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Cassiel Davis

wings that once bore hope are now stained with blood

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a character in “safe harbour”, as played by violeta

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Cassiel Davis
he's a saint with the lips of ax sinner.


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ImageF U L LXN A M E
Cassiel (He adopted the common surname of "Davis" after falling to Earth)

N I C K N A M E (S)
Cas

B I R T H D A Y
Unknown

A G E
22 | 320

S E X U A L I T Y
Pansexual | Panromantic

S P E C I E S
Angel (Fallen)

H O M E T O W N
He only knows that of Heaven

H E X
#A09C9C


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Cassiel always tries to dress his best, it's merely a personal preference. Button downs, jeans, anything classy that permits to the weather. He's never liked standing out, but if others notice him he always tries to look nice. He also has clear, eye glasses that he only wears on occasion.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6'1'' | 171 lbs

A P P E A R A N C E
Years of living on Earth have not done much to Cassiel's angelic form. Although the boy may have more wear and tear on him than he's used to there's no doubt that he is devilishly handsome. Piercing grey-blue eyes, a strong jaw, prominent cheekbones, a set of pouty lips, and skin as clear as the night sky. His hair, a white blonde, sometimes appears white in some lights. He either lets it fall where it may or he styles it with a sloppy look that still makes him decent to bare eyes on. Cas stands about six foot one and weighs about one hundred and seventy-one pounds with a tall and lanky frame. His skin complexion is very pale and never burns.

His most harrowing feature are that of his wings - or at least what used to be his wings. After having them ripped about before the fall has left two large scars starting from the top of his shoulder blades to about mid-back. They are nasty and gnarled looking completely out of place from his pristine appearance. This is something he has showed to no one - and most likely never will.


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Q U I R K S
Cassiel likes to constantly lick his lips. He doesn't know why but whenever he is nervous, he'll lick them on instinct. When he is bored, he tap his fingers on hard surfaces that is placed before him. Also, he has a strange obsession to blackberry jam. He loves music in any form as well as playing instruments. Cas can expertly play about 36 instruments as he spent his years learning to play various ones.

L I K E S
Cas is an avid reader and loves just about all kinds of books. He likes to make frequent visits to the library and just sit there and read all day long. By this point he's nearly read every damn book in existence. Rainy and overcast weather tends to make him feel at ease, as do scented candles, incense and lonely walks, often complete with music. Cas enjoys a black cup of coffee or tea in the morning or mid-afternoon.

D I S L I K E S
Cas dislikes most sweets and candy due to their artificial flavor. He has never been too much of a sweet-toothed person and would prefer maybe salted pretzels instead. He hates loud music and parties, it's extremely disorienting to him. Cassiel somehow also detests the taste of alcohol, perhaps this stems from the idea that he cannot get 'drunk'.



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P E R S O N A L I T Y

Time has had a strange effect on Cassiel. He's lived nearly three decades and in that has lost and found himself many times. His own person, even as his world attempted to pull him into the life set out by his predecessors. He may not be an angel he once was but he is someone who values others deeply, someone that sticks around even if he’s hurt in the process. Maybe blind charity is his form of rebellion some what his two cents back into the world, but it's never been so blind as the hate spewed by the people he once knew - once called family.

He does not lack selfish whim, in fact, most his being can be summed up as selfishly distancing himself from the idea of being hurt. A lonely guy that dumbs himself down and pretends to be happy even when all he wants to do is curl up and wither away. Cas has learned through the years not to attach himself to others. Hence his ultimate punishment, to watch those he loves grow old and die. This hardened him, scarring him from ever allowing himself to love again.

The absolute first thing most notice about him is he tends to be alone all the time, a mere shadow in the background. However, through this he has become a very observant individual. Combined with someone's stray thoughts and body language he notices things that others might not. Something that most don't see or overlook about Cas, is truly how vulnerable he is as a person. Underneath the steely and cold demeanor, he is one of the most kind, caring and passionate individuals. After all he was an angel and loved all creation. Perhaps, too much. However, he keeps this side of him locked up deep in his mind, but it occasionally resurfaces with the right people.

From this Cassiel became a very guarded individual. All these years on Earth has made him something of a cynic. It was devastating to him at first seeing how much hatred walked the Earth after believing it to be something else for so many years. He knows that even after all these years on Earth he is still being watched from above. Friendships, companions, anything that makes him happy is just some cruel punishment crafted by his once brothers and sisters.

More than anything Cassiel feels truly lost. After having walked the Earth for so many years he has begun to lose hope that he'll never truly be happy again.

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A N G E LxX.P H Y S I O L O G Y

As a fallen angel, Cassiel is stripped of most of his angelic powers, but can still manipulate the minds of weak willed humans, possess them for short periods, as well as use limited telekinesis and telepathy.

Cas's biggest weakness is one of his feathers, the remnants of which he keeps tightly locked away. If a feather is burned, he will die along with it. Otherwise, he is nearly indestructible. If Cas is impaled or struck in the scars created when his wings were ripped out (usually spanning from shoulder blades to kidney area) he will be temporarily immobilized/paralyzed and this sensation causes immense pain. Unfortunately, ever sense Cas has fallen he has not been able to feel physical pain or sensations.

The only way for Cassiel to regain his wings and angelic abilities/title is by saving someone's life. If he successfully saves another being from death he will regain his wings and full powers and be named a guardian angel of that individual.





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H I S T O R Y

Some angels are born, others are made. Cassiel was one of the few angels to have been made, his purpose - a soldier of heaven. He never really remembers what most call 'childhood', he simply existed. Cas looks the same as the day he was created, save for his magnificent ivory wings that once sprouted from his shoulder blades.

It's fair to say that, despite his previous status as an angel of the First Hierarchy, Cassiel never really did quite fit in. Estranged from the others, Cas saw humans in a different light. Although it was assumed that all angels loved creation most were merely bitter from having to be almighty babysitters to the sinful little things. Cassiel was amongst the few who spent some of his days on Earth, fraternizing with mortals wasn't illegal but it wasn't necessarily smiled upon. Unfortunately, he got a little too attached to a mortal female and often visited her as much as he could eventually falling in love. While socializing with humans wasn't forbidden for an angel - engaging in romantic relations with them certainly was. It was only a matter of time before he was caught - it wasn't like he had many friends in heaven for that matter.

He was promptly stripped of his title, and served a few months in shackles while they decided his sentence. Which to his dismay was banishment from heaven and the removal of his wings. At the time, Cassiel couldn't imagine himself as anything other than an angel. That had been his whole life, his purpose. Who was he if he wasn't Cassiel Astra, of the stars. The process of the removal of his wings was worse than he could've imagined. Even after living for three centuries he couldn't imagine a more excruciating pain greater than that.

After he fell, Cas was lost and broken. He first sought out the girl he fell in love with, only to find that she had died a month before he fell. He fell into a deep depression and after numerous attempts of reconnecting with heaven eventually gave up. It was the darkest time in his life, and a time he'd never like to revisit. Eventually he met another fallen angel by the name of Uriel, who took him in for the a few years to help him adjust to his new life on Earth. Uriel helped him regain some of himself back, and over the years Cas grew better. Still there was no denying the darkness permanently stitched to his heart.

Cas learned to lay low, Uriel suggested he spend his days studying, reading, traveling, mortal things to keep the mind off of eternal damnation to Earth. And so he did just that. Cassiel dropped his full name, going by just Cas and adopted a last name 'Davis' to fit in better with the humans around him. He's been everywhere in the world at least twice, knows 6,500 different languages, can recite some of the world's most profound literature and more. It's amazing what the mind will do when you have hundreds of years to waste.

After a while, he began to get bored with so much adventure and decided to lay low awhile in the states for a couple of years. Greythorne was the twelfth supernatural town he had come across in his time on Earth. So to him they were rather rare. Suffice to say - even though he's only been there for a week - he quite enjoys the quaint town. Although he's abstained from meeting the locals (he's learned his lesson), he seems to want to stay a while. He just hopes the town doesn't end up like the other eleven before it.



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So begins...

Cassiel Davis's Story

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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AURORA O'SIODHACHAIN
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CASSIEL DAVIS
outfit: x x location: phoenix's cafΓ© x hex: #A09C9C

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ImageAurora turned in her chair next to Jaiden to dress Alex, "Sounds prefect. I'll keep an eye out for you two" She spoke with a mischievous glint in her eye. It was slight, but nonetheless there.

Turning back to Jaiden, her heart melted at the thought of the animals missing her. "Oh of course. I'm getting so close to understanding Melvin. It's really on the tip of my tongue. Who knew hedgehog was such a difficult dialect?" She spoke with a slight giggle. Her Zoolongualism was definitely rusty as she hadn't used it in years but she tried practicing whenever she was over at Jaidens. Raising an eyebrow at the witches' comment about the flowers Aurora grinned. "Plans? You know I'm all ears, you think it- I can grow it".

The fae's attention was promptly stolen at the words, strawberry and tea, her face lighting up like a child of Christmas. "Phoenix, this smells" she took a small bite of the muffin in front of her, "and tastes delicious". Rory was graciously enjoying the tea and muffin in front of her, after all sweets where a fairy's weakness.

Unfortunately at the mention of hunters, her face suddenly turned ashen. It seemed that the rather chipper one of the group suddenly became the quietest as the others discussed the possibility of hunters in Greythrone. She absentmindedly picked at the muffin wrapper to distract her mind from straying to places that she didn't want it to go. Hunters were always a touchy subject with Aurora, for obvious reasons. It was as if the mention of them turned on her flight-or-fight response. The anxiety from the others were slowly seeping towards her like a thick cloud that left a bitter taste on her tongue.

Aurora suddenly stood up from the table, a cautious yet weary smile on her face. "I'm sorry, I'm just gonna - get some air. And check on the flowers, they're looking a little wilty" She looked towards the cart of flowers near the door, that looked exactly the same as they did when she brought them in this morning. She quickly dashed towards the door opening it, a small squeak coming from her lips as she ran smack into someone who happened to be walking into the cafe. Aurora slowly lifted her eyes to the tall form who stood in front of her immediately noticing his piercing blue eyes, and the coldness that seemed to surround him. He was haunting. "I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going and-" She stopped mid-sentence as he placed a hand on her shoulder freezing her in her tracks. "It's alright, no trouble really." He offered her a smile but it didn't quite reach his eyes. The man stepped aside and Aurora took the opportunity to slip past him out on to the sidewalk taking a comforting breath of fresh air. She instantly felt better. Still, she cast a weary glance back at the stranger watching the door close behind him.

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Cas wasn't one for cafΓ©s. Especially not busy ones. But he had seen a few flyers around town in the week that he had been there and couldn't help himself when he saw 'homemade jams' listed as a product. His damn affinity for blackberry jam. It got him in more trouble than he ever could've imagined.

For one he nearly squashed the girl at the door. A skittish one at that, her thoughts were bouncing off the walls a mile a minute. He had met a few with a mind like hers. Most likely a fairy or nymph. After a century he seemed to clump them into synonymous groups. The angel cursed himself for the unwanted attention he had already gathered for himself. As there were more than a few eyes on him. He ran a careful hand through his blonde hair, surveying the inhabitants of the cafe before making his way up to the counter. Cas searched through the menu and his eyes lit up slightly as he saw a near perfect blackberry scone sitting in the display case, as if it had his name written on it.

