the packs on the cusp of war they had opportunities to invade the town. For the humans it was just another day.

Taking a break from her running she sat at the edge of a small creek and watched the fish swim by. She let her mind go blank, something she never does. It was nice to have a few minutes without a care int he world. Lucky fish. You only have to worry about not dying and reproducing With a heavy sigh she stood, whipped off her jean shorts and began running her way pack to the pack house.

Not only was this a sad day but a happy one. She had become Alpha on this day and she worked hard for it. It was a time for grief and celebration. She ran faster, her breathing not affected at all. She wasn't much for celebration but some of the pack members came up with the idea and she didn't want to be a downer. She made it to the pack house and there was music already playing. More people had shown up than she thought, she slowed to a stop and walked the rest of the way to the door. Before she could open it Hanna, an omega, opened the door with a huge smile. "The guest of honor has arrived!" the girl yelled over the music causing everyone to yell in return. She was already regretting this.




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Vivian Greenwood
In her usual spot, at the only diner in town. Anyone who worked there pretty much knew her, knew what she was going to order, and knew when she would come in. They pretty much knew her routine, so much so that that night her order was already at her usual table. She turned to the waitress behind the counter and smiled, "I had to make a darling couple move tables to make room for ya, sweetheart." The woman said in a southern accent. Vivian had known the woman since she arrived in town, she half expected her accent to be gone by now but she grew to enjoy it. She sat the booth and scooted close to the window so she was sitting diagonally and pulled out her book she recently bought from the bookstore.

She opened the book and took out the marker setting it on the table and began reading. She didn't bother touching her food and no one bothered asking her if she still wanted it. She would spend so long reading before she even touched her food. Once she sat there for exactly 4 hours and twenty-five minutes just reading, her food untouched, the waitresses had made a bet to see how long it would take her to even look at the food.




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Julie Sinclair
Julie had slept all day, something she normally does when the sun is out. Some people would just watch tv or movies but Julie doesn't even own a tv. She doesn't like the new technology being born hundreds of years ago. The only thing 'new' that she has is a cellphone but it is the most basic phone, she only got it so she could keep in touch with the others int he coven and some friends and her boss. Tonight she had to work, she was a stripper and she was the clubs most popular dancer besides the youngest girl there because some guys are perverts. Unfortunately, the sun was still up so she would still have to wait in her apartment.

Once the sun was gone she was free to roam the town, this was one of the only bad thing about being a vampire and she hated it. She got dressed and was on her way. Normally on her way to work she dressed in normal clothes jeans and t shirts but tonight she felt a little racy so instead she wore a plain black mini dress and heels. She liked to stir up trouble in town especially with the women who hated her and what she did for a living, it was her daily joy in life besides murdering witches and drinking from humans.

She got to work, late which her boss wasn't happy about but she didn't care. He didn't yell at her like he would have done with the other girl because she was not the type to take his shit plus she was popular so she got a little more leeway. She made her way to the dressing room waving hello to the bartender and a few of her work friends. The club was packed tonight which was nice for her and the girls. She liked when it was packed, about half her customers wanted private dances and that was when she would drink from them. She didn't kill them because that would give her away but some have had to go to the hospital from her drinking a little too much.

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xxx"it was getting late and you asked me to stay
xxxand hold you until we saw the light.
xxxyou shut the door and turn the light off,
xxxand put up your dukes tonight."


Such a beautiful day, Daniel spent time with more children and taught them the joys of music. Normally, he'd have been in a classroom, learning some abstract subject. But due to his early graduation, he left all of that behind. He loved helping others find passion in music just as he did. His mind was in a different place all day, thinking of certain people. He played mainly love songs due to love being in the air, so his students often teased him.

As the day went on, Daniel wound up finding himself in Apollo's Record Music Store, owned by one of his friend's parents. He smiled at the thought, they might have a few new records there. He might pick up a few CD's and head out to the coffee shop nearby, or maybe go bother Ronan if he was working. Maybe Vivian or one of the other members of the coven could help him with his spell casting. Oh yeah, he was a witch. One gifted in spell casting, and rather good at it. He was good with lyrics, so it only made sense with spells he'd be decent. He somewhat needed help, because of the rhyming thing. But he sighed. He walked down the aisles of the record store, and found a few ACDC and Nirvanna records he wanted. He purchased them and then walked along the streets, to find himself at the book store Ronan worked at. Placing the records in his bag he entered the store.

The male witch, walked around until he was really approached by anyone. Bored out of his mind, but wanting something to read.

