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Alara Azlea Parker

"Actions speak so much more than words..."

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a character in “Paranormal Lovers”, as played by jigokunoshinzo

Description

The Sister with the Raven Hair

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Nickname(s):
Lu, Azlea, Azzy, Aly

Age (Real Age):
23

Gender:
Female


Looks (descriptive + must include height – anything not in, or not apparent in, the picture!)
Mimi is tall, slender, willowy and very delicate looking. Her skin is as pale as snow and her eyes are a very icy blue framed with black lashes. Her long locks of black hair fall down to her hips. Her neck is long and elegant and her arms are also long and lean. Mimi's legs are lanky but at the same time.. slender and toned. She goes out for long runs to try to stay fit and healthy. She is approximately six feet tall and one hundred twenty five pounds. She prefers to dress in dark colors such as black, violet, and indigo. She likes to wear short dresses that will show off her height but is very modest of her top self. There is also a tattoo on the back of her neck of a raven. She got it when she was younger and touches it when she gets nervous. .

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Occupation (mostly relevant to the sisters):
Alara is a newly made lawyer. She's studied very hard for this and has finally graduated college. Alara might not seem to be a lawyer type but she has strong passion for justice and equality and such.

Personality/History:
Alara is the dark, silent type. She talks only when spoken to and if there's something really bothering her. She's observant, serious, and intimidating. Looking dark and moody emphasizes her traits. She's clever, calculating and manipulative. Her parents turned into angry dictators after Sapphire left. Alara hates how they try to control her life but she doesn't show it. She just nods, smiles and continues doing what she's doing. It's not like she obeys her parents, she just has no taste for doing what Sapphire does. Alara would prefer to go into the woods with a good book than spend the night drinking and hooking up with guys. It’s obvious to say that Alara has not been in many relationships.

She is usually the mastermind behind all the fundraisers and charity events. Though she doesn’t look passionate, she really sympathies with a lot of things and tries to help as much as possible... hence being a lawyer. She has a strong sense of justice and equality. She hates how people can be unfair and decided to go into a profession that would enable her to actually do something about it. She just isn’t very open with her actions/emotions. She does what she can and that’s that. '

Maybe it all started when she was picked on when she was younger. It was later found out that the boy just had a crush on her but Alara was already hurt to care. She adores her sisters though and is very talkative and open with them. She trusts them with her life and tries to shield her younger sister from the world’s horrors.


Other:
She believes intelligence is very important.
She swore she would never marry a guy that made a lower salary than her.
Alara adores dark chocolate and cakes.
Her favorite animal is the wolf.


Post (this is merely an example of how you would act your character):
Alara sighed as her mom screamed... again. Sapphire was on the phone and it seemed Mom was getting worked up again.. She rolled her icy eyes. She had no idea why Sapph had even bothered calling in the first place. Honestly... It never ended well for anyone. The girl started packing her things again and felt a wave of elation. She was moving out! Her last client had paid more than she asked for and now... Alara couldn't help but reveal a small happy smile. It was wonderful. She may not seem all that excited but if anyone knew her, a smile was the equivalent to a delighted squeal of some sorts. Her parents weren’t aware that she was leaving... but they’d do all they could to keep her home... their favorite child.

Alara thought of her younger sister and started feeling guilty. Maybe she should invite her with her? It wasn’t a big apartment though... and.. Alara shook the thought away. Sapphire hadn’t taken Alara with her. Besides, Haven was a sweet girl that didn’t know how to get annoyed or uncomfortable. She was such an innocent thing. If only her interests weren’t in flowers, then she would be the favored child. the rain outside was starting to clear up and the 'pitter patter' of the drops hitting her window seemed to slow.

The raven haired girl zipped up her suit case and started creeping down the stairs. Crap. Alara put on a blank face even though it was emotionless to begin with.

“Where do you think you’re going?” She looked at her mother. “It’s almost dinner time.”

“Well... Mother, I am going over to my new apartment.”: Alara stated politely. It was hard not to get annoyed at the expressions crossing her parent’s face. Shock, hurt, anger, confusion...

“Who gave you permission?” This question made her crack a blank smile.

“Mother... I need no one’s permission but my own. I have been a legal adult for quite some time now.” Alara walked passed her. If she was to stay in this house...no this prison.. for another moment. It seemed she would burst.

“Alara! Alara! Come back here!” The middle daughter just slammed her car door and drove away. Her pale hands gripped the steering wheel and she wondered why she hadn’t done this sooner.
The sun was starting to peek out and the rain had completely stopped. It felt like she was finally free.

So begins...

Alara Azlea Parker's Story

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It was another day and Alara was walking along the streets to work. She loved her job and was quite proud of it.... not that any one could tell, but her boss was such a moron sometimes. On some days he was so sweet and got her coffee and such... then he would ask her out to dinner and she'd decline.. as she always did and for the next coupld of weeks, he'd sulk and act like a compete ass. Maybe she should ask to be transferred to a different branch. It would certainly keep her life a lot more stable. But that would mean leaving some of the people she worked with and that would suck. Yeremy was an awesome person to work with and he could be nice and fun. The ideal man... Alara supressed a smile as she thought of her co-worker. He was a little higher in the rankings since he was older but he treated her as if she was an equal. That was probably the best part of him.

Alara kept walking, stopping only to help a little girl and her younger brother cross the road safely. Where were their parents? the young woman just ran a hand through her long black hair and walked into the law firm. It was warm and cozy.

"Hello, Miss. A!" the new intern trotted over to her and handed Alara a warm mug of tea. "How are you? You look gorgeous today."
Alara nodded her head at him. "I'm well, Jackson, and yourself?" She ignored the compliment. In experience, she realized it was best to overlook them and pretend they never said it than thanking them. He gave her a wide happy grin and stated telling her all the details of his day to her. Alara, being Alara just nodded and listened patiently though actualy, she just wanted to shove his face into the wall and leave him there. It was kinda annoying listening to him try to impress her.

Ten minutes later, Alara was grabbing her papers and walking out of that building, her black heeled boots clicking against the cement sidewalk almost with relief. Tucking her bag underneath one arm she went up to the counter of the cafe and ordered a hot chocolate. After she paid, she took a seat in a cozy little booth and started looking over her work papers.


Yeremy Markovich


The demon king's advisor was just making his rounds around the palace, making sure everything was running smoothly. Thankfully, he only had to reprimand someone once for spilling some tea. Some demons were so incompetant these days. Yeremy put on a smile as a high ranking subject, though not as high as himself, came up to talk to him. Fools, the lot of them. It was amazing how they've survived this long. So many of them had lost half their brains from living so long, losing the will to even live. Pathetic weaklings. The world was better off without them.

Yeremy was even beginning to think that humans were much more pleasant and interesting to be around. One woman in particular kept popping into his mind. Alara Parker was an interesting creatures indeed. He could never figure out what she was thinking. Her face was always so blank but if you listened carefully, her voice said otherwise. Funny, really and a challenge to his bored mind.

He smiled and excused himself from the man's presence without hearing a single word. A couple of servant girls came and offered him some tea. Of course he declined with a pleasant smile. Most people loved him after all. Except those that new his true personality. Such as... the servant girl Lena. The thought of her put a cruel amused glint in his eyes. Poor girl was living with demons. Demons much stronger than her. It was just so easy to push her around and tease her.

"Lena, love." His lips curved up as she walked toward him. "Off to clean the king's room, yes?" He paused for a moment. "Better hurry, darling, he may be here sooner than you know it."

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Alara was feeling relaxed and enjoying her cup of tea more than usual when her cell phone rung. Mildly iritated at being disturbed, the raven haried beauty took it out of her bag and pressed the accept call button.

"Hello?" her voice was soft but firm, holding a note of confidence in her voice. She hadn't really looked at the number so she wasn't sure who it was.

"Alara, it's Norman." Oh.. it was one of her few tolerated associates. That made sense. He usually would call her once in a while though not in an annoying, creepy way like her stalker boss.

"Good evening, what can I do for you?" She asked, keeping her voice light and casual, yet distant.

"Got you a new client. I'm not sure how much you can actually do for him since he's obviously... a little... crazy but you're free aren't you?" His voice was kind of rushed. Guess it was a bad client.. Well, she did have a little time on her hands. She would be able to to take the job.

"Sure, but can I have a little more information?" Alara was starting to get curious and a little bit excited.

"The name is Narek Tane, he's been charged with assault and battery, destruction of public property, and 17 counts of declaring himself King of the Lykaes." Norman's voice was slightly irritated and maybe even a little fearful...? Alara started shoving her papers into her bag.