Casually leaning against the counter, he turned back into the cafΓ©. All the inhabitants seemed busy, happy. It was one thing he seemed to like about Greythorne. Maybe, perhaps, why he was still here. Cas was on his through BC and the town had been the only for miles. It was merely supposed to be a stop, a day or two - which had easily turned into a week. He reminded himself it wasn't like he was in any big hurry anyway, but the longer he stayed the more chance he had to meet people, to make friends, to make mistakes. He'd learned it the hard way.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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J A I D E N P R I C E

| Outfit | Hex: #800000 |

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Jaiden smiled as Aurora mentioned she was getting close to understanding how to communicate with Melvin, which caused her to smile and chuckle a bit. Aurora did seem to have a natural affinity with that small creature, seeming to understand him more than Jaiden ever could. It would make sense, Aurora was a Fae, or well, Fairy, so it would make sense that she could talk with animals. She also nodded when Aurora gave her a grin about the flowers, and if she had any in mind that she would gladly make more, which she would gladly indulge her friend in. But before she could really answer or think of what to say next, Aurora got up and said she was going to check on the flowers for a moment, and watched but was taken back as the others gave their opinions on what they thought about the hunters, which caused her to go back to thinking about them.

Jaiden's mind had been distracted by several things, primarily by the notion of hunters in the town. She never had the luxury of running into one, yet. But what she knew about them, genuinely scared her. There was a group, a large one mind you, of specially trained individuals to track down and kill certain species within the supernatural world. The main ones she knew were Vampire, Lycan, and Witch Hunters, knowing full well that there were others out there, but those were for some odd reason the three most talked about Hunters. And they happened to be some of the most fearsome Hunters in existence. She was finally snapped back into reality when Phoenix began to talk to the next customer, with too big of a smile on his face. She barely even looked to the side until she saw what Phoenix was looking at, it was a boy, rather tall, slim, messy blonde hair, stark blue eyes, and pale skill.

She looked back to see Phoenix with that look on his face, causing her to slightly choke on her drink as she knew what he was thinking. "Jesus Christ, Phoenix. Really?" she coughed as she cleaned up the spilled coffee off of her, giving him a certain look in return, Phoenix would know what it meant all too well. Her eyes were somewhat squinted, her nose was partially upturned, tightly clenched jaw, and her arms were crossed. It was the look of disappointment and judgment, as he had indeed promised her he'd never fall in love with another pretty face again, albeit it was when he was incredibly drunk, but even then, he had made a promise and was doing well so far. But the last thing he needed right now was to form a crush on a random stranger, especially right after hearing about news of Hunters being in Greythorne...




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| Outfit | Location: Greythorne Woods |

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Markus grinned when she mumbled something under her breath, normally it would have done undetected, but since his hearing was that of animal's, he was able to hear it clear as day. "Look, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant, that after you've lived as long as I have, and met as many other supernatural beings as me, you learn to pick up on things. It's not a bad thing, it's just something you learn when you have nothing better to do in your free time of a century.." he said rather bluntly. He didn't care that anyone knew how old he truly was, as it didn't matter to him, if anything it helped keep others at bay, if they had the impression of him being older than he was in appearance. He turned and looked when she grabbed his ankles and helped drag him back to Markus' humble abode, which wasn't as far of a treck as anyone would probably think otherwise.

As they had begun walking, Evelyn, if he remembered correctly began to speak again, he wasn't the biggest talker himself, more of a listener. But with the questions she brought up, he couldn't help but want to answer. He had too much time on his hands over the years, and he spent much of it learning. He knew if he was going to live for a long time, why not spend it the best way he could? Gather as much knowledge as he could, especially when it came to his past, and his relationship with Hunters. He finally nodded to her questions as he thought on what to say exactly, until he finally came up with the proper explanation, especially about the mark on their neck. "Well, first, you're very much so correct. Not all Hunters have them, just a small amount do, like our friend here." he said in motion to the man they were carrying back through the woods, if anyone were to see it, they'd suspect a murder, or maybe something else. But Markus didn't really care, not many people came into these woods, and those that did knew that someone watched over these woods.

Markus looked at Evelyn for a moment, and then back to where they were going as they continued walking, "Those that do have the mark, are what we consider rogue Hunters. Hunters that have either went against the Hunter's Code, or have been proven to be too dangerous and were given a mark. My best guess with these two? I got the sense of them being a bit of both, but if I were to assume, I'd say too violent. Even Hunters have a code to follow. And whatever these two bastards did went against it." he stated all too plainly as if he was simply talking about the weather or what he was going to do that day. Hunters didn't really scare him, but what did were the ones like this. Why would they be coming here? He doubted they'd be the only Hunters to come here, and he'd expect more to arrive at any point.

"Anyway, my home is just a bit further up this way. We can discuss more when we're behind closed doors. We don't know who else could be watching, or listening. Even though I don't sense anything, yet." he said as he looked back at the woman that was helping in carrying the Hunter. Something about her, seemed off. She wasn't like most vampires he met, especially not the new ones that he had met before. She was almost too human, and for her own good and safety. It was something he'd have to help her learn. While he wasn't the biggest fan of vampires, all considering his ast with them, he wasn't going to turn away one that was obviously too new, and in a way innocent to the world she was recently welcomed to.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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Alex Garcia
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Alex couldn't help but chuckle at Aurora's mischievous tone. He didn't know if it was her fey abilities or her personality, but something about Aurora just made him feel... good, happy even. In a way he didn't typically feel. But all the talk of hunters clearly affected her, and it wasn't long before she was practically running out the door. He stared at the stranger that walked in right behind her, only for a moment, before turning to say something to Phoenix, who was completely and utterly distracted. He rolled his eyes and stood, "I think I'm going to check on her. I have to head out, anyway." He rummaged through his pack to pay for his order, and decided to cover Aurora's as well, "Here, go ahead and cover her's, keep the change, you know the drill." He started walking for the door, but he paused for a moment, briefly considering offering another word of warning, but he decided against it. He had no specifics, and he didn't want to worry anyone more.

Once he walked out the door, he sped up for a moment to catch up with Aurora, cleared his throat to get her attention without startling her, "Hey, you okay?" He paused for a moment, "I just...' In truth, he couldn't let her rush out like that and be alone unless he knew without a doubt she was going to be okay. He knew that hunters left everyone with feelings of anxiety and dread, feelings he with which he was entirely too acquainted. "I'm never right about these things, you know, there's probably nothing to worry about."

He offered a smile, though he wasn't the best at being comforting, he was trying. "I also wanted to make sure you don't get run over, I'm pretty sure you came close to being completely flattened back there." He shrugged, "Can't have anything happen to you, then where would I get all my flowers?"

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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AURORA O'SIODHACHAIN
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CASSIEL DAVIS
outfit: x x location: phoenix's cafΓ© x hex: #A09C9C

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ImageAurora stopped when she heard Alex behind her, turning to face him. She was a little surprised that Alex had come after her - he was sweet, she knew that all too well but he didn't seem like the comforting type. If she was being honest with herself she was a tad embarrassed with her actions, but Aurora's mind ran a mile a minute most of the day... it was a fairy thing. It's incredibly easy for her to multitask, and even more so to get sidetracked. Her mother called it fae ADHD. "Yeah- yeah, just hunters and... not the best of memories" She said inwardly cringing as she said the word 'hunters'. Aurora never had any problem disclosing her past, as painful as it was. Honesty is the best policy, her father always spoke. It didn't always help either that fairies sometimes had a hard time telling a lie, but there were definitely ways to get around it. However, she made her tone more lighthearted in an effort to make Alex less uncomfortable. Not that she liked being pitiful either.

"Hey, don't sell yourself short. The things you see- it's, I guess what I'm trying to say is that you're a damn good witch" Rory playfully shoved his shoulder, she couldn't help the fact that her empathy might of given him a tiny feeling of happiness. But everyone needed that once in a while right?

Aurora giggled at his comment, tucking a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear. "It was an honest mistake really, I wasn't really looking and I would much rather get flattened by that tall glass of water than anything else" She wiggled her eyebrows remembering the snow-haired beauty she ran into, biting her lip slightly to hold in her laugh. "I promise you I'm not going anywhere, I don't think I could bear seeing my favorite customer go somewhere else to buy mediocre flowers".

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Cas couldn't help but match the gaze of the man behind the counter. He would be lying to himself, if he hadn't seen the look before. After a few centuries you start to pick up on the social cues of others around you. A lazy smile appeared on his face, as the man in front of him took a moment - almost as if he forgot what he was supposed to say. But then a wonderful smile lit up his face, and Cas bit the inside of his cheek to help him keep his cooly demeanor. Smiles were the one thing that always got to him, he'd seen thousands but could only remember a few. He knew right away this was one he would likely never forget.

The man leaned across the counter slightly and Cas smelled fresh coffee and a hint of cinnamon. Stop. He was being foolish. Selfish even. In the beginning Cas was frivolous and careless when it came to paying too much attention to others, and reaped the consequences. Morbidly put, there's only so many people you can watch die you care about before you finally decide that you can't do it anymore. He was really thinking too much about this, it was just a man in a coffee shop, with a nice smile. A very nice smile.

Cas was thankful when the man asked him his order and he suddenly remembered the reason he was here in the first place. He pointed to the perfect looking scone in the case, "a blackberry scone and..." he leaned forward a bit cocking his head slightly to the side in a curious manner. "I couldn't help but notice on the flyers you had homemade jams? If you have a few jars of blackberry, you very well might make my day. If you haven't already". Oh he really wanted to get himself into trouble today, didn't he.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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Phoenix could feel a burning gaze into the side of his head, and he knew exactly who it was coming from. A sideways glance at Jaiden confirmed that. He knew exactly what that look meant. It meant he'd be getting a stern talking to the minute this handsome stranger walked away. At best.

The man asked for a scone and asked about the jams. His comment about Phoenix making his day made Phoenix blush a little, but somehow, through some miracle, he kept his composure. "Sure thing. One blackberry scone..." he said, fishing the pastry out of the display cabinet and putting it on a plate for the man. "And just give me a minute to go find you some jam," he said, before heading in to the kitchen. The jam had been something to mostly lure in a few of the grandmothers in the town, who had always requested Phoenix to make them jam. It was something about berries that grew under the influence of his magic, they said. He'd always had berry bushes at home, which had come with him to live on his balcony now.

While in the kitchen, he exhaled heavily, taking advantage of the alone time to give himself a mental warning. Hunters in town meant that strangers equaled bad. He should know that, did know that. Besides, the man at the counter was way, way out of Phoenix' league. He was just entertaining Phoenix, that was all. His minute up, he quickly fired a text off to Jaiden. "Quit looking at me like that, you'll scare the customers off." He fished out an armful of jars of blackberry jam and went back out to the counter.

"Three jars of my finest blackberry jam. Berries were grown by yours truly. And if it meets your approval, come back in any time and I'll fix you up. My name's Phoenix, by the way," he said as he handed over the jam. "So, what brings you to town? We don't get many newcomers here, and I know I haven't seen you around here before. I wouldn't forget a face like yours," he said. The one, tiny, sensible part left in his brain swore at him, but it was too late to take it back now.


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Evelyn listened as the man spoke, explaining why certain Hunters were marked and others weren't. It made sense, really, so that other hunters could tell the good from the bad. And possibly so the supernatural could too. But it didn't exactly console her if it were the bad ones that were targeting the town. She had millions more questions and comments to make, but he basically told her to stay quiet until they were indoors. As if they didn't already look suspicious as hell carrying a guy through the woods like this, they were doing it in silence. She managed to hold her tongue for a few more minutes, but her curiosity got the better of her.

"You said that you were able to pick up on the fact that I'm new to this just because you've been around so long. What exactly was it that gave it away? The fact that I didn't apply SPF all over my body? Because the one I use is kinda expensive and it's really nice and almost too nice to waste on parts of my body that I'm gonna be covering anyway. Or, like, is it something else entirely?" She asked, readjusting her grip on the man's feet. From the little she knew about the supernatural, lycans tended to be incredibly strong, so she knew that Markus could probably handle him all on his own. But she liked feeling like she was helping, and besides, she wanted to stay on his good side. If he was experienced, he might be able to help her out.

"Oh wow, is this your house? It's really cute. Totally worth trekking out to the middle of the woods for, to be honest. And I bet it's super peaceful out here. I've never even been this deep into the forest. I bet you can see the stars really clearly out here," she remarked. Seeing the stars was her favourite part of having to stick to the hours of darkness. Out here, it was so remote that you could see every constellation, and on some nights they were so bright she didn't even need to rely on her improved night vision.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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A shadow of a grin formed on her face when she saw Phoenix duck back into the cafe to look for the jam that the new guy asked for. She gave him the cautious side-eye, that was until she heard her phone beep in her jacket's pocket, which caused her to quickly take it out and look who messaged her. She grinned as she saw it was Phoenix simply asking her to stop looking at him like that. She chuckled and simply replied back with as much sass as he was deserving of, Maybe when you stop giving him those eyes, then just maybe. Or if you continue, I will scare this one off. Your choice, lover boy. she said in response to Phoenix' plea. She tucked her phone back into her pocket and got out of the seat, deciding it was best she left, otherwise she'd get ahead of herself and forget what she needed around the town before she went home.

She gave the new guy another look, this one was a tad bit longer of a gaze as she couldn't exactly nail what she was thinking, something was...Off about this one. With one last look she shook her head and walked out of the door, giving Phoenix one last friendly word of advice and good luck, and left. Seeing Alex and Aurora talking across the street she gave them an awkward wave and proceeded to walk to the nearest store for some last-minute supplies before she would make her way back to her house in the woods. In all public eye she was the outgoing, friendly type of social butterfly everyone would love to be friends with, but in reality, Jaiden wished she could just disappear and never have to interact with anyone ever again, simply out of fear of hurting someone else, but she knew it was impossible, especially with the supposed Hunters coming. And she was slowly getting more and more scared as time passed.




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M A R K U S V A L E G O O D

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A soft sigh escaped his lips as the woman named Evelyn continued talking, something Markus didn't normally mind. But, she just didn't stop talking. It was like she was almost a machine, that never ran out of fuel. He did the best he could to remain calm and hold his composure as she rambled on about how did he know she was new to being a vampire and such. A small grin spread across his face, but it soon faded as he thought of an answer. "Well, yes and no. It's, complicated really." he began to speak as they continued walking with the body. He could feel a slight tug as he assumed Evelyn began to drop the man, stopping in his steps as she got a hold of him again, and they resumed walking.

"By that I mean you have tells of being new. For a vampire, you're awfully cheery and rather, in a sense, still rather human. And by that I mean you don't have the normal signs of an aged and experienced vampire. And there's nothing wrong with it in general, but when it comes to Hunters, it shows you're new, vulnerable, and not as skilled as others are. You make an easier target, and your newness, once it's exposed, can easily be used against you." he finally stopped and took a breath, he didn't normally talk this much and it was beginning to show. He took a moment to compose his mind and let him think for a moment before he began to speak again.

"You need to study and examine your targets more carefully. Don't speak until their motives are clear. If these were any more experienced Hunters, they would have killed you all too easily. What I'm trying to say is, learn more, act less until you know what you need to. Your gut will tell you the rest." he said with a calm tone. Markus was a loner, that much was true, but he wasn't any less of a tutor, and when he saw moments of being able to teach someone, he took it. If he could help someone, he would. He was a loner, not heartless, and that's what made him misunderstood amongst most of the people in this town.

As they continued talking, a small house in the distance appeared, seeing as he left some of the lights still on, having forgotten them. He turned his head to look at Evelyn, a small shadow of what could be considered a smile spread across his face as he turned back to look at his humble home. "Indeed it is. It's small, but I don't need much room as it's just me, usually. It's the best way to stay out of the eye of people, and to myself. I prefer being alone usually." he said with a remotely cold tone. He walked up to the door, unlocked it with one hand he kicked the door with his boot lightly so they could enter. He tossed his keys on the floor and nodded to Evelyn. "Make yourself at home. I'll take care of this guy first, and then I'll take a look at the wound you got there." he said with a bit of sympathy and worry in his voice. He closed the door and locked it behind them, picking up the still unconscious man, tossing him onto his shoulder he unlocked one of the other doors and walked down into the darkly lit basement, being able to see perfectly fine due to the wolf in him.

A few minutes later Markus emerged from the basement, the man was shackled by several cuffs and impossibly breakable chains that kept him to the wall. There was no way he was getting out, due to one way out as there were no windows, and the door was bolted and locked. It was where Markus would retreat to if he didn't turn outdoors, so he wasn't going anywhere without them knowing. He finally found Evelyn in one of the rooms and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Ready?" he asked, both of his arms folded neatly behind his back.




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V I O L E T M A R S D E N

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The sun was high in the sky as Violet made her way out of her grandmother's house as she had been living there for the past few years, or what one would call living, seeing as she was a Ghost in past recent years. Violet usually kept to herself, residing in the small colonial house with her aging grandmother who had all since her own passing, forgot about her granddaughter and has remained oblivious to Violet's presence. Only ever getting a slight chill or feeling as though someone was in the house with her. Much to Violet's dismay, her grandmother's ever-declining health had been weighing on her mind lately, and not being able to communicate with her much anymore had often been a result in her worsening depression. But she wasn't going to let that bring her down, especially not today as it was the grand opening of that new caffe in the town. She heard whispers about it, and she was excited, even if she wasn't able to partake in the food part, she was going to show her support to the owner, Phoenix. They had been good enough friends, even with Violet being a ghost.

He was always nice to her, as well as were some of the other patrons in the town, even those were few and far between. Thankfully the house wasn't too far from where she was going, and soon enough she made it, seeing one of the locals leaving the establishment, Jaiden Price was her name, if Violet could remember correctly. Jaiden was nice to her the few times they talked, but it never lasted very long due to them both being introverts and socially awkwardness. Violet smiled as she walked through the door, rather literally and saw a thinning group of people at the front counter. And there Phoenix was, as well as a new person. He was tall, like very tall, had bright eyes, and pale blonde hair and skin, something about him unnerved Violet, but she didn't know what it was. Just, something about his presence, the very feeling he radiated scared her a bit. She shook her head and looked at the man she was there for, "Hey, Phoenix! How's it going? Good I hope! I'm glad this place turned out as well as it did!" she said with a large and toothy smile, not having realized she had rather literally walked right through the stranger, stepping to the side she gave him a blushed grin. "M-my bad. I don't always realize it, I'm sorry..." she said with an awkward chuckle as she rubbed the back of her neck.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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ImageAurora bit the inside of her cheek as he teasingly leaned close whispering into her ear. She assumed he was close enough, he could probably count the freckles on her face. After he pulled away to look at her she feigned a look of sadness, blowing a small sigh out of her lips. β€œThat’s a shame. I would’ve scared him off anyway. I always do”, She said partially joking, but there still was some truth to her tone. Rory hadn’t done much dating since her arrival to Greythrone. She’d tried, but all she had managed to do was scare off a werewolf and a siren. Aurora had summed it up to her fae nature - no one simply could keep up with her. Regardless she was happy, and kept herself too busy to think much about romantic relationships.

Aurora rolled her eyes at the haunting comment placing her hands on her hips. β€œOh yes, I think a 5’4’’ glitter bomb would be particularly haunting” She wiggled her fingers in his face mimicking the β€˜highly-unrealistic’ boo’s that humans had attributed to ghosts before ending in a fit of giggles. β€œOh really? My favorite? I’m curious as to how you came to that outlandish conclusion” Rory said raising an eyebrow. β€œYou know, I think my favorite would have at least remembered their order of flowers. Nonetheless, I like to think of myself as a rather forgiving person so I’ll let it slide this time” She turned on her heel and began walking down the sidewalk calling back over her shoulder. β€œYou’re more than welcome to pick them up now, I’m on my way back anyway. Unless you’ve had your daily dose of Aurora today and can pick them up tomorrow.”

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Cas’s eyes lit up in delight as the man placed the lovely looking scone on a plate and setting it in front of him. If he were being honest, he might of ordered every jam the store had, after all he had plenty of time to try all of them. While he was back in the kitchen getting the jam, Cas’s eyes roamed back to the rest of the cafe instantly locking eyes with someone who’s burning gaze had been boring into the back of his head the entire time he had been talking to the man at the counter. It was a woman, who didn’t look particularly happy with his presence. A best friend most likely, she didn’t trust him. She was probably right. When she had noticed that he had caught her gaze she turned away leaving the store, causing him to turn back to the counter just as a handful of jam jars were placed in front of him.

Cassiel bit his lip slightly to keep from grinning wildly as the man, Phoenix, rambled on in front of him. Asking too many questions for Cas’s normal liking but at this point he found that he really didn’t mind. The comment about the homegrown berries made him raise an eyebrow and he truly didn’t doubt that they were as good as Phoenix described. β€œPromising me endless jars of jam is a little dangerous. I might drive you crazy” He said with a slight chuckle, β€œI’m Cas, Cas Davis” He had dropped the last half of his name a few years after the fall - he didn’t feel like he was Cassiel anymore, not to mention he never liked giving too much information to anyone. Cas had adopted the last name Davis on the third day he fell after he ran into a man with the same last name. It was simple, common, not too flashy, it worked.

Cassiel wasn’t surprised that Phoenix asked him many questions about who he was and why he was here. He didn’t blame him, if a stranger strolled into his quiet town too he’d be a little suspicious. It wasn’t the first time that someone had fired questions at him, but it had been quite sometime so for a moment he was a little taken by surprise. Maybe it was the fact that the last couple of years he had distanced himself from others to avoid this exact situation. It didn’t take him long to get over the small little hiccup before the words flowed out of him convincingly. He had spent years perfecting a story, in fact many. The business owner, the professor, the traveler, the list went on and on. It was sort of amusing to him, to see how creative and elaborate he could possibly get with his backstory. He always found it interesting how easily others believed him, of course there were certain things you had to follow. For one, he could never tell too little or too much - either end of the spectrum seemed suspicious.

Still, looking into Phoenix’s eyes he felt bad. Bad about lying. Cas normally never felt any sort of adherence to anyone in a while, but this man in front of him made it a little more difficult. Especially when he threw flirtatious banter his way. β€œTo be quite honest” oh how he humored himself sometimes, β€œGreythorne was simply a stop. I only meant to stay in town for a night, I’m on my way up to White Horse in Yukon. My sister lives there. I guess there’s just something about this town that wants to keep me here. And I have a terrible feeling that your jam might be the cause of that” He said with a chuckle and a slight wink.