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Ronan promptly flipped through a home dΓ©cor magazine, as he read the same sentence at least 13 times in a row. He really wasn't feeling work today. It had mainly been quiet throughout the course of the day, give or take the few regulars coming to return books that they had previously bought to trade for others. It was a quiet job, and paid enough for him to sustain a living in this small town until he left for college. It had been a particularly lazy day, and he didn't have any plans other than work. However, he had dressed for any occasion.

He sighed and flipped the magazine shut gazing around the cozy bookstore. As the day went on the number of customers slowly dwindled, so Ronan wasn't surprised to see that he was the only one in the store. He grabbed the magazine, and left his comfy perch from behind the desk meandering back to the small section where the kept the magazines. He flipped through a couple racks before finding the empty spot where the magazine once set. As he set it down he heard the familiar jingle of the bell every time the door to the small door opened. "Just a moment! I'll be right there" He called over his shoulder, as his eyes strayed to the particular messy kids book shelf. It took him a moment to straighten it before he turned the corner to go see who had entered the shop and nearly ran into Daniel, who was quietly observing a book on a shelf. "Holy hell, Daniel. I think my heart just stopped." Ronan said with a slight chuckle as he looked at his friend a grin forming on his face. Ronan always enjoyed when his friends frequented the store to save him from his undying boredom, it was only ever Charles and Daniel, and Vivian. However, there was always a small part of him that got a bit flustered when he was around Daniel.

"What brings you to my humble abode?" He said with a bright smile leaning slightly against the bookshelf gesturing to the shelves.

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xxxlocation: music store - book store
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xxx"it was getting late and you asked me to stay
xxxand hold you until we saw the light.
xxxyou shut the door and turn the light off,
xxxand put up your dukes tonight."


Daniel jumped and turned to see his closest friend, and smiled. "Holy hell, Daniel. I think my heart just stopped." the male spoke. Daniel's eyes drifted towards Ronan's eyes. Warm, homely, beautiful. There were countless adjectives to describe the other male's appearance to Daniel. it was just familiar. He wasn't aware when he fell for his friend. He just knew he did. He blinked as the male spoke in his direction. His voice was truly soothing. "What brings you to my humble abode?"

"Well Alek, I think your heart stopped because I'm so drop dead gorgeous. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after your shift. We could probably go get some pizza or something. Probably get a box, and go back to my place and watch something. Grams doesn't get back till like later."

He would grab his arm, and look towards Ronan. He closed his eye, not out of fear of rejection, but out of boredom. He awaited the answer from Ronan. He thought about how his day had gone. He taught some kids how to play proper chords, one of his students played a song for him. he was happy, the day had gone great. Now to end it, he wanted to hang out with his best friend. Who he could never be with...because he was a witch. He had to keep that secret, at least it wasn't as bad as it is in Charmed.

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Willow groaned as she slowly woke up in her tiny studio apartment. Very glamorous for a pack Alpha. But it keeps her more under the radar than living in a fancy house in a small town like Cherry Blossom. Plus, she was rarely in it other than sleeping or showering, and that's if she slept alone. She rolled over in the plush bed, holding the fleece blanket up to her face as she squinted. She looked at the clock. 6:23pm. Damn, over slept. She always slept during the day. She tended to feel more alive at night. Plus vampires can't be out in the sunlight so she always figured it'd be best if she slept when the sun was out and was awake while those blood suckers were awake.

Will didn't want to get out of bed if she didn't have to. So she grabbed her cellphone and the first thing she did before checking messages or missed calls was see what time sunset was at... 8:47pm. So she could technically go back to sleep but after flipping through her texts she wouldn't. She cursed under breath remembering the unofficial meeting. She groaned as she buried her face in a pillow. Today was the anniversary of everything and she wanted nothing more to stay inside. But she also knew that on this day the others wolves would be slacking and it was up to them to pick up the slack on the vamp slayage.

After laying around lazily in bed for about another 20 minutes, playing stupid games on her phone, Will finally dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. She spent at least a good half and hour in the warm water trying to wake herself up and prepare for another night. If Will was never practical. Even though they were hunting, she still felt the need to hunt for other things as well. That was her style. Will tore through half of her closet before she found an good enough outfit. It probably took her double the time it took to get an outfit, to do her hair and makeup. After all, she never knew who she could run into out and about. Always had to look her best.

Willow headed out of her tiny apartment and down the stairs to where she parked her motorcycle. She pursed her lips contemplating if she should just walk. After all, she wasn't particularly dressed to be straddling a machine. But she also was wearing even less appropriate foot wear. So, she threw a leg over the bike, gave the engine a couple revs and was off.

When she reached Markus' house, Willow parked her bike in the drive way before heading up the porch. She didn't bother knocking because she honestly spent more time in his house than her own. Will smiled towards him as she entered. She took a seat next to him, crossing her legs. "How's my favorite person doing? Ready for some action?" Will then held up her hands teasingly, "Calm down, not that kind of action."

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Lucian spent the majority of his day like he spent every other day, locked in the basement. He sometimes hated how much he was a cliche when it came to vampirism. Whenever there was daylight, he was reading by the fireplace. Surprisingly for his numerous years of life, he still finds new books that he hasn't yet read. Of course, the classic have been all consumed. And Lucian used Twilight as fire tinder before getting through the first chapter.

He glanced down at his watch habitually until it was officially sunset. As if clockwork, he finished that day's read on the dot. Lucian got up and placed the book in it's home on the newest bookshelf added to his own library. His home was basically just a quaint museum filled to the bursting point with books in every language that range back to before he even graced the earth. It was a hobby to keep him going. A vampire's life always seemed to crawl past and also go unbelievably fast in the same breath. But either way it was never easy alone. Sure he had his coven... But that's far from a partner or lover. He didn't even remember what love was and often times he felt like it was a myth much like himself.

With a sigh he decided to shower and shave like he did every day at dusk. After getting dressed, Lucian headed out of his house. With no destination or plan in mind, he slid his hands in the pockets of his trousers and strolled the streets. For such a small town, it always surprised him how Cherry Blossom never seemed to sleep. A suburban New York. It was good for his kind, low key. One of the many reasons he decided to take up residence here every 50 years or so.

It seemed everywhere he walked, Lucian could feel the gazes on him. But he paid them no mind. After all, what could these petty blood bags do to him? Blink in his direction? Pathetic. In the centuries he's been on this hopeless planet, he's realized the growing weakness of the humans. They become more and more accepting. They in turn become scared little mice at rumors instead of acting on them. 300 years ago he would have been lynched, chased out of the village by an angry mob or beheaded and burned. Now all he has to fear is a whisper and stink eye. So terrifying.

Through his mindless walk, he ended up somewhere he happened to regular quite often. The bookstore. Lucian pushed open the door and stepped in. His gaze shifted towards the two, barely men, that were the only occupants in the store. He scanned the store briefly then looked back towards them again. "Anything new since last time I was in?" He walked up to a best sellers aisle. Read it. Read it. Horrible. Tolerable. Not even literature." He scoffed when he saw Twilight and 50 shades of shit on the shelves. "Of substance... Not... Whatever that is." He waved his hand dismissively at the shitty romance novels of the decade.

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"Well Alek, I think your heart stopped because I'm so drop dead gorgeous." Ronan laughed at Daniel's comment giving him a small smirk. "Mhm, you're right. You better be careful about that face of yours Warren, you'll kill someone". This was the normal flirty conversation that Ronan and Daniel had always found themselves having. Charles always teased the two about it but nothing ever happened. It bothered Ronan, but he never really said anything. Before he had developed feelings for Daniel, they were best friends and he didn't want to lose that.

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after your shift. We could probably go get some pizza or something. Probably get a box, and go back to my place and watch something. Grams doesn't get back till like later."

Ronan nodded, that idea seemed lovely. Considering his day had been boring, a chance to get out and do something with Daniel seemed much better than babysitting the books. "Of course! Jane should be here in about ten minutes to take over, if you're up for waiting. I cannot even express how good an obnoxiously greasy slice of Napoli's pizza sounds". Ronan opened his mouth again to ask Daniel about his day when the door bell chimed, again.

The room seemed to drop nearly ten degrees as Ronan turned to face Lucian Tchaikova as he lazily entered the store scanning the shelves. Ronan had never liked the man, there always seemed to be something off about him. However, a customer was a customer.

"Anything new since last time I was in? Of substance... Not... Whatever that is."

Ronan turned back to Daniel giving him a, 'one moment' look and rounded the shelf over to Lucian. "Nothing that you'd like in particular Mr. Tchaikova. We did get Harper Lee's new novel in a couple days ago, I can go get it from the back if you'd like me to. We weren't going to put it on the shelves till next week, but let's just say a favor for a, frequent customer" He flashed a smile he had practiced so many times giving to college scouts when they asked about track, not necessarily fake... just rehearsed.

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Markus growled at her flirtatious and apparently unwanted greeting. Nothing new in Willow’s opinion. It was always hot and cold between them, and there was nothing she enjoyed more than ruffling some feathers… er, fur. Markus knew it was all in good fun and just the way she was. The one thing Will never did, was pretend to be anything other than herself.

β€œTolerant of the latest puppy-sitting, but well enough. You?”

Will chuckled slightly, crossing her legs. β€œI’m itching to get out… Where is everyone? I never get her before the rest of the pack.” She sighed. She then sat upright, resting her elbows on her knees. She leaned closer to markus, speaking in a hushed tone. β€œI smelled new blood today… Not coldies, but wolf.”

Willow was restless moving from sitting up, to leaning back, crossing and uncrossing her legs. Eventually she shot up and looked down at Markus. β€œOk, well I can’t sit around like this. Makes me stir crazy. I’m going to go prowl, maybe hunt down this new blood.”

She always had her phone on her, so it wasn’t like it’d be difficult for anyone else in the pack to find her or sniff her out. Willow headed towards the door, opening it but stopping in the doorway. She rested her right hand against the door frame, glancing over her shoulder at him. β€œOh, come on. You know you’re as tired of being cooped up in here as I am.” She didn’t wait for him to stand up or reply. Markus was his own person, and she wouldn’t force him to go walking around the small and boring town of Cherry Blossom. She figured if he wanted to join, he’d be on her heels in no time.

Will strutted down the sidewalk. The sideways glances from those she passed always made her laugh. She wondered what the rumors were. She had heard on more than one occasion that everyone thought she had a more vampiric β€œair” about her rather than wolf. If anything, she just played it up. Of course, her scent would give it away but it’s easier to get behind enemy lines when you at least look the part.

When she turned the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks. A breeze blew in her direction, sending a scent from someone ahead of her right at her. That was the smell, the new blood. It was a wolf, no doubt. But the scent was unlike others, it was musky but in a delightful and warming sort of way. Her gaze scanned the approaching people as her pace quickened, pushing her way past people. No. No. Hell no. Is that person even human? And then she stopped.

A dozen or so feet ahead of her a male approached, the scent only growing stronger. Everything about him was triggering her primal instincts. His scent, his appearance… It called to her. He was handsome, in a surreal sort of way. His dark hair was curly and unruly, but perfect for his face. His 5 o’clock shadow only seemed to add to his rugged appeal. And as if to make matters worse, he dressed like a bad boy too.

Willow hadn’t noticed she was still moving towards him, until she stopped maybe a foot in front of him. β€œYou…” She pointed her index finger at him, in sort of a dazed trance. After a moment or two, she blinked her eyes rapidly, before brushing her blonde waves from her face. β€œYou’re new… You’re scent… I’ve never smelled anything like it. It’s… intoxicating,” Will sounded blind sided and like an idiot. She cleared her throat, and extended her right hand towards him. β€œI’m Willow… Willow Sanders. But you may call me whatever you’d like.”

***

β€œNothing that you’d like in particular Mr. Tchaikova. We did get Harper Lee’s new novel in a couple days ago, I can go get it from the back if you’d like me to. We weren’t going to put it on the shelves till next week, but let’s just say a favor for a frequent customer.”

Lucian gave a cold chuckle, rolling his eyes at the smile that obviously was not the most sincere. But, whomever gave him a true smile? No one. β€œHarper Lee is overrated. To Kill a Mockingbird is barely a decent piece of literature. Reviews say that this new book is a sad excuse for a sequel.”

He paced around the store, his hands cupped behind his back as he scanned the shelves. Nothing new. Nearly everything he’s read. He stopped before the theology section. Religions always interested him. People’s meanings they put behind the world… Gods, the force or whatever else. They all believed there is meaning behind everything, that everything happened for a reason.

Lucian was about to leave when a book on witchcraft in the 21st century caught his attention. He had heard the rumors of witches in the area. If they were true or not, he did not know. But something like this could potentially prove helpful or interesting.

He grabbed the book and walked over to the counter. He set it down, before reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his platinum credit card. When Lucian’s gaze met Ronan’s, he attempted his best shot at a joking tone. β€œLooks more interesting than Twilight.”

After paying, Lucian headed out of the book store. He wasn’t even down the steps when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He growled. Lucian hated cellphones and most modern technology. It made everyone become so impersonal. When he saw Julie’s name on the screen, he sighed and brought his phone to his ear. β€œPlease tell me you’re not getting in trouble already. The night has barely begun.”