"Well, I'm sure that you still have him in custody, Officer Norman?" The young lawyer asked. The man answered affirmative and she headed back out of the cafe with her hot drink still in hand. "I shall be there in ten minutes,"
She walked quickly and pulled over a cab to take her to the station. It wasn't far at all and she did get there fairly soon. Alara took a deep breath and pulled open the door before stepping in.

"Alara, he's right in here, come this way please." Officer Norman was seated at a desk but stood to greet her. She nodded at him and followed the man into a room.

"Lawyer's here. Be grateful to her. She came even when I called her last minute." Officer Norman said quickly before scurrying out the door. Alara glanced at the officer once but turned her attention to her new client.

"I'm Alara Parker and I'll be representing you at court." She began, finally taking in the client's appearance. He did not look very happy....

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Narek watched the Norman meat come in but quickly leave, leaving a woman behind. This was the best they could muster for him? The urge to simply break through and walk away from the potential blood bath seemed all the more better than having to deal with, with, a... Narek lost his train of thought, staring at this human. It wasn't a love connection, something opposite that was odd enough to pick up.

He had been standing in a corner, leaning on the wall and scratching away at it. It left a clear indication of something sharp rubbing against it several times. He proceeded to sit down in his chair at the dented metal table.

"Are you a friend of that Norman? He was able to summon you on short notice, and he does not seem like one to command such power unless there is some other reason. That insignificant spec could not hold such strength as I. And you, thinking you can stand for me in this 'court'?" Narek was not in a happy mood, but killing this woman could not be a good idea. Killing her would then mean he would have to slaughter even more humans, which would be bad. Of course that depends on his agenda, causing such a scene could only lead into the search of him and his clan. But it will also mean the end of this silliness.

"Speak quickly, for I grow impatient with this sickly cell."

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Alara


"He's a friend," Alara answered curtly to his first question. "You aren't in a very good situation here, Narek. I'm your best chance, otherwisse you're going to jail." She gazed at him with unreadable dark eyes. This man seemed to be very... arrogant and hot tempered. How irritating... Alara took a seat across from him and took out a couple papers Norman had given her.

"Any excuses you want to give me before we begin?" She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Any reason you assaulted those people or called yourself a - what was it- a Lykae King?" If Alara wasn't so self diciplined, she might have rolled her eyes. "We're living in this modern society, sir. It doesn't look good for you to call yourself a king." She used this moment to survey him and couldn't help but linger on his muscular arms. Damn. She wouldn't want to be assaulted by those. But the young lawyer kept her face and voice blank as she had perfected. "These are serious charges, sir. You won't be able to get away freely, I'm sorry to say. There will be some consequences for these... offenses."

Narek spoke really formally, Alara noticed. She wasn't sure to be impressed or just annoyed. Oh geez. She was getting annoyed. Because of this man and his ridiculous temper, she may not have time to meet up with her sisters tommorow.


Yeremy


Curse them all. Yeremy was bored again. He was hesitating but it seemed that he should make up his mind. He didn't really care what she thought but... would he even find any amusement?

With long quick strides, Yeremy was climbing the stairs that led up to the King's chambers. Lena should be finished cleaning. It had been a couple hourse after all. The demon advisor clicked his tongue irritably as the feeling of restlessness started coming at him, overwhelming him. Why was the need to move so great? It wasn't even sunny out. Nope. It was evening, getting later and darker by the second.

He spotted the small form and exhaled in relief. He could get out of there.

"Lena, dear. We're going to go out." He gave her a dark look. "If the King hasn't come home by now, it is most possible that he will be out for most of the night." Yeremy grabbed Lena's slim wrist in his large hand, but not too tightly.

"Let's have a little fun tonight, shall we, love?" His eyes glowed almost eerily in the dim lighting of the room. It felt like the darkness was consuming him. He needed to leave the castle. However, he didn't really feel like going out alone or with some human. Just someone he didn't really have to hide his personality with. Unfortunately, there was only Lena.

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Alara


She listened silently as he went on his little rant and started feeling contempt and utter disgust for him

"Fine, let's say you are king... Who would respect a man that can't keep his temper in check?" She let the disdain ooze out of her voice, looking him in the eyes. With people like this, she had to show her superiority. Alara was the one in control and this man... was the... prize? No, the word didn't seem to fit exactly, but she figured she could find a different word later. "What sane person would let them rule over them? They must be fools,"

Alara jotted down the reasons that Narek had stated. "Let's be clear on this..." She paused to let her cold tone of voice sink in. "I have no desire to be 'friends', it's people like you that make the world a bitter place. You can scratch your own back, I'll merely supervise and get you out of this mess you got yourself into."

She wasn't sure if her words even made any sense but she was sure the meaning was clear. She didn't like him. People like him repulsed her and she would do her job. Damn, if Norman hadn't called... if it had been someone else, Alara would have just walked out of there. "Obviously, you think of yourself very highly, however, in the court room, the judge is king and you will address him with the preferred title of, 'your honor'. Failure to do so, will be a strike against you. Another thing, do not speak unless I tell you to. With that mouth of yours, you might even lengthen your sentence or punishment."

Alara ran a hand through her thick black hair, out of her pale angular face. "It's your choice, really. Cooperate, or don't"


Yeremy


He gazed down at the servant girl and couldn't help but crack a blank, empty smile. It kind of amused him to feel her shake under his grip. Even as she spoke casual words, her voice held the fear she felt for him. Who wouldn't fear him at his state? Hell... even he didn't really know what to think anymore.

"Come along then." He walked fast, knowing Lena would stumble at his pace. His face and mind felt frozen, his jaw was clenched tight and his hands were clenched. He could feel his nails dig into the girl's flesh and felt the beating of her rapid pulse. Or was he imagining it.... On the way back down the stairs, Yeremy put on the mask of pleasantry as the two met up with the captain of the guards.

"Captain Skylar. Good evening." Yeremy dipped his slightly, swiftly. He did not need to do more as he was higher in ranking. Yeremy continued to walk down the stairs and took a turn to a hall that would lead to the outdoors. The urge to lose all self control was rapidly eating at him and he burst through the doors with his shoulder.

The cold air hit his handsome face and he started running. Yeremy didn't know where or why but he started running anyway. Before he did though, he tossed Lena onto his shoulder. She wouldn't be able to keep up and she weighed almost nothing.
Yeremy must have ran for about an hour when he came to a sudden stop at a large oak tree. He stood still for a moment before setting the servant down. Yeremy sank to the ground against the rough bark of the tree, head in his hands.

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Alara


"Very few..." Alara let a small smirk curl her lips. "I guess that you use fear to rule your... kingdom?" She was just humoring him. There were no kingdoms anymore. Not that she knew of anyway.

"What would you have me do, dress like a jester and dance around while telling humorous jokes? Play a myriad of instruments to the judges content? Perhaps throw my self onto the floor and ask for eternal forgiveness." Narek said bitterly and she rolled her eyes.

"There isn't a need to be so melodramatic." She leaned over to him, her eyes piercing his own. Her fingers pressed into the table. "However, you are obviously in the wrong. When it is your turn to speak, you will ask forgiveness. No matter the offense, violence is usually not the answer." Alara spoke in a low, cold tone. "I don't know where you come from, but here, if you hit someone, they have the total right to press charges."

Either Narek wasn't from here or he was one of those super rich boys that got away with everything because of their parents money. Maybe they both applied to him. Narek definitly seemed spoiled to the core. A rich brat. Alara sighed and flicked away a piece of her black hair.

"Are you willing to do as I say? Or should I leave right now and leave you to defend yourself?" Alara asked, she was getting impatient. "I have no wish to work with someone who will ruin my reputation."


Yeremy


Her soft voice was in his ears. Yeremy almost didn't understand what she had said. He had expected her voice ot shake, to tremble... to be filled with fear as it usually was. This time it was filled with curiosity and maybe sincerity. Should he be honest with her. His pale face was tight and weary but his full pink lips cracked into a blank, bitter grin.

"No, my lord." She said quietly, shrugging slightly. Her eyes still watched him and he raised his head to peer back at her brown eyes. "But... I'm... curious as to why you brought me here. Why you took me with you. And... I'd like to know how I can help."

"Let's see..." Yeremy trailed off, his right index finger tracing a pattern in the dirt. What should he say? Should he return her sincerity with his own? Why not? It isn't as if what she thought mattered. Even if she told people what he said to her, no one would believe a word she said. He was Yeremy Markovich after all. The Demon King's faithful advisor.

"It feels like I'm losing myself," He spoke softly, it was the first time he spoke the dreaded words aloud, and it almost made him lash out. At what... at who.. he didn't know but the urge was still there. "Nothing seems to matter anymore. I don't find anything about life enjoyable. It's almost as if I'm already dead." Yeremy stood up, feeling the need to stretch his long legs. "That thought alone makes me crazier than I already am." He smiled up at the sky. But it was an empty motion.