Cas’s expression faltered however when he felt an odd, pulling sensation and took a small step back noticing that a girl had quite literally walked through him. Any normal human might’ve fainted at the sight but Cas assumed that most everyone in this town had some sort of oddness. At least, most of them didn’t have any problem with hiding it. That thought alone unnerved him slightly, after seeing the Salem ordeal unfold he’d imagined every supernatural being were weary of being open about themselves. Ghosts were also something that Cas resonated differently with, most of the time he felt bad for them. Lost souls stuck in the middle. As he looked inquisitively at the young ghost in front of him he assumed she must have a place waiting for her above. She didn’t seem too menacing. He offered her a warm smile as she realized what she had done, β€œdon’t worry, I promise you that’s not the first time that has ever happened” a teasing glint in his eye. That was the truth.

Not wanting to intrude on Phoenix’s conversation with the ghost girl, he placed way more than what he owed down on the counter grabbing his scone and jam jars. β€œThanks for the scone and the jams, - oh and keep the change” Cas offered one last alluring smile in Phoenix’s direction before settling himself into a quiet corner of the cafe, not wasting much time before biting into the scone. Out of his two-hundred something years on Earth it was quite possibly the best blackberry scone he had ever had.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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Phoenix had promised himself that he wouldn't fall head over heels so quickly again, that he wouldn't fall for the first stranger that paid him even the slightest bit of attention. But one conversation with Cas, and Phoenix could feel himself falling down that rabbit hole all over again. He kept a plentiful supply of blackberry scones on the counter at all times and made sure he always had blackberry jam on hand. He'd forgotten how good this felt, the rush of seeing the man walk in.

And then there was still the nights when the loneliness weighed so heavily on his chest that he had to stay moving for fear it would pin him down and suffocate him. Cas had never intended on sticking around, he reminded himself. Why was he doing this to himself? Why was he letting himself get his heart broken all over again? How hadn't he learned by now? He was beginning to run out of distractions, and pouring his excess energy into his houseplants had backfired. The lavender had nearly taken over the balcony, and there was now a little pot of it in every room in his house, as well as some of his friends. The blackberries were thriving, though.

But a distraction arrived in the form of the annual Fall Festival. It seemed a little stereotypical for a town that largely consisted of the monsters that others dressed up as, but it was Phoenix's favourite time of year, and offered the perfect distraction as he concocted the perfect fall recipes and planned themed events for the cafΓ©. Everyone's favourite evening was the second last night festival, and it was the first night Phoenix was letting himself have off. The cafΓ© had a small stall, overflowing with handcrafted treats and serving themed drinks, but his staff had pretty much ordered him to go enjoy himself, even just for a few hours.

Phoenix loved the food and the smells of the festival, but deep down, his favourite part was seeing the entire town in costume. For a night, anybody could be anybody, and you had to do a double take as people walked past or waved. He hadn't exactly put in a whole lot of effort into his outfit, switching out the vest for a long sleeved black t-shirt at the last minute, but the wings had been his distraction for the past few nights. He'd DIYed a cheap masquerade mask and overall, was pretty happy with the result. So having been shoved away from his stand with a cup of his custom spiced cider in his hands, he found himself grinning as he wandered around the festival.


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The hunter in the woods had proved to be a surprisingly willing informant for their plans. Then again, faced with an overly chatty vampire and a grumpy lycan, who wouldn't be? But what they'd found out had unnerved Evelyn. There was apparently more hunters coming to the town. And the majority of them were branded. That's what they called themselves. The Branded. The ones deemed too dangerous. No, Evelyn didn't like the thought of them working together at all.

And clearly, they weren't superstitious. If Evelyn had had to pick a time to attack a town of the supernatural, she wouldn't have chosen the few days in the run up to Halloween. She didn't know if they were any more powerful, but she figured that only an idiot would chance it. But no, apparently they had plans. And of course, the whole town was out in force, in masquerade to boot. Thankfully, she didn't see any stereotypical vampire costumes. She was on edge enough, and seeing one might have just driven her over. She was rather proud of her outfit, topped off with a mask she'd found at the last minute. Once upon a time, she would have worn something a little more daring, but she wanted to be able to move and to fight if she had to. And besides, there seemed to be a range of outfits, ranging from truly artistic to the usual "sexy" ones.

She wished that this hadn't been her first time experiencing the festival, because it was amazing. The sights, the sounds, the smells. Everyone seemed so happy, so relaxed. Evelyn found herself praying that nothing would happen, that they'd been lied to. She couldn't let herself relax. Everyone that she didn't immediately recognise posed a threat, and with everyone in costumes and masked, it was impossible to immediately recognise anyone. She exhaled heavily. It would be fine. It had to be.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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J A I D E N P R I C E

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Time had passed by slowly as the next few days came and gone. Jaiden visited the cafe almost every day as she needed her coffee fix, never letting it go with how Phoenix always looked at the man that came in for his jam and sweets. His name was Cas Davis, and something was odd about him, she couldn't place her finger on it, but something just didn't sit right with her about him. But her real priority was somewhere else, the next few days would be bringing Halloween, and the town's local fest, the Fall Festival. It was one of the few things that she honestly looked forwards to, and she already had her mind on ideas for outfits. She had finished her's off all too soon as she had the concept in mind for a while, and was busy at work making what she would end up dressing with. On the other hand, the hard part was the mask. Every year people would dress up and wear masks, and every year she would have something different, this time she decided to opt for a small and rather basic, leather mask that was dyed a crimson color with some small details on it, nothing over the top, but was fancy enough for what she was trying to achieve.

There were a few people she had in mind that she remembered that they requested that if she had the time, she could make some masks for them as well, and she happily obliged. Then she remembered two other people specifically that would need masks, one would be more ornate and fancy than her own, and the other would be more on the basic side of things, as she knew the latter person wasn't much for dressing up, unless it was the Festival. Then he went about as out and extravagant as he could. Over the last few days she had finished their masks and personally delivered them herself. Their reactions were as she expected, one was excited and happy with how it turned out, the other simply thanked her.

But the day finally came, The Fall Festival was here and Jaiden couldn't be any happier. She had gotten some of her chores done for that day and was getting things ready for the evening, getting into her costume and grabbing her mask, she'd it on when she got closer to the downtown side of where the festival was always held. Finally, she made it and found herself smiling, so many people. Humans and supernatural alike, they were all dressed up and communing with one another. She smiled and put on her mask before she decided to join in on the fun, she grabbed some coffee and snacks from one of the stands and began to walk around and look at the other's costumes and see if she could spot any familiar or unfamiliar faces. Her mind was on the thought of Hunters, and if they were here, it would be almost imossible to find them out in this large of a masked crowd.



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The next few days had passed by slowly for Markus just as he had expected. He and Evelyn interrogated the Hunter, and what they got was surprising to him. He knew they were of the Branded kind, that much he knew, but the fact that specifically those kind of Hunters coming here brought a tang of anxiety and fear in him. The thought of Brandeds coming to Greythorne didn't sit well with him. As the days past, he kept the Hunter in his cellar, only ever letting him out to use the bathroom and back to the cellar he'd go. Always remaining handcuffed and locked up, he couldn't risk him getting out until he knew what he was going to do with him.

The days continued passing by, and Markus had remembered that the Fall Festival was around the corner, he'd need a costume and mask, even though he wasn't a fan of masks, he knew one person that hand made them with care, he had asked one of the few artists and designers in the town if she could make a mask for him, and she was all too happy to help. Markus didn't know her well, but from what he knew, she was a decent person, rather kind, skittish and introverted, but nonetheless kind to him. He knew what she was, specifically her being a witch, but he didn't care. He had no right to judge anyone, or anything, especially with his past. When the day came for his mask to be delivered he thanked Jaiden with a kind smile and a small hug, offering if she ever needed anything, he'd gladly help.

A small smile spread across his face when he opened the small box, revealing the mask that he had custom made for him specifically. It turned out far better than what he expected and was all too thankful. It was basic, but fancy enough for what he had in mind. The day finally came when the Festival would begin, he dressed into his costume and put on the mask, looking himself over in the mirror, he looked stupid, but he didn't care as much as he normally would. Everyone would look a little dopey and he was okay with that, besides, wearing a mask would help his insecurities and social anxieties a bit. Soon the time came and he found himself in the middle of the festival, walking around with a cup of fresh coffee in his hand and a small smile on his face as he looked at all the people dressed in costumes, but the thought of the Hunter in his basement was on the back of his mind, he wouldn't be able to stay too long, but long enough to have a good time.



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the next few days Violet had felt absolutely awful and embarrassed. She accidentally had passed through the man more than once as the week had gone on, never realizing it until it was too late, always apologizing and feeling embarrassed about it. Half of the time she had spent in the house, watching over her grandmother, more often than not she spent time talking to her, even though it was mostly one-sided conversations. But seeing her grandmother and being able to talk was rather therapeutic for her, and she needed it. She needed a way to escape and find a way to vent, and often rambling to her grandmother helped, even if she couldn't hear or see her.

But as the days passed Violet became aware of the fact that the Fall Festival was coming up, and she'd need to do something about it. As it was Halloween, she'd be at her strongest, as in a sense, a "portal" from the other side would be opened the ghosts would be at their strongest, as well as being able to fully communicate and interact with the living, even though it was only a few hours. Violet relished Holloween for reasons like that, and she took it with glee. She was more than excited when a small box was left on the front porch of her house, it contained a small and rather beautiful mask inside, containing a letter as well. It was from one of the locals, Jaiden Price to be specific. A small smile creeped on her face.

Jaiden had always been nice to her, and no matter what, she always saw her as a friend or as much of a friend that a ghost-like her could have. The day finally came and Violet had decided on her costume, it would be basic enough, but it was all that she could really do. She'd only have a few hours until she returned to her normal state of not being able to be seen or fully interact with the living, and she was aware of that fact. The time soon came and the festival began, Violet happily and excitedly found herself in the middle of the town, amongst the people in costumes, laughing, smiling, and having a good time. This was one of the few times she could be with people and feel alive again, and she took it head on. She put on her mask and happily found herself walking around, smiling and talking with people, finding out the latest news and gossip, simply trying to be able to have that feeling of what it was like to be alive again, and this year, she was going to take it as much as she could.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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Under normal circumstances, this would have been Alex's favorite night of the year. He'd spent months working on his costume, sewing and re-sewing pieces, hand stitching details, giving up on the mask and buying it online; all while trying to maintain some sort of historical accuracy, even with his Abuela's constant "Alex, who cares how historically accurate it is? It's creepy. That's all anyone's going to notice." He cared if it was accurate! So, normally, he would be absolutely thrilled, but tonight he was more worried than anything. "You just gotta get the dreams out of your mind, Alex." He mumbled to himself, "I know that hunters are almost certainly getting too close for comfort, but nothing bad ever really comes of it. It'll be fine." Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that he should just climb into bed and skip the festival entirely.

Instead, he got ready; layer by layer, piece by piece. At least I'll stay warm. He thought to himself, trying to put thoughts of fire, death, destruction, and hunters out of his mind. "Alex," he turned when he heard his name. This was the first time his Abuela had seen all the pieces of his costume put together, "my god. Don't you think you've taken the 'melancholic ghost boy' thing a little too far?"

He looked down at himself, "No that's not- it's not... It's a plague...." He sighed, "I am not working out my reasoning with you." She rolled her eyes, mumbled something about scaring children, and the two of them set out for the festival, originally together, but they split up pretty quickly once they hit the crowd. A short wave of panic hit Alex, but he swallowed it down, adjusted his hat, and kept an eye out for friendly faces. He would certainly feel better around friends; instead, he felt swallowed by a mob of vaguely familiar faces, and some he couldn't place at all. The mask didn't help, and he was already considering ditching it for some piece of mind, but he decided to take it a step at a time, everything was going to be just fine.

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ImageThe fall festival was perhaps one of Aurora's favorite times of the year. The treats, the decorations, the costumes. It was an absolute delight to the fae. She had a small both set up with an array of fall flowers, from colorful mums to big sunflowers. Aurora had enlisted the help of her brother Lynn to help her run the cart for the night (also allowing her to leave and find her friends) granted she was paying him good money. While the idea of family had always been a touchy subject for Aurora, the Carsons took her in with opens arms five years ago and treated her like she was their own. The older kids in the family, Megan and Peter had since left Greythorne both seeking a normal life outside the town's magical walls. Lynn, however, was the youngest and only a sophomore at the local high school where her adoptive mother taught. It took Aurora a little convincing to get him to help her considering he was still just a teenage boy, but after the promise of money and the idea that flowers most definitely attracted the girls he agreed. "Alright, just text me if you need me or anything goes wrong okay?" "Aurora - I'll be fine" "Okay, but seriously just" "Aurora" "Fine, fine, I'll leave you be. I'm going to go get some apple cider and try to find some of my friends" Lynn nodded at her comment and she took one more glance at her flowers to make sure none of them were wilting before disappearing into the crowd.

She quite obviously stood out amongst the others in the crowd with her costume. She had spent a week putting together the pastel witch ensemble and managed to find the perfect mask at the local costume shop. Aurora was pretty proud of it, and had been holding in her excitement all week. She couldn't wait to show Phoenix, Jaiden, and Alex. After she ordered a warm cup of cider she weaved through the crowd, trying her best to see through the costumed people around her despite her small stature. She grinned after she noticed the familiar form of Jaiden making her way over to the witch. "You look, amazing!" Aurora spoke from behind her, "You pull off steampunk perfectly".




Cassiel couldn't believe he was still here. He had stayed in Greythorne longer than any other town in the past 50yrs. Every night, he told himself he was going to leave and every morning he got up and walked to Phoenix's cafe for a blackberry scone and coffee. At this point his order was already ready for him before he had even got there. And the even bigger problem - Phoenix. After some digging Cas concluded the man was a witch, he hadn't encountered many in his life time. Most angels were taught that witches were in cahoots with the devil but Cas didn't really get the 'satan-worshipper' vibe from him. Cas would know, he had actually met quite a few of those during his time on Earth. Regardless, Cas had begun to explore the rest of the town during his extended stay, finding it quite charming. Maybe he could stay for just a bit longer, it couldn't hurt too much.

He wouldn't have even known about the festival if it hadn't been for Phoenix himself, inviting him to experience a little bit of what made Greythorne, Greythorne. Cas had politely declined, dressing up for fun wasn’t really his thing and he was rather afraid of getting too involved in the lives of those in the town. If he hadn’t already. But, as he sat in the small bed in the room of the Mom and Pop bed-in-breakfast staring at the white ceiling Cas began to wonder what would be the worst that could happen if he went. He didn’t actually have to talk to anyone, and in costume, it would be harder to recognize him. Even though he stood out quite distinctly from the natives of Greythorne. So he mulled on it for half an hour and then finally decided to at least check it out. Cas promised himself he would just walk around, maybe get some treats and then hurry back to his room, pack his things, and leave.

Cassiel didn’t have much of a costume so he sifted through his things before settling on a dressed up version of himself, putting on his silver cross necklace. The second he stepped out into the street he was overwhelmed with the sheer amount of people all dressed up, and the decorations the town had put together. There was live music, lights, booths with any kind of snack you could think of, carnival games, and even a small ferris wheel. A small smile appeared on his face just at the sheer sight of it all. For some reason everything made him just a little sad.

As he made his way into the outskirts of the festival he realized that he was missing a key part of his look - a mask. After scouring around he finally found a small vendor selling all types of masks and picked up a rather ominous skeleton one, shoving a few fives into the man’s hand. Now feeling a little more concealed he moved into the thick of the crowd, not entirely sure as to what he was looking for.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
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One of Phoenix's favourite things about this was the sheer variety of costumes. There was some who were wearing their own clothes and a mask, some who had clearly put most of their effort into one bold, aspect, and others who had gone entirely overboard. And none of them were out of place. Some kids ran over and touched his wings, and Phoenix bent down and bent them towards them so they could feel them properly. They giggled and ran away again, their dad shooting him a thankful look as he jogged after them.

Phoenix did a double take as he spotted one costume, before grinning to himself. Even if he didn't see their face, he only knew one person who would wear something like that. "Alex!" he called as he jogged up to him, already grinning. "Your costume is amazing! Seriously, dude, I was genuinely freaked out!" He gushed. He decided not to mention that he could see at least one kid who appeared to be generally terrified of Alex. "Is your abuela here? Please tell me she dressed up too," he said.

There was a figure standing a few metres away. Phoenix would have immediately recognised that figure anywhere by this point. The only reason he hesitated was because he'd said he wouldn't come. But sure enough, it was Cas, wearing a skull mask and a very, very flattering suit. "Cas!" He called, waving and beckoning Cas over, his grin widening as he did so. The small, sensible part of his brain that he had left sighed dramatically, but it was too late. He could just say hi, he told himself. He could show Cas around a little. He could just be a friendly face. It didn't have to mean anything.



EVELYN FOX
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Evelyn was new in town, and quickly realised that she didn't exactly know too many people. She bought a chai latte and a slice of brownie and ate them as she wandered around, stopping to buy some sunflowers from a stall. The range of costumes endeared her, from kids dressed as ghosts and skeletons and cats to... someone apparently dressed as a plague doctor? And there was everything in between.

As she strolled through the stalls, she fell in love with the people. She spotted two girls talking to each other, one dressed in steampunk gear, and another in a, frankly, adorable pastel witch outfit. "Oh my god, I know this is weird, but I love your outfits! You guys look so cool!" She gushed as she passed, but didn't stop to talk.

She spotted a familiar figure, dressed in a costume that made her smirk. She made her way over to him. "Ahoy there, matey. Glad to have a first mate on this journey of ours." She teased, tipping her hat at him. "Didn't realise this was exactly your scene. Good to know you're not too grumpy to have a little fun." She added. The fact that the two of them had basically worn the same costume made her smirk. "You know, people are going to talk about us wearing the same costume. They might even think we're friends," she teased.

"Did our mutual friend diverge any more information about what's going to go down?" She asked lightly, but the weight behind them was real. They couldn't ignore it, despite how much she wanted to just ignore it all and have a good evening.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
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Phoenix laughed as Alex asked him to remind him not to wear a full mask the following year. Frankly, the thought of one just seemed outright claustrophobic to Phoenix, but Alex had seemed excited about it at first. And Phoenix didn't exactly have room to judge- had he had time, effort, resources, he might have put a little more effort in to his own costume. But he was happy with how it had turned out, even still. Phoenix grinned as Alex complimented them.

Alex's questions about what he should do as Cas approached, and Phoenix barely had time to respond. "Just be yourself, okay? That's more than enough," he said with a grin. But he didn't have time to dwell on it. There was something... strange in Cas' behaviour. At first, he seemed that perfect flawless figure he always was, cool and calm and collected. And then, suddenly, he paled, seeming panicky for just a moment. He recovered quickly, but Phoenix could see the few cracks in the perfect mask for the first time. But the slight wink made Phoenix grin and blush a little.

"Cas, this is Alex. Alex, Cas. Alex and I have been friends since we were kids. And Cas' purchases of jam have probably bought my food for the rest of the month. When you combine that with the charming conversation and company, it's an absolute delight serving you," he said to Cas with a beaming smile. "So, has the Fall Festival made you fall completely in love with Greythorne yet? It's probably my favourite time of year, if I'm being honest," he said. He decided not to dwell on Cas' momentary discomfort. It was probably just Alex's costume. It seemed to unnerve everyone. There was a small voice in his head that reminded him that Cas had only paled as he'd turned to look at Phoenix, but the reasoning behind that was a place that Phoenix didn't want to go right now.



EVELYN FOX
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xxxwhat do you want from me?
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Evelyn just smirked as Markus rolled his eyes. She'd discovered that calling him an old man was an effective and satisfying way to irritate him just a little, and she seemed to get mileage out of it every time she used it. This time was no different as he explained himself more than necessary. "Sure thing, Grandpa," she retorted with a smirk as they began to walk. She knew exactly what that look meant. No hunter talk in somewhere as public as this. But she hadn't actually said the word hunter, and he had room to be as vague as he liked. He was the one who said the word "attack", in her defense, although he did wait at least until they were away from the crowds.

The change in his tone made her raise an eyebrow, as he went from making plans to telling her to go make friends, essentially. "Figured that figuring out this whole hunter problem is probably a better use of my time right now. Especially because I've got all of eternity to make friends," she said. The words were out before she realised how she'd let the venom seep in to them, her hatred at the thought of living and living and living forever. She'd wanted to live a long life, but never this long. Not with all of the unpleasantness it brought.

"How did you reconcile yourself to this life?" She asked suddenly, not looking at him. "The thought of... living forever, and ever, the only end in sight brought about by someone else. Like, I wanted to live to a hundred, just because that's a really cool achievement. But like, vampires live for hundreds of years. And hundreds of years is way longer than I ever anticipated. How do you even... make friends if you know you're going to live that long? If they're mortal, they're just going to die. If they're immortal, surely you're just eventually going to get fed up of each other. And then they've also got to deal with the whole... drinking blood to survive thing," she said. "With their friend being a monster."

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Alex- momentarily glad for the full mask- raised an eyebrow at Cas' awkward entrance, and took a moment to scan his appearance as he introduced himself, and found himself momentarily focusing on his necklace. A brief, but intense, flash of panic hit him. Calm down, Alex, he thought to himself, it's probably some part of his costume. His knowledge of history and time outside Greythorne as a teenager had made him slightly sensitive to religious icons, and his overall sense of dread- along with the risk of hunters- didn't help to soothe his anxieties. He nodded at the introduction, "Yeah, I've heard all about your, uh..." he gave a short pause, some humor in his voice, "your jams."

As Phoenix spoke about the festival, Alex absently looked around, almost as if he was already growing bored of the conversation. "The fall festival is the highlight of the year, I can't think of a better time to stumble upon the town.” He looked at Cas as he continued speaking, ”You’ve really brought your own charm with you, though. If you’re thinking about sticking around- please do. It’s been a little while since someone so... interesting came through town.”

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Image"Really? I honestly might have to take you up on that offer sometime" Aurora always liked learning new things, and often spent some of her free time gaining knowledge in random skills such as how to cook an egg twenty different ways or make wreaths. After being confined to the same town for six years you really start to get creative. She didn't really mind the sameness, Greythorne was home. Standing on her tiptoes she gazed around for a few moments with a small chuckle, "I don't even think I can see over the first line of people" Rory shrugged slightly peering at the Carnival booths just a few steps away. Each booth lined with a multitude of prizes her eyes lighting up. It was no secret that fae were hoarders, not as bad as dragons of course, but shiny, interesting objects were so enticing to her. "Could I interest you in a friendly game of Ski-ball? Or darts? If I don't leave her with one of those oversized, stuffed unicorns - I might cry".


Cas bit the inside of his cheek slightly to stop his wide grin at Phoenix's introduction settling instead for a softer smile. He wondered for a brief moment if the Witch knew how adorable he was, and for a fleeting moment what he would think if he knew Cas's real indentity. It was a dangerous thought and he quickly buried it among the rest like he always did. Cas could think of two people on this planet who knew who he actually was, the rest were dead.

As he turned to Alex with a smile, chuckling at his comment. "I believe at this point half the town knows about my jams" He shot a small look in Phoenix's direction, almost teasingly. Normally, Cas turned off the little angelic abilities he had but some minds were stronger than others. It took him a small moment to decipher the jumbled mess of thoughts, but he finally realized Alex was thinking about his necklace. He hadn't even given it a second thought putting it on, it was like second nature to him most of the time. Now he realized how incriminating it might've looked surrounded by a multitude of witches. It took quite a bit of his will power not to mess with it then and there, he realized how much that small gesture might've given away. "Well it's certainly nice to finally meet you, I've heard a bit about you" He grinned out of the corner of his mouth before turning back to Phoenix.


"Greythorne definitely has caught my eye, I might need a little more convincing before I jump to love. Out of all my years traveling I have to say it's perhaps one of the most charming towns I've ever encountered. Certainly has the most charming individuals". The two would most likely think nothing of it, but Cas was getting too comfortable with the things he was saying. In a situation like this he normally turned cold and abrasive, but he couldn't - he couldn't bring himself to that, maybe not yet.

He turned back to Alex, briefly forgetting of the other witch's presence as he had gone silent. ”You humor me. I promise you that I'm the least interesting customer you've probably had.” This would've been a perfect time to casually bring up his leaving, but again he shoved it under the rug as if that would help him at all. Instead he lied, like always. "Perhaps I might, so far everyone's been so welcoming. Not to mention I couldn't leave without a years worth supply of everything in Phoenix's cafe - and there's no telling how long that might take him".

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Phoenxix just blushed and grinned a little awkwardly as Cas remarked that it seemed half the town knew about the jam and shot him a teasing glance. It wasn't that he was telling everyone. It was more so that he was gushing to all of his friends, and sometimes got a little carried away. He knew he shouldn't let himself get so carried away, that he should be a little more guarded. But then he saw that grin and couldn't stop himself.

Phoenix raised an eyebrow as Cas said that he might need a little more convincing before he would say he was in love with the town, almost taking that as a challenge. Perhaps Phoenix was biased. But despite having his heart broken countless times there, despite knowing that leaving mightn't really be an option for him, he had never felt the desire to leave. Everything he needed was right here.

Alex's comment about Cas being interesting made Phoenix glance at him, a little confused. Alex seemed to be trying to figure out more about Cas. However, the costume just made things seem ever more absurd. But Cas didn't seem to dwell on it, instead reassuring them that he was entirely uninteresting. Phoenix didn't believe that for a second. There was something about Cas, something that deeply intrigued Phoenix. The fact that he seemed to appear from nowhere and seemed to be lingering made him curious. He knew that if there were hunters about, there was a chance that that mystery was just danger. But Phoenix didn't get that impression. Surely someone that beautiful couldn't be that dangerous.

He raised an eyebrow as Cas seemed to imply he'd be sticking around for a while. "Oh, you made the mistake of telling me now. Because I'll just pretend that I'm working on the order and refuse to ever finish it, trapping you here with the promise of more baked goods. Like the evil witch from some children's story," he said with a wicked grin, leaning in a little. "Or the brave and witty hero, depending on what part you're going to play."

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Alex listened to Cas, and he listened to Phoenix, and he looked at their faces as they spoke, listened to their tones and inflections, and suddenly felt like he was in high school again; always some sort of third wheel to some possible relationship that didn’t even exist, because Phoenix seemed to fall in love with every guy who looked his way. At the same time, Alex felt a certain level of protectiveness over Phoenix. He knew Phoenix didn’t need anyone protecting him, and he also knew that out of everyone in town, Alex was not one to be talking about being cautious and taking things slow, but he’d seen Phoenix through some dark times, and Phoenix had seen him through dark times as well, but Alex especially didn’t ever want to see his best friend hurt in the ways he’d been hurt before.

Still, he felt the need to give the two some privacy, if only for a moment. There was definitely something the two of them needed to work out, and he didn’t particularly want to sit around and wait to see if they would get around to it. He waited for a lull in the conversation before turning to Phoenix, β€œHey, I’m gonna go see if I can find something to drink. Want anything?” The offer was more about telling Phoenix that he would be coming back than it was an actual offer, because he had been known to use similar tactics to escape uncomfortable situations and never return. Although, if Phoenix said he didn’t want anything, it was entirely possible that Alex just wouldn’t come back, and he would be telling himself he was giving Phoenix some privacy.

As he turned to walk away, he leaned in and added, β€œBe careful, okay?” Over the years, Alex had said those words to Phoenix more times than he could count, and he wouldn’t be surprised if they’d lost all meaning. Most of the time, he couldn’t even tell Phoenix why he needed to be careful, just that he’d had an ominous dream or a gnawing feeling in his gut, and neither of those had ever proved to be particularly accurate. Still, Alex appreciated that Phoenix took him seriously, still. He knew it would sometimes be easier to brush him off as a man with persistent nightmares and an anxiety disorder. Sometimes he wondered, himself, if that wasn’t all there was to it. If it weren’t for the occasional waking vision, he might be convinced of it, himself. No one’s future, it seems, is set in stone.

As he walked away, he felt a familiar ice cold sensation on the back of his neck; someone was trying to get his attention. He looked around briefly, but saw nothing out of the ordinary, so he brushed it off. Spirits tended to mess with him more, this time of the year. He knew the veil between the living and the dead was thinner, and he also knew that a necromancer was sort of a beacon in the night. They all knew he was there, knew he could easily perceive them- even if no one else could. Sometimes they warned him of things, but without opening up to let them speak to him, it could be difficult to discern just what they wanted.

He was stopped a few times, first by a little girl who’s mom assured her that Alex’s costume was, indeed, just a costume, but she needed some proof. So he briefly took off his mask- and was met with another chill down his neck (which he ignored)- so he could talk to her for a moment, bent down at her level. With the mask off his head, she suddenly wasn’t so scared of it, and wanted to inspect every piece. As the girl and her mother walked away, Alex thought he heard a faint, look up! And while he wasn’t entirely sure if it was an audible voice or not, he listened. A small flock of ravens flew overhead, and Alex found himself quickly counting them. Thirteen. He quickly reminded himself that everything in life is not an omen, and that birds fly over the town all the time. He bought a cup of hot chocolate, was stopped by someone wondering if they had to buy tickets for the games (they seemed to swap out their methods yearly), and his response of β€œI don’t really know. I’m banned from playing them, so I didn’t bother to check.” was apparently unsatisfactory.

He took off one of his gloves to check his phone, partly because he wanted to text Phoenix to let him know that he’d be heading back soon, and also to make sure that nobody needed him. He started typing out a quick text when someone bumped into his shoulder, causing him to fumble and hit send on a text that read ”Hey, I” just before he dropped his phone to the ground, and simultaneously spilled hot chocolate all over himself. Swearing under his breath, he turned to see who had run into him, but whoever it was had disappeared into the crowd. He bent to pick up his phone, but someone managed to kick it just right so it careened just past the booths and vendors, not so far that it was out of sight, but far enough to make Alex wonder if that had even been accidental.

He pushed those thoughts out of his head and walked over to get his phone, intending to check it over for damage and head straight back to his friends. As he did that, he heard a small commotion from a nearby alleyway. Nope. Not doing that. Not going there. He started to turn to leave, but found himself face-to-face with someone he didn’t immediately recognize. β€œOh, um-” he started to apologize and slip past the man, but he was interrupted.

β€œSorry to bother you, but my friend came this way, and I haven’t seen him in a few minutes. Going to look for him by myself kind of freaks me out, would you mind helping me?” Alex didn’t know why, but he agreed. Maybe it was the charming smile, maybe it was the way the man grabbed his arm and started leading him along before he had even chosen.

It didn’t take long before Alex found himself in that alleyway, surrounded. He sighed, almost defeated, β€œLook, I don’t know-” A fist to the nose shut him up quickly, and he suddenly understood exactly what was going on. Five against one was the farthest thing from fair, and he suddenly felt very small.

β€œWhat do you think he is?”

β€œDoes it matter? Let’s make it quick.”

”You need to try to run.” Said a voice in his head. Alex agreed; he needed to get out of this situation. Everyone in town needed to know what was going on, but he didn’t know how he was going to make it out of here. He started to yell, β€œHelp! There’s-” They started to come at him, and he tried to run, he did his best to fight back, but quickly enough he felt a white-hot flash of pain. He cried out in pain, sounding almost more like a wounded animal than a person.

I’m going to die… He thought to himself, as he suddenly started feeling very cold.

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Imageβ€œOh you are so on Price!” Aurora said with a laugh as she grabbed Jaiden’s forearm essentially dragging her off to the multitude of carnival games. Rory couldn’t hold back her excitement as she eyed one of the large unicorns at the ring toss. At Jaiden’s comment about the unicorn she grinned, β€œyou would undeniably be my favorite for the rest of my life if you won me that unicorn”.

The two played carnival games back and forth, Jaiden winning nearly all of them. Aurora liked to think it was because she was just going easy on the witch. Still in about ten minutes the two had wracked up nearly ten different stuffed animals - so much so that Aurora had given at least three to a small pixie girl that was eyeing their hoard. It had all lead up to the perfect moment, Jaiden’s eyes trained like a hawk on the ring toss, Aurora clutching the fabric of her skirt so tight she thought it might rip. The toss seemed to happen in front of her in slow motion, so that when the ring landed perfectly on the blue bottle it was like a moment out of a movie. Rory squealed in delight, throwing her arms around Jaiden in a hug nearly knocking the witch down in the process. β€œYou did it! Oh Jai you’re amazing!” Her voice was slightly muffled as her face was buried in Jaiden’s shoulder from the hug. 

Aurora only turned away when the Satyr behind the counter unhooked the giant unicorn and handed it to her. She took the thing into a giant hug, relishing in the fact that it smelled kind of like raspberries.

Phoenix’s comment earned a chuckle from Cas, his eye softening slightly as he glanced his way. Cas matched the witch’s distance, leaning in himself β€œI don’t quite mind playing the Damsel in Distress Woods, if that’s what your implying. Although I like to believe I fit much more into the role of the fire-breathing dragon”. With a smirk on his face he leaned back to look at Alex, who certainly wasn’t enjoying the flirtatious banter happening before him. Cas didn’t have much time to talk to him however, as he made no haste in offering to get Phoenix a drink before being swallowed whole by the masked crowd in front of him. A small sigh bubbled out of the Angel’s lips and he angled his head slightly towards Phoenix but kept his gaze trained on the crowd in front of him. β€œI hope I didn’t scare him away, I’m not that intimidating, right?” If you didn’t see the coy smile on his face the statement almost sounded sincere.

β€œWell, I guess it’s just the two of us - I hope you don’t mind that I’ve seemed to scare everyone else away” Cas fully turned to face Phoenix his eyes tracing the curves of the dark wings that he wore on his back. It seemed that his heart began to beat a little faster now, and he was definitely feeling nervous. He couldn’t exactly understand why however, there was nothing to be nervous about. Yet as he found himself staring into the witch’s steely grey-blue eyes, Cas just knew. β€œPhoenix, I - ” His eyes darkened suddenly as he abruptly stopped his sentence, his eyes frantically searching the seemingly normal crowd of festival goers around him. Cas gripped Phoenix’s upper arm, probably too tight, and pulled him to his side his eyes not leaving the crowd. β€œSomething’s not right” His voice came out as a whisper, so quiet it seemed to fade into the noise of the festival. This entire time, Cas had been quietly filtering out the thoughts in his head bouncing around from those near him. He was glad he finally decided to listen to what they were saying. β€œYou need to leave, now” Cas turned to Phoenix his eyes dark and his tone commanding. He wasn’t offering the witch a choice, he was telling him what to do. Cas knew it was abrupt but he needed to get Phoenix out of here, he refused to acknowledge why he cared so much. Even though he already was beginning to figure out the answer.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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Phoenix had been so lost in his complete and utter delight that Cas seemed to actually be flirting back that he almost missed Alex's awkwardness. It wasn't the first time he'd been in this scenario either. As a teenager, Phoenix had dragged Alex along when he'd been going to talk to whoever Phoenix's latest crush was, mostly as back-up or so somebody with a bit of sense could drag him away if things went south. He shot Alex an apologetic grin as the other man walked away, nodding ever so slightly as Alex warned him, as always, to be careful. At this stage, it could have meant a number of things. Be careful, this man is still a stranger, you don't know that he's not dangerous.

Or possibly just, "be careful, don't get your heart broken again, I can't face having to watch disney movies with you as you sob into your ice cream. again."

But then Alex went, and Cas made a comment about scaring his friends off, and Phoenix was lost in the conversation all over again. "They scare easily. But I've never been afraid of fire breathing dragons," Phoenix retorted, smirking a little. He suddenly became acutely aware of how close Cas was to him, close enough that he could smell his aftershave. Subtle, sophisticated, and entirely unfamiliar. Phoenix met those shocking blue eyes and he could feel his heart pounding, his breath almost catching in his throat. Somewhere, feeling as though it was entirely disconnected, his phone buzzed.

And then there was a change in Cas' expression, and he grabbed Phoenix's arm and pulled him slightly out of the crowd. Cas' voice was barely a whisper, but Phoenix heard it. He could also hear and see that... fear. Not fear for himself. But fear for what was about to happen. He glanced at his phone to see if anyone had texted him, but just frowned at Alex's half text. Cas told him to leave.

"Cas, what the hell is going on? I can handle..." Phoenix trailed off as the pieces clicked in to place. The text. The sudden panicked faces of those around him. And that awful feeling that something was wrong.

"Something's happened to Alex." He didn't even realise he was saying it until it was out, and then he was running, shoving his way through the crowd. He saw Jaiden a few hundred feet in front of him, saw the distinctive light of flickering flames, and followed them down an alley, where sure enough, he found Alex and Jaiden. Alex was on the ground, with Jaiden kneeling beside him. "Oh my god. What happened?" He asked, taking a few steps closer.

He didn't know how he heard it when he did. He didn't know how he noticed or how he reacted fast enough. But he heard footsteps behind him and turned to see a glint of something silver heading for his heart.Vines erupted from the earth beneath them and abruptly dragged the man away, but not before the knife had a chance to tear a ragged cut along Phoenix's shoulder. He cried out in pain as the cut burned far more than its shallow depth should have allowed. The knife had to be pure silver. The vines had pinned the man to the ground, and Phoenix kicked away the knife. "Greythorne isn't going to survive much longer," the man swore, struggling against the vines. Phoenix could feel the reflexive increase in energy as they tightened around him. "You'll all burn in hell. You have no idea what's coming," the man added. Phoenix just stared, terrified as he realised he had no idea what to do next. He turned around to see Alex still on the ground, and Phoenix swore he could see blood. His own shoulder felt like it was on fire. And apparently this was only the beginning.


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Evelyn just playfully raised an eyebrow as Markus grumbled that she wasn't his type. She almost immediately picked up on what Markus meant. Violet was a ghost. Literally haunting the town. She nodded knowingly, but Violet confirmed it. Ghost. Evelyn wondered what that had to be like. At least she had some hope of a... a cure. What did Violet have?

But Violet clearly seemed eager to brighten the conversation up, and Evelyn went along with it. Talking about how terrible her life was had never been her style, and she didn't plan on starting now. So when Violet asked if they were going to go have some fun, Evelyn beamed. "Can't speak for Mr. Grumpy there, but I want to play some games. Ooh, or did you see the carousel? All the horses are painted to look spooky, it looks so cool."

But as Evelyn looked back towards the fair, she felt something... off. Some people around seemed tense and worried, and they hadn't been a few seconds beforehand. Something was off. She shot a knowing look at Markus. Perhaps the information they'd gotten had been right after all.

"How about we go take a walk around the fair first? See what's happening, what there is to do, just... really take everything in?" She said, hoping he'd get her meaning. She wanted to have a scout around, see if there was anything... strange happening. Just to check.

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ImageAurora nearly ran face first into Jaiden's back as she stopped abruptly and Rory glanced over her shoulder slightly. "What? Is something wrong?" Her face paled as Jaiden grabbed her shoulders and told her to run. "Jaiden, what do you mean? What's going on?" The witch didn't respond as she dashed off through the crowd, leaving Aurora terrified and confused. She ran after Jaiden, catching glimpses of the witch as she pushed through the crowd before seeing her break through and run into one of the side alleys. That was when she saw the crumpled form of her friend laying on the pavement and also when all hell broke loose. People began screaming and running in all directions, swallowing up the small fairy whole. She fell to the pavement scrapping her knee and ripping her tights as she was stampeded by a group of terrified townsfolk. Her unicorn plush was kicked from her grasp, and she soon lost sight of it after a few moments. Aurora managed to crawl to the side of one of the booths, using the railing to hoist herself upright. It was the same booth that she had bought cider from earlier that evening. Except the smiling Sylph that had served her was now crumpled in the corner her apron stained red with blood. Aurora's eyes widened in horror, and she tried to scream but nothing came out. Instead she stumbled backwards in fear and was only snapped out of her trance when someone running almost took her out again.

Lynn. Oh god, her baby brother. She had left him to take care of her booth. The thought of him was the only thing propelling her legs to move as she tore through the crowd to where she had set up her booth. But. Her friends, someone was hurt. It could be any of them. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the flaming red hair of the elf that she knew worked at the clinic. The fae made a beeline for him, and allowed no questions asked before she shoved him in the direction of her friends. Oh for the love of all things good she hoped they were okay.

Aurora sprinted back to her booth, her heart sinking as an array of pots and plants were smashed and destroyed. "No, no, no" She repeated to herself as she got closer, she couldn't lose them again. Not again. A horrible sob racked her body as she neared the cart with Lynn nowhere in sight. "Lynn! Lynn where are you?" She yelled at the top of her lungs, her eyes frantically searching the crazed crowd around her. "Aurora!" She was afraid that his voice was merely a ghost until she spotted him a few booths down, cowering behind a cardboard sign. Aurora sprinted over to him, wrapping him in a hug, silent tears falling down her cheek. "Oh god, Lynn. I thought- I really-" "Aurora it's okay, I'm fine. I promise. Aurora, the hunters-" "I know, I know. You need to leave now. Tell Lucinda to lock and board the doors, okay?" Since Nymphs were Earthen spirits, they could travel by tree. It was a fascinating thing to see, and Rory had always been a little jealous of her adoptive family. "But what about you?" Lynn looked at her with pleading eyes. "I'll be fine, I promise. I just need you to get home okay. I just need to make sure you're safe." She smoothed a lone piece of hair out of his face and guided him to the small oak behind the booth. "Go" She said ushering him to it. He gave her one last sorrowful look before he faded into the tree and was gone. Aurora let out a heavy sigh of relief, wiping the tears away from her face and turning back to the chaos ensuing in front of her. Her friends. She had to find them.

Aurora tore through the crowd, as much as a girl of her stature could. She could just see the alleyway in the distance before someone grabbed the back of her dress, knocking her down onto the asphalt. Aurora promptly had the breath taken out from her as a woman brandishing a scary looking scar on her face wrestled her to the ground, pinning her arms to her sides. Rory screamed and tried to squirm but the woman had a grip of iron. "Well, what do we have here?" She spat as Rory continued to struggle in her grip. "Let me go!" The woman simply chuckled at her attempt, "how cute". Aurora knew there was no way she was getting out of this. She tried to glance around her but everybody seemed to be running and not paying attention to the small fae on the ground. As Aurora turned her head the women got a good glance at her ears and her eyes widened slightly. "A fairy huh? You know I always heard you lot were useless but I never actually believed them. Such a shame really, what a waste" The woman switched her grip to Rory's throat and squeezed. Aurora screamed in instinct but it simply came out as a choked wheeze. She desperately tried to claw at the woman's face but her grip was made of iron, and it wasn't long before Aurora's vision began to blur. Is this how her family felt? Is this what it feels like to die? Aurora struggled on a few moments longer before she eventually felt her body relax, she desperately tried to think of her friends in the moment. Of Lynn. Lynn was safe. That's all that mattered.





Cas saw Phoenix’s expression change in an instant and he knew he should’ve just been quiet about the whole ordeal. Should’ve just offered to take him home. β€œPhoenix! Wait, Phoenix stop!” Cas called after him as the witch sprinted off into the crowd leaving him in a crowd of confused festival goers. They were being ambushed. Hunters, seemingly hiding under the guises of townsfolk just waiting for the most vulnerable moment to pounce. It was clever and calculated. Humans, such troubled, mindless creatures yet so profound. Cas had been watching them make mistakes for centuries, and they only seemed to get more chaotic and messy as the years went by. He should walk away. This event would be the perfect escape for him, to leave and never come back. Cas thought about it, as he ran after Phoenix. He was getting more lenient as the years went on maybe colder, but maybe he was just tired. Tired of it all. The moving, the hiding, the lying. Or maybe it was the guilt. So many times he slipped away when he could’ve helped, so many lives lost. Sure he wasn’t the heavenly angel he once was, but Cas still had morals, he still had a heart.

By the time he reached the alley, he feared he was too late. His gaze shifted from Alex’s seemingly lifeless body to Phoenix. Cas’s eyes fell instantly to the dark maroon that had begun to bleed through the shirt on his shoulder. He wanted to go to him, heal him, comfort him, berate him for being foolish, but he kept his distance and instead held Phoenix’s gaze. It seemed that his witch friend had already begun to help patch him up. A shout at the end opposite end of the alley caught his attention. His eyes darkened. It seemed that the hunters had come looking for their friend. Cas briefly glanced to the others then to the witch helping Phoenix, β€œDo not let go of that gauze, and do not move” He didn’t need anyone else getting caught up in the violence. 

Cas sprinted towards the end of the alley, his blue eyes a now steely grey. Four of the men slowed to a stop in his presence and he heard the thoughts filtering through their head. What was he? Or better yet, what could kill him? He really didn’t want to break the bad news to them. It seemed that the men didn’t want to stop and chat either as the all four charged him. For Cas it seemed as if time slowed to a stop and with the fluidity and grace of a dancer he avoided the men’s blows, knocking two off their feet and punching another square in the jaw. The fourth came up behind him and attempted to grab him from behind but Cas flipped him over his head hard on the pavement with a sickening crunch. It was then one used the distraction to stab him in the slide with a rather wicked looking blade, but Cas felt nothing at all. The man was astounded at his reaction backing away slightly. Yes, that’s right, leave Cas thought as he stared the man down. He didn’t want to kill anyone, at least not if he had to. Of course, these buffoons couldn’t take the hint. Cas had merely been putting on a show, at least to scare them off. It hadn’t seemed to work. So when two came charging at him, Cas flicked his wrist in the general direction and the mens’ neck snapped in an instant both dropping like flies. He flinched slightly at the sight, it wasn’t pretty. The man on the ground had begun to stir after being knocked out and the other one looked in horror at his two friends. β€œYou- you’re the devil!” He shouted backing down the alley as the corner of Cas’s mouth shifted up in a slight smirk. β€œSomething like that” He called after the man took of running. The angel sighed walking over to the man on the ground, crouching to his level. β€œI’m sorry” He said quietly before slowly closing his hand into a fist, the man’s neck snapping with a small crack.

Cas wiped his hands on his jeans and stood back up glancing back down the alley. It was when he finally assumed that the hunters were gone when his shoulders hunched and he fell sideways against the brick wall of the alley. His skin was so pale it had become practically translucent, and his hands were trembling. It had been years since Cas had used his abilities, as even the smallest bit drained everything from him. It was at this point he became practically, human. He coughed, wiping his hand on his mouth smearing blood on the back of his hand and no doubt his face. He probably looked like a vampire. Not to mention the wounds on his back had begun to sting. No doubt they had reopened, as if his wings had been tore off yesterday. He began to shuffle back down the alley towards the others, trying his utmost to regain his composure but felt like he had been to hell and back.

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This was their home. This was supposed to be safe. They were supposed to be safe here. And all of a sudden, they weren't. All of a sudden, one of Phoenix's friends was bleeding out in an alleyway and he was clutching his own injured shoulder, able to feel his energy rapidly depleting with the energy of holding down a hunter. It felt as though the vines had wrapped around his own chest, making it harder to breathe. If he wasn't safe here, where would he be?

He only seemed to pay attention to reality again as Jaiden suddenly appeared in front of him, pressing something against his shoulder to try and slow the bleeding. It was silver, Phoenix wanted to say. It would need more tending than that, the skin would be burned, but somehow, he couldn't find the words. Cas' appearance stopped him from slipping in to the depths of his own mind again. The concern written all over his face might have flattered Phoenix at another time, but he just nodded numbly. And all of a sudden it was Violet that was there. Phoenix frowned.

"Violet, go back to Alex," he said, surprised by how steady his voice came out. Gently, and wincing slightly, he pulled her hand away from his shoulder and held the gauze in place himself. "He might need you right now." Despite the fact that he'd known Alex for what felt like forever, he had never claimed to understand his best friend's power. He'd never wanted to. He didn't even know how the hell or if it would even work in these conditions. But... Violet saw things differently, and she might be able to...

Well, worst case scenario, she couldn't do any less than Phoenix himself could.

Which was a big fat nothing.

Activity down the other end of the alleyway caught his attention. He turned just in time to see one of the men drive a knife into Cas' side. And, for a moment, Phoenix's vision went black. At that moment, it seemed his brain couldn't handle any more. He felt a release somewhere within him, one that only drove the anxiety higher. And sure enough, when his vision reappeared and he turned to look at where the man he had pinned to the ground had been, he'd somehow pulled himself out and had vanished. But he hadn't attacked any of them, having apparently realised that he was outnumbered and that one of him didn't stand a chance against even one of them. So Phoenix turned and, still clutching the gauze to his shoulder like a lifeline, almost ran down the alley to where he could see Cas, ghostly pale and shuffling towards them.

"Where did they get you? Where are you hurt?" Phoenix blurted out, searching desperately for some injury, for blood on his shirt but... despite the fact he had seen the knife go in, he couldn't see anything. Phoenix's mind couldn't quite comprehend it in it's exhausted state. "Cas, I saw them stab you," he blurted, still not quite... understanding.


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She could immediately see the shift in Markus as they made their way back towards town. Good to know it wasn't just her being paranoid at least. But as she got into town, an all too familiar scent reached her. Blood. A mix of supernatural, and the sweet, metallic, addictive scent of human blood. She hesitated, but Violet grabbed her wrist and pulled her further in towards it. Evelyn instinctively held her breath for fear she'd lose control.

But Markus and Violet dragged her to the site of an attack, where the smell of blood was overpowering and intoxicating. She pulled her wrist free of Violet's grip and pulled away, but Violet didn't notice, her attention on one of the injured. Two injured, one bleeding profusely, one who appeared to just have a wound to his shoulder but who seemed completely out of it, staring at his surroundings and not reacting to any of it. Witch blood wasn't as good as human blood, but it would do. She shook the thought from her head and paced back a few metres, still able to smell it despite her holding her breath. She could feel that... that monster in her, wanting to attack one of them, wanting to drain them, wanting to feel satisfied for the first time in months.

And then suddenly, a hunter who had been pinned to the ground seconds ago seemed to wiggle himself free and scramble to his feet. Having seen the powers of those gathered, he decided to run instead of taking any of them on alone. But he apparently hadn't spotted Evelyn. In a millisecond, she had him pinned to the ground, fangs a hair's breadth away from his throat. But something made her hold back. Apparently the impact of a vampire hurling herself in to you and causing your head to hit off the ground was enough to knock you clean out. Thinking on her feet, she pulled the belt from around her waist to form a makeshift set of handcuffs and tied her jacket over his head to act as a blindfold. Ideally, she would have had something to bind his legs away too, but this was the best she could do for now. And gritting her teeth, she dragged him back to the alleyway, that smell of blood still overpowering. But what else could she do? She wasn't strong enough to drag him anywhere else by himself, so this would have to do. And then she stood, hovering as far away as she dared get, holding her breath and hoping that somebody would tell her to go somewhere else, somewhere away from that sickening, addicting smell of blood.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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ImageCas wasn't ready for Phoenix's barrage of questions, as the witch suddenly appeared in front of him. He was still feeling fairly weak as he felt Phoenix's hand search his side where he was 'stabbed' by one of the hunters. Cas already knew by now that there most likely was no wound and no blood, probably the only evidence leading towards the stab being a small tear in his jacket and shirt where it had gone through. In fact, the only person who had hurt him in the entire encounter was himself. He could only assume as the years went by and his time on Earth stretched, he became more and more human. Or maybe less and less angel. "Phoenix - I'm fine, Phoe-" He weakly tried to push the witch away from him his sentence ending in a wheezing cough. The back of his throat burned and he had the coppery taste of blood on his mouth. Not to mention he felt his shirt cling to his back, no doubt stuck to him with blood. Although it was hard to discern with his black suit jacket covering him. to Cas needed time to recharge, bad. He knew he wasn't going to die, he couldn't, but Phoenix didn't know that. His current ailments added to the suspicion, no stab wound and coughing up blood? Makes perfect sense.

The look on Phoenix's face meant only trouble. Cas was not ready to have this conversation, nor did he ever want to have this conversation. Not now. In his best attempt to try and divert the conversation away from him and back to Phoenix, finally catching the witch's hand with his. "Stop worrying about me Woods, you're the one that's hurt. We need to get you- we need to get everyone out of here." His eyes focused on the gauze pressed against Phoenix's shoulder, that had nearly completely soaked through with blood. In a perfect world Cas could've healed that wound in a second, but he wasn't the angel he once was. "We're no use to anyone dead".

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis

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If Phoenix hadn't been concerned by Cas' weak attempts to push him away, he would have been by the coughing that followed, and especially so by the splatter of bright red blood over Cas' hand. But there was no sign of any injury, and Phoenix just did not understand. What the hell had happened to Cas? What the hell had happened?

"I'm the one who's hurt? Bullshit, Davis, you're the one coughing up blood. What the hell did they do to you?" He asked. He was about to respond to Cas' comment about them being dead when he heard some activity behind him. There was a moment when he didn't dare turn around for fear what he was about to see. And then he heard a voice, one that made him breathe a sigh of relief. Alex was around. Phoenix could have collapsed with relief. But he didn't.

"You... You're right, we do need to get out of here. We're a liability when we're all here together in a group, if they ambush us all then we're... we're in big trouble. But you're coming back to my apartment so I can make sure you're okay." It wasn't as much of a request as an order. Phoenix wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and just... cry? Scream? He didn't know what he needed but he couldn't give in to it right now. He needed to look after himself, he needed to look after Cas, and he needed to make sure that nobody else needed his help. He couldn't help, not really. It wasn't like he could help to carry Alex or anything but he just couldn't stand to be helpless.

But he turned around again and seeing the blood on the ground, seeing Alex barely conscious, seeing Jaiden carrying Aurora... it all hit him like a kick to the chest. He couldn't do this. He needed to get away from here. "Jaiden, we're... we need to leave, I need to patch myself up, I need to check Cas is okay, I just... need to go," he mumbled, grabbing Cas' arm and pulling him out of the alley. He couldn't dwell on this any more, he needed to get away from it all.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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It took a few moments but after being able to breath she finally felt herself come to. Aurora took a large gasp of air as if she was resurfacing from being under, gripping to the front of Jaiden's shirt. "What- I was" Her hands instinctively grabbed at her throat, which felt tender to the touch, "The hunter was right there". Rory's next breath came out in a strangled sob and clear tears began to cascade down her cheeks make her eyes seem even greener than they were. "I thought I was going to die" She said quietly to Jaiden as the two reached the alley. The fae then went silent as she saw the disaster laid out before her. It was worse than she could've imagined. Everyone was hurt. "Jaiden, I'm fine. T-thank you" She said as the witch let her down, her entire body trembling. Her eyes went to Alex let out a sigh of relief as she saw he was mumbling. Oliver. He helped, he saved Alex. Aurora wanted to thank the elf but she was too dazed to even move. Nobody was dead, at least her friends were still alive, it's what she kept reminding herself. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly to stop herself from shaking but it didn't help much. At Phoenix's exit she turned to Jaiden her voice quiet and hoarse from the hunter, "I- I don't want to be alone tonight. I don't think I can go home by myself" Aurora knew there was no way she was getting any sleep regardless, but she would feel a little better if she was in the presence of one of her friends.

"I'm telling you, they didn't lay a hand on-" Cas didn't even have time to finish as Phoenix turned at the sound of Alex's voice. He felt a small weight lift from his shoulders, he was glad the witch had survived. Still, he had to deal with Phoenix who was putting up quite a fight. At the mention of going back to Phoenix's apartment, Cas's felt his heart race and his face pale even more (if that was even possible). It was a terrible, terrible idea. Cas had to go home, clean his scars, and leave. Going to Phoenix's apartment had disaster written all over it, and he knew if he went there was a good chance he wasn't leaving Greythorne in the morning. At least not without breaking the witch's heart and his own in the process, which he was so desperately trying to avoid. Cas knew he had made this so much more difficult by investing himself too much in those in this town.

Cas was still caught up in trying to figure out how to escape the situation when he felt Phoenix grