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Neden Isimir

"Cause I could touch a hundred thousand souls, but none of them would ever feel like home."

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a character in “greythorne”, as played by Wolf's Bane109

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"The world is so cold, now that you've gone away."

Gone Away -Five Finger Death Punch
Heaven -Pvris
Lips -The xx
Anyone Else -Pvris
All the King's Men-The Rigs
Death Stranding -Chvches
Runaway-Hayley Kyoko
How To Be A Heart Breaker-Marina & The Diamonds



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F U L LXN A M E
Neden Valkarie Toruun Orion Isimir

N I C K N A M E (S)
Doesn't really have any | Goes by whatever people call them

B I R T H D A Y
Unknown | Claims it's March 15th | Pisces

A G E
Exact age is unknown | Appears to be 26 | Somewhere around two thousand in human years

R O L E
Fallen/Cast-down Angel

S E X U A L I T Y & G E N D E R
Homosexual | None-Binary | They/Them/She/Her

E T H N I C I T Y
Considered "Caucian" | Angel Blood

H O M E T O W N
Unknown | Claims to be from Salem, MA

H E X
#4f5154



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S T Y L E
Neden wears whatever feels more comfortable for them that day, anything from a t-shirt and skinny jeans and boots, to wearing an oversized hoodie and sweat pants. Their sense of style isn't anything of note, except that it fits them and demonstrates how exactly neutral they are in every aspect. Their preferred go-to outfits are anything that is a t-shirt and jeans, to button up short sleeves with jackets and boots. Preferably leather jackets and skinny jeans are a must in their casual attire while wearing things that help increase their androgynous appearance, such as blazers and baggy shirts, as well as flannels.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5' 7" | 115lbs | Fairly fit

A P P E A R A N C E
Neden has been reported as being considered handsomely beautiful by most, and elegantly androgynous by others. They have a pale complexion that can hold the slightest bit of a tan before wanting to get sunburned, which is brought out even further by their natural platinum blonde hair with natural dark roots that is distinct to them alone. From their dark eyes against their pale skin, they are anything but ordinary. Essentially a walking enigma that is hard to figure out upon first meeting them. They are tall and slim, but not to say they aren't fit, as they are anything but defenseless. From their natural musculature to their outstanding physicality, they are one that no one would want to meet on the battlefield, or even dare say a back alley in the middle of the late hours of the night.

They keep the sides of their head shaven and eyebrows neatly trimmed with a notch in their left brow, mainly as hair never grows due to being sliced with silver years ago. Attaining a small and rather prominent scar if one looks closely. Along with that are a nose piercing on the left side of a single fake silver hoop, and very small gauges in both of their ear lobes. But they are rarely seen as they tend to have their hair down if they aren't busy in a workout or training.

As for any oddities and scarring, they have plenty and aren't ashamed of it. Scars and markings tell of one's journey through life without having to say a single word, and Neden is fully aware of that fact. They have a multitude of tattoos that cover their body, and then some. All of their tattoos give off a rather stylistic and almost gothic style, and that is precisely what they go for. They exude confidence and self-assurance in every aspect, even to go a little far as to even consider it a superiority complex and even arrogant at times. Whatever the cause, they have no shame in flaunting their body or even undressing in front of others as they aren't exactly sure why so many people are flustered by the human body.

Their true defining features, or well, scarring is on their back. From what one can garner, they house two very large scars that run along their shoulders and down to the small of their back. Once one knows of what they are, it makes sense. A being that was once an angel, who's wings were brutally torn out would indeed be ashamed. But not Neden. They hold pride in their scars and will gladly explain the story behind it. The only problem is, the fact that the scars still bring pain when touched, but normally there is just a slight numbness to their back, something they had gotten used of living with as long as they have.



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L I K E S
| Music, Neden was always a fan of it especially when they came to earth. They learned how to play several mortal instruments and is rather talented with what they have learned // Singing, before their fall from grace, Neden was one of the best and after their fall they took on singing for a hobby, proving to still be good at it they took up singing as a street entertainer for a rather long time, finding it rather fun at times | Playing guitar (both acoustic and electric), drums, bass, violin, cello, flute, and piano, they've had a love for those instruments even far before they were cast from Heaven | Folk tales, they love hearing what the mortals thought of other beings and creatures, and find it nothing but silly, but also charming what humans came up with over their course of existence | Animals, something about their innocence and endless affection and love for people causes them to have a soft spot for them, especially abandoned animals | Romance, it doesn't matter, every aspect from kissing and holding hands to the more intimate things like sex and cuddling, as long as it means something and not just a one night stand or hookup, Neden is all for it and isn't very shy about it either | Flirting, they are a massive flirt and will flirt with just about any pretty face that they lay their eyes on. While they don't hide their attraction to anyone, they do it usually out of a reaction for who they're flirting with, but also as a way of meeting new people and just have a good time | Learning new things, while Neden has been on earth for all too long, being able to know more fascinates them and they are constantly seeking out knowledge | The smell of cinnamon, peppermint, lavender, and fresh parchment. Something about those scents brings a sense of calmness and peace to them | Sweets and baked goods, anything from candy to cakes and muffins is an immediate way to win them over and are sure to share their food with others | Small gestures of kindness and decent human behavior, anything from a compliment, opening/holding a door for them, to showing someone cares is an easy way to win their favoritism and loyalty as they will return it ten times fold | Movies, anything from horror movies to romance movies can garner their attention and will possibly obsess over it for far too long | Rock climbing, spelunking, and all-around extreme sports are something they love and are often seen doing | Cooking, Neden adores being in the kitchen and since they have had time to travel the world and learn new recipes, they are a rather good cook and always try to find someone to cook for | Tattoos, whether their own tattoos, or someone else's, they find tattoos and body art fascinating and rather attractive to an extent | Combat/Sword-fighting, they were one of the best warriors Heaven had ever seen, and as such it isn't surprising that their skill in combat is something to not only be feared but admired as well | Jokes and good humor, Neden has a very interesting form of humor and enjoys making others laugh and will usually throw in a corny joke whenever they get the chance to |

D I S L I K E S
The sound of loud chewing, something about it causes their skin to crawl and grosses them out | Loud or sudden noises, especially if the cause is unknown | the smell of something burning, especially toast and coffee | The smell of alcohol and cigarettes, they can't stand the smell or how anyone can damage their body in that manner | Having a guitar string break while playing, nothing angers them more than a busted cord | Bigotry of any kind, even if it's a joke, they don't find it funny and will get loud over it in a split second and stand up for whoever is being bothered/harrassed | Being asked what they are, as in what species as no human is really allowed in Greythorne, for the most part, | They like almost all music, except for country, they don't get how anyone can like that kind of music | Attention seekers and liars, as they can read people's minds they know the true motive behind it and are bothered by it | Senseless killing, that part of them hasn't changed and never will. They've always stood up for the small person and always will |


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P E R S O N A
Contrary to their first impression that they give off, and their rather rough-looking exterior, Neden is quite the opposite of how they may seem once someone gets to know them. While they can be rather reserved and is typically a better listener than a talker, they make for an interesting companion to say the very least. If they aren't busy in their own little world in their head, then they are easily, in one word, cocky. They may not come across as such when making first impressions, as they tend to be rather guarded and reserved. But once someone manages to wiggle in and get to know them, they then understand why they typically keep their circles of friends small. They are very easily in simplest terms, annoying at times and overtly arrogant for the most part. Not to say they are heartless or big-headed, but they know what they want and what they're good at, and they make that fact know.

Once someone can look past the rough, tattoo-covered exterior, they can see that Neden is an incredibly kind, caring, outgoing, and loving individual who, that once given the chance could prove to be one of your best friends if given the chance. They can be rather possessive and clingy, once getting close to someone that is, but for the most part they are happy to be by themselves. When they are out in a crowd of people that they are comfortable with, they hold nothing back and tend to be one of the biggest flirts in the group. Having no shame with physical contact or making it obvious if they like someone or not. If they like you, it's rather obvious, and if they dislike you, it's even more so. They aren't the best at hiding how they feel, and their face often portrays their emotions. Whether they are happy or angry, enjoying someone's company, or are completely disgusted with someone's existence, their expression says it all. And they aren't ashamed of being such an open book. They learned the hard way that pretending like everything is okay was harder than accepting that certain thing in life would happen regardless and grew to accept it.

Essentially, if Neden doesn't like someone, they're all too overt with it and aren't afraid to say it to someone's face, and if they like someone, they make it even more evident. From either constant physical contact, poking fun at them, possibly flirting if they're more interested in that aspect, or simply giving gifts or doing small favors. Essentially, they have more than enough manners and don't shy away from it. If they see someone in need, they will gladly help them without hesitation. If it be simply holding a door open for someone, or helping lift something or carrying a heavy object, they are all but happy to help someone. They've never gone out of their way to show that they dislike someone, as even then if the one they dislike needs help, they will help. Whether that is the former angel in them or not, that remains to be seen. But over the inhuman amount of time Neden has spent on earth, they've learned one thing, what's the point in making someone else's life shitty with the world being already so cruel and hopeless? If they can make someone else's day better by the simplest act of kindness, then that is all that matters to them. They love people and will do anything for them, especially those that they are fond over and will go to no ends to make sure their friends and loved ones are happy and taken care of.

When it comes to relationships, there is something surprising that people notice. While they are generally a massive flirt and have no shame of making their feelings known, it's when they come to care for someone when someone truly care for. When they are serious about someone and their feelings for them, they focus solely on them and have no one else in view. Making that person the most important thing in their life and will do whatever they can in their power to make them happy and safe. Often being considered overbearing and too smothering at times, they have tried in recent years to tone it down and do their best of making sure they aren't so overprotective of those that they care for, romantically or not. They know how fleeting mortal life is and will do whatever they can to make their short life the best it can be.


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H I S T O R I A
Angels. The very beings made by God Himself meant to be the perfect example of all of his creations. The beings made in the purest form and were the epitome of both handsome and elegantly beautiful in one as Angels never had a specific gender or sex. However they felt is what made them themself, and no one could judge them for it. The beings made to serve him and watch over the mortals that he too created or defend Heaven from any and all insurgences, when he was too busy with other affairs. Neden doesn't remember exactly when, but they remembered that one minute they didn't exist, and then the next they did. It was a simple thing really, beings made or born (which was a rare circumstance) solely for the purpose of servitude and protection whether to the mortal realm below or protecting Heaven itself. Wherever you fell into the ranks, is where you would reside until the end of time itself or until God saw more in them. Which is where Neden came into existence. Originally named Orion after the Constellation of stars, they were made to serve God himself, and do his bidding. Mainly as a soldier in his Angelic army. Neden showed that they were a perfect fit, as knowing how to form nearly perfect battle scenarios and ways of making stronger strongholds and where certain angels should be and where others could avoid. It was until even God himself realized that Orion was more useful down on Earth as a Guardian Angel for humans and mortals over being in Heaven. As well as a way to test their loyalty to him.

It started out simple enough, watching over the humans that needed protection, and those that needed it more than others. Such as children or those that were going to die soon, who Orion would then move onto the next as the Angel of Death took their place. Their existence was what others would consider mundane and simple grunt work, while others were either servants back in Heaven, or soldiers who protected the realm from the Others. It was then that Orion's life or well, existence would change.

One of the people they were sent to look after was a young, kind and caring woman. The girl had lost everything and was going to end her life as she had no point in existing, no family, no friends, no nothing. Just an empty and hollow husk of her former self. Orion watched as the woman went to complete her self made task, but before the woman could, Orion found them reaching out and...grabbing onto the woman's shoulder, telling them not to do it, that there was more to life and that there was a plan for them. What Orion hadn't anticipated, was the response. The woman turned around and could see Orion, who was normally unseen by humans, but because her life was on the verge of ending, she could see things no one else could normally. Orion had formed an attachment to the human as time went on, observing her from afar and close as they began to spend time together, conversing, explaining that Angels and Heaven were real, and Orion was Elizabeth's (the woman Orion had saved) Guardian Angel. As time went on, their bond and interactions became more intense and personal, more than what an Angel should have with their mortal subjects. Something that they knew was wrong, but couldn't help it. There was something about earth and the humans that fascinated them more than being a mere watcher and protector. Perhaps even jealousy that they got to live a life Angels could only ever dream of.

It was then that He heard the whispers of one of his very own creations flirting with mortals and being seduced by one's own filthy and wicked desires. Orion was called for and was summoned back to Heaven, where they were damned by God himself. He gave them an ultimatum. Forget the mortal and their feelings for them and return to heaven and become a soldier once more, or...Give up the title and status they held and be made mortal to simply wallow in the filth that disgusted them all. Neden chose to defy their creator, and in a final act of rebellion as well as an ultimate form of a 'fuck you', they removed and tore their own wings from their back. Feather by feather when parts wouldn't rip out or tear off. It was a slow and painful experience to say the least, but when the process was over, when their hands were covered in their own blood and soaked feathers were scattered around their feet. They gave their creator one more final word before being banished to Earth. Which, may have been a blessing. Neden roamed the earth for years in search of their long lost lover, and when they finally tracked them down, it was then that reality hit them. Elizabeth had died four years ago alone in a hospital bed due to an illness that was usually uncurable. Years had passed when Neden was in Heaven for their trial, and the woman they were in love with and gave everything up for had passed away all the while.

For years, they wallowed in self pity and anger. Not towards themselves, but to God. He took away the only thing they truly cared for, and Nedn had no doubt that it was something that He did to make their punishment all the more cruel. Since then they have hated all religions, as what God would truly do that to their own creations if they truly cared? After years of traveling, they had taken on a mortal name, allbeit it was a very odd one, but it was staying true to who they were, as well as a last ditch attempt to stay under the radar from any and all supernatural beings as long as they could. They had been to most of the world in their time on earth, which had been an estimate of a few thousand years, learning new languages and cultures, meeting new people and seeing them age and pass on while they never aged. Never grew old, never had an ache or pain as they couldn't really feel anything that involved pain. But what they could feel was the sense of emptiness and hallow. It wasn't until a year ago that they finally heard of a place for people like them, a place called Greythorne. They have kept to themselves and have lived in the outer part of town, never really talking to anyone and watching as more of a phantom or shadow that kept the town safe.

It was until the attack happened that Neden hadn't interacted much with the people there. On that night however, during the siege, they had managed to take out four hunters that attacked the town. It was a much larger group than what they had seen in all of their years, and it terrified them. News spread of how many had been killed, including some long-time residents, and their loved ones. Now, Neden knows what they have to do, and are preparing for the next attack and then...That is when they plan on making their presence known to the people of Greythorne. And perhaps, they could regain their wings in the process..




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A N G E L PHYSICALITY
Neden originally was an Angel, sitting up in the clouds serving the Creator for an unknown amount of time. They used to have immense strength, speed, reflexes, senses, ability to read minds and had an inhuman healing factor of being able to heal any wound, as well as take no damage as nothing could pierce their once impenetrable flesh aside from silver. Among that, Neden was adorned with beautiful pure white Angel wings, but since being cast down to Earth as a mortal, their wings had been torn and ripped out, leaving nothing but gnarled and grotesque scars behind.

Aside from having no wings prior, they have since attained most of their powers since. They have increased speed, strength, stamina, and agility. Surprisingly light and fast on their feet and deadly in combat, with a sword or bow it's all the same. One day they hope to regain their wings, but they doubt they ever will, as doing so would require them to sacrifice their life for someone else's, as well as being in the good grace of God once more. Besides, if they regained their wings, would they ever be the same or work like they once did? But as well as not feeling pain, they can't feel anything either, essentially numb to both pain and pleasure. Rion can feel it when someone holds their hand or kisses them on the cheek, yes. But the feeling one gets when experiencing said touch isn't there, the butterflies in your stomach doesn't happen to them, as much as they would like to, they don't. Which is another reason why Neden wants their wings back, so they can feel things again, and not just pretend to feel.

T A L E N T S
Music, shouldn't come as a surprise that they are naturally born at music and instruments. Before they came to earth they were playing instruments and singing when they weren't watching over people on earth as their Guardian Angel | Archery, while it is a cliche vision, seeing an Angel with a bow, Neden is rather skilled and adept with the weapon, almost never missing a shot | Extreme sports or adrenaline jumping, such as rock climbing and cave spelunking, whatever the case, Neden is a clear fan of it and lives for the small adrenaline boost they get from anything | Swordsmanship, they are spry and light on their feet and it is almost hypnotic to see them in action with a blade | Cooking, they find the smallest of things to be the greatest of things to do, and cooking is no exception |

S T R E N G T H S
| They can go days without eating or sleeping due to their lack of being human, but they do partake in eating if they want to | Their protective nature for others, whether it's the Guardian Angel in them still, or simply being a decent being, they have a love for others that come all too naturally for them | They are undyingly loyal to those that earn their trust and will easily do whatever it takes to help those they care for | Their knowledge is immense as they spent much time reading and learning new things | Combat, no surprise considering they were once a soldier in heaven |

W E A K N E S S E S & F E A R S
| The fact that they are a hopeless romantic, even after being cast down to Earth for it, they crave wanting a relationship, but are afraid when someone finds out what they are, no one would want to be with them | The fact they cannot feel pain, while its hard to break through their diamond-hard skin, they can still be injured over time and not realizing it could get them killed one day | Their main weakness is silver, as it is the one thing that can pierce their hard flesh and can cause burns and rashes to the skin if only exposed for long periods of time | Neden's cockiness has gotten them into a few fights that they wished they could have avoided | The scars on their back, they cause immense pain when touched and is their biggest weakness as it is the one part of their body that is incredibly weak to damage | Threats to the innocent and children, one thing that truly pisses them off and sends them into a blind fury is innocent people being hurt for no reason | They aren't exactly the best with people and as such they suffer from minor social axniety | They fear of never getting their wings back, and if they did, they doubt they'd be the same as they heard horror stories from former angels of having gnarled and deformed wings when they reearned them, or even worse, the dreaded black wings that are a rare occurence among Angels and is usually a bad omen when one attains those raven , jet black wings |


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So begins...

Neden Isimir's Story

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PHOENIX WOODS
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xxxsome things have changed
xxxwe don't fit like we used to
xxxit's hard to ignore if it's worth the wait
xxxit might just fool you
“Two lattes, a grilled chicken, chorizo and red pepper sandwich, and the Woods Special. Can I get my two favourite customers anything else?” Phoenix asked, provoking a giggle from the two old ladies in front of him. They confirmed that no, they were perfectly happy, and Phoenix told them to call him over if they did need anything. They were approaching closing time, but he knew that Daisy and Phyllis would be out well in time for them to close up. They came in at the same time every day, like clockwork, and always ordered a latte each. Sometimes they would treat themselves to a pastry or a cookie, other times, they would stick with a sandwich, others, just the coffee. But they’d been coming since he opened, and they had stayed coming, even after the attack. And that meant a lot.

And, bang on time, Daisy and Phyllis left, leaving them with plenty of time to clean up. Usually, Phoenix took as much time as he and the staff needed clearing up, but tonight was different. He didn’t rush anyone, but it seemed they were out in record time. Later that evening, there was going to be a town meeting of some kind to try and put a plan in place to prevent something like the festival attack happening again.

Phoenix would have been lying if he had said that the thought of it didn’t make him more than a little nervous. Following the attack, people had stopped gathering in public. The most people he’d seen in one place was his daily lunchtime rush, and even then, he could see the look of anxiety on their faces, the way they looked over their shoulders any time the bell on the door rang. People were afraid. But apparently this was a call to action. An attempt to try and take things into their own hands. And after everything that had happened, he couldn’t blame them.

In an attempt to distract himself, he’d spent the night before baking. He had filled a tray with his ultimate comfort food brownies to bring to the meeting with him, but he also had a smaller box balanced on top. Phoenix had said he’d swing by Alex’s with them to drop them in to his abuela, but in reality he didn’t want Alex to have to walk through town alone. Phoenix had been finding it hard, but it was nothing compared to Alex. And probably understandably so. Phoenix didn’t like to dwell on that night. The memory of seeing his best friend on the ground, covered in his own blood and the way that Phoenix had just… left still haunted him. He could only imagine what it was like to have been the one on the ground.

He called his goodbyes to the rest of the staff as they locked up, pulling his coat on and tucking his scarf into it. Winter had fallen as harsh as ever, and he knew it was a matter of time before it began to snow. At least this winter, he lived right above the cafe and had a functional heating system, meaning he didn’t have to venture too far into the cold every morning. He didn’t waste time walking the familiar path back to the house, eager both to keep warm and get out of the dark. He’d never been afraid of the dark. The things that went bump in the night were commonplace in this town and often showed up first thing to his cafe in search of their usual coffee and croissant, before going home to bed. But all that had changed now.

¡Hola, Abuela! Te traje unos brownies!” He called as he let himself in to Alex’s house. “I’ll leave them in the kitchen!” he added, switching back to English. He’d picked up a decent level of Spanish having spent a significant portion of his childhood in their house, but Abuela frequently bemoaned his grasp of grammar. He left the box of brownies into the kitchen and stopped to kiss the old lady on the cheek as he did so. The old lady chuckled and called out in Spanish, telling Alex that Phoenix was here.



ROSIE THOMPSON
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xxxgunpowder, gelatine
xxxdynamite with a laser beam
xxxguaranteed to blow your mind
Rosie had gone straight from class to the town hall to help set things up. She hadn't organised the meeting, hut she'd been spreading the word and encouraging people to come, despite how afraid they are. She'd drawn the line at telling her students, though. She wasn't risking any of them getting hurt if anything did go wrong. They were kids. This wasn't their fight, as much as they might have wanted it to be.

And even if she hadn't organised it, she'd somehow found herself being asked to speak. Maybe it was just because, if she could control a class of rowdy freshmen, she could control a crowd of scared townspeople. Or at least that was what she told herself to calm the slight anxiety. She dug her phone out of her bag and sent a few texts.

To: Markus
you better get your ass here tonight because i've somehow been roped in to speak

To: Zada
babe apparently i have to talk at this thing so you better be coming


Things had been rough on everyone since the attack. But sitting at the top of a classroom, staring down at the empty chairs of students who had been murdered... she'd gotten her freshmen to rearrange the classroom so those empty seats weren't there and so their classmates wouldn't feel as they were sitting in their fallen classmates' seats. Rosie had wondered if she would have been able to make a difference if she had gone. If she could have saved even one of their lives, would it have been better? Or would she have been beating herself up that she hadn't done enough? She took a deep breath and took her seat on the stage as people began to trickle into the hall. She couldn't dwell on that now.

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TRAVIS GRAVESON
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outfit xxxxxxx hex; #8B4513
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xxx Older than water, stubborn as stone
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for all that you've known
xxx Oh these days, oh these days get heavy
xxx Hotter than friction, subtle as sound
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for you to come around

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Since the attack, Travis had only reported back to the organization once, and he wasn’t exactly happy with what happened, telling off people and throwing a few chairs as some people tried to make excuses while others weren’t sorry for what they did, one of his more spoken out coworkers bragging about how she easily killed a fae and enjoyed the scent of their mystical blood. He was quickly promised it wouldn’t happen again by his supervisors and to just continue gathering information, that they need to do more and that his job wasn't done yet. As he was walking out one of the higher ups stopped Travis and reminded him why he was doing this, these creatures were monsters, and they killed innocents, including his parents. Trav just nodded and headed back to Greythorne.

Over the time Travis spent many nights at the pub after closing up his store, along with many other people trying to grieve over what had happened and most days helping clean up the chaos from the festival and offering help whenever he can, though some people that would previous shop at his store were now weary of him, not because they suspected him, but because the attackers were humans, and so was he; guilty by association. Though after a couple weeks people tended to stop giving him a side look and continue their business at his and him trying to just be kind and nice, not caring about gathering much information over the last couple weeks, but he did know about a town meeting happening.

The night of the meeting Travis had started closing shop early, it didn’t matter too much as business has been slower since the attack. He finished sweeping and put his broom back in the closet and started locking everything up, double checking his apartment before throwing on a jacket and heading to town hall.

While walking Travis pulled out his trusty silver flask that he kept on him and took a swing before tucking it back into his inside jacket pocket. Though as he did so he stopped and took a look around, he felt as if someone, or rather in the town of Greythorne’s case, something was watching him. He scanned between buildings and bushes but couldn’t spot anything, but could've been any sort of supernatural. Trav sighed and just continued walking before getting to town hall a little early from the meeting and going in through the side door.

When he entered the room he snuck around to the back wall to just observe and see what was going on, as well as minimize eyes on him, alot of the creatures here are on edge and with it not many humans came to the town meeting in fear of being possibly targeted or discriminated against. He noticed certain people were already here, Rosie on stage and giving a slight wave, the two were on good terms and he had offered to help set up but she politely declined. And by the amount of floral jewelry and nature trinkets people were wearing assumed the little half-elf Kaylessa was somewhere, always trying to cheer people up.

When he leaned against the back wall he did notice another familiar face across the way also sticking to the back, Neden, and watching them out of the corner of their eye digging through their pockets. Trav quickly assumed one of two things, either something to fidget with, or some sort of weapon. Which if the town wasn’t already on edge he would’ve also been carrying something to protect himself, but for now all he had was his silver flask, which he took another swig out while crossing his arms, smirking when he saw Kaylessa run in and quickly go up front, chuckling a little bit to himself.



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xxx If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
xxx Well, I guess I'll make my own way
xxx It's a circle, a mean cycle
xxx Sometimes I wanna fuckin' scream or run away,
xxxI can't excite you anymore

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The night of the attack Kaylessa was scrambling, trying to help as many people she could and used up a majority of her energy doing so. She spent the next two days in a deep sleep that left some people worried for her, but when she woke up, she still had a smile on her face, even though she did feel sad for not saving more people. Over the weeks she tried cheering up people of the village but for once people wouldn’t smile due to their grieving and Kaylessa became a little secluded, spending most of her time in the surrounding woods and just taking time to think to herself and figure out what she would do.

When the information came out about a town meeting, Kaylessa spent the whole day collecting various flowers, leaves and other things from the surrounding area and making crafts that she would try to hand out at the meeting, maybe the slightest gift petting smiles on faces.

Kay arrived at the front of the building with a small table littered with trinkets made from feathers, necklaces with numerous rocks, colorful flower crowns and other small handmade knick-knacks about 30 minutes before people were going to arrive to get ready. While most people had jackets and other pieces of clothing to keep them warm in the colder weather, Kaylessa just wore a simple dress with numerous handmade jewelry and a pink and blue flower crown, another benefit of her heritage and powers is that most weather effects don;t bother her like others.

As people started to arrive Kay insisted them taking whatever they want and was glad to see a few smiles were made by her gifts. Though when she saw Violet she let out a little squeak and stopped her from taking one of the flower crowns on the table. “Wait! I made a special one for you!” She just about shouted as she turned around and dug through her small cart of boxes before pulling out a special crown she made just for Violet. It was made out of mainly violets and other small trinkets and held together by a woven thread of twigs and grass. “Here, I thought you would like it.” Kay said with a bright smile on her face holding out the crown to Violet.

Kaylessa was running low and about to head inside when she heard a familiar voice approaching and turning to see her favorite witch, Alex, also walking with Phoenix. “Alex!” She said as she ran around the table and hugged Alex. She hadn’t seen him in awhile and only heard about what happened to him at the festival. “Glad you’re okay and made it.” She said as she let go and took a step back. She quickly blushed and giggled as he complimented and flirted with her. “Well you’re looking great, would look even cuter wearing this." Kay said as she quickly grabbed a flower crown and jumped up putting the crown on Alex's head, taking a couple tries.

Kaylessa packed up her remaining thinks and pulled them closer to the building before walking in. She quickly skipped to the front and waved over Rosie and tossed her a necklace made with feathers from numerous birds and flowers. Flashing her a smile and turning around and taking one of the few remaining seats left, meeting starting soon.

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Rosie Thompson Character Portrait: Elijah Patrov Character Portrait: Camila De Santo Character Portrait: Neden Isimir Character Portrait: Travis Graveson Character Portrait: Kaylessa Valven
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xxxsome things have changed
xxxwe don't fit like we used to
xxxit's hard to ignore if it's worth the wait
xxxit might just fool you
Alex had been like this for weeks but it didn’t hurt any less to see him like this. The hollow smile did nothing to reassure Phoenix, but he returned the smile anyway. Phoenix returned the look that Abuela gave him with a small reassuring smile, promising to look after him.

Alex didn’t wait particularly for Phoenix, only glancing to make sure he was following, but Phoenix caught up easily. It was like being with somebody else entirely as they walked in silence. Before the attack, there had seldom been a silence between them, always filled with laughter or teasing. Now, Phoenix knew not to try and fill the space with noise. Even he found it hard to know what to say.

The contact of Alex’s arm pulling him to a stop shocked Phoenix out of his thoughts as he mentally prepared himself for an attack, but he saw nothing. Just Carl. Phoenix took one look at Alex’s face and thought for a moment about suggesting they ditched the meeting and went back to his apartment instead. And then Alex started moving again, apologizing in more of a mumble than anything. Alex actually spoke as they reached the town hall. Phoenix just shrugged. “It’s okay. I get it. Everything’s different and weird and… Just… know I’m always here, okay? Even if you just want to get drunk or drink tea, or… I dunno, sit in silence on the floor. Any time of day or night.” They’d been friends long enough that he knew he didn’t have to say it, but sometimes a reminder was needed. Alex clearly wasn’t in a great frame of mind right now. And besides, there was plenty of nights when Phoenix found himself awake at three, four, five in the morning, unable or unwilling to go back to sleep.

Phoenix was glad that the first person they ran into was Kay. It was hard not to smile in her presence, and her energy was practically infectious. Her outfit put them all to shame as they huddled in their jackets and scarves. He left the two of them for a moment as he went to put the tray of brownies down for people to take as they pleased. He got back just as Kay put a flower crown on Alex’s head, struggling to balance it on his curls, and Phoenix couldn’t help but laugh. Then she bounded away, and Phoenix could see the slight change in Alex’s expression. He wasn’t in a flower crown mood, but Phoenix knew he didn’t want to hurt Kay’s feelings. And so Phoenix very obviously reached over and stole the flower crown from his head, balancing it on top of his hair instead.“Bullshit, we all know I’m the cuter one wearing this,” he declared.

Alex started to ask wear Phoenix wanted to sit, before darting to an unoccupied seat.“This is perfect. I’m afraid if we sit any closer to Rosie’s skirt without sunglasses, we might do permanent damage,” he joked. The exact location of the seat hadn’t escaped Phoenix either, but if he was being honest, he was happier here too.

He caught that familiar, sickening scent before he saw her. He didn’t even turn around to acknowledge her, not wanting to grace her with a reaction. But he could feel her eyes on him, see her out of the corner of his eye. But instead he kept his eyes forward, trying desperately to keep his expression neutral despite the twisting in his stomach and the anger that rose within him. The only outward reaction was a clenching of his jaw as Camila kissed Alex’s jaw. She slunk away and Phoenix had to resist the temptation to glare at her as she did so. Thankfully, a distraction came in the form of Rosie getting to her feet and walking to the podium, the room starting to fall silent at that single action.



ROSIE THOMPSON
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xxxgunpowder, gelatine
xxxdynamite with a laser beam
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The hall filled up relatively quickly, which Rosie was pleasantly surprised by. She spotted Kay bounding around, handing out flower crowns and trinkets. The small smiles they produced didn’t escape her notice, and that meant a lot. People looked scared, and confused, and angry. A smile wouldn’t change or erase any of that, but it was a start. It made things seem a little less terrible. Kay quickly ran up to the front and threw her a necklace, which Rosie caught and pulled it over her head, before going to stand at the podium as the last few stragglers came in.

“Good evening, everyone,” she said, and silence fell over the room. “Okay, wow. This isn’t high school English, don’t worry, guys, you can relax,” she added, getting a few giggles out of the crowd. “It’s wonderful to see so many of you guys here. Thank you to the wonderful Kaylessa for these trinkets and to everyone who brought anything. I know that things have been scary… and I know people are afraid. But we rallied around tonight, and that’s a good start. We fought them off once and we can fight them off again. So, let’s get this started. First, Chief Kaner is going to discuss what the police force is doing and what volunteers are needed for them, then I’ll open the floor back up for a discussion. So please welcome Chief Kaner to the stage and hold any questions until the end.”

Rosie took her seat as the police chief stood up to drone on about increased vigilance and whatever. He had never been the most engaging of speakers, but Rosie had long ago perfected the art of listening to boring speakers. Her students tried, but some were always more engaging than others. It was only as the crowd gave polite applause that she came back to herself, getting to her feet. "Thank you, Chief Kaner. So, now that we're aware what the police are doing, it's time to discuss what we can do. So, first up is... voluntary patrols. I'm aware some have already been running, so would anybody like to fill us in and let us know what we can do to help?" She asked, glancing down towards Markus. She highly doubted he would speak up, but maybe someone else might.

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Rosie Thompson Character Portrait: Elijah Patrov Character Portrait: Camila De Santo Character Portrait: Neden Isimir Character Portrait: Travis Graveson Character Portrait: Kaylessa Valven
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The man was typically known for his punctuality, but he was late tonight. His broad frame wandered down the street; his figure moving along like a shadow floating quietly and darkly beneath the soft light of the moon. His hands were in his pockets and strking blue eyes flitting from here to there. Another black figure dashed in the dark, but he knew it to be the Demon's Hell Hound, so he pressed on and continued down the pathway down these lonlier town streets to the slightly busier townhall.

Since the attack, he has felt very much the same. When one is such a hunted species as he, there is no surprise that the Mortals always came. They destroyed everything, and it was only ever a matter of time. The Supernatural were never safe - not in a thousand years past, not in a hundred - not in this modern day. This was the life he was used to, and he has grown understandably callous to the casualties that come with this. It wasn't his fault. It was simply that life was so tragic that tragedy has become his sense of normalcy, thus this, to him, was the way of the world. For others, however, perhaps it was not. Everyone thought this would remain their home unscathed by mortal persecution, and that was their own fault. He felt bad for them, sure, but there was nothing he could do to ease anyone's pain. Not that they'd listen given his rather unearned reputation.

Just as the townhall came into view, though the humdrum inside has been playing into his acute sense of hearing for a while now, he noticed Markus and Jai outside. He pulled his hands from his pockets and braced their lower backs, some strange gust of wind parting the doors. Elijah always had this gravely calm tone of voice; masculine and gutturally harsh with notes of his mother-tongue. It resonated gruffly, yet strangely... melodic and calming. There were many ways to describe his voice, but confidence, command, and ease were the easiest to remember. "Going in?" It was one of those inquiries that might normally be accompanied by a smile, but instead, he gently guided them both through the doors with the placement of his hands. Was it one of those strange protective things that were subtle in nature? Perhaps. It was dark outside, and the streets were dismal as the town gathered.

Once the trio made their way into the Hall, the Vampire took a moment to take in Rosie's words. After the blurbs by the Chief and Rosie were done, he simply walked down the aisle. His eyes hardly met anyone else's, and he continued because who was going to stop him? No one. No one really liked him. Everyone stayed away from him. He liked it that way. It could stay. They could be afraid of him or call him what they will, but he didn't care about any of it. He's too old for the petty drama. Though he did sneak a side-peek toward Zada, but swiftly drew it away. He was just checking to make sure she was still there, even though he could smell her. Everyone has their own unique smell.

His steps ceased in front of Rosie, and two hands were placed upon her as gentle as a man could be; one of her elbow and another at her shoulder. He didn't smile, there was no expression to his otherwise serious features, but he tugged at her with something that could be easily misconstrued as asserting his masculinity over her. He never thought about it that way, but he was an old fart and she knew that he didn't mean any ill by it. There was the slightest hint of a smile for her in that fleeting second he believed no one was looking, however.

Once she was out of his way, he took his place in the front of the Hall. His hands grasped either side of the podium and he finally looked at each and every being in the room. He stopped at no one in particular as he commenced to speak with his deeply rumbling and harsh Slavic tongue, "They will come again - we know this because history always repeats itself. This is nothing new to some of us, but it is always tragic. This would be the time to put aside petty differences and settle the feuds in our community - to stop being each other's enemies." This time, his gaze falls pointedly on Camila. He likes her, but damn - she's such a handful and she's grown particularly less manageable and more agitating.

"We have many tools at our expense - more than our enemies if you ask me. They are stronger than mortals, but we are stronger. It is in our nature. There is a power-imbalance, and we hold the advantage. The problem is that we didn't know they were coming, but now we know. If you think you can't help, then you're going to die. You're going to cause someone else to die. Everyone in this town is a cog in the machine that runs it, and it's our duty to defend it."

He shifts away from the podium for a moment and then steps beside it, "If you own a business, perhaps you can help create a rallying point as a place of safety for those who can't fight. The town hall, for one, is easy to secure with the proper people. The bar and other stores - use them to stow weapons or tools that will assist us in fighting back. You may think that these people are gone, but I can assure you that they will return. These are zealous people that can trace their legacies spent persecuting others back centuries. But they do not always win, and we do persist. Speak up. I, for one, am out from sundown to dawn. Camila has her dogs on patrol day and night. There are people that will protect you even if you think they will not. A little less self-pity and more preparation will judge whether Greythorne will persist, too. So even if you don't think you have anything to contribute - search deep. Everyone can." He looked to Rosie for some sense of affirmation or something, and then just dipped to a seat someplace in the middle by himself.

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Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Rosie Thompson Character Portrait: Elijah Patrov Character Portrait: Neden Isimir Character Portrait: Travis Graveson
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xxxit's hard to ignore if it's worth the wait
xxxit might just fool you
Phoenix didn't know what he wanted to do. He didn't know where he wanted to go. No, it was that he knew exactly where he wanted to go. He wanted to go to the same place he always went when he was hurting this much, where he knew it wouldn't hurt quite as bad. He wanted to go to Alex's. But that option was gone.

Oh, the irony.

It was only when Violet gently put a hand on his shoulder that he realised he hadn't gone anywhere at all. He jumped a little. Her being able to touch him was... weird. Wrong, almost. She'd changed too, since that night. Well, they'd all changed. But Violet more so than most. Why? What had happened? Why did nothing make sense any more? What had that attack done to the town?

Her words were firm, but not harsh or uncaring. He wanted to explain. He couldn't just go back inside. He couldn't just pretend everything was fine because it wasn't. The flowers that had begun to grow through the concrete, unaffected by the bitter cold, their bright colours almost an insult, was a testament to that. Everything wasn't fine. He wasn't fine.

"You're a fucking coward." The words echoed in his head, made the lump in his throat feel like it was smothering him. All he wanted to do was run and hide. That was all he had ever wanted to do and it hadn't served him well so far. So why was he still so afraid?

But somehow, somehow, he found it in himself to turn and go back inside, stopping only to wipe the last of the tears from his cheeks. He stood at the back of the hall as Neden made their grand entrance, flanked by two Spriggans. Their dramatic flair would have usually made him smile, but not tonight. Tonight, he could barely muster a half smirk. Part of him wanted to prove Alex wrong. Prove he wasn't a coward and sign up to protect the town. But no, he couldn't do that either. Instead, he stared at his feet, trying and failing to calm down even just a little bit.



ROSIE THOMPSON
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xxxgunpowder, gelatine
xxxdynamite with a laser beam
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The silence that hung in the air as she asked if anyone would like to speak lasted just a second too long, and Rosie knew it. But then Elijah made his grand entrance and made his way to the stage. She let him move her, ever so gently, forever the gentleman, but his glancing smile was met with an eyebrow raised just a little. It was gentle and gentlemanly and entirely innocent, and they both knew that, but also she would have stepped aside without having to be moved.

His speech was intended to rouse and bring hope, and while it may have been best delivered to a group of soldiers instead of a group of terrified but angry townspeople, it seemed to rouse a few and comfort a few others. She gave him a nod and a smile as he looked at her for confirmation. Before she could step back up to the podium, however, Travis got up.

His speech was... slightly less well received. Rosie could hear the angry mutterings from the crowd. Travis had a point, she had to admit. The town was showing signs of division, and while she was quelling it as fast as she could in her classes, she couldn't do much about the rest of the town. But the town was angry, and they were scared. They were afraid of humans, especially of newcomers who didn't have any link to anyone in the town. Fear did bad things to people, and people did bad things because of fear. Showing off his injury wouldn't gain him any sympathy. Everyone in this room had either been injured themselves or had lost somebody in the attack.

The angry mutterings continued, and Rosie was about to take back control of the crowd when Markus spoke up. Almost reflexively, she raised her eyebrows. He barely liked talking to people one on one, let alone in front of a crowd this big. It was brief, but did the job, and it seemed to quiet the crowd a little, or at least turn the murmurs a little more positive. He shot her a look that she understood all too well. He was done talking now and needed somebody to take over. Rosie stepped up to the podium- but before she could say anything, the doors swung open, and in walked Neden. There was a brief moment of confusion as people realised that there appeared to be two of them- and then one of them revealed themselves to be a spriggan. The real Neden, with their usual overdramatic flair, added on that anybody was welcome to join the patrols. Rosie just raised an eyebrow and smirked a little as they assured her that the town was perfectly safe. She doubted it, but at least Neden and Markus appeared to have the whole thing under control and were competent. She cleared her throat as Neden and their group of spriggans took their seats.

"Alright then. So, thank you all for your speeches and your contributions to the safety of the town. If nobody has anything else to contribute, I think we'll wrap it up there for tonight. I understand there's some refreshments down the back. Thank you," she said. The crowd began to chatter, a mix of emotions filling the room as she headed towards Markus.

"Hey. Thanks for that, I think we, uh, needed a change of tone after Trav's speech." She said, raising her eyebrows knowingly.

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There is nothing less interesting than being in a town full of people you hardly know, or worse, that you don’t like. Zada had few friends in town, and while she was sure most of them would attend the meeting, she was fairly content to mind her own business while she waited. Even after years of living on dry land, she wasn’t very good at small talk; unless it involved seduction.

She wasn’t surprised when Camila settled in at her side, she’d heard the demon’s heels the whole walk to the front of the room, and she’d spared a quick glance to see who it was. She raised her brow as Camila spoke, eyes darting to the hands resting on her thigh. A smile smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a sort of mischief twinkled in her eye, but only for a moment. ”You’re free to join me any time I’m at the lake,” She spoke, voice as serious as ever, ”The meeting is important. I want to figure out how to help.” She reached over, brushing her fingers across Camila’s face to tuck a non-existent stray hair behind her ear. ”Any other day, though. I’ll be there.” This was both a promise, and a simple fact. Zada swam in the lake nearly daily, only really stopping when the lake froze over and she couldn’t access the water.

Then Rosie started to speak, and Zada found herself turning towards the podium. She looked aloof and disinterested (then again, she nearly always did), but she was listening intently. She hardly moved when Chief Kaner spoke, she had a high tolerance for boring speakers, and he wasn’t even the worst she’d seen.

When Elijah took the stand and began to speak, her expression did change slightly. To was a sad, knowing look. She hadn’t been alive anywhere near as long as some of the residents of the town, but Zada had still been on earth long enough, and had spent enough time with humans to know their nature. He was right. They would be back, they would be more prepared. They knew now that this was a town with a fighting spirit, and no-doubt they had the experience needed to extinguish their flames. Zada didn’t have any experience fighting back against humans, but she knew plenty of what cruelties they were capable of.

As Elijah took a seat, Travis came forward, and she had to fight to keep from staring daggers at the man. Truly, he had done nothing to deserve any measure of hatred from her. Still, the lessons she’d learned about human men were learned with blood, broken bones, and burned skin; they were difficult lessons, and they would not be easily unlearned. She felt no sympathy for him when he spoke, his kind had been known to kill witches and werewolves for less. Markus spoke next, which was somewhat surprising, but she found his words easier to digest. Perhaps only because she liked him more than Travis, or perhaps because his words gave her something to truly consider. Neden and, frankly, she didn’t much care for their theatrics and dramatism. Zada didn’t find it very helpful, and it was mostly distracting, but she had to admit it did give them a certain charm.

It wasn’t long after that when Rosie wrapped up the meeting, and Zada had someone she wanted to speak with. She leaned over to Camila and said a simple, ”If you’ll excuse me.” Before standing up and making her way back to Travis.

She normally didn’t have much to say to the human, but his little speech gave her something to think about. She stood in front of him and crossed her arms before saying, ”It would do you well to remember that most of us have a bloodline that includes centuries of persecution by humans,” While she spoke, her face was expressionless; it was a simple fact, and didn’t metic hysterical emotion or a big speech, ”Many of our ancestors were hunted down and killed for the simple crime of living. If you want to be trusted, you need to prove to us that you are trustworthy. Many of us were hurt in the attack. You are not special.”

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xxx Older than water, stubborn as stone
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for all that you've known
xxx Oh these days, oh these days get heavy
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Travis got back to his spot and took a sip of his whiskey as the meeting continued. The rest of the meeting went as well as he could have guessed, though he did pay attention to when Markus, the resident Werewolf that had been in Greythorne the longest started talking about patrols. He thought about putting his name forward for them, but assumed they would quickly shoot down his help, especially since he caught some of their patrols following him around. Highly unlikely the patrols would let him join without trying to keep tabs on him, so he disregarded that idea. He was a little surprised when Zada came up and talked to him, but not so much surprised when it wasn’t anything nice.

Trav let out a light chuckle, after Zada gave her sense about their kind and his kind being enemies. It was true, that was the real reason he was here, he almost appreicated her reminded him of that. Though what he liked the most was saying he wasn’t special for being attacked. He got ahold of himself before opening his mouth to Zada. “See, I respect that about you, not afraid to say what you think and believe.” He ran his hand through his hair. “And I’m sure you know my ancestors has been hunted down the same for their blood and the same yours have. And I get it, I’m not special. Just trying to say we all were attacked that night.” Travis leaned off the wall, sighing. “Zada, I apologize if what I said came off wrong, living here for just about a year and I’m still trying to get my footing.” He turned and looked out the open door that people were leaving through. “It’s a shame really, place is beautiful. I’m sorry if I’m seen as the enemy.”

Travis said as he then politely excused himself from Zada. He wanted to say more, more impulsive stuff that was building up inside him, but knew this wasn’t the time or the place. These monsters talk about being hunted for just living, and it’s because of what they do to his own kind, his parents.

Before leaving, Travis walked by Neden and heard them say something that made him stop. Anyone could join the patrols, but just had to answer some questions. While he knew he probably wouldn’t be accepted on patrol, and even if he did he would probably be babysat by someone, he was interested in these questions and what exactly was the criteria for being on a patrol. If only certain powers were allowed on patrol. Or if you had to have some sort of experience. Both good information to have. And if what he heard around town was true, they were wanting people willing to leave their homes and go out. He stopped and turned towards Neden and softly got their attention. “Hey, I doubt I’m your model citizen or who you even want on your patrols, but I have free time when I’m not working at the shop, and can easily re-arrange and change my store hours to account for being on patrol or helping your patrols.” Travis said, to her, throwing out his help and his bait to them, seeing if they would take it. “Anything to help out.”

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xxx Well, I guess I'll make my own way
xxx It's a circle, a mean cycle
xxx Sometimes I wanna fuckin' scream or run away,
xxxI can't excite you anymore

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Kaylessa sat forward and listened to what Rosie and Chief Kaner said with her undivided attention. She went to many of Chief Kaner’s meeting in the past, usually sneaking in or bringing goods to pass around to the small people part of the Greythorne’s police force. Most people lived in peace in Greythorne and if there were any incidents or problems between people, they would usually be solved before Kaner’s people stepped in. Kay was one of the first people to start clapping after Chief Kaner got done talking but quickly stopped as Elijah stood up and walked to the front of the hall to give his speech.

Kay was engrossed by Elijah’s speech and she hung onto every word he said. She was scared at first when he said they would be back and they would need to be ready, but he was right. He spoke about how everyone can do something, but Kay wasn’t sure what she could. Besides her healing power,which she almost exhausted herself to death with, there wasn’t much she could do. She wasn’t much of a fighter as she was never taught how to since not much happened in Greythorne, and if something did, her mother or Rosie would keep her out of trouble. When Elijah there was less of an applaud as people tried to take in what he had said.

Travis spoke as well, and Kaylessa could tell and feel that people didn’t exactly like him or what he was saying, or even both. She didn’t really understand why they felt that way. He was just saying what he thought was needed, which was the purpose of this meeting, as well as sharing that he was hurt as well. Kaylessa remember the day she walked into his store and saw him in a sling, and quickly tried to heal him, but he told her he wanted to let it heal on his own, it was how he had done with all his scars; its what made him human. She also didn’t understand why people didn’t seem to trust Travis, he had brought new business and items to their town, always offered to help around with people and even gave Kaylessa numerous gifts, there was no way she couldn’t not trust him.

Though the person who spoke that surprised Kay the most was Markus, who was usually known to be more secluded and quiet. What he spoke of didn’t really of importance to Kay since she already believed Markus, Neden, and the others on the patrols would keep them safe and prevent anymore attacks. She was actually on her way out when she just about bumped into Travis talking to Neden about if he could help even though he’s human and they might not want him. “Oh! I think Trav would be helpful, he told me stories about him being in their weird human fighters thing” Kay quickly said before Neden could get a word out, standing next to the human. “It’s called the Army, but atleast you’re getting closer with how you describe it Kay.” Travis quickly corrected her with a smile and light chuckle. “Yeah yeah, but if these people are humans, sorry Trav, then maybe he could help. Like they used stuff that hurt us more than hurt him, so maybe?” She continued. She wasn’t exactly trying to vote for Travis to be part of the patrols, but more so speaking her mind and what she thought might help. Travis was a much more of a help to the patrols than she could ever be.

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Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Rosie Thompson Character Portrait: Neden Isimir Character Portrait: Travis Graveson Character Portrait: Kaylessa Valven
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Markus Valegood
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xxxWake me up
xxxWon't you wake me up
xxxI'm caught in a bad dream
xxxCaught in a bad dream



Markus had withdrawn into himself and his own mind as a way of escaping reality as he walked back to his chair. He didn't like talking in general, nevermind a large crowd of people. But the people needed some more assurance by one of their longtime residents, and if the knowledge of him being of the patrols helped, so be it. And seeing some of the residents breathe a little easier after his small and short speech made a small form on his face. The awkward silence soon after his bit ended didn't last long as the back doors opened and stepped in a few figures. Markus rolled his eyes as he should have known that damn idiot wouldn't just slink in through the back. It wasn't like them. If he knew Neden as well as he did, he knew they wouldn't come into a place quietly, not like that. He also should have noticed that Neden never stays to the back, unless something is truly wrong. He listened to their short speech and nodded in agreement. They were fully accepting of anyone that showed interest in joining, well, mostly anyone. Few exceptions.

His attention was snapped back when Rosie spoke up, concluding the meeting after a few more short words. He watched as she began to make her way over to him. Turning his head to the side to speak to Jaiden for a moment, "I'll be a short moment, I promise. Just gonna talk to Rosie for a moment." he gave the witch a small smile and pat on her head as he turned and met Rosie halfway. Giving them a bit of a distance from the others. "Well, I'm glad to know I was the wasn't only one feeling awkward during that then." he said with a small wink, taking a quick glance around the room. Turning his attention back to the Siren in front of him as he spoke, "What? You're saying mine was any better?" he said with a small scoff with a wave of his hand.

"I'm just glad to be able to help raise anyone's spirits. Even if that speech of mine was, shitty at best." Markus said with a small chuckle. He made some slight eye contact with the others as his eyes scanned the room, quickly going some than others who he gave some lingering looks before passing onto the next. "Anyway, before your favorite over dramatic person makes their way over here-" Markus started, seeing that Neden had begun to make their way towards their general direction, knowing full well they'd come and talk to the two of them very soon. "-what Neden said is true. Things are perfectly fine. We haven't seen anything....out of place in a few weeks. But, we're keeping an eye out, or two. Per your request, Rosie. I'll be sure to update you as soon as anything pops up." he said as he gave her a small nod and began turning on his heels to leave until he felt something grab the back of his jacket's collar and pull him back towards them. He knew who it was, and at this exact moment, he was not in the mood to deal with them..








Neden Isimir
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xxxI've been chasin windmills for as long as I have been
xxxFound my Dolcinea but I don't remember when
xxxStill I can be your hero when that love comes to an end
xxxSomehow you lost your wonder in your quest to feel alive


The rest of the meeting was finished off by Rosie after she gave her last few words and closed the meeting there, figuring everyone had heard enough as well as the mood was clearly souring every second. Better to close it off there than to continue on. Silently Neden looked around for a few short moments, giving the three Spriggans a nod of their head, and they seemingly disappeared into thin air, which garnered a few strange looks from those that witnessed it. For those that didn't know Spriggans, they were able to make small bursts of teleportation, or that's what others considered it to be. While in reality, it was camouflaging themselves. Neden cleared their throat as they looked around the room, others were busy talking amongst themselves, as well as Rosie and Markus beginning to chat between them. Neden would make sure to bother them soon enough. To be fair it was rather important. What had been of most significance to Neden was how many didn't seem bothered by the latter speeches during the meeting, but perhaps it was for the best. What was worth taking note was that Travis had asked if he was able to join the patrols, even if he wasn't the most liked in the town. Neden was going to answer, but Kaylessa gave her two cents, and clearly wanted him to be apart of it and that he'd do great. Neden chuckled slightly and simply said that they'd think on it and let him know by the end of the week and that someone would reach out to him by then.

Now with that out of the way, Neden slowly stalked their way towards prey. A small smile plastered on their face as they stalked their way over, seeing the individual quickly turn on his heels to leave, to only meet Neden's hand on the collar and was pulled backward. "Well that's rude. Where you headed off too now?" they teased as they set Markus back down, letting go of his jacket. Slinging an arm around Markus' shoulder Neden turned and looked at Rosie as they spoke, "Also, Markus here told you about what we found over the week, right?" they questioned. The look on Markus' face said all that they needed to know. Softly biting their bottom lip as they spoke, "You didn't tell her yet, did you?" Neden said with a sigh as they backed up, rubbing the bridge of their nose as they took a moment to think. After giving themselves a moment they looked back up, index finger and thumb of their right hand still pinching the bridge of their nose, "Ya see, we ran into a bit of a...a hiccup last week? And uh...we uh...We have a guest." Neden said as they quickly gave Rosie a look that she would know by now. Slight raise of both eyebrows and quick dart of the eyes. It was enough of a sign for her to pick up on.

"Now look, we got it handled. There's just a reason we were going to wait to tell you, but I thought Markus had already told you by now. But I see he hasn't so...I'll let you grill his ass for that, while I go get ourselves some coffee? Cupcakes? Brownies? Anything?" the fallen angel said as they began to back away from the two in hopes of being able to get some refreshments as a distraction, but mainly as a way of Rosie giving Markus the full heat of the situation, and not them. At least not entirely.






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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Rosie Thompson Character Portrait: Elijah Patrov Character Portrait: Camila De Santo Character Portrait: Neden Isimir Character Portrait: Travis Graveson Character Portrait: Kaylessa Valven
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ROSIE THOMPSON
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xxxshe's a killer queen
xxxgunpowder, gelatine
xxxdynamite with a laser beam
xxxguaranteed to blow your mind
Rosie just raised an eyebrow and shook her head a little as Markus asked if his speech was any less awkward. “It was fine, not shitty at all, Markus. You need to give yourself a little more credit,” she said, with a half grin. The update at least put her at ease. She couldn’t go on the patrols, what with having to mark papers and prepare for her classes, but Markus had at least been keeping her in the loop. In a time like this, she'd found herself taking some degree of leadership on this thing. Mostly, she used the information to advise her students to stay away, or to answer any questions they did have. She couldn't do much, but she could try to protect them. Markus turned to walk away, having updated her in his usual brief manner, but instead Neden reappeared in their usual energetic manner.

The grin on Rosie's face rapidly disappeared as Neden mentioned what they’d found during the week. “No. No, he didn’t.” She said, turning to stare down Markus. She just sighed as Neden explained that they’d had a hiccup. And that they now had a guest. She knew exactly what that meant, unfortunately. It meant things were now more complicated than they had been two minutes ago. Neden disappeared as quickly as they’d appeared under the pretense of getting food. Rosie turned fully to Markus.

“Were you going to bring this up?” She asked, folding her arms and raising an eyebrow. “Markus, if there’s one of them, there could be more. What are you going to do with our little… problem?” She asked, keeping her voice low, little more than a hiss to prevent anyone overhearing. “We need to deal with this.” She glanced around and saw Travis looking at her, giving a wave. She smiled back and return the wave, before turning back to Markus. “As quietly and as quickly as possible.”

To give Markus his credit, he told Rosie the full story once they left, away from where they might be overheard and cause a panic. They thought the hunter might be a valuable source of information, but he hadn’t said anything yet. His training was surprisingly good, and he hadn't cracked yet. But he couldn’t stay locked up in Markus’ basement forever, and they needed to do something with him. They spent the next few days trying to hatch a plan. Rosie could use her abilities to get him to talk, reveal everything him knew. But she wasn’t eager to do that. If he escaped, her giving away an element of her ability could potentially be used against them. It was only when she was in Travis’ shop, picking up a few things for dinner, that she had her brainwave. Getting a human to talk to the hunter could work. Let them think there was somebody on their side. Someone who could help. And they wouldn’t be giving away a tactical advantage.

Their plan came together relatively quickly after that. Rosie made a stop into Phoenix's café on her way home from class and managed to talk him into bringing Jaiden and Violet out for drinks. Markus and Rosie had both agreed that they needed to get Jaiden and Violet out of the house, just in case things went wrong. And a third party would keep them accountable. That and, well, from what Rosie could see, they all needed a night out with friends. She hadn't seen Jaiden that withdrawn since she'd first arrived in Greythorne, and now she was possibly worse than she had been then. And as much as Phoenix was pretending that everything was fine, Rosie knew it wasn't. She didn't know the details, but the marked absence of Alex from Phoenix's surroundings seemed to be part of the problem. And Violet had changed too, but possibly the least. Rosie could still see the old Violet every time she went to Markus'. She'd changed, of course she had. They all had. But Rosie could still get a smile out of her, which was more than she could say for some of the others.

She headed straight over to Markus' after class. Travis wasn't going to be finished for another while, but Rosie wanted to be there early in case Violet and Jaiden needed more persuasion, and because, as ever, she had essays to be marking. She wasn't sure whether or not Neden would be coming or if they were doing patrols that evening.



PHOENIX WOODS
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xxxsome things have changed
xxxwe don't fit like we used to
xxxit's hard to ignore if it's worth the wait
xxxit might just fool you
When he'd woken up the morning after the meeting, everything had felt like a horrible dream. And then it hit him again. None of it had been a nightmare. It had happened. And it felt like somebody was kicking him in the chest all over again. But he'd gotten up, as normal. He'd gone for his run, taking a different and slightly harsher path, but one that he knew meant would pose less of a risk of running into Alex. He'd gone home, showered, and gone to work.

And that had been his routine. Pretend everything was normal. Pretend that he didn't stare at his phone, waiting for a text that didn't come, writing texts he'd never send. Pretend that it didn't feel like somebody had cut off his left arm. Sure, he didn't need it, but not having it made things so much harder.

Abuela still came in, like she always did. Phoenix couldn't lie to her, couldn't tell her everything was fine. He gave her her usual supplies of bread and pastries when she came in instead of dropping them over before or after work.

"He misses you too, Phoenix, querido. He just can't say it." He didn't need to say anything. Abuela could always read him like a book, and lying would be a waste of time. He just smiled sadly and handed her the bag of baked goods.

Get up. Go for a run. Go to work. Pretend like the dark circles under his eyes didn't give away the fact he was snatching only a few hours of sleep every night and that that sleep was seldom restful. Nightmares plagued him from the moment he closed his eyes. And it wasn't like he had anyone to talk to them about.

He knew from the moment he saw Rosie's face that she was back into "caring english teacher" mode, and it at least gave him a couple of seconds to brace himself. But she didn't mention him, just said that she'd been around at Markus' and thought Jaiden and Violet needed a night out. He didn't know how she managed to talk him into agreeing to bring them out. But she had always been extraordinarily persuasive, even without having to use her abilities, so he found himself having committed to the plans.

He'd taken his time getting ready, waiting for an excuse to arise that would mean he didn't have to go. Going would just be a few more hours of pretending that everything was fine. It was bullshit, everyone knew it, but Jaiden didn't need his stupid crap on top of everything she was dealing with. He'd even put on eyeshadow and eyeliner to stretch it out, but eventually, there came a time when he had to leave to go meet Jaiden and Violet at Markus'. Shoving his phone in to his pocket, he turned and left, making his way across town.

He knocked on the Markus' door and was let in by Rosie, who chattered in her usual charming way, giving out about her freshmen. He just smiled and nodded, forcing a laugh at appropriate points, and mostly just prayed that Violet and Jaiden would appear soon. He loved Rosie, but he just... wasn't in the mood for that constant chatter right now.

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Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Rosie Thompson Character Portrait: Neden Isimir Character Portrait: Travis Graveson Character Portrait: Kaylessa Valven
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TRAVIS GRAVESON
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xxx Older than water, stubborn as stone
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for all that you've known
xxx Oh these days, oh these days get heavy
xxx Hotter than friction, subtle as sound
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for you to come around

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Travis thanked Neden for even thinking about it and said he’d be waiting and they know where to find him before they walked off, watching as they wont over and talked to Rosie and Markus. He gave a wave over to Rosie before leaving, as well as flashing a smile to Kaylessa and telling her to stay safe out here, she just nodded and ran off to do whatever Kaylessa was going to do, not many people can tell her what to do, and even if they do she probably wouldn’t listen half the time.

The next day wasn’t anything special then the last, the meeting didn’t really cause people to act differently or change their feelings about how safe or unsafe Greythorne was. Travis was actually going to head back into town to resupply and get an update with his supervisor as well as tell them what he’s learned, which he didn’t get much since the attack. Was this because he honestly couldn’t find out much information besides the patrol, or because he didn’t want to and almost felt betrayed by his organization, he wasn’t even sure.

But when Rosie came in and told Travis about how Markus and Neden’s group had caught someone, he knew he couldn’t head back yet. He had to find out who it was and make sure they wouldn’t rat him out. Thankful with Rosie asking for help Trav knew they hadn’t broke him, yet. But knew it was only a matter of time, especially with some of the powers these monsters had. He agreed and told her he would come over after he closed up shop for the night.

For most of the day Travis was distracted with what Rosie had told him, trying to figure out what he was going to do. They expected him to interrogate the other human, get whatever information out of him, thinking a human might be more relaxed with someone they could relate to. It made sense, good plan, but Travis couldn’t risk this guy possibly giving information that could expose him. But then it hit Travis what he had to do. He could control what type of information the monsters would receive, be a man on the inside, feeding both sides information that he felt they would need to know, but then there was still the loose end of the man who had gotten himself captured…

Travis finally finished closing up shop and grabbed some things from his small apartment before heading over to Markus’, a place he hasn’t been to but scooped out a few times when he first arrived to Greythorne. The walk was quiet and Travis could once again feel like someone, or something, was following him. He knocked twice before little Rosie opened the door and let him in, he thanked her and walked in, chuckling at Rosie's outfit of choice. “You look nice tonight, glad you’re not letting all this damper who you are Rosie.” Trav said with a smile as he walked into the main room, seeing Neden and Markus already there along with a few others, though he was surprised Alex wasn't here with Phoenix. “I’m assuming this means my application was accepted Neden?” He said with a light chuckle trying to lighten the mood, and probably failing. “Well, when do we get started?”

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xxxtell me what i'm gonna do now
xxxcause i feel a little lost without you
xxxi'm a little bit lost without you
xxxhear me, hear me out.
There was more people here than Phoenix had been expecting. A plate of baked goods was handed around, somebody explaining that Violet and Jaiden had been baking. The atmosphere was familiar and warm. It might have been comforting at any other time, but now, more than ever, Phoenix felt that absence, that feeling of nothing where usually there was something. His half smile felt more forced than ever.

And then Travis arrived. The shift in the atmosphere was considerable as people regarded him with considerable, and perhaps justified wariness. His joke fell flat and did nothing to reduce the tension. Phoenix spotted Jaiden slipping out of the room, and silently followed her out, slipping in to the kitchen after her. Being away from the crowd was an odd relief, feeling like tension had been removed from his chest.

"Hey," he said quietly, careful not to scare her. He wasn't entirely sure what to say. He knew not to ask her if she was okay. None of them were okay. Asking what was wrong was a stupid question, he knew exactly what was wrong.

"You did a good job on the baking," he said with a small smile. "Listen, we don't have to go to the bar or whatever. We can just go back to mine and do whatever. Sit in silence and stare into space. Watch a movie. Whatever. I think Markus and Rosie just want us out of the way... just in case." He didn't know exactly what was going on, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that they seemed to be the ones everyone else turned to.


ROSIE THOMPSON
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xxxwho's a heretic now
xxxam i making it sense
xxxhow can you make it stick
xxxwaiting till the beat comes out
Rosie smiled as Travis complimented her outfit. "Thank you. In terrible times, someone's got to bring the colour, right?" She said, before heading back into the sitting room where the others were. She could feel the shift in atmosphere the moment the others saw him, and internally, she prepared herself. Markus hadn't been terribly receptive to the idea, and she was pretty sure Neden had only agreed because, tactically, it made sense.

Travis' quip about being accepted on to the patrols fell about as flat as Rosie had been anticipating, and she just internally winced. She knew why the others were hesitant, but they needed to be able to work together if this was going to work. She ran a hand through her hair as Markus clarified that she would be starting things moving. She cleared her throat, not willing to give anyone a chance to ask any questions.

"So far, our house guest has been pretty unwilling to talk. He's also been pretty damn stubborn and has put up a fight. But he seems to recognise us as "monsters" which is why he's been so stubborn. But he might be a little more receptive to another human, which is where you come in. Pretend to be his friend. Pretend to sympathise. I don't care what you have to tell him to get information out of him, just do it. And if he's not talking, we'll... figure something else out." They didn't want to just kill him, not when he could potentially provide information, but he was also a liability. If he escaped, they could have a real issue on their hands. "One thing that opinions have been divided on. Do you want one of us down there in case he does put up a fight? I don't think he's seen me yet, I can go down with you. I'm... probably the least threatening." She said with a small smirk, glancing at Neden and Markus.

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TRAVIS GRAVESON
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xxx Older than water, stubborn as stone
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for all that you've known
xxx Oh these days, oh these days get heavy
xxx Hotter than friction, subtle as sound
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for you to come around

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Travis sighed as there was minimal reaction to his ‘joke.’ He could also feel the tension in the room and could easily slice it with knife he had in his boot, he knew these people didn’t like him much, even though he hasn't done anything, to their knowledge, against them. Plus what Neden had said didn’t give much confidence either about proving them wrong. Before Travis could remark or reply to Neden, Rosie quickly spoke up and took control of the conversation and the situation going on.

Trav chuckled a bit when Rosie called the hostage they were keeping a house guest, they definitely weren’t treating him as one, but then asked his opinion on if he wanted someone down there with him, which he was surprised he was being asked and not just told. “No, I think it’s best if I’m in there alone, as you said, hes not reacting positively to y’all, no offence.” He said taking a glance around the room, seeing a little bit more empty than when he entered. “Even if he hasn’t seen you yet, we don’t know what they know, they had to have some sort of information to attack us during the festival. Safer if you stay up here Rosie.” He paused for a second smiling to Rosie. “And of course for the others too you know.”

“Should be back up in a few minutes, might make some noise.” Travis said as he entered the basement and closed the door behind him, making his way to the man tied with hands behind his back, approaching him slowly and putting his finger to his lips, signalling the man to hush. As he got closer he recognized who the man was. Jacobs Hainsfield, though mostly went by Jay. He was a scout for the Branded and rarely actually went into combat. The man glared at Travis while he scanned the room finally seeing a rusty nail on the ground. “Here, take this and start using it to get out of the rope, way for you to escape without blowing my cover. I’ll feed them some false information or something.” Travis whispered to the man handing him the nail behind his back into his palms and him getting to work to weaken the rope. “Or you free me now and we kill these monsters!” The guy practically shouted at Travis. He just sighed. “You know it’s not that easy. There’s a couple witches up stairs, a siren, and a werewolf at the minimum.” The man just spit on the ground. “You’re sympathizing Greeves… There’s talk you fell victim to their seducing and you should be terminated.” Travis sighed and leaned against the wall and began asking questions that he already knew the answers to incase someone was listening, Jacobs just saying to release him now as well as some vulgar remarks and comments

A little while longer Travis stayed in the basement, to still give the impression he was interrogating. He was standing in front of the captive when the door behind him opened, surprising him a little bit, but seeing it was Rosie. “I said stay upstairs Rosie, I’m just about done anyways. I got some good infor-” Travis was interrupted as he was pulled from behind and punched in the gut and thrown over the chair, the chair that Jacobs was sitting in before now attacking.

Rosie let out a small scream out of surprise before Jacobs covered her mouth and putting the rusty, iron, nail against Rosie’s neck. “Hush little Siren, don’t want you bursting my ears or putting me under a trance with that pretty voice of yours. You’re my ticket out of here since this traitor to huma-” Then two gunshots went off and Jacobs fell to the ground. Behind Jacobs was Travis on one knee holding the gun that had killed Jacobs. “I’m… I’m sorry… I didn’t want him to hurt you...” He said sliding his gun aside as he saw Neden and Markus enter the basement. He then slowly stood up holding his leg, hurting it a bit when he tumbled over the chair, he gave Rosie a remorseful look before Neden, Markus, or anyone started talking.

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Rosie Thompson Character Portrait: Neden Isimir Character Portrait: Travis Graveson Character Portrait: Kaylessa Valven
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xxxtell me what i'm gonna do now
xxxcause i feel a little lost without you
xxxi'm a little bit lost without you
xxxhear me, hear me out.
Phoenix held his hands up in apology as Jaiden jumped with fright. It was easier to scare all of them now, but especially people like Jaiden. People who had lost somebody special to that attack. He still felt a little bit of guilt that after... well, that he hadn't been totally there himself in the days following. He should have been there for her, should have been there for everyone. And he'd tried but... his heart, his mind hadn't been in it.

He just smiled as she said going to his apartment sounded better. He couldn't help but agree. At first, it had seemed like a good idea but now, he realised his mind wasn't in the right place for partying or drinking. Going back to his and doing nothing and not having to do it alone sounded like the best option. "It's fine, I get it. We all... we all had stuff to deal with. And besides, we're here now, right?" He said with a slightly forced smile. "That counts for something." There was no point in pretending things were normal. They weren't, they were so very far from normal. And they both knew it. But at least they weren't totally alone.

"Well, then, we better go before Rosie chases us out with a threat of a Hamlet essay or something," He joked. "Do you wanna go see if Violet's coming or not? I'll see you guys outside," he said. When he stepped outside, it was cold enough that he could see his breath in the air. He'd always hated winter. It was too cold and the days were too short, with never enough sunshine. No amount of snow or frozen clouds of breath would make him change his mind on that.

He frowned as he swore he could hear footsteps, feel another presence, just out of sight. He took a step or two away from the house. "Hello?" He called, starting to wonder if his imagination was beginning to play tricks on him.


ROSIE THOMPSON
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xxxwho's a heretic now
xxxam i making it sense
xxxhow can you make it stick
xxxwaiting till the beat comes out
Travis insisted on going down alone. He did have a point however, so Rosie just smiled and nodded. Waiting was easier said than one, however. The whole time, she felt like... something was wrong. Like something was going to happen. Travis seemed to be gone a while, and it was putting Rosie on edge. Then she sighed and got to her feet. "Screw this, I'm going to check on them."

The minute she was within sight of the hunter, he lurched out of his seat. She didn't have time to do anything more than scream before he had grabbed her, something sharp pressed against her neck, and his hand clamped firmly over her mouth. Her blood ran cold as he called her a siren. He already knew what she was. They'd already lost their element of surprise. Then two gunshots rang out and the hands grasping her fell limp as the hunter fell to the ground.

"It's... It's fine," she said as she stared at the body. She also was okay with him being dead if it meant she didn't get a nail driven in to her neck, but they'd just lost a valuable source of information. Especially considering he already had information on them. Then Markus burst in. Rosie caught the look at her, but before she could move to stop him, Markus had Travis pinned to the wall. "Markus-" she warned, but a distraction arrived in the form of Neden. "I'm fine," she said, folding her arms as they asked her if she was okay. Then she separated Markus and Travis, ordering Markus to go cool down. Rosie led the way upstairs, flopping down onto the couch again as they reached the living room.

"Leave him out in the woods, someone or something will deal with him," Rosie suggested as a way of dealing with the hunter. She raised an eyebrow as she noticed Travis was limping slightly as he entered. "Is your leg okay? He threw you over that chair pretty hard," she remarked with a small smirk.

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xxx Older than water, stubborn as stone
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for all that you've known
xxx Oh these days, oh these days get heavy
xxx Hotter than friction, subtle as sound
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for you to come around

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Travis had barely stood up before he was picked up by the neck by the tall werewolf by his neck. He wasn’t too surprised to be honest, he knew when he was contemplating how to deal with this loose end that they would upset with whatever his solution would have been, but he definitely didn’t expect to be met with this hostility. Especially with the context of why he shot and killed the man; yes to cover his own ass, but also to save Rosie. It was a decision he made on impulse, but he would make it again if he needed.

When Markus had him picked up, Trav had one of his hands behind his back reaching for his knife in case he needed to use it, but didn’t want it to resort to that. Fortunately for all parties involved Neden quickly calmed Markus down and ordered the werewolf to get some fresh air. Markus didn’t exactly put him down gently, most just letting go of his neck, Travis caught himself but landed most of his weight on his now sore leg. “Thanks…” He mumbled as Neden picked up the body and told him to head upstairs. He followed Rosie up but felt Neden’s presence behind him with the body, trying not to push too much weight on his leg.

"Best to burn the body, get rid of evidence of it being here specifically, though they already know he was captured and/or killed since he hadn’t reported in, probably just a disposable body to them now.” Travis said as he took a set and started rubbing his knee, and hearing Rosie’s remark. “To be fair, he caught me off guard. And I’m fine, just going to be a little sore, got it caught in the chair as I fell.” He said to Rosie. Travis knew that Neden and Markus don’t know the situation or what led up to the gunshots; that he was acting on the behalf of Rosie’s safety.

“Neden,” Travis started before taking a breath. “I’m sorry for how it went down, but I’m not sorry for killing him, for stopping him from doing anything else.” He said taking a glance over at Rosie on the couch. “There’s no undoing it. Now you can either throw me out and continue your prejudice against me or you can kill me where I am now and bury or burn me with him, but whichever you choose, I’d recommend at least listening to what information I was about to get about him and his fellow Branded Hunters.” Trav finished speaking, waiting to see what their decision to do, as well as thinking of what all he would tell him. Yesterday he was a spy and a hunter for the Branded, but today and from now on he is a double agent for them and the community of Greythorne...

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Rosie Thompson Character Portrait: Neden Isimir Character Portrait: Travis Graveson Character Portrait: Kaylessa Valven
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xxxtell me what i'm gonna do now
xxxcause i feel a little lost without you
xxxi'm a little bit lost without you
xxxhear me, hear me out.
Kay's bright "hi!" was an abrupt change in tone, and Phoenix turned to see Jaiden and Violet were back. Their presence was a welcome distraction. He'd told Kay the truth and... he could tell she didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to see her get hurt, but if she wasn't going to listen to him, there wasn't much else he could do. Not now, at least. He didn't want to continue with this conversation either. All of the guilt, the anger, the pain of the past few days was sitting in his chest like a physical weight.

He forced a smile as Violet asked Kay if she was coming with them. "Yeah, we're going back to mine, just to relax for a while. I've got brownies and we're probably going to make some hot chocolate and find something dumb on TV to watch. You want to come?" He asked. He liked Kay, he really did, but the thought that she might keep asking questions and talking about Alex wasn't exactly one he was totally okay with. But he wasn't going to just walk away and not say anything. And besides, she might cheer Jaiden and Violet up a little. That would be worth it.

"I also have that tea you love," he said with a raised eyebrow and a smile. "Come on, it'll be nice." Being in groups like this made the absence of Alex feel all the worse. He had always just been there. It had been said more than once about them that they practically came as a pair. Phoenix could handle being alone. It was when it felt like he should have been there that the hole was felt. But what could he do? He wasn't going to risk making things worse. As much as he wanted to, he knew he wasn't the right person right now. So he'd just have to... wait and hope. Just like he always did.

"Come on then, let's go. It's too cold to be standing around like this," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and heading back towards his apartment.


ROSIE THOMPSON
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xxxwho's a heretic now
xxxam i making it sense
xxxhow can you make it stick
xxxwaiting till the beat comes out
Rosie just nodded as Neden said they were going to deal with the body. Rosie had learned that when it came to Neden, it was generally better not to ask too many questions. She didn't react, simply stared at her shoes as Trav asked them all to at least listen to him. And then Neden left, leaving the two of them alone for a few minutes.

"I'll tell them you did it to save me," she said quietly. "They'll... they'll respect that much. But I need you to tell me something, and I need you to tell me the truth," she said, sitting forward and holding his gaze. "Travis, how did he know I was a siren? He called me pretty little siren and knew to cover my mouth. I don't look like a siren from mythology."

But before Travis could answer, Markus came back in. He still looked deep in thought, and Rosie looked at Trav. Don't say anything. She got to her feet. "I think we could all do with tea, yes?" She said in her usual bright banner, brushing herself down and heading out to the kitchen. She pulled down a few mugs and put some water on to boil, leaning against the counter as she did so. Suddenly, things seemed much more dangerous. Things had felt... wrong since the first attack, but the feeling was worse than ever. Nothing like this had ever happened before. She knew that much. And she'd heard the stories, of towns like this that were destroyed and its surviving inhabitants forced to move and scattered across the world. She didn't want that to happen again. She wouldn't let it happen again, not if she could do anything to stop it.

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TRAVIS GRAVESON
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xxx Older than water, stubborn as stone
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for all that you've known
xxx Oh these days, oh these days get heavy
xxx Hotter than friction, subtle as sound
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for you to come around

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Travis just ran his hand through his hair and tried to relax as Neden and Rosie talk and then watched as Neden left with the body talking about knowing what to do with the body. He was curious what she had planned but didn’t care enough to ask. Trav was surprised when Rosie whispered to him, telling him that she would tell the others that he shot the hunter to save Rosie. “I did shoot him to save you…” He mumbled, but Rosie continued, saying they would respect what she said, but then curious about what she would ask him about.

Rosie had asked how the other hunter knew she was a Siren. He mentally cursed to himself about it, but just rubbed his forehead thinking to himself. In Travis’ reports he would talk about the monsters and their descriptions, along with names and powers so they would be prepared, so of course the hunter would recognize the monsters from his reports. But before he could answer, Markus walked in and Rosie shot him a look, which he took as to not answer the question just yet. Luckily this would give him some time to think of an answer for Rosie.

“Sure, wouldn’t mind some right now.” Travis replied to Rosie’s question about tea. Usually he wouldn’t drink tea, but now was an exception, might help calm his nerves. Before Rosie could come back from the kitchen Neden walked in, without the body of the hunter, tempted to ask what she did with it but knew this wouldn’t be the time. “So… Let’s get this started and over with.” Travis said to the two others in the room, not exactly waiting for Rosie to come back in.

Travis leaned forward from the chair and looked between Neden and Markus. “You probably know this, but he was a scout for the Branded, he was just here to collect information and report back, not to engage, or so he says.” Trav said, curious about why they would send a scout when he was here. “They know roughly how many, as he said, monsters and humans there are here, though not sure if that’s before or after people left since the attack. Which makes me think he’s either been scouting for awhile or there’s more out in the woods.” Travis sighed, recalling other information he could share, and then realised there was something he could tell, which he was worried about since he was briefed on the information. Rosie came back into the room and he thanked her for the tea as he took a sip. While he was drinking Rosie talked, saying Travis acted in her best interest and she believes that.

“There is another attack coming, he wouldn’t tell me when. He said he didn’t even know, but I’m not sure I believe it. We need to prepare for it, have better defenses, train people...” He trailed off. Trav honestly didn’t know when the attack would be, told they needed to iron out the details. Trav wasn’t sure what else to tell them, what other information he could tell that would convince him he actually interrogated the guy and not a spy using information he already knew before heading down there.

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Rosie Thompson Character Portrait: Neden Isimir Character Portrait: Travis Graveson
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KAYLESSA VALVEN
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xxx If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
xxx Well, I guess I'll make my own way
xxx It's a circle, a mean cycle
xxx Sometimes I wanna fuckin' scream or run away,
xxxI can't excite you anymore

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“I’ve been good, better now after talking to Phoenix. And he fixed the crown!” Kaylessa said in response to Jaiden asking how she was, and holding up the crown before putting it on her own head with a smile. Then Violet asked if she would be joining them, Kay turned her head not knowing what she was talking about as Phoenix hadn’t said yet, but right when she thought that Phoenix explained they were going back to his place. She was thinking of saying no and going back to show Zada the fixed crown and tell her what Phoenix had said, but then he brought up tea. “Oh! Yeah I’ll come! Sounds like fun.” She said smiling before he continued saying they should get of the cold. “It’s not that cold, last year was worse, the lake froze over night and Zada wasn’t too happy about it.”

Kaylessa skipped along side the group, often getting ahead and then skipping back to them. “So I heard that Markus had some new guest over recently, though Neden won’t let me meet them. Like, why? I love meeting new people. I even heard he’s a human like Travis, and sorta like me. Ish.” She brought up. She overheard it between Neden and Rosie but as soon as Kay started asking questions she was told not to worry about it and Rosie tried changing the subject. And Neden wouldn’t even tell her when Kay put on the fake frowny face Zada had taught her to try to use when told no. “It’s weird.”

As the group continued, Kaylessa led most of the conversations with the group, though as they got closer she grabbed onto Phoenix’s hand. “Hey Phoenix. I have a question.” She stopped skipping and matched his walking speed. “Should I get Alex something? Maybe flowers or something? There’s this grotto I found in the woods with these really cool brown flowers, they would match his eyes you know.” Kay asked with a smile. She wanted to get Alex something to show how much she matters to her and she loved making crafts with flowers. So many options and she was really interested in using the flowers from the grotto she found.

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Rosie Thompson Character Portrait: Neden Isimir Character Portrait: Travis Graveson Character Portrait: Kaylessa Valven
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xxxno i've got nothing to lose
xxxexcept everything you are
xxxi'm not looking at the moon
xxxi'm staring at the stars.
Even if it had been the last thing he’d wanted to do at one stage, he was glad he brought the others round. It made him feel a little less alone for a while. It made things feel a little more normal. Made it a little easier to deal with. But it couldn’t last forever, and all too soon, he was alone again. He went back to his repetitive routine. Run, work, sleep. Repeat, repeat, rinse and repeat, over and over again. Sometimes he went to Markus’ to see Jaiden and Violet. He perfected his Opera Cake recipe at 3AM one morning. Abuela still came for her bread and pastries, and Phoenix pretended he was more okay than he actually was. She’d always been able to see right through him, and her sad smile as she left told him that that hadn’t changed. But it was either that or probably end up crying at work when he spoke to her, and he refused to give in to that.

Kay appeared to have forgiven him, at least. She still asked if he’d spoken to Alex again, and he’d force a smile and shake his head and say no, they were just too busy. The flower crown still sat on a bookshelf in Phoenix’s apartment, the only place he could find for it where it wasn’t going to be staring him in the face every time he walked into the apartment. She still seemed convinced that Alex had genuinely meant the flirting, and he wasn’t sure what else he could do or say to convince her otherwise. How could she not have known that he was like that with everyone? Was it because she’d only ever really seen him with Phoenix, and he had never been like that with him? Or did she just really believe that he was different with her? He’d told her to bring him the brown flowers she mentioned. Maybe the flowers might make him smile and it would be worth it.

He didn’t want to leave his apartment, but his cupboards and fridge were so low that he really needed to get groceries. Travis always stayed open a little later to serve the night-dwellers, which meant that Phoenix was able to call in after work. Travis was pleasant as always, but Phoenix wasn’t particularly in the mood for a chat. He took his groceries and left again.

There was a strange energy in the air as he walked back to his apartment. He couldn’t explain it, but it was… oddly familiar, and not in a good way. It was a tension, as if something bad was about to happen.

He’d just gotten back into his apartment and put the groceries down on the counter when he heard the first scream. Something told him to slam the door and lock it, told him to hide. But instead, he sprinted back down the stairs, back into town. The hunters were back. He met one almost at his door, but before he could react, a vampire appeared from nowhere and tackled the hunter, their teeth already in the hunter’s neck. Phoenix turned and ran, running back towards town.

He didn’t expect to see Abuela there. He wasn’t, however, surprised to see her punch a hunter who was at least a foot taller than her in the face and knee him in the groin. “Abuela! Where’s Alex?” He called. He didn’t give a damn about their fight, he needed to make sure he was safe. He hadn’t dealt well with the first attack, so if they were going to be attacked again, he had to try and help. “He went to the graveyard!” Abuela called back, and Phoenix took off running again, avoiding the hunters as best he could.


ROSIE THOMPSON
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xxxi'd sit alone and watch your light
xxxmy only friend through teenage nights
xxxand everything i had to know
xxxi heard on the radio
Rosie and Travis excused themselves from Markus'. He insisted on walking her home to make sure she got home safe. And it was there that he told her the truth of why the hunter had known who she was. She wasn't exactly happy about it, but it did make sense at least. It was an answer.

The next few days were quiet. Too quiet. Neden and Travis stayed passing on the information from the patrols, and everything was quiet. Considering they'd captured and killed one of the hunters, Rosie knew that quiet was certainly not a good thing. It was a matter of time before they retaliated. And they needed to be prepared. The patrols got bigger and patrolled for longer. She and a few of the other teachers stayed after hours to make sure the kids who stayed late got home safe, walking or driving them home themselves if needed. They were preparing for an attack, if they couldn't make it obvious.

So when she heard the screaming start from town, she knew exactly what it was. She'd stayed after school to make sure the drama kids got home from rehearsal safe. When they'd announced they were doing a production of Macbeth, Rosie had gotten roped in as director. It was turning out better than she'd imagined, but that afternoon, she hadn't been able to focus on any of it. She was just getting her stuff ready to leave when the screaming started. She and the others had prepared for this. Their first priority was to get the kids home safely.

She and half a dozen sophomores had ended up too close to the centre of town, where the worst of the attacks seem to be concentrated. She'd decided that it wasn't worth getting them all home, and instead was going to bring them back to hers. There was enough room and she could keep them safe. And then a hunter ambushed them. Her kids were ready to fight, but not as ready as Rosie. He hadn't expected her to take flight and kick him in the face from the air. But he recovered quickly and grabbed her ankles, yanking them towards her. She leaned into it and drove the force of her weight into it, knocking him out. She hit the ground and yelled for her students to run. And they ran, just like she'd told them to. They were kids. They didn't need to fight this fight, they needed to be safe. She got to her feet and started following them, catching up to them easily. She was going to protect these kids, no matter what. No matter what she had to do.

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Without Phoenix, Alex was lonely. It wasn’t as if he’d shut himself up and away from the world, but everywhere he went, everyone he saw, it all reminded him of Phoenix and how easily their entire friendship had fallen apart. The entire town reminded him of all the time they’d spent together, and when his father called to try to convince Alex (and Abuela, surprisingly enough) to move in with him to escape the hunters, Alex might have done it if Abuela hadn’t stubbornly refused. He wasn’t going to leave her alone. Besides, Greythorne was their home. Alex just didn’t feel safe anymore, and he wasn’t so sure he ever would. His dreams were extremely troubling, and it was becoming more difficult to interpret them by the day. He didn’t know if it was the spirits, or if it was him, but he didn’t understand what he was seeing, even if the contents of the visions were largely the same every night.

He’d decided to put his fear aside and seek out some clarity, but he wasn’t about to go out alone, not to the graveyard, and certainly not at night. The dark made him uncomfortable now, so he was glad to have someone to be there with him, even if he and Neden weren’t particularly close. They were mostly just there to step in if things went horribly wrong, and to keep Alex from feeling so… Nervous.

Really, everything about necromancy had made Alex nervous since his first real encounter with what he could do. He tried to push his childhood failures from his mind as he set up for what he was attempting; this would be different. It had to be. He could stay calm this time. He could control it. He didn’t see any other option.

The setup was easy enough: pick a spot he liked, light the candles, double check that everything was there. ”That should be everything…” He muttered, more to himself than anything. He sat down on the ground, legs crossed, and leaned back against a weather-worn gravestone, and shot Neden a small, and completely fake, smile, ”I’m not really sure what any of this is supposed to look like, but I’ll probably be fine. So just... “ He shrugged, ”Sit tight.”

He had two wine glasses and a dark red wine set in front of him. Getting the spirits of the dead to come and grant him a clearer vision should be easy enough. He filled both glasses, and set one aside; he drank his own glass in one go, and sat back to wait. He crossed his arms in front of him, to keep from fidgeting, and closed his eyes. The worst part was the waiting, and he began to think he hadn’t done enough, the spirits could be so difficult to please. So he grabbed the bottle and began to drink directly from it for a time, then waited a while more. He was just about to drink a little more when he heard a sound like a distant church bell ringing. He shot a glance at Neden, then set the bottle aside to wait.

It took a few minutes, and there were more spirits than he expected, but Alex was relieved that it seemed to have worked. As the group of spirits settled in a semi-circle around him, Alex felt compelled to stand, though he suddenly felt a little lightheaded as he did. He felt icy hands grabbing him; pushing and pulling him until he was surrounded. He felt his heart begin to race, but he closed his eyes and suddenly felt very, very tired.

When he opened his eyes, he was laying in a bed of wildflowers. The moon was hung impossibly low in the sky, and he thought, for a moment, that if he tried, he could reach out and touch it. He didn’t have time to be mesmerized, however, because he started to hear the sound of screaming. Someone was scared. Terrified. The flowers around him began to die; slowly, at first, and then faster, almost too quickly to take in. He sat up, and then quickly stood; he was in a field of flowers, and they were rapidly dying around him in all directions. He started walking, and then a sense of dread and desperation gripped him, and he broke out in a sprint, though he didn’t seem able to actually go anywhere. Suddenly, and all at once, he came upon a horrible scene.

It was eerily familiar, just like what he often saw in his nightmares; but he wasn’t looking at himself laying on the ground. He knelt down in the already-cold blood that was quickly expanding from the body, and seemed to be the source of whatever was killing the flowers. He knew who it was, but he didn’t want to believe it. It didn’t help that nothing was clear, here. Everything seemed so hazy. As he reached out, the entire scene changed. He was kneeling in a dark alley, Phoenix’s lifeless face staring up at him, even as insects and animals began to claim him. Suddenly, he heard his own voice echoing above him You’re a coward, you’re a coward, you’re a coward Over and over again, even as he grabbed onto Phoenix’s shoulders, as he shook his friend. Phoenix was so cold, and Alex watched in horror as his body began to fade away like smoke in the wind. He started to scramble away as he just heard the word coward repeated again and again.

”No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. This couldn’t happen. He heard the screaming again, it sounded louder this time. He felt like he was going to be sick. Darkness began to engulf him, or maybe he’d just closed his eyes. He needed to wake up. He wanted this to end.

He woke up when he felt his head hit the ground, and quickly scrambled to his knees to empty the contents of his stomach. In the moonlight, he swore the liquid looked like blood.

As he stood, he realized that the screaming was real. What was happening? He didn’t know if Neden was speaking or not; he didn’t hear anything beside the screaming and his own thoughts, but he managed to say, ”I-I’m fine. You should probably…” He gestured vaguely towards the town, he was desperately trying to reel in his thoughts, trying to make sense of everything he’d just seen, and what he was hearing, and what he knew to be true. They were back. He needed to find Phoenix.

He stood up and started to run, he hoped he wasn’t too late. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to stop it, but he at least needed to be there. He couldn’t stomach the thought of Phoenix being all alone, scared and in pain. Something in his gut told him that he didn’t have much time, and he didn’t even know where he was going, but he didn’t have enough time to really consider a plan. He didn’t even see the hunter until they were right there, and he found himself stumbling over an old footstone when he tried to change direction and run away. He suddenly felt very defeated, as if even trying to find Phoenix had been pointless anyway. Alex couldn’t even protect himself, how was he supposed to save anyone else?

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xxxWe've made such a mess of this place
xxxThere's blood stains on your face
xxxWatch everybody live and pray
xxxInvade in her life


The next few days came by like a blurr for Jaiden. It was a mix of returning back to her normal everyday things, and then with the introduction of a Hunter and his body being taken care of, Jaiden knew what she had to do. She began training with her abilities, thanks to some help with Markus. He was able to gather some other Pyrokenetics in the town who helped her focus and know-how to contain it. They practiced in secrecy and private as the days passed. They all knew. They knew what was coming, it was obvious. They just didn't know when. Jaiden had always practiced slightly with her connection to fire, but never spent as much time as she did. The days were exhausting and seemed to go on forever. With the ever-growing dread, and with slightly more control, Jaiden had started to fall back into her old ways. Going out with some friends, and staying in Markus' home lately. Things had felt off in the following days, just something didn't feel right. About anything, and she didn't know why. Not until the day arrived.

Jaiden was out among the town, enjoying her day for the first time in a very long time. She went among the shops and checked to see if there was anything she wanted or needed, but there wasn't anything of real note. Passing from storefront to storefront her day went by rather quickly, and as the sun began to dip, fear and anxiety began to slowly creep inside once more. The air felt colder. No sign of wind or movement, but just cold. As if even nature knew what was about to happen. She found herself walking down the street in the dark when it happened. Screams. It started out in the distance of just one, and then another joined in, and eventually, it was a crescendo of multiple people screaming as they ran through the town. She felt her heart sink as reality hit her. It was happening again. Just when everything started to feel normal once more. She began to finally take a few steps back and as she turned, she saw what was going on just down the street. A dark figure rushed out from between two buildings, tackling an elf in the process to the cold hard ground, and a gunshot rang out. The elf went silent and still as a pool of blood began to form. She felt sick as others rushed past her, whether to action to help or in fear as they made their escape, but all she saw was the same thing the night of the festival. People screaming, running for their lives and to find safety, and Hunters. Everywhere. There was too many this time around as they seemed to swarm from the surrounding treeline as they made their way into town.

The young witch finally snapped herself back into reality as someone pushed past her, forcing her against a brick wall. After a moment of shaking her head, Jaiden found herself pushing herself against the wall and into the middle of the street. Looking around for any sign of someone needing help. She wouldn't run away, not this time. She was a coward last time, and someone she loved dearly paid the price for her actions. She was a coward, and she hated herself for it. Feeling so helpless and defenseless. Too scared of her past actions to use her abilities to help someone else. To use it for good, or at least in a just manner. She shook her head, seeing two more Hunters run after a group of small children, cornering them in an alleyway. Jaiden quickly gave chase after them and stopped about five feet away from the Hunters. A large lump formed in her throat as she tried to hold back the anxiety as her hands shook. After a brief moment, she called out to the Hunters, "Aye, Fuckos! Get the fuck away from those kids!" Jaiden lunged forwards, punching one in the back of the head as she gave a short burst of fire towards the other Hunter's abdomen, using it as a distraction. The first Hunter whirled around as he grasped the back of his head in pain, mumbling something under his breath about how they'd all pay. She heard and had enough, without even a single moment of hesitation, the two Hunters were consumed by a sudden wall of fire, that slowly drew in closer and closer, the light bouncing off of the buildings. Giving the scene a hellish glow as the two Hunters crumpled to the ground as they screamed, and suddenly were silenced as they turned to ash and dust. Without a single look of remorse on her face Jaiden turned to the group of children that had been herded like cattle. "Go find your parents and hide, don't let anyone find you. This isn't your fight, got it?" her voice was compassionate and somber but was cold as ice at the same time. She quickly turned on her heels and left to go find others that were in need of help, or maybe even one of her friends to help, if they weren't busy. All she hoped was that everyone was okay, and that nothing bad had happened just yet.






Markus Valegood
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xxxI got everybody sleepwalking but they
xxxThey think they're awake
xxxAnd our hands always covered in shame, but
xxxIt won't wash away



The following days had been an absolute mess. Markus had been busy with trying to figure out what to do with the whole Hunter issue, as losing their only real form of information had been expired all too quickly. Patrols became stricter, longer, and larger groups were sent out as it wasn't safe. Things hadn't felt right since the first Hunter showed up, and with how things had only seemingly got worse over the next few days both Markus and Neden grew paranoid. They added new members to the patrols and made sure everyone was combat-ready and knew what to do if another attack were to transpire. It was like the worst thing that could possibly happen, was starting to happen and it was only a matter of time until it made itself known. That was until today. Markus was tending to things in the town, getting a few personal items, as well as supplies for the house as three people were in his home. He hadn't realized how expensive food was for three people, but he couldn't complain. As much as he never wanted to admit it, his friends were his family and he was happy to help them any way he could. He was in town the entire day as he had multiple errands to run, and by the time he was done with everything the sun had already started to go down. He began to slowly make his way through the town and back to the direction his home was in, midway through the entrance of the forest he stopped. Everything went cold and silent. The forest itself was normally so lively with animals, the wind would blow and make sounds throughout the trees. But not now. Now it was eerily silent. It was then that he heard a faint whisper among the trees. Spriggans and TreeFolk all alike were hidden throughout the woods, which was what made the forest such a fantastical, yet horrifying place. If one wasn't any wiser they could end up as some fertilizer for one of them.

Markus' hair on the back of his neck stood on end as he couldn't tell what it was, not until it was too late. Screams were heard coming from town, and that it when it hit him. Hunters. They were here, again. The church bell went off soon enough, alerting the people in the town of what was happening, as everyone knew if the church bells went off, it was to signal the arrival of danger. Markus began to make a bee-line for the town when a sharp and searing pain shot through his leg. Looking down, a large arrow had embedded itself into his right calf. He groaned in pain as he took a moment to collect his thoughts, they were hiding in the woods. It only made sense. Quickly he turned, grabbing one by the throat as he went for a sneak attack from the shadows. Markus simply grinned, and in an instant a crescent of red sprayed through the air as the Hunter was dropped to the floor, a fresh and gnarled wound bled out from the neck. Markus looked around for more, ducking behind a tree as he pulled the arrow out from his leg, seeing the wound heal within seconds. A chuckle erupted from his throat as he witnessed two more Hunters peer out from within the trees, "If you're going to fight, at least make it fair." he said with a low growl, his eyes twinkled with some mischief before lunging forward with inhuman speed. He already had his hand wrapped around another Hunter's throat, squeezing tightly until he heard a satisfying crunch and the Hunter's body went limp. Markus dropped the fresh corpse and slowly stalked his way through the woods, hearing a twig snap behind him he ducked behind a tree.

Familiar voices came from the entrance of the woods, seeing a group of children and then an all too familiar face appear quickly behind them. Rosie had been ushering a group of her students to safety. A small smile appeared on his face as he went to greet them, but yet again a searing pain shot through his side as he fell to his knee. A deep growl erupted from deep within his chest as he flashed Rosie a look. He looked down at his side, yet again another arrow. With a groan he removed the arrow, snapping it in half with ease. This wound seemed to take slightly longer to heal, but within a minute it had already healed over. He turned to where the arrow came from, seeing another Hunter hiding behind the trees in the back. Markus helped move the students and Rosie hide behind some trees themselves. He knew what he had to do, he wasn't as useful as he could have been otherwise. He quickly tossed off his shoes, removing his shirt and tossed them to the side, "You may want to look away." he said softly. the transformation was quick, but too slow for his liking. It always was. His bones having to break and crack, reform from human and into that of a wild beast's. His muscles and tendons, and every fiber of his being shifted from his human form, to that of an overly large wolf. A low, gravelly growl escaped the beast's mouth as it looked around for a moment. It had always been something he hated, and used for last resorts, but this time it was the only option he had if he wanted to ensure the safety of his friends. The wolf slowly lowered itself close to the ground as it peered around the side, staring into the darkness. Picking up on the scent of the Hunter, Markus slowly slinked from where he had been hiding with the others and made a straight bolt and out of sight as he chased the Hunter. A pained, human scream sounded as the sound of snapping and growling, bones breaking and flesh tearing and all went silent within seconds. After a few moments of nothing, no sound or movement a figure slowly exited from the darkness. The figure slowly made its way from the darkness, blood-covered dark matted fur, dark blue eyes scanned the area as a howl escaped its lips. A triumphant howl sounded but was quickly silenced as the trees themselves seemed to stir to life. Roots began uprooting themselves, gaps, where there were trees prior now existed as the treefolk, had been awoken from their slumber, ready to defend their home and the people within it.







Violet Marsden
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xxxThere's blood in the water but it tastes so sweet
xxxShow me no mercy
xxxAnd let it rain, and let it rain
xxxShow me no mercy



The following days had been hell on earth. From locking herself away after the night she had spent with everyone, to spending long nights and mornings in the local library. Violet had been studying everything she could to try to learn something, anything about herself. Anything about what she had become, but there was nothing. Nothing about someone having been a ghost that had become what she was now. There were no answers, and maybe there never would be. But as the days went on, it only grew more painful. The mark on her wrist had grown from a simple numbing throbbing pain, to at times an immobilizing sharp ache. She never understood why it would randomly cause her pain, nevermind where it came from or why. All she knew now was that she was different from before, not just shunned to the outside and made to look on as an outsider, but now she could do things. She always could move things around or summon things to her will if she so desired, but this was different. She spent the following days researching and practicing her newfound abilities. It was now that she was in the woods, northside of the town. She sat beside a tree, reading a few of the books that she had borrowed from the library. She hadn't planned to have been there as long as she did, but it was like something else was calling out to her from afar. Always out of reach, both literally and figuratively.

It was only when the sun began to go down that she decided it would be best for her to get her things and head home. Markus made it a point for her to never be out by herself when it got dark. She took a detour, though a pathway she hadn't been to in years. A place she avoided at all costs since the accident. Since she became a ghost, and whatever it is that she is now. The all too hauntingly familiar scene and smell laid before her eyes through the treeline. Violet slowly walked through the trees, keeping her backpack close by as she shuffled into view of the lake. She felt a large lump form in her throat, it was the first time she had been there since, wanting to reject the reality the best she could. But with everything having gone to shit already, she had to face the facts, even if she didn't want to. Violet set her things down along the treeline next to a birch tree and walked to the water's edge. Sitting down, and gently tracing the water's surface with her fingertip. But, the moment her finger touched the water, frost gathered and quickly began to spread out over a small patch of the lake. Violet quickly scrambled backward from the water. She blinked, but the moment her eyes landed on the lake she gave out a heavy sigh. The rippling water was just as it was, no ice, no frost. Nothing. She hadn't had visions or memories of the event in years, and now...Now it happened for the first time in over a decade. Quickly getting to her feet she mumbled to herself, "I knew I shouldn't have come here..." she mumbled. The sound of a twig snapped alerted her, causing her to pause for a moment. Looking around she didn't see anything of importance, that was until a voice spoke out from behind the tree line. "You're right about that." a deep, yet oddly calm voice called. Violet snapped her attention to where the figure sat, his face was blocked from view as he was looking away from her. "Who...Who are you?" she questioned, an eyebrow quirked.

The man smirked, turning his head to look at Violet, his face still obstructed from view due to the cloak he was wearing. The only defining features that could be seen were a very squared jawline, brown gote, and beard. The man slowly stood, rising to his full height which easily towered over Violet. "In time, my dear. But for now, I think the real important thing is your friends. Remember?" he mused. Violet took a step back when the man spoke, something was familiar about him, but she didn't understand why. Not yet anyway. A lump formed in her throat at the mention of her friends, and how they were more important than anything at the moment. She was going to ask what that meant but then a scream was heard far off in the distance, which caused her to look away. Violet snapped her head back to where the man had stood, and when her eyes landed back there he was gone. Without a trace. There was no sound of him leaving, nor was there even a sound before he made his presence known. Violet didn't know what to do, she couldn't move as she tried to figure out what to do. Does she go to help whoever screamed, or simply ignore it? It was only when what sounded like several people running along with the trees that caused her heart to race, as well as sink. They were all dressed in black and were running at high speeds to the direction of the town. She immediately understood what was happening, she began to make her way from the lake, that was until three figures stepped out from the treeline. They had to crouch down from the upper branches of the trees as they exited and entered the clearing. Violet knew that Spriggans and treefolk had existed in the town before, but these...These were far too large to be normal ones, nevermind how old they looked. Ancient moss and foliage had spread across the majority of their bodies as they stretched. Violet watched in silence as they looked at her, before looking at each other and then back at her before walking past her and towards the direction of the town. The fact that the ancient treefolk started to awaken caused her heart to race even more as her palms began to sweat. She didn't know what point she'd serve in trying to help, but if what was happening was what she thought, then she had to do something. Anything to help those she cared about, and that's what she would do.





Neden Isimir
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xxxThis place is going up in flames and
xxxWe watch and we wait
xxxAnd I think I kinda like the way it
xxxIt burns in my face



The ensuing days had been nothing but preparations and over paranoia. Neden had always been one for being over the top in everything they did and always seemed to be paranoid about something or someone. But those days were an entirely different kind. With the way patrols were being pushed towards and adding new people, making the rules be harder and the guidelines of what to do in case of an emergency or attack. They spent days without sleep, choosing to stay up most nights, hard at work even if they weren't patrolling. With the events that transpired between Travis and the Branded, Neden had to take matters into their own hands. They stayed up later and longer, ate less, slept less, but trained more. Trained harder, and longer than they ever had. They knew something bad was coming and it would be coming soon, but Neden didn't know when or why. But just that something dark was coming their way, and there was nothing to do to stop it. All they could do was help the others prepare and that is what they did. While on one of those days, Alex approached them and asked for some help. That he'd need someone in the next few days to come with him to the graveyard so he could do a special thing for him to be able to have a proper vision? Something along those lines, Alex hadn't been exactly very clear on what he wanted from them, but they obliged. What was the worse thing that could happen? It could backfire and he could end up hurting himself? Which, would be oddly amusing. The day finally came when Alex came to them and said it was time to go, taking a few things with them just in case if things went south, not like they needed this to happen for them to bring their things with them anyway. A few knives, their main choice of weapon and a few other things that they kept hidden in their overcoat.

Neden followed Alex to the graveyard and kept a small distance between them as they walked, keeping their eyes on anything and everything. Neden silently followed Alex as he tried to find the perfect spot that he wanted to set his things up. When he finally chose a spot Neden helped him set everything up and took what he didn't need, placing it on the side of the gravestone. They gave him a few feet of distance in case anything backfired or went horribly wrong and simply watched. Neden nodded as he told them to just sit tight and not to worry, and that he wasn't sure what was going to happen exactly or what they possibly could witness. Neden simply shrugged as he began whatever he was doing, as Neden didn't really have the biggest interest in Necromancy or things along the things that pertained to death. Whether it was still the angel part in them or not they weren't sure. All they knew was that it made them uncomfortable, but not because it went against nature itself, but because they were dealing with someone who wasn't even entirely sure if he was doing it right. Neden simply stood there watching as it all unfolded, when nothing seemed to be working as even Alex said he wasn't sure if he was doing it right, "Look, if this doesn't work any time soon I'm gonna go. I have more important things to-" they started but were silenced as a dark mist began to form around their feet. Neden dug in their pockets for a moment, but stopped as suddenly dozens of spirits formed around Alex. Their eyes widened for a moment as their heart raced, but took a deep breath as they spirits moved in closer to Alex and formed a semi-circle. [i]Holy shit...He actually did it..., they thought to themselves as Alex's otherwise stupid idea of a summoning actually worked.

They watched in silence and awe as it only lasted a few short seconds, but it was enough to take in. Alex sat there in silence, in a daze as who they presumed to be past necromancers themselves, or some other witches gathered around Alex. Everything happened so quickly, as the spirits quickly faded away, as did the mist and they were left alone once more. Neden blinked back into reality as Alex began to tip over, clearly still in his daze. Neden reacted on instinct and helped keep him from slamming his head into anything and helped lower him to the ground, backing away a bit to give him room to breathe. Neden looked away as Alex quickly scrambled to his feet and emptied his stomach. Patting him on the back awkwardly as he did so, seeing as that it could be the only thing they could do to comfort him. Neden didn't know what he saw, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. All they knew was that Alex was incredibly panicked and speratic, more so than usual. It was then that Nedne heard screaming coming from the town. their heart sank, it happened. It was happening again. Another attack. "Alex we need to get out of here now! It's not safe." they said as they shook him by the shoulders. Neden looked at him as he gestured to the town, obviously telling them to go and help. Neden shook their head, "Not leaving you behind, you idiot." they said as they helped Alex to his feet, but watched as he took off like a rocket. Shaking their head they quickly followed after him, and watched as another figure came running into the graveyard, but was stopped by a cloaked figure. Neden didn't see what happened exactly, as it happened too quickly. All that they knew was that Phoenix went down, and the Hunter was ensnared in vines and was quickly silenced.

"No!!" they exclaimed as they ran towards the direction Phoenix was in. As Neden ran, they stopped by Alex and forced him to his feet, "Get to your fucking feet you idiot!" they said coldly as they helped him as they made their way to Phoenix. Thankfully Alex was easy to help over to where Phoenix was laying down in the grass, obviously losing blood all too quickly. Neden placed Alex down next to him, quickly turning their head behind them seeing more figures emerge from their hiding spots. Hunters, and lots of them. "Fanfuckingtastic" Neden muttered out loud. Looking back at Phoenix and Alex for a moment they spoke, "Do what you can, wrap this around his wound for now." they said as they tossed him a wrap of gauze they had stowed in their pocket. Turning to face the encroaching Hunters, Neden dug into their pockets and retrieved something that glinted in the moonlight. Whistling softly into the wind for a moment, Neden smirked. They'd have back up soon enough, but until then they'd have to do what they could. Turning the end of the pen, in a flash it changed its appearance from a normal household pen into that of a sword. With a deep breath, Neden brandished their weapon as a Hunter rushed them with two plain steel daggers.

Neden dodged the first strike of their blades, twirling the sword around as they engaged in combat with the Hunter. The Hunter went for a single strike, easily dodged with Neden's speed and agility. "'What even are you?" the Hunter hissed between her teeth. A smirk spread across their face, "Pissed off, darling." they quipped, quickly going in for a lunge of their own, the Hunter got in a quick slice along Neden's left arm as the Hunter blocked the blade with their other dagger. Neden hissed at the Hunter for a moment, but smirked as not even a drop of blood seeped through the coat. The Hunter went into for another jab, but was forcefully yanked backward by what appeared to be vines and branches. A smirk appeared on Neden's face as they looked around, Spriggans and treefolk of all kinds finally arrived and had made quick work of some of the Hunters. "Head into town, the town's people need your help more than us." Neden called out to the dozen of Spriggans, who simply nodded and left for the town. Neden took another quick look around and ran back to Alex and Phoenix, who were still laying on the ground, "You both need to get out of here, now. Find someplace safe and you'll be fine. Got it?" they questioned. Neden took two steps away from them and stopped before they made their way back into the town. Stopping as something didn't feel right, it was too quiet. The Hunters had been picked off far too easily and it just didn't sit right with them. Neden knew more were out there, hiding among the trees. Before they turned back to speak to Alex and Phoenix, the slightest sound of a twig snapping along the treeline caught their attention.

Without even thinking, Neden stepped in front of Alex in a split second, and a moment later the crackling of a gunshot went off. Neden slowly looked up at Alex as they turned to look at him. A small smile creased their lips for only a second as they collapsed to their knees, holding their side. Everything went silent, except for the doll sound of static and ever so quiet ringing sound in their ears. Neden didn't even have a second to think of a better option than getting in the way of Alex and blocking him from being hit. A chuckle sounded for a moment before Nedne let out a soft groan as blood came spurting from their lips. Neden bent over and coughed, blood splattered across the old stone and grass. Looking down at their hand finally, they saw that it was coated in blood and a large mess of flesh and blood covered their jacket. "I'm sorry...I wasn't much help...I wish I could have done more..." they muttered, their breathing became heavy and labored. Neden was losing blood and strength at an all too fast rate and their vision began to blur. Sitting back against one of the headstones they let out a chuckle, "You did good though, Alex...Don't let them tell you otherwise..." they said softly. There was nothing left to say or do, and after a bit of silence, all went quiet. Not even the sound of wind or animals chirping. A figure slowly stepped out from the treeline and slowly began to make its way over to Alex and Phoenix. As the figure grew closer they slowly raised their weapon and went to open fire.

In what seemed like a blink of an eye, and an unknown figure rushed at the Hunter, knocking them off their feet. The weapon scattered across the cold stone below and out of sight. The Hunter looked up at his assailant in confusion. After a brief moment of silence, the Hunter brandished a large, curved knife and went for a quick strike. The other figure dodged out of the way with incredible speed, grabbing the Hunter by the shoulder and flipped over them. Now standing behind the Hunter, the figure gave a quick few jabs along the back and kicked at the lower lumbar, causing the Hunter to crash to the ground. "What...What are you?" the Hunter questioned, looking up at the figure with dark, jet black wings that seemingly blended in with their attire, as they spread out more. No smile or chuckle, but an icy cold tone came forth as the figure spoke, "Death." the figure said simply. In a blink of an eye, a dagger was logged into the Hunter's forehead, burying deep within the skull, and the Hunter went still. The winged figure slowly stood up, wiping the blood from their weapon as they put it back into their cloak's pocket. As the figure slowly walked over to Phoenix and Alex, an all too familiar face gave a small and friendly smile, "I'll explain later, but we need to get out of here. Now. Can you carry him or should I?"





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xxx Older than water, stubborn as stone
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for all that you've known
xxx Oh these days, oh these days get heavy
xxx Hotter than friction, subtle as sound
xxx There'll be no forgiveness for you to come around

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Travis walked Rosie home after he told them a little bit more information before saying there wasn’t much else, and once again apologizing for killing the hunter, even though he was only sorry with the situation it was caused. The hunter being dead was a loose end that was gone and one less thing for Travis to worry about. When they finally arrived at Rosie’s place Travis finally answered her question about how the hunter knew Rosie was a siren. He had thought over this answer for a little bit and was able to answer easily. Basically he explained that the hunter wanted Travis to help him escape, and when Trav was trying to calm him down, he explained what he would have to go against, including a siren. And when she entered the room he probably put it together. He gave her a hug and apologized for it, that he never wanted her to get hurt.

Over the course of the next few days, Travis did report back to the Branded to brief them on what happened, of course leaving out he was the cause of death for the captured and hostage, telling him he was killed when he tried to escape and that the monsters probably know they are going to attack soon. He recommended them calling it off so they wouldn’t be on such a high alert with the patrols they were doing, they were expecting an attack this time. They said they would think about it and then questioned Travis. He wasn’t use to this and was caught off guard. It seemed like they didn’t trust him, and making sure he wasn’t sympathetic to these freaks of nature. Travis gritted his teeth as he explained why he was sent there and that’s what he was doing. Not just for him or because they ordered him to, but for his parents and for it to never happen to anyone else again.

This night Travis had stayed up later, once again Neden saying his store being open would be more beneficial than him joining the patrol. Phoenix had called saying he would come pick things up, so Travis had some of his usual stuff ready, though expected him to probably get some more stuff. As he finally left Travis started closing up shop before a chill ran down his spine and then a scream, followed by much more and yelling. Travis bolted outside and saw the chaos and the cause. They were attacking. He slammed the door to his shop closed and headed into his apartment that was connected, but then he remembered something. Rosie. She had told him she would be spending a couple nights later at the school, and tonight was one of those nights and would probably be getting ready to head home or even on her way.

Travis was getting ready to don a mask and join his fellow Hunters in the night, but now he could only think about Rosie, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to her. He quickly grabbed a pistol and tucked it into his belt, a knife into his boot, and one of his hunting rifles and darted out. He knew he wouldn’t be shot on sight by the Branded, but they would be alerted by him not in attire nor attacking with them. But Travis didn’t care, all cared about was making sure Rosie was safe, and started running to her place, where just a couple days ago he had walked her home to make sure she was safe.

While running he heard a howl, one he had only heard one other time in Greythorne, and that was of Markus, usually spine chilling, but right now he didn’t care. The streets were chaotic and fires were being made through many alleys. The Branded were trying to keep their prey in the open, easier to pick off as well as watching each other’s backs. Travis got knocked down as a vampire pounced on him, but quickly got off as he recognized Travis but then ran off as silver bullets were fired in his direction. Trav didn’t stick around too long as he was almost to Rosie’s.

Travis crossed a field and saw Rosie’s place in sight, and her in her doorway, back to the rest of the world. He didn’t know what she was doing but then noticed couple hunters rushing towards her. “Rosie!” He shouted, but when she turned around it was too late, a female hunter on the patio with her with a knife, probably coated in some sort of solution to hurt the super naturals, and the others a couple feet away with their gun aimed at her. Travis pulled his rifle off his shoulder and fired. His shot was to the female hunter closest to her in the back of the knee causing her to go to a kneel. This took the attention of the other hunters off of Rosie as they turned and faced Travis. “Stand down. You know why we are here. They are the enemy Tr-” But before they could finish Travis fired the rifle again, two shots this time, taking out two more hunters. Gunfire from the last hunter, not counting the one closest to Rosie, but Travis quickly hid behind some small stone cover. “You traitor to humanity!” The man yelled at Travis in anger, mistakenly emptying his clip around and into Travis’ cover, one actually grazing his leg before he pulled it in closer behind it.. He was quick to reload but Travis was able to pop up and fired a shot into the man’s shoulder. They were wearing a sort of reinforced armor, the type Travis knew they would be. But he fired two more shots into the man’s side as he clutched his shoulder, one of the few weak spots on their armor.

“Rosie.” He called out again as he rushed towards her remembering the woman he shot in the back of the knee, but saw that Rosie had already taken care of her. “You need to head inside, it’s not safe out here.” Travis said as he slowed down and stopped a few feet from Rosie. She quickly refused, saying she wanted to fight, but then pointed out the wound on his leg offering to patch him up. He didn’t feel any pain from it, probably from the adrenaline. “I’ll be fine. But if you insist on fighting…” He pulled the pistol from his belt and held it out. “They have armor on-” He paused for a second, trying to think of how he would explain knowing that. “At least it looked like it when I shot him in the shoulder. But they aren’t expecting y’all to be using guns.”

As Rosie took the gun, Travis held out his hand at the bottom of the small steps to Rosie. “But I’m not letting you fight alone.” He said, throwing out a small smile.

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Neden Isimir Character Portrait: Kaylessa Valven
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xxx If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
xxx Well, I guess I'll make my own way
xxx It's a circle, a mean cycle
xxx Sometimes I wanna fuckin' scream or run away,
xxxI can't excite you anymore

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That night Kaylessa really enjoyed hanging around Phoenix, Violet, and Jaiden. She didn’t really hang out with people in a tight group like them, seeming to be more of a free spirit that floats around sharing with anyone and everyone, but she did like it while it lasted. Kay didn’t really understand insider jokes before but now the group of four had a couple of their own and she would treasure those and when she left in the morning, she likes watching the sunrise reflecting off the snow, she made them promise that they would do this again, maybe even with Alex.

The following days were more so normal from Kaylessa, either saying hi to Phoenix and asking about if things are better with Alex and if he’s talked to him, but always getting the same answer of not yet and they aren’t ready to talk. Kay really wanted to talk to Phoenix about Alex but knew from Phoenix’s energy and demeanor that she should leave it at her asking the simple question and changing the subject. She would also try to see Alex but somehow she always missed him and his grandma would answer the door saying he was either busy or not there, Kay occasionally leaving small gifts for him.

Then came the attack. Kaylessa was just out walking through the town when she heard screaming and was shoved aside by some of the citizens running. She stood up confused and peaked around the corner and saw the horror that was happening. Another attack, like at the festival, where Kay exhausted herself to a coma, and whenever she would ask Rosie or someone about what all happened they would never give details and change the subject to something more joyful. But now, now they were attacking again. Kay then heard another set of screams and knowing the only way she can help is by healing she went towards them.

Kay kept to most dark alleys but started crossing one of the parks in the town when she was grabbed from behind and thrown to the ground, letting out a scream behind her mouth being covered. She finally saw who was holding her down and quiet, some person she never recognized, with weapons and masks, a Hunter. ”So you must be the little half-elf. A healer not a fighter. Now we can’t be hav-” Kaylessa kicked the man in the shin which made him loosen his grip and she quickly stood up and starting running. ”You bitch!” The man yelled out and started chasing her.

While trying to get away Kay accidentally made a wrong turn and ended up in a dead end of some stones and thick hedges that she knew she wouldn’t be able to get through and when she turned around the Hunter was blocking the only way in. The man smirked and raised his gun aiming at the half-elf. Kaylessa stumbled back closed her eyes, scared and not knowing what to do. But what she heard next wasn’t what she was expecting, instead of gun shots, she heard a yell and a sound of a scuffle. When she opened her eyes after awhile, she saw the hunter was no long standing and being a threat to her, but on the ground unmoving, and saw a familiar beast figure, Markus. He helped her up and asked if she was okay. “Yes… thank you. I’m sorry for being weak…” She mumbled out as he made sure she was okay.

Markus made sure she was safe and asked where she was going. “I… I don’t know. I just wanted to help. Have you seen Phoenix, or Alex?” Kaylessa asked as the two ran through the town. ”You’re asking about Alex? Him and Neden were talking about something at the cemetery and I heard a scream from over there.” A small druid said to Kay and Markus, seeming to appear out of nowhere. ”But so much has been going on and pretty sure Neden can take care of themself and Alex.” Before anyone else could say anything Kay took off towards the cemetery.

Kaylessa ran as fast as she could, ignoring everything around her as she headed towards the cemetery and when she arrived and dashed through the gate she saw two things that froze her in space. First was Neden, she now had large black wings coming out of her back that seemed to mezmerize Kay. And then she saw something that was much worse than Neden’s beautiful wings.. Alex clutching onto Phoenix who did not look so great. Kaylessa decided she would ask about Neden later and rushed over to Phoenix and Alex. She didn’t look as bad as they did, just a little dirty and a bruise on her face from being thrown into the ground. “What happened?!” She shouted, quickly putting her hands over the bloodied wound of Phoenix as the others explained what had happened.

Usually when Kaylessa used her powers, she would feel a little bit of herself drained of some energy and a warm glow come from her hands, but right now she was feeling nothing, as if her powers weren’t working and she wasn’t healing Phoenix. “I… It’s not working. I can’t heal him. Why can’t I heal him?” Kay kept trying and trying. She could heal Phoenix but she could feel some of his life essence draining from him. As she sat there with her hands over the wound some tears started rolling down from her eyes.

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At first, Alex thought that Phoenix must have been fine. He had to be fine. He’d… He’d taken down the hunter. He knew it was all just wishful thinking, there was just already so much blood. He felt like he was going to be sick, but nodded at Neden when they told him to do his best with the wound. Phoenix had been apologizing, and as much as Alex would have loved to have a heartfelt conversation, he needed to keep calm in this moment, and found himself repeating words that were spoken to him shortly after he’d been attacked, “Don’t- Don’t apologize. You never have to apologize for this. None of this is your fault.” He wasn’t talking solely about the attack, of course, and maybe Phoenix would understand, but he didn’t really expect Phoenix to be thinking about much apart from the pain he was feeling. “I know you’re in pain but we need to try to stop the bleeding, okay?”

Blood didn’t typically bother Alex, but seeing Phoenix this way was difficult. He hesitated for a brief moment, trying to decide if he should do something about Phoenix’s clothes, but ultimately decided that he didn’t want to waste the time. Phoenix could be more properly bandaged when they weren’t in so much immediate danger. He tried to work quickly, but his hands were shaking-he was scared. He didn’t want Phoenix slipping away, so he decided to try talking to him, “You’re gonna be okay, alright? I’m… I’m not leaving your side, okay? I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” It wasn’t long before Neden was telling him that he needed to get into town, and they were right, Alex just didn’t know how he was supposed to do that. Not that Phoenix was particularly large, but they were so close to the same size, and Alex was afraid he might hurt Phoenix more.

Before he really got the chance to work that out, though, he heard a gunshot, and suddenly Neden was apologising. At the gunshot, Phoenix flinched a little, but looked around nonetheless. “Neden?” he managed to force out. Alex had never felt more hopeless, or helpless. He didn’t know what he was supposed to, or what he even could do. He heaved a sob, “I’m so sorry, Phoenix. I’m trying, but I know it’s not good enough. I know. I was too late.” He went to brush Phoenix’s hair off his face, but just ended up smearing blood on his forehead.

Neden couldn’t be gone. That wasn’t right, it was too brutal a death, too harsh, too quick. And then Alex was apologising again, sobbing. It hit Phoenix then. It was too late for him. Alex wasn’t going to be able to get him to help quick enough. “Alex...I’m scared,” he sobbed.

Alex didn’t seem particularly phased when Neden walked back over, maybe he was too focused on Phoenix, or slightly in shock, or maybe he just didn’t care, but he genuinely didn’t seem to notice the changes at that moment. He shook his head, “He’s in pretty bad shape…”

His vision had gone blurry enough from the pain and the blood loss that he didn’t recognise the figure that approached Alex. He wanted to yell a warning, but just couldn’t get it out. And then he heard Neden’s voice. Not clear enough to hear what they were saying, but clear enough to know it was them. Was this what Alex meant by seeing spirits? Were they this familiar, this… soon? But he wasn’t ready to go. He could feel his vision starting to fade, feel himself starting to pass out from the blood loss. Instinctively, he grabbed Alex’s hand, hoping for something to anchor him to reality. But it wasn’t enough. Everything went black.

But only for a second. When he opened his eyes, he was gasping for air, feeling like he’d just surfaced from cold water. Everything looked the same, but he knew it wasn’t. Alex was still there, clutching… what Phoenix presumed had been his hand, except his body wasn’t there. And Neden-

Neden was there. Neden was there, and they were alive and… they had wings. Strong, powerful wings. Had… had they always had them? What had happened to them? The only other winged creature he knew were sirens like Rosie, and Neden wasn’t a siren. They were talking, but the words sounded as if they were coming from underwater. He couldn’t make them out, but he didn’t need to. He could see the tears streaming down Alex’s face regardless. Phoenix reached out, went to put a hand on Alex’s shoulder, but instead his hand passed straight through. “I’m sorry,” he murmured again. He sat cross-legged beside Alex, ignoring the tugging in his gut, telling him to go somewhere else. “I’m staying right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Phoenix had clutched his hand, and then his body went limp. Alex tried to tell himself that everything was going to be okay, but he swore he could almost feel a presence hovering nearby, but he told himself he was imagining it. Even if it were real, this was a graveyard at night, of course there were spirits here: he could see them everywhere he looked. He felt a heavy darkness settling into his heart, but before he could linger there, he heard Kay’s voice, and had she not immediately gone to help Phoenix, Alex may have all but thrown himself into her arms for comfort. When she asked what happened, he shook his head, “There was a hunter, and then…” He took a deep breath, he couldn’t even say the words. “It happened so fast, Kay.”

Then Kay said it wasn’t working, and that was when Alex knew that it was probably too late. For a moment, he felt like the ground had opened up to an endless abyss, and he was falling farther by the moment. Then he remembered something; when he’d been attacked, he’d almost died. They couldn’t heal him, either. He’d been so confused and had wandered away, he would’ve died had Violet not fetched him back from the beyond. He looked at Kay, “Kay, if you can, just keep trying. I…” He licked his lips nervously, “I have a plan.” He didn’t tell her that he had no idea if he could do it or not: he’d not gone fully into an incorporeal plane since he’d nearly died, and he was fairly sure it wasn’t going to be an easy task. He briefly looked around, and though he felt a faint presence to his side, he didn’t see Phoenix anywhere but laying in front of him. He chose to take that as a good sign. “I’ll be back, okay?”

He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind, but the sounds of the attack, the knowledge that he had no idea if this would work, the pain and pressure of potentially losing the person that he’d shared so much life with, it was all too much to bare. His heart began to race, and nothing but images of death and destruction filled his head. If he couldn’t pull this off, he knew he’d rather be dead, and if he couldn’t calm down, he knew he would fail. He opened his eyes and looked up to the night sky, pleading silently for some strength. Something inside him knew he couldn’t do it, and just when he’d given up and accepted it, closed his eyes for a moment of private grief, he felt something spark within him. It was familiar and entirely unknown all at once, but he was sure he knew what it was. He could almost feel the earth beneath him calling out to him, thanking him for the sacrifice he’d given. While he knew it wasn’t him, that this wasn’t his doing, there was so much blood on his hands. He didn’t think what he wanted to do required sacrifice, but maybe if he took responsibility for whatever arcane thing the spirits were planning, he could make it through the veil. “Okay,” He mumbled, barely letting the word past his lips. “Yes.” It was suddenly colder than he’d remembered. “Did I do it?” He asked, aloud. He looked ahead, as if to gage Kay’s reaction, but everything sounded like he was listening from underwater, and looked blurry; out of focus. He couldn’t even really see her face. It was, altogether, less disorenting when you weren’t dying, though.

It felt like ages, but was probably seconds, before he turned to the presence to his side. To Phoenix. They were there, sitting side-by-side. For a moment, it reminded Alex of childhood. Sitting in the backyard, looking at the stars far past time for bed. He wondered if they would have done things differently if they knew this was where they’d be. It took a second for him to find his voice, but when he did, he said, “Hey,” He saw his breath evaporating in the air; he was alive, and clearly not meant to be here. “We need to get you back, okay?”

Phoenix could feel his heart breaking as Kay rushed to his side, going to heal him straight away. It was too late. He knew it, could feel it in that constant, growing, almost overwhelming tugging feeling in his chest to go somewhere else. But he wasn’t leaving, not until he literally had no other choice. He could see it in Kay’s expression as she realised it wasn’t working, his wound wasn’t healing. He knew that staying was probably just prolonging the pain for all of them, but… he wasn’t ready to go.

And then he glanced back at Alex, and saw something like realisation spark in his expression. And then he closed his eyes. Phoenix watched, ignoring the worsening pull in his chest. He needed to see what Alex was trying to do, he needed to know.

And then he heard Alex’s voice, clear as day, not distorted like it had been. Did I do it? What exactly had he been trying to do? Phoenix was about to ask, and then Alex turned to look at him. His breath was a cloud in the air. Phoenix hadn’t even realised he hadn’t been able to see his own breath, but it probably made sense.

“What are you doing, you idiot? This isn’t safe for you, you shouldn’t be here.” It was only then that he fully processed what Alex had said. “I don’t- I don’t know if I can go back. I don’t think I’m supposed to.”

Of course, here there were, Phoenix nearly dead, and he was worried about Alex. “Don’t worry about me,” Alex said, sounding much more confident than he felt, “I’ll be fine, I’ve done this before.” He failed to mention that he’d been nearly dead, and had almost gotten himself and Violet both killed, but he didn’t think those details were necessary. When Phoenix said he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to go back, Alex just shook his head. “We do lots of things we aren’t supposed to, Phoenix. It’s… It’s what we do.” He paused, briefly. He knew that this place held a powerful sway over the dead and dying, he’d been here before, and he remembered that it was hard to resist, at first. The fact that Phoenix was even still here was a good sign, but if he wasn’t willing to go back himself, Alex wasn’t sure if there was much he could do. Not without some serious consequences, at the least. “Phoenix, I… I missed you. And, um…” He sighed, “I don’t like life without you around, so I’d rather not lose you today.” He reached out for Phoenix, but let his hand fall to the ground between them, instead.

He smiled a little as Alex reminded him that they had a habit of doing things they weren’t supposed to. That had been their entire lives together. They hadn’t ever listened to what they were supposed to do. But this wasn’t like his mom telling them to go to bed and them staying up playing Pokémon or watching cartoons or whatever. This was… bigger. Alex’s words made him sigh and look away a little.

“I… I missed you too, Alex. And I am so, so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you like that, back at the festival but… seeing you like that I… I couldn’t. I couldn’t watch, and I couldn’t help you, and I was so, so scared. And I was so powerless. And…” he managed a small smirk. “And then when it… happened to me, you still came and tried to save my ass. I just… it’s so strong, Alex. It’s so strong.”

Alex nodded, “Sorry I couldn’t do more.” He was quiet for a moment, “I didn’t see it in time, or I might’ve been able to stop it.” He sighed, “Or something. I was being selfish, wasting time. You’d think I’d know better, right?” He studied Phoenix for a short moment, as if he was afraid he’d forget his face if he looked away. “I can’t make you come back with me. Well, I probably could, but that would go horribly wrong, and that’s not really the point, I…” He shook his head, as if to force himself to stop talking. Babbling on wouldn’t do either of them any good, so on the off chance that he couldn’t convince Phoenix to at least try to return to his body to be healed, he said, “What happened at the festival wasn’t your fault. I was just angry at the world, at myself; I was feeling hurt, and I felt guilty, scared, and jealous.”

That was the closest thing to an apology Alex could muster, and he hoped it would be enough to ease the burden in both of their souls. “I know what this feels like, it’s horrible, and it’s tiring, and you feel like if you just listen to that pull you can finally rest, but…” He stopped, he could feel raw emotion building up inside of him, threatening to boil over, and he would be in danger if that happened. “So many people in this town love you, Phoenix. We can’t lose you.” He reached out and placed a tentative hand on Phoenix’s shoulder, “I’ll help you, if you’re willing to try.”

It felt… good to finally be talking like this. They’d never fought before, never had to apologise for anything, and it felt like there was a weight being lifted from Phoenix’s chest. They should never have led it get that far, and he wished they could have had it under different circumstances. But they’d said what they needed to say.

And Alex was right. The constant tug in his chest was exhausting, and there was a tiny part of him that just wanted to… let go and follow it. But he was far too scared to do that. He didn’t need convincing to try. But before he could say that, the tug suddenly strengthened, almost taking his breath away, almost overwhelming his self control. He gasped a little. “We have to try. I’m… I’m not ready to go yet. But we need to do it now. Tell me what I need to do,” he said, instinctively covering Alex’s hand with his own, clutching on him like an anchor all over again. The contact made it easier to ignore the almost overwhelming pull, and he grabbed Alex’s other hand almost without thinking.

With his hands in Phoenix’s, Alex suddenly realized he wasn’t fully sure of what to do. It had been so instinctual when it was him, and he quickly tried to think of what to tell Phoenix to do, “I remember that I just had to go back,” He shook his head, “You haven’t gone far, so it shouldn’t be too difficult.” He turned his head to look at Phoenix’s body, and then out towards the town. He didn’t know if Phoenix was going to have the ability to do this on his own, and if he was being honest, he didn’t remember how he’d done it, himself. He didn’t feel like he’d done anything special, but he remembered what Violet had said to him, “It helps to focus on your life, the things you don’t want to lose.” He found himself squeezing Phoenix’s hands, as if he was afraid he would blow away if he let go.

Alex could still feel the raw power from Phoenix’s blood, even as the ground soaked it up; he could feel the pull, right in his chest. It practically called out to him, demanding he do more. It would be rude to waste so much human blood. Besides, there was a nice fresh body, plenty of healthy, robust spirits. And here he was, wasting his time on one that was about to move on. He almost physically shook his head at the thought; Phoenix wasn’t a waste of time, that wasn’t him, but he wasn’t sure where it came from. “Phoenix,” His voice was steady, sure, “Go back. It’s not time to rest.” It wasn’t a request, or even direction. It was almost a command, but gentler. “Thank you for everything, but I still need you.”

The pulling was only getting stronger, to the point that Phoenix was becoming sure that Alex’s hands clutched in his were the only reason he hadn’t gone yet. When he’d first arrived, “back” had felt… closer. As if he was just beneath the surface of the lake, but now he was sinking, too deep to swim back. But he tried. He pushed back against the pull fighting back. It felt useless, it felt impossible, but he pushed, focusing on that feeling of Alex’s hands in his. And then he heard Alex speaking. I need you. And all of a sudden, the pull was gone, or maybe Phoenix pulled some last strength from somewhere, but he gave one last push-

And opened his eyes, his body reflexively taking a gasp of air and starting to cough. The air was cold against his skin, he could feel his own blood soaked in to his shirt and sticking to his skin, he could feel the steadiness of the ground beneath him. He was back. He was back. He’d done it. The realisation almost made him laugh with relief.

“Alex-” he said, pushing himself upright, ignoring the slight spinning in his head as he did so. “We did it,” he said, still a little breathless, but smiling, smiling so wide.

One moment, Alex was wondering if it was working, or if he should give up and start saying his goodbyes. Then Phoenix was gone. Wait! Phoenix was gone? Panic gripped Alex for a moment, but then he heard muffled laughter, and he knew it had worked. He didn’t know why, or how, but it worked. Phoenix did it. It was when Alex heard a distant, otherworldly rumbling that he remembered just how much danger he was in.

It was time for both of them to go home, if they could. He finally let himself relax, and quickly found himself back in a more corporeal form. He suddenly felt exhausted, all of his muscles sore. Still, he couldn’t resist returning Phoenix’s smile with one of his own, tired as he was. “You did it.” He reached out to hug Phoenix, a part of him fiercely relieved, and another horribly afraid to hurt him. In the end, Alex had him in a firm, but gentle, embrace. “Never do anything like that again, you idiot.”

Phoenix returned Alex’s embrace, but held on as tightly as he could, smiling into Alex’s shoulder. “I’ll try not to make a habit of it,” he laughed, moving away to look Alex in the face again. Alex, who had literally risked his life, and probably his soul, to save Phoenix. And even if he himself didn’t know it, Phoenix wasn’t sure that he had brought himself back at all. There had been a moment where he thought the fight had won- and Alex had pulled him back. He’d literally saved Phoenix’s life. He couldn’t have done it alone. And maybe it was the fact he was still a little dizzy, maybe it was the fact his heart was still pounding with the adrenaline of it all, maybe it was everything about the scenario, maybe it had nothing to do with it. But Phoenix leaned in and kissed Alex, a hand moving up to cradle Alex’s cheek as he did so.

To say that Alex was surprised was, perhaps, an understatement. For a second, he acted almost like he didn’t know what to do. Maybe it was something about the relief of Phoenix surviving, or how this whole ordeal had reminded him of feelings he thought he’d buried and forgotten years ago, but Alex found himself kissing Phoenix back, hands grabbing at the back of Phoenix’s shirt. He gave Phoenix a soft, and almost sad sort of smile as they broke the kiss. “We should go.” Almost as an afterthought, he added, “Before someone else almost dies.”

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KAYLESSA VALVEN
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xxx If I'm a bad person, you don't like me
xxx Well, I guess I'll make my own way
xxx It's a circle, a mean cycle
xxx Sometimes I wanna fuckin' scream or run away,
xxxI can't excite you anymore

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Tears were rolling down Kaylessa’s cheeks as she kept trying to heal Phoenix, and it should have been working but it wasn’t. She couldn’t lose Phoenix, one of her best friends that listened to her ramble and just let her be herself without complaining. All the times of hanging out as his cafe and just sit on the counter and talk while he was cleaning and closing up shop, would never happen again if he would to leave. She didn’t want to even think of the word die or death, she didn’t want to accept it.

It was when Alex said he had a plan and to keep trying. Kaylessa was confused at what he meant, not entirely sure what plan or what he could do that would help Phoenix since she was the one to be known for healing people. Alex then closed his eyes, and Kay could feel as if he spirit wasn’t there. She felt Neden’s hand on her shoulder and turned to look back at them. “What, what’s going on?” She asked, wiping away some of the tears on her face.

The two left in the living world sat there waiting, Kaylessa occasionally trying to heal Phoenix again but nothing coming from it and then just staring at Alex. He looked peaceful at this moment, unmoving and full of serenity. She reached over and gently grabbed Alex’s arm, lightly rubbing it and waiting for him to come back. “Please…” Kay mumbled under her breath and taking a glance back at Phoenix who still hadn’t moved since she showed up. She was scared, she had never really lost anyone close to her before, and the closest thing to that was her mother leaving, but she promised they would see each other again and Kaylessa would be taken care of in Greythorne. Right now she never had a chance to say anything to Phoenix, not even a goodbye or a thank you for being her friend.

But then there was a gasping for air and Phoenix sat up. This scared Kaylessa at first, letting out a little squeak and making her back off a second as she was frightened, but then filled with joy as Phoenix was alive. “Phoenix!” Kay shouted with joy with a smile on her face. He was alive, and she was happy she wouldn’t have to mourn the death of a friend right now. She wanted to give him a big hug and let him know how happy she was he was still with them, but knew to give Alex a chance first, the two were best friends and knew they would be happy. Kaylessa at this point was standing as she filled with joy and energy, but then in one moment that all went away and she froze. Phoenix had kissed Alex, and he was kissing him back.

Kaylessa was confused and full of a whole assortment of emotions. She didn’t understand. Kay had told Phoenix everything, confessed how she felt about Alex even wanting to talk to him about everything, about them. But right now she was frozen in disbelief, not knowing how to feel exactly. Why wouldn’t Phoenix tell her how he felt about Alex? But then she realised it wasn’t his fault. No, it was hers.

Before either of them turned to talk to her, before they could notice how she felt and the tears forming in her eyes, Kaylessa took off running. How could she be so dumb to not to understand what was between Alex and Phoenix? How could she be so pathetic to actually believe Alex likes her the way she liked him? How could she be so stupid not to see that? And many more questions rushed through Kay’s mind as tears fella off her face and she ran, away from Alex, away from the fight, away from everyone.

Kaylessa ran with tears falling down her face, not even taking the time to wipe them away as she pushed through bushes and under branches. She finally had to stop when she entered a clearing at the edge of the lake. She spotted a tree that she used to climb a lot when she was younger a few hundred feet away and darted towards it. Kay looked across the frozen lake, the moonlight glistening off the thin sheet of ice that had started to form with the temperature dropping. She wiped her tears away and started climbing up, eventually maneuvering her body on a long branch that hung over the lake.

Kay sat with her legs hanging off the branch and just staring across the lake. At this distance there was much less screaming and yelling, the gunshots sounded distant. “Why am I so stupid? Of course Alex doesn’t like me. I should have known.” She asked herself in between sniffs and wiping her eyes and her runny nose. She didn’t want to go back into tow, she didn’t want to face Alex or Phoenix with her shame. Violet and Jaiden were even there when Kaylessa was asking Phoenix about Alex, they probably thought of her as an idiot for how she felt.

“Maybe I should run away… Never come back. No one will miss me, Alex-” Kaylessa was talking out loud when the branch was on suddenly broke, causing her to scream before sending her and the branch crashing through the ice of the lake below. The fall knocked the wind out of Kay so when she went to try to breathe she took in a mouthful of water and accidentally swallowed, her throat burning from the ice cold water. She tried to scream for help but couldn’t get enough air into her lungs, just struggling against the water and the layer of ice above her. Kay could barely fight against the water as her limbs started to feel heavy, her vision started to delude until she finally felt a calmness as she slowly closed her eyes. The last thing to cross Kaylessa's mind was the last word she had said before falling, Alex.