"As for what you could do for me...." Yeremy turned and looked down at Lena, making direct eye contact. He reached into his coat pocet and pulled out a small gleaming knife. Despite its size, the weapon was obviously sharp and deadly. "Slit my throat,"

He repeated it in a whisper. "Slit my throat with this if you feel anything for me." It shouldn't be too hard. Lena, he was aware of, had always hated him. She probably dreamed of stabbing him at night. Yeremy knew he was desipicable. But the thing was, he wasn't sure if he wanted to live or die.

This... test would show if he had any will to live. If he still had some, Yeremy's instincts would kick in and he would be able to disarm Lena in a heart beat. If not... then he would die.

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Lena


She started walking just as Yeremy did, but she kept quiet like lways when someone else spoke. Every time he finished a sentence, she could sense he was not yet done, and so, she waited as was her custom. He had taken the knife from her, which relieved her quite a lot. Took the dilemma out of her hands, thankfully. Though some of his words, as she listened, eyes on him at all times, having no trouble walking without watching her steps, disturbed her. Mostly because they were... unexpected. This whole night had been so very unexpected. Gods, did she miss the king's company right now. Her blissfully simple king, who kept himself as sane as a demon could be, and didn't punch hole in everything she knew and was used to.

Lena wasn't very good with change; never had been, and this night with Yeremy had been nothing but. Her eyes narrowed slightly when he spoke of leaving. She might never have been his biggest fan, but leaving the king was treason. There were things to be expected of an adviser. Having been with the king for so long, Yeremy had information and knowledge about the kingdom and its ruler that should never get out of his head. This also meant that that specific post, just like that of personal servant, were life long commitments. To leave was punishable by death. That was what the law said, and she should know... she'd read every book she could get her hands on, when she had time. Knowledge like that was valuable, especially because she had no physical strength to brag about.

Lena sighed when she finally had the feeling that Yeremy was done talking, and looked around her, at the beautiful moon, the stars, the dark night lit by these, and then at Yeremy. He was so casual with her right now, she felt she should be with him too, but centuries of punishment for one wrong word, had branded the instinct of humble obedience and politeness into her. So instead, Lena kept the usual tone, though she attempted to stay honest. She truly was grateful that he'd try and help her. She was also grateful, though puzzled, that the man had told her he would never make her life hell again. This was altogether a weird conversation to have with Yeremy, but she saw something in him here, in this moment, that she didn't think she'd ever seen in a demon before... kindness. He was being kind to her. Her, of all people.

The king tolerated her, and he bordered on kind sometimes, but true kindness and a desire to make a amends... help her. It was surprising, and she didn't want to let it go. If this Yeremy disappeared, just when she'd met him, she was certain she'd break down. She has waited for so torturously long for just one demon to speak to her kindly, merely out of feeling like it, and here he was... doing just that. She knew it was selfish, but she couldn't just let him walk away. Not only because of the whole treason thing, but because she thought perhaps he was what she to stay sane herself.

"My lord is being kind," Lena said, letting whatever she was feeling show in her eyes... on her face. "But, I fear my lord is being rash. I beg you to reconsider your wish to leave his grace. My lord has been hiding many things, I can tell as much, but I must ask whether or not talking has helped. I have read it has such effects on many." Lena, though speaking, continued her walk with Yeremy, drawing a deep breath once she stopped talking. She had had a bit of trouble phrasing it without sounding like she knew better than him, or that she feared for him. She merely thought she... perhaps needed him. Maybe in time, she would be able to speak more freely too.


Bowen


Bowen had spent the last hour tracking his brother's scent, growing impatient and a bit more annoyed than he had been when he left the mansion, with the hopes that Belle would be good for James. When the trail led him straight to the police station, Bowen couldn't quite suppress the growl deep in this throat. It was a menacing sound, making a nearby couple scurry away from him. He had a predator's air about him, he knew. It was something only alpha males had, and Bowe definitely had Alpha-material, however... Narek was king, and though Bowe's instincts sometimes had him fucking frustrations out of his system, he accepted that. He didn't want to be king anyway; only his instincts did, and those... Bowe could not change. He was programmed a certain way.

Bowe straightened his casual suit, blazer open to reveal a white button-up shirt with two buttons open at the neck, and walked into the station. He wore no tie; he never did, but his attire was as always, collected and professional in the human world. He saw some lone guy at a desk, and took a deep breath, calming himself. If he was to get his brother out of yet another mess, it wouldn't do that he appeared just as menacing, so instead he calmly walked to the guy. The conversation was short. Bowen was told that his brother was with a lawyer, where-after he had calmly and perhaps with a bit of cold intimidation, informed the guy that he didn't much care for such practicalities, and that he had the power to put him out of a job if he didn't let him in, so... as they always did, the guy let him pass. There was no lie in the matter. Bowe had spent a lot of time in the human world. He was the reason they were all so well-off, and he had some serious contacts you did not want to mess with.

Bowe didn't spend unnecessary time talking to the officer, so he merely stalked to the room and walked straight inside, no knocking whatsoever. As he closed the door behind him, his gaze flickered from ravenhaired woman, to furious king. Great, so he's in a good mood then, Bowen thought ironically as he cleared his throat to make sure he had everyone's attention before he spoke, eyes on the lawyer. She was young for a lawyer. Most likely new, fresh out of college, he gathered.

"Hello," he said, presenting the woman with a big, calloused hand, "My name is Bowen Tane and I'm here to post bail for my brother there. Please, do not argue with me on this one. I have had a very long day, and I presume you'd rather go home than spend any unnecessary time here aswell." His words weren't hostile, nor were they friendly. They simply were, just like tone of voice and everything in his expression, but the usual vibe people got off of him, were intimidating enough as it was, to every human. He wasn't exactly trying to scare the woman, as she had yet to deny him anything, but he did make it his business to appear a professional business man, and he knew his Lykae-origin only added to that specific air of power successful men often had.

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Alara


She gazed cooly at the intruder without any interest and looked him over. "I'm sorry. Narek's charges are too serious for me to let him out on bail. You can come visit him tomorrow." Her voice was pretty cold and unsympathetic like she had mastered it to be. He was dressed nicely, expensively and impressively. However... that would not work on her. She didn't like people that liked showing off their wealth. It was bothersome and annoying. "I apologize for causing you trouble, sir, but I'm afraid that he must stay here over night until the trial the next morning." Alara tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and checked her silver watch. It was getting late and she was becoming tired of this little... spat.

"I'm sure the little Lykae King can handle one night in a cell, I'm sure." She let herself say, leaving her tone biting and sarcastic as she wanted it to sound. No wonder Narek was so pompous. He obviously had money. Stupid rich jerks and their wealth.... Alara silently fumed as she waited for the man to move out of the door way so she could exit. Did she really look that young? Obviously if she let Narek leave, she'd be breaking the law and lose her credibility. Gosh. If she lost that so soon.... Alara would probably explode. As a new lawyer, she had only been assigned smaller, simpler tasks but she had won all of them. Alara had taken as many extra night and summer courses as she could, graduating two years earlier than she had even hoped. Sure, she was the little newbie but her rep was slowly and surely getting more and more impressive. How could she lose that after all the work she's put into it? She stifled a sigh. "I've had a long day, sir. So please don't argue with me." He better not try to bribe her... or she'd arrest him or something.


Yeremy


Yeremy tensed as he realized that Lena was walking along side him. She hadn't ever done that before. Lena would normally trail a few feet behind, her head lowered. That was the role of a servant. Honestly, she had it a bit better than most since the king had always been on her side. However, it had not stopped the guards from using her for their own pleasures. Yeremy was thankful that he had never touched her in that way. Or used her like that. He wasn't that much of a monster. And besides that, many human women were willing to spend the night with him. All he had to do was follow them to their house... He knew he was attractive and had used that to his advantage.

He turned to her as her soft voice spoke. Strange... she wanted him to stay. Yeremy had thought she would be ecstatic... The girl was certainly unpredictable. "I know it will most likely be determined as treason. But I'm a smart and clever man." He wasn't being conceited. It was a fact that most knew about him. "And I know the king better... better than he probably knows himself. It wouldn't be hard to hide from him." But wait... what if he was being too rash? Talking had actually started to make himself feel lighter. More healthy and not as burdened. The noises in his mind had quieted some too.

"But maybe you are right." He offered a small smile, shoving his hands into his pockets. "What would Sabine do without me here to advise him?"

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Character Portrait: Lena of Anguaren Character Portrait: Yeremy Markovich Character Portrait: Narek Tane Character Portrait: Uriel Maion Character Portrait: Alara Azlea Parker Character Portrait: Devyn Petrova Character Portrait: Bowen Tane
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Devyn


Devyn had been watching colour slowly return on Uriel’s face and couldn’t help a wry smile when he cupped her cheek and told her to be mad. Fortunately for him, she rarely got violent when she got mad, but it happened once in a while, and she had a feeling he wouldn’t think he very sexy after she ruined his beautifully sculptured face. He was, after all, nothing if not vain. She didn’t move her head from his grip, even though she found it slightly degrading, but she didn’t have to, because he removed it himself in no time. That was probably a pretty good idea; she was guessing Uriel wouldn’t take kindly to having his hand chopped off. She still had her chakram attached to her by her belt, even it if was disguised as a weird, black, round purse, and she wasn’t exactly afraid to use it.

Devyn laughed softly when Uriel asked her to get off. She knew perfectly well why he wanted her to move, because it wasn’t that he didn’t like her on his lap, but rather that he liked it a little too much. It was amusing and a little bit of a confidence boost. She knew Uriel was no newbie, and through the years he had to have been training his own endurance to all things sexual, so the fact that she got his reaction from him, even though she was pretty sure he didn’t want it right now, was oh so satisfactory. She still couldn’t resist the urge to play a little before she did as he’d asked her to, though. Honestly she was feeling herself grow just as lustful as Uriel, with the effects of the blood flowing through her veins, along with his naked torso, boner and intense eyes? Honestly, she was merely grateful her bra was hiding her attraction to him.

However, not one to just do as he said, Devyn flashed him a stunning, mischievous smile, “Now, what signals would that be?” she asked in a playful tone, her eyes flirtatious, and still showing that damn lust. Oh well, even though Devyn had a feeling her eyes were betraying her cool, it was just something she’d have to deal with. So she leaned closer to him, until her mouth was just by his ear and whispered huskily, “and what makes them so wrong?” Then, just for the hell of it, she pulled just a little on his lobe with her mouth before straightening herself to send him yet another of her little smile. Devyn stood, gracefully moving into an upright position right next to him, and rolled her shoulders, vigilant gaze still on the adviser.


Bowen


He sent his brother a look of annoyance, knowing the king would be aware that Bowen was not even remotely proud of him, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he turned to look upon the lawyer once more, listening to her little speech.

Bowe couldn’t help but chuckle at the ravenhaired woman’s reply. She had spunk, he’d give her that. He could count the humans who’d ever stood up to him on one hand, and he admired humans who did. Not that it would do her much good. This wasn’t the first time Narek had gotten into trouble with the human laws and authorities, yet he had no record of any of these incidents. This was due solely to Bowe and his vast selection of ‘friends’, so if this young little thing thought she was getting anything out of her little display of hardheadedness, she was in for a surprise. Bowe would have Narek out in less than an hour nomatter what she did or said, though he had always preferred to keep things simple, and things would go much faster if she merely collaborated with him. He had a feeling she wouldn’t, though, which was greatly disappointing.

However, Bowen never left a discussion and he would make her witness Narek being let out against her will, because maybe it would teach her who she was dealing with. Every other lawyer and otherwise successful business man, knew who Bowen Tane was, so really, he was doing her a favor by letting her know already. Bowen sent the female a friendly, yet somewhat arrogant smile. “I’m going to keep this simple, as I do not intend, nor wish, to waste neither your time nor mine. Firstly, miss, I expect an introduction. I have been nothing if not polite with you, and you return it with rudeness and a deluded sense of power in this situation. Now, I’ll tell how this is going to go down. I will call the state’s attorney to come sort this all out, however, he will need someone to blame. Now, that… will be you, probably along with the nice little policeman out there. It has been the defense lawyer the last couple of times, so I suppose it will be again. Then any record of this little incident will disappear.”

Bowen knew his eyes were cold, even as his voice remained friendly. “I expect any lawyer to be somewhat clever, so I suspect you can figure out a way to let my brother go without this getting ugly.” He added for her benefit. He had a feeling she was one of those newbies who still had no clue how things worked around her; how dirty and crooked the system really was, as long as you had money and a couple of grimy little secrets to hold onto. Leverage was the way to go about things. Leverage was power.

Bowen then crossed his arms over his middle, leaning casually against the doorframe. He was not threatening her, but rather warning her. Personally he wished her no harm, but family was always on the top of a Lykae’s list, no matter how ignorant, stubborn and temperamental they were, so if taking her down was what he needed to do to keep Narek out of jail, then that’s what he’d do. He had many, many years on this girl, and he had used them very well. He had the majority of stocks in every single law-firm in the country and was also on the board, not that he showed very often. He was a busy man, after all, but he had quickly learned that to take care of Narek in the human world, he had needed to let his sense of honor go a little. Sometimes, to make sure family remained unharmed, one had to do regrettable things.



Lena


Once more, Lena listened silently, expressionless, eyes on her companion. However, the second she heard Yeremy cave in, her face lit up with a smile. She hadn’t really had her hopes up about convincing him of staying, but she’d succeeded, thankfully. Also, the smile he presented her was rare, not because of the fact that he was smiling in itself, but because it was real. She had seen Yeremy smiling many times, but not a sincere one like this. It was nice, even though it wasn’t a big, happy smile, because it hadn’t been put there due to her fear or anything like that, but rather… she thought he might be grateful of her, but she wasn’t sure. He was hard to read right now, though she supposed it didn’t much matter. As long as he stayed, there was lots of time to figure out what he thought and felt… hm, to feel. It was a verb often unknown to demons, though she suspected Yeremy was starting to experience in, maybe not in a human way, but in whatever way a demon could. Maybe that was his problem, really… that he couldn’t deal with it. But in that case, Lena really would be the only one who could help him. A strange thought, really. So strange in fact, that she wasn’t clear on what she really thought of it.

“That’s a point, my lord. Every great king needs an adviser.” She said, nodding just once before attempting to rub the cold out of her arms. It wasn’t exactly warm out this evening, and she was only wearing her cardigan. Demons were in no way immune to cold, and especially not half-demons like herself. She’d either been too scared or too preoccupied to really notice before, but the chilly air was taking its toll now that things were calming down. She did think it odd how Yeremy wasn’t surprised at her words. She had never really spoken much around him, and especially not in a way that would implicate that she actually had a brain. She was pretty good at playing the braindead servant, because it made things easier. People didn’t need more things to hate her for, and so, the king was the only one who even knew that Lena knew how to read, or that she actually loved it. Mostly because she liked to read in his chambers.

Lena didn’t say anymore. She didn’t need to right now. If Yeremy had questions or if he wanted to further converse with her, then she would speak. At this moment, there was nothing more for her to say. She had accomplished her goal; Yeremy was staying.

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Alara


Wow. Alara was pissed. Who the hell did he think he was? Was money really everything in this world? Does this mean that she lost? Judging by the way he held himself... Bowen wasn't bluffing. "I'm Alara Parker," She said quietly. She had forgotten to introduce herself. That she would humbly apologize for. "As for Narek... I know I don't have much power behind me but I will do all that I can to see he gets what he deserves." Her dark eyes flashed with. "He did things that aren't acceptable. Just because you have money, it doesn't mean you can do what you please!" Alara glanced darkly at the man who had caused the whole mess to begin with. What a stuck up person.. If he really was a king, Alara sympathised with the people he ruled over.

"I'm sure you could ruin me with a single phone call..." Alara began and a little bubble of fear bloomed as she really thought of the consequences arguing with Bowen could make. Was Narek really worth it? Her career was on the line. It made her sick. It really did. People with power should use them for the good of everyone... not for their own interests and profit. "You know what? Just leave. Take the silly little king and get out of here." Alara was starting to feel angry and ashamed. "Jut don't let this happen again, you hear?" Alara snapped at Bowen. It wouldn't be hard to clean this all up as the two wanted her to. She had failed. Everything was going so well then this happened. She turned to the king. "I hope you learn to keep your temper in check."

Pigs. Disgusting little pigs. Alara pushed past the well dressed man and walked out the door. She didn't even speak to Norman who called after her. She felt like crap and was so disappointed in herself.


Yeremy


He merely nodded at her next words and continued to walk back to the castle. "I believe the king is back from his business. I suggest you go attend to him before he comes looking for you." Yeremy glanced at her through half closed eyes. "I'll have some words with the guards." It was the least he could do for her. He almost laughed. When had he started feeling bad for this little servant demon? She was a slave really. Not something a demon of his ranking should ever associate with as he was doing now. "Run along, Lena. I'll..." He paused, looking up at the darkening sky. "I'll see you later."

Yeremy lowered his head down to the ground as he walked in a different direction. Maybe he would spend the night out here. He did not want to go back to the castle. Yeremy wasn't sure if he could handle it. It was probably very cowardly of him but... Yeremy smiled. He didn't give a shit. Cowardly or no.. he did not want to lose his mind if he could help it. The human world was always pretty lively at night. It would do him some good to get away for a bit. Alara would probably still be working. She was nice to talk to. Not like Lena but just for some lighthearted conversations or debates. It seemed like a good idea.

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Character Portrait: Lena of Anguaren Character Portrait: Sabine Marx Character Portrait: Yeremy Markovich Character Portrait: Narek Tane Character Portrait: Alara Azlea Parker Character Portrait: James Dylor Character Portrait: Annabelle of Quarth Character Portrait: Bowen Tane
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Annabelle


Belle was greatly occupied trying to find all the remedies she needed for the balm; busy feet moving from one place to the other, industrious hands opening one cupboard before the next, shuffling around a shelf too high up for her to see, opening drawers and checking labels. In the end, Belle had a number of ingredients on the kitchen-table in front of her, lined up, labels visible. She smiled to herself, satisfied that she’d located everything, and that there was actually enough to make a nice portion too. Seemed like this wouldn’t be the only time he’d need it. She had felt so bad, looking at those hands of his, and then glancing at her own spotless, soft palms she made a face. Life was unfair to some, and yet so fortunate to others. She had merely been lucky, where James hadn’t been. It wasn’t her fault, she knew that, but she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty at her gentle, sheltered life.

As Belle’s mind quickly went over how to prepare each ingredient before finalizing an actual balm, she quickly got to work, that quilt still eating at her. Such a silly feeling really, but she couldn’t shake it, and she supposed it was alright. She was a woman after all, and women weren’t supposed to be tough. It didn’t take her long to crush herbs, mash leaves and press the juice out of fruits. Oranges to be exact. She couldn’t remember why the fruit was necessary… perhaps merely for the sake of scent, but she wouldn’t be one to discard it anyway. Taking out a bowl she’d noticed in a floor-level cupboard, Belle began mixing all of her ingredients in the exact order she’d been told to do it many years ago. True, it had been a while, as this was child’s teachings for a noble female, but it was like riding a bike, really. Once you learned, you simply never forgot.

She hadn’t even noticed that she’d started humming a lullaby-tune until she stopped whipping the thick, green substance into how it was supposed to look, and stopped to take a breath. Her arms were way to thin and feeble for her to be doing all that manual work, really. They were already aching from the whipping. Granted, the balm was thick, but she still felt pathetic. She felt satisfied with the look of things, though. It had the right substance, the right smell, and the right colour, so she’d be damned if she’d made it the wrong way. Grabbing the bandages she’d managed to find in a box on a top-shelf she’d barely been able to reach, she turned, smiling at the dakrhaired servant she’d decide to help. “You ought to take better care of yourself, you know,” she said, playfully scolding him a little.

Then she took the bowl of balm in her free hand and moved to sit down in front of him on the floor, put the things down beside her and smiled at him. “This should help, though,” she spoke, voice soft and friendly, eyes warm, as she gestured for him to put his hand in hers, “with all the scar-tissue too. I’m going to put this balm on your hands, and then put bandages around them, okay?” She explained it merely so she wouldn’t shock him with anything she did. He seemed a bit jumpy, even though he didn’t even know who she was. It made her wonder if maybe he suspected her status, or merely feared from everyone. If the latter was the case, then she truly felt bad for him. To live a life without trust or friendship? Yes, she knew he had to work hard to please the king, but had he really not a single person he could relax around? It saddened her.



Bowen


Bowe smiled at Alara as she told him her name, truly grateful that the woman had chosen to correct her mistake. He didn’t like cocky people – sure, he was an arrogant bastard at times himself, but that didn’t mean he liked to be. It was merely a matter of need for him, as oppose to Narek who couldn’t really help it. Their parents had spoiled him too much, so even when they were children, Narek had gotten everything. Truthfully it had initiating many of their childhood fights, as Bowen had not taken kindly to the fact that Narek got to just steal his toys. It was a long time ago, but as time had passed and Narek had become king, it’d only gotten worse. The was no changing the stubborn king. He was, and would always be, a spoiled brat, to put things mildly.

Other than the smile, Bowen kept his face plain and emotionless, listening to the woman. Disgust and annoyance pretty much flowed from her words, even as they somewhat polite… well, except for the taunting ‘little king’, which she’d used several times now. Fortunately for her, Bowen had no need to defend Narek’s honour in such things. If he had to be completely honest, he was grateful someone told him off for once. And so, he almost chuckled when she told him to learn to keep his temper in check. It was like right out of Bowen’s own mouth, and has his admiration and amusement grew with the woman, he almost felt bad for ‘warning’ her earlier, but soon beat the feeling down. He had a duty to his brother, and that was more important than anything. Especially some human woman, even though she truly was a tough one.

In all honesty, Bowen was glad he didn’t have to ruin her, as he let her pass him, because he had a feeling she would become truly great sometime. A part of him recognized the traits in her and knew she was a fighter. How amazing it would be if Narek fell for a girl like that; someone who wouldn’t just sit and take his crap, but rather tell him to shut up… that would probably cost her a head, but if that could be avoided, Bowe would be pretty content. Life was a constant battle at home, to everyone who spent time with the king… well, except for Bowen, who had the rare talent of being able to calm his brother… once in a while, anyway. When he heard the front-door shut behind Alara, he turned to Narek, frowning.

“Really? Again?” He sighed, “what was it this time then?” he asked, letting his irritation slip into his voice. He was literally the only person who got to speak to Narek that way, and that was only because 1; Narek knew that a fight between the two of them was evenly matched at best, and 2; they’d grown up together. He wasn’t used to respect and grovelling from Bowen, and even if he asked for it, Bowen would rather die. The only reason people hadn’t banded together and thrown him over, was Bowen, because he repeatedly reminded them of honour… oh, and because he practically ran the kingdom. Narek ate, threw fits, and caused Bowe even more work. Oh, the joys of life.



Lena


As she watched Yeremy walk away from her, she almost called out a thank-you, but kept her mouth shut. He hadn’t done anything for her yet, and she couldn’t really be sure he would. Technically, he could’ve just been humouring her this entire time. She wouldn’t know, would she? Lena sighed, pulling her thin cardigan closer as she walked the last couple of steps for the front-doors of her earthly home. Speculations regarding the puzzling man could wait. Right now, as he’d said, Lena should seek out the king, tend to his needs, if he had any, and if not, she’d grab a book and join him in his chambers. Relaxing sounded really good to her right now, even though she liked to busy herself with work, she frankly required a little break. After this whole deal with Yeremy, Lena could honestly say her mind had need of air, and at this point, work wouldn’t do the trick.

Lena entered the well-known abode, smiling softly as her flats hit floors, familiar clicks and clacks emanating with her feet hurrying up the broad stairs. She could tell her king was home from the eerie silence in the place. She wondered if he was in a bad mood perhaps, or if the others simply assumed that he was. Wouldn’t be the first time. Actually Sabine was often misinterpreted by servants, guards and so forth, as he was hard to read in truth, unless you’d been around him as much, and as closely, as Lena had. She felt gratitude that he’d chosen to include her in his life the way he had, and maybe also a little proud that it had been her, and not a real demon. She was pretty confident it was merely one of Sabine’s weird quirks though. Wouldn’t be the first he did something unexpected because he decided to change things up a bit. That was why people feared him… because they never knew what to expect from their cold king.

Before she got far, however, she was stopped by a guard who wanted her to deliver a message. Lena lowered her head the second he spoke, but listened closely. Male guards where cruel, cruel beings, and she’d much rather just run along and join the king, but her ears perked at the words ‘letter’ and ‘vampires’, so she stood still until the guard grabbed her arm and whispered a little promise in her ear. She winced, knowing what ‘let’s have fun’ meant in horny-guard, and decided in that second, that she’d spend the night on the floor with the king. She had to protect herself somehow, and she’d rather deal with a little pain in her back, than the guard’s hands and other parts on and in her. She was afraid the king would rather be alone this night, however, but as the guard left with a chuckle, goosebumps spread on Lena’s soft skin.

She ignored it and kept right on walked. Couldn’t let things like that affect her so much. Hell, she should be used to it by now. She’d rather they just did it though, no creepy warning or ‘promises’ to scare her half to death. Would be so much easier to deal with that way. She didn’t want to spend hours fearing that he body would be ravaged and broken in a little while.

As Lena came to a stop in front of Sabine’s door, she knocked softly, just once, before pushing down the handle to push the door open. She closed the door behind her, turned to her kind and curtsied politely, even though it was sort of hard in this dress. She ignored the cold still prominent in her arms and legs, and smiled at her king, brown eyes pleasant as always. “Welcome home, your grace.” Simple words, but they were as they should be. Lena didn’t talk more to Sabine unless he wanted her to. If her king desired conversation, she would do that, just like she’d keep quiet if he so preferred. Her life was uncomplicated, truthfully.

Except for Yeremy’s weird outbreak. She wondered if maybe she should inform the king that his trusted adviser was not quite right anymore, but she didn’t want to out Yeremy. Besides, he did his job as he should, and that was all she could ask of him, so Lena said nothing. If things got worse, Sabine was no fool and would figure it out himself, though she hoped she was able to help Yeremy before things got that bad. Thinking of Yeremy, she started wondering where he’d run off to.

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Alara


The dark haired girl was sitting on the steps of a small park, her elbows resting on her knees and her head in her hands. She felt awful. Completely guilty for letting Narek off. "I'm such... a failure." Alara whispered, staring blankly at the cement under her feet. Her anger had finally disappeared, letting her shame resurface. But undermeath Bowen Tane's confident gaze... she knew there was no way for her to win that one. All of her confidence had just drained away at his smug smile. Alara let out a hiss as she thought about the moment. Yeremy would be able to clear this up for her. He was a lot more experienced than she was and hopefully, he wouldn't think too bad for her. It seemed, that the man understood her sometimes which was quite strange.

Alara sighed, pulling her phone out of her bag. It wasn't too late. Her finger slid down the screen and located the lawyer's name. With a wave of bitterness, she pressed down on it. Raising her head and straightening her back, Alara put the phone to her ear and waited for the man to pick up. Dully, she counted each ring. She wasn't sure if she wanted him to pick up or not.
Then the familiar smooth voice answered the phone and a relieved smile broke out onto her weary face. Yes. Yeremy would help her clean this up.

"I'm sorry to call you so late." she began. "But I've gotten myself in a little... mess and I need your.. help on clearing it up. I understand if you're busy. Just say the word and I'll leave you alone."

Yeremy


The tall dark haired man was in the arms of some woman he had not yet learned the name of. However, she was so dimwitted that he did not really care for it. At the moment, he was after one thing and one thing only. She would just be another night he wouldn't remember. Was it harsh of him? His green eyes flashed and hungrilly kissed the lips of the brunette. No. He was a demon and that is how demons were.

The feel of flesh against flesh helped him keep his mind in order. Talking with Lena had helped but it seemed that humans were a better tool for helping him stay sane. There was no mentality involved. Humans were physical and he liked that... very much.

His white button down had made it to the floor when his phone rang, the vibration rumbling loudly against the hard wood of the nearby dresser. With a sigh, Yeremy reached for it, about to his the ignore button when the name caught his eye. As the demon advisor looked at his phone for a couple of seconds the woman began to whine.

"You aren't going to answer it are you?" Her voice was high pitched and squeaky. He glanced sharply at her and all of his arousal died down imediately. With a pointed glare, Yeremy answered the phone.

"I'm sorry to call you so late." she began. "But I've gotten myself in a little... mess and I need your.. help on clearing it up. I understand if you're busy. Just say the word and I'll leave you alone."

"Evening, Alara. I'm not busy at all. Tell me what kind of mess your in. I'm sure I can get you out of it." His voice held all the confidence in the world and he had his shirt back on and was walking out the door before the brunette could even blink.

Yeremy listened intently and with interest as the young lawyer told him some....amusing things about the Lykae King, Narek Tane. "I'll get right on it, love. Stop worrying and get some sleep. I'll handle everything."

The little conversation had him feeling back in control and he smiled. Everything seemed better at the moment. With sure steps he broke out into a run and back to the castle. The little stalemate in the war was very agravating. However... if he could get the Lykae King behind bars... the chances were much, much better. Lykaes were obviously the strongest. Not the brightest but very strong.
But before he could do anything, Yeremy had to inform the king and get his opinion and permission. It was dark now.

Yeremy stood outside the Demon King's room. His white knuckles rapped against the door.

"Do you have a moment, my lord?" Yeremy asked softly.

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Alara


She had just finished talking to a client on the phone and was heading out for dinner. It was a warm night and Alara smiled. Then immediately felt guilty. How could she be enjoying this weather when her older sister was missing? She had never turned up for brunch or any other events they had promised to meet at. Alara wasn't feeling too worried though she tried to. Sapphire probably went over some guy's place. She has never been gone for seven days.... but there was a first time for everything. Sapphire could take care of herself anyways, she was a tough woman, her sister.

The raven haired girl continued to walk to her favorite diner. Her stomach grumbling hungrily and she adjusted her bag on her shoulder. What could she say? Alara was starving after a good day of hard work. Maybe she should give Haven a call. She hadn't talked to her younger sister in a while. How was she doing? Hopefully she isn't missing too. Gosh, was she the only serious one of the family? Anyway...-

Alara's dark blue eyes widened as a few strange looking young men started oggling her. What was their problem? She wrinkled her pale nose in distaste and continued walking. Some men were such idiots. Their stares continued and she started feeling uncomfortable. Why? Alara was attractive and she knew it but it wasn't something she flaunted. She made sure to cover herself in loose blouses that hid her form and some black slacks that in no way, emphasized her figure. She looked plain in her work atire. So why were these guys looking at her like starving wolves? She straightened her shoulders. There was nothing to feel insecure about. Men were animals, that's all.

"Hey!"
she heard a man's voice call out. She wasn't sure if it was addressed to her but ignored it anyway. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she increased her pace. Why had she chosen to take the quieter, more isolated path today? Loud people like them, made her nervous and flustered.
"We're talking to you!" Someone else yelled out. This time, Alara took a glance back and sure enough, all three of them were looking at her.
"Yeah, you!" A man dressed in all black, with red hair pointed to her, catching her eyes. His dark gaze sent chills up her spine and she turned away.

"You look lonely, babe." Alara's eyes widened with shock as a couple of other men stepped out into her path. These two looked bigger and more intimidating than the others. Both had beanies pulled over their forehead and the taller one that spoke was dressed in a leather jacket. The other one was wearing a red hoodie. The two came closer and Alara had no choice but to step back.

"I'm.. I'm not lonely,"
Was all she managed to choke out. The air was filled with amused laughter. Alara shrunk away. She looked weak right now but in her mind, she was trying to form a plan. She was obviously out numbered. However, she was a master martial artist. But these people could have weapons....

"We could show you a good time," Red hoodie reached out and tugged on a strand of midnight black hair. Her heart was thumping and she licked her dry lips.

"I'm a lawyer you know." Maybe threats could work? She had no idea but there was no way she could take on all of these men physically. "You better not try anything." Thankfully, her voice didn't shake and that one fact made her feel a bit stronger.

"A lawyer huh?" She jumped slightly, the voice coming from behind her. She was shocked ot see that the the group of five had come right up behiind her. Enclosing her in a circle, surrounding her completely.
"Better not try anything," Somone mimicked in a high squeaky voice from behind her. The group started laughing her again. Shit. They weren't going to just leave her alone, were they? Alara's breathing became faster and more panicked as they came in closer. She threw her heavy bag at Leather Jacket and tried to shove through the barrier.

"Not so fast," Leather Jacket growled out, grabbing her arm in a vice like grip. Alara panicked and threw a punch at his face, to her surprise, she made contact and his grip loosened in surprise. She pulled away and tried making a run for it but Red Hoodie took a hold of her long hair and jerked her back. Alara winced and fell to the ground. Crap, she wished she were standing. That way, she wouldn't feel so small and vulnerable.

"Bad move, babe." Leather Jacket towered over her, his eyes hateful and violent. Then her face was flaming with pain and Alara let out a cry. His leg had moved so fast, she wasn't even able to brace herself for that kick. Apperantly that was the signal for everyone to start searching her. Hands were rough as they pawed at her pockets. She couldnt resist as that blow had made her slightly dizzy and disoriented. When they didn't find any cash on her, Leather Jacket grinned down at her. "Let's have some fun, shall we?"

The words registered in her mind and she tried to scramble away but a heavy boot stepped on her back, causing her to let out a groan of pain. She tried to scream but hands quickly covered her mouth and held her hands as Leather Jacket started groping off her clothes.

Alara just cried, her tears falling and running down the hand that covered half of her face.



Yeremy


The Advisor was just patrolling the halls and thinking about his plans. He had even skipped a few days of work to organize his thoughts and visit some of his important acquaintances. He wasn't even listening as he passed a guard that was talking loudly in a smug voice. It took a few seconds for his mind to register the guard's words. Yeremy froze. Then the anger set in. He was furious. Yeremy didn't even try holding it in as the horns sprouted from his head.

"You." His voice rang in the hall way and the two talking guards froze as he addressed them. Then he walked with long strides toward them and grabbed a neck in each hand. "Didn't I say, the servant girls were off limits?" The two were unable to answer, their skin turning a shade of unhealthy blue. Both struggled to take in a breath of oxygen. "You are both stripped of your position." He was struggling to keep his voice level and calm but it was as cold as ice. His eyes were dark and furious. He released them both and the two gasped, slumping to the ground. "I expect my rules to be followed." He would make the head servant know he had to more to order around.

He tried calming his anger. He had told everyone that Lena was not to be touched. In fact, he had made a rule that all servant girls were to be unharmed. Was she okay? The things the guard had said he had done were enough to scar anyone. He ran a hand through his hair and looked for Lena. He wasn 't even sure why he was so concerned. Maybe it was just because she was the only one that knew him. She was the only one he could talk to.

He started running to the king's chambers. That's where she probably was. No guard would dare attempt anything there. Sure enough, Lena sat there, her legs pulled up to her chest. Wait- was that blood? Immediately, Yeremy felt sickened. What kind of a race were they? There were no laws to prevent such a thing.

"Lena," He murmured, crouching on his knees. "I'm... I'm so sorry." He took off his jacket and put it around her naked form. She seemed so empty. The stench of blood and semen made his nostrils hurt and he closed his eyes for a second. Should he got carry her off to his own private bathroom where she would not be disturbed? It seemed for the best.
"Lena, I'm going to take you to my room. You won't be bothered there. Okay?" Yeremy tried making his voice as gentle as he could.

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She was safe. They hadn't raped her like Alara had thought they were going to. In fact, those men were lying on the ground beaten and a bit bloody. It was surprising aand she felt so relieved with gratitude. She was inexperienced with men and usually they made her nervous expect for some. So who had saved her again? Alara looked up with dark blue eyes and she let out a small gasp as she caught sight of the angry man. What was he doing here? Her mind went blank for a moment, trying to recall his name. She knew that this was the man that had made her feel so horribly ashamed. Alara had tried to cast out all thoughts of him. But here he was, her savior. Or was that a bit too dramatic? Alara didn't know and she didn't really care much. She was a girl that hadn't even had her firsrt kiss yet. Her parents had kept boys strictly off limits after seeing how Sapphire was so taken with them.

Alara hadn't minded much. No one ever caught her eye and the ones that did, turned out to be great friends she could count on. Romance was never in her mind. Alara thought it was all very silly actually. She couldn't understand how Sapphire could do the things she did. It was strange. Did that make her prude, then? Alara wasn't sure and couldn't make herself care. She turned down suitors the best she could, and if they turned out ot be one of her friends, she tried to make it as gentle as possible. She wasn't looking for love or anything. Alara wasn't even sure if Sapphire or Haven were either. Maybe...? Probably not... Their parents seemed to have beaten the love out of them, not literally of course, but mentally. Their own parents didn't even seem to be very fond of each other. They seemed more like siblings if anything. It made marriage... look unappetizing, to her at least.

Now Alara looked back up at the man and squinted, trying to see if he had gotten hurt. Hopefully not. She hated him, yes. However, if someone she loathed had gotten hurt trying to help her, Alara wouldn't really know what to do. Was she supposed ot stop hating him or something? That seemed impossible. Alara didn't hold grudged often but when she did, they usually went on forever. That's how it was. But this guy seemed to be fineif not a little out of breath. Barely even that it seemed. It was hard to forget an attractive face like that and Alara searched for the name that belonged with this face. It wasn't any use though. She couldn't remember. The dark haired girl took in a shaky breath and stood though her legs were a little shaky. Alara tried to ignore it but she still couldn't quite shake off the feelings of hands on places that no man had ever touched before. It made her feel dirty and violated and she kind of wanted to cry. That wasn't a feeling she felt everyday. Alara Parker wasn't a crier. Even when she was little, she hardly ever shed tears and people called it abnormal.

It wasn't very nice and Alara understood every word that was said about the cold little girl. The one that would ignore the other little girls and talk only when spoken to by an adult. She was just a kid but her only safety was with her sisters. It wasn't as if she hated the other kids, Alara was just a quiet girl that didn't need friendships. She already had her sisters that she could count on and that was enough for her. That changed as she got older. Alara grew interested in her studies, Sapphire seemed to live to make her parents crazy and Haven doted on her flowers. She began to search out those that had the same interests in her.

"Th-thank you for that." Alara spoke up, hating how her voice trembled and stuttered. It wasn't like her. She was never this weak. This vulnerable and seeing the unconcious bodies around her made her want to throw up. She couldn't remember this man's name and at the moment she didn't care. She felt faint and a bit dizzy and it didn't help that her stomach was empty. She brushed down her tattered clothes though it wasn't much help and stumbled toward her bag.

She should just get home and try to forget this ever happened. Now if only she could remember what street she lived on...

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Alara Parker

"I wouldn't carry a simple peasant's bag even if it were my mother's!" Alara rolled her eyes. It seemed that this arrogant jerk has finally returned to his normal pompous self. She could not stand him, but she had to admit it was better than his previous actions. He was such a strange person. Then the purse went flying out of her hands and she glared at him through wide, angry eyes. No matter how angry he was, a real man would be able to control his anger.

“It isn’t as if I asked you to help me. You were the one that offered your services first mister.” Alara snapped back at him.

"Who do you think I am? A new-born child! What about a lowly servant? Whose destiny it is to serve you on my hands and knees!? Foolish girl, I am the Lykae King! Leader of the deadliest army in all creation! I bow to no one. Especially you..."

Alara did not open her mouth to speak. His personality was so vile. She truly pitied those that had to interact with him everyday. He didn’t even act human. He didn’t even act as if he lived in this century! Then she felt her breath catch in her throat as he walked up to her menacingly. She had to look up to keep holding his gaze. She hated looking away first. It was a sign of weakness after all. Was he going to hurt her? She felt a little tremor of fear but pushed it away into a deep crevice of her mind. Why would he go through all that trouble just to finish what they started? He wouldn’t rape her, at least. Alara hoped. He was truly monstrous. The way he had tossed those men... They never stood a chance. He could even be called attractive if he didn’t scowl so much. A smile would light up his whole face... Narek didn’t seem like too bad of a person. His pride was just too big, that’s all. So he was an egotistical annoying pompous handsome bastard. Alara nodded to himself. She felt herself lose focus for a minute, his eyes were so fierce.

Then she realized he was speaking and shook her head slightly, silently berating herself. So what if he was attractive? He was mean. Rude. Hotheaded. Conceited. There were more words she could list but the point was, Narek Tane was everything she hated in another person, let alone a romantic partner.

Wait- What did he say? Alara wrinkled her nose as she recalled what he just said seconds before. He had been following her? She felt a wave of repulsion. Didn’t the man have a job or something? What did he mean by “lowly creature”? It must be another part of his nonsense babbling. Alara picked up the bag once more, irritation flaring within her. What a freak. She gave him a disdainful look as he continued to prattle on and on. Jeez. This guy liked to hear himself speak, didn’t he?

Insects do not know of honor, and they would stoop to such low tactics as they are employing now; however..."

Alara was fairly convinced. This guy was delusional. A little bit whacked bordering on creepy. He had almost ruined her career then he saves her from getting raped. Afterwards, he actually admits that he had been following her around.... She was glad to watch him run off. He made her cranky and a wee bit anxious. Gosh, she wished she never saw him again. Twice was enough.

Yeremy Markovitch



His heart seemed to melt and the burning anger dissolved to a dull ache. Her smile was really quite pretty, now that he thought about it. Then again, he’s never really seen her smile before. Yeremy regretted how meanly he treated her. He regretted how he treated everyone. He never forced himself onto the women but he had used intimidation. He knew it wasn’t neccessary but making sure his authority was recognized, was. His power had him feel higher than others but now, Yeremy knew he was not. Most of the days, Yeremy had done a lot of thinking. Justice was a cruel word with a cruel meaning. What was real justice? It is whatever the one in power says it is. Those that are weak and powerless, are at the mercy of those that are strong. And sometimes, the strong do not have good intentions.

His lips pulled up. Yeremy realized he was actually smiling back on the servant girl he had loved to torment with. He wasn’t sure why it had amused him. He wasn’t sure of a lot of things anymore. She took a sip of tea and Yeremy hoped it was helping her. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the pain she was in, or the fear she had felt. Lena was certainly brave to be able to tolerate it. Then she opened her mouth but he was not able to catch what she said, if she said anything at all, that is. He leaned in a bit more, approaching her cautiously as she took another drink of the tea.

“My lord,” Lena spoke, her voice shaky and uneven but the smile on the advisors face grew wider. A little thrill went up his spine. Yeremy wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he feared that her vocal chords had been permanently damaged. She hadn’t screamed like that in a long time and he wasn’t sure what to have expected. But Lena had talked and it seemed that she’d get well over time and more tea. However, her next words wiped the smile of his face. Yeremy’s face was a bit stiff and he looked away from her large doe eyes. Guilt and shame would have shown in his eyes if he had not closed them tightly.

“I’ve done nothing to deserve your thanks. I could not even keep the guards in line.” the handsome advisor murmured thickly. He had failed. It was terrible. Everything was his fault. He should have made the rules more clear. “You got hurt..” The words made his lips sting as they forced himself out of his mouth. His heart spasmed a little. Was he choking? Wetness appeared at the corner of his eyes. Large hands clenched then unclenched repeatedly. He could remember seeing her covered with blood. Her tiny form, huddled and shaking.

The image pained him and he felt so responsible. He’d never really felt that way before. Tears had never leaked since he was a small child that wasn’t able to get the present he wanted for his birthday. In fact, Yeremy was feeling a lot of emotions he never had. He hated it. Was he turning human? Though his disgust for the race was growing, Yeremy still prided himself in being a demon. They were a strong race. He took in a small breath and regained control of himself. He turned his body slightly away as he raised his head back up.

“Would you like me to get you a book or something?”

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Bowen

Currently, Bowen was in his study, his brows furrowed, drawn tight in thought as he, seated in his big leather chair, had his head bent over a pile of papers, deeply focused on the task at hand. As any good adviser to an almost rapid king would, Bowen had always had spies keeping an eye on his brother for him at all times. Narrow-minded Narek would never even think about it, so it hadn’t been a problem so far. His brother only saw down his own nose. He didn’t look behind him, or to the sides, unless he was in an actual battle situation, but out and about his guard was usually down because he believed himself to arrogantly superior to any other. What he was forgetting, was that though earth was a safe place for them to be, there were other threats than what was physical. After having discovered Narek’s almost obsessive behaviour in keeping track of the ravenhaired lawyer, Alara Parker, Bowen had dug deeper.

And what had he discovered? Yeremy Markovitch was what. The woman god damned worked with the cunning demon adviser. If there was one thing Bowen despised, it was demons. Demons and their fucking cold indifference towards even their own kin. They enjoyed violence for the sadistic pleasure in executing it, and they probably the least honourable creatures Bowen had ever encountered. Now, of course, he was far from a fan of vampires who used innocents as food, and the vampire king, vilest of all, took women to his bed only to kill them in the same bout. Disgusting. All of them. His nose wrinkled up in distaste. What did this connection between the human and the demon adviser mean? Bowen and his people had followed this thread, and looking at Alara’s list of phone calls, she had called a number registered to a Yeremy Markovitch the same day Bowen had pressured her into finding a way to get Narek off the hook… again.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. The female’s presence was apparently calming to his brother because the fact that he had become much easier to deal with the past week, was commonly known, but why? And how? Magic? No, humans didn’t possess even the slightest traces of magic abilities, unless she had paranormal blood in her family? No, couldn’t be. He hadn’t sensed anything like that on her. She has smelt human to him, aside from the slight traces of something else. The ‘else’, he now knew what… or who, was, but he didn’t feel satisfied yet. He didn’t have all the pieces of this puzzle. The whole situation was making him uneasy because his instinct told him something big was brewing, but he didn’t know what, only that these things had to be connected. He briefly wondered at the redhead his spies had spotted the vampire king with, and the blonde a spy had caught glimpses off with the demon king. Blonde, Redhead, Ravenhaired. What was he missing? It was buried in the back of his mind, but he knew these things were connected.

He scratched his cheek, shaking his head slowly. He needed a distraction from this to clear his mind. Where was Amy? The blonde was usually around him, ready to please and get pleasure in return. She wasn’t a whore, but nor was she a servant as such. Amy was more of an infatuated teenage girl who would do anything for the man she loved, so Bowen had brought her along to earth. She was a full-blooded Lykae, and she had thrown a fit when she’d thought he was leaving their world without her. She didn’t expect him to be faithful, merely that he gave her his attention once in a while. A fair deal, if you asked him. As far as anyone else knew, Amy was a servant. Bowen’s personal servant. A station that gave her a certain kind of immunity among the others. Everyone knew Bowe took good care of his servants, as oppose to Narek to who had to replace his quite often because their blood had begun staining the floor. Amy was not to messed with, not even by Narek. Sure, if Narek wanted Amy dead, Amy would die, but then he’d really have to consider whether he wanted to get on the bad side of his adviser. True, Bowen was loyal to his king and brother. Very much so, but there were lines you didn’t cross with Bowen, and Narek knew him well enough to be aware of them.

Just as he got out of his chair, Narek’s voice echoed through the house and Bowe frowned once more. Well, there went his break. Now he had to try and avoid a complete disaster. Narek was back as… well, Narek. He could tell merely by the tone of voice his brother sported. Wonderful, the adviser thought sarcastically, stretching before walking out of his study and taking his good time to reach the grand dining hall. What was Narek going to do, anyway? Kill his brother? Not very likely. Unless Bowen actually committed a serious crime, in some way betraying the throne, Narek, according to Lykae customs, would never be able to justify killing a member of his family. Of course, there was the fact that his brother, despite his arrogance, had to realize that he needed Bowen. Narek would literally be lost if not for Bowen. Would’ve probably lost the long war. Why? Because brute strength wasn’t enough to keep up with Vampires and Demons. Wits were more than just necessary. They were vital, and Narek was obviously unable to access his.

As he walked to the dining hall casually, he saw servants tripping over themselves to get there as fast as possible and he barely stifled a laugh. Not that their quite possible deaths were funny, but more that there was a sort of ironic humour in the fact that they came running like obedient little puppies when their master called. It was such a fitting image. The halls were deserted by the time Narek’s voice began drifting through the house again, and Bowe made a face. Fucking great. He could feel his own temper flaring. Bowen was reaching his limit of patience with his brother. There had actually been improvement, and now they were right back to square one. He felt like bellowing with rage, but kept an unsteady lid on it. No matter what, Bowen would never speak against the king in the presence of staff. That was simply out of bounds in every way, but damn, was he tempted. So fucking tempted. He closed his eyes for the fraction of a second, trying for his last slivers of patience. Sometimes he really, really missed he and Narek’s father. Rydstrom Tane had been an excellent king. He had been the perfect mix between Narek and Bowen.

Once Bowen reached the dining hall, he merely leaned his large body against the frame of the entrance, his unreadable gaze locked on Narek instantly, a disapproving air emanating from him despite his lack of actual expression. No one but Narek, and maybe Amy, would notice it. He spotted his blonde in the line of servants and almost growled then and there. Would have, if it hadn’t been for the handle he maintained on his temper. The smell of fear was permeating the room and his senses. He could easily make out Amy’s, too. She was trembling slightly, her heavenly, smooth skin pale, blue eyes wide in fright. Right in that moment, he wanted to attack his brother. He had never outright wanted to do that, but Amy spurred his strongest instinct; to protect his woman. Wait… his woman? Well, she was, he supposed, but they weren’t actually in a relationship. After all, she was of lowly birth, and would never be acceptable for him to be with. But then, why did the thought of her with another man, make his body tense, ready for a fight? If Narek so much as touched Amy, Bowen feared he would no longer be able to control himself and that shook him to the core.

In the corner of his eye, he noticed the captain of the guard with his daughter. They stood a little off to the side, but the captain's chin was up, his strong body proud, shoulders back. Belle was looking slightly pale, her gaze flickering over the selection of servants as she clutched her father tight, probably searching protection. Clever move. The captain was a respected man, and he didn't make mistakes. Narek would be a downright fucking ignorant moron if he engaged him, because he would lose one excellent man in his army. A man who had killed more demons and vampires than Bowen could count. A man who made Bowen proud to be a Lykae. A man who reminded him of their father. His daughter, on the other hand, was more of a wallflower than she should be. Bowen could sense her worry so clearly mixing with her fear.

She had come to care for the king's servant, James, and Bowen couldn't help ponder what complications that would provide. He was certain her father definitely wasn't going to approve. Besides, James was doomed from the second he became a servant at the castle, and only more so once he became the king's person one. Which was probably where Belle's worry stemmed from. All the while, regarding the two, Bowen had kept an eye on his Amy, and his brother as well. Multitasking at its best. He didn't trust his situation at all, and his muscled were tensed, ready for a fight. For both his and Narek's sake, he really hoped the king wouldn't even utter a direct threat to the woman, because Bowen has on edge, and anything could set him off right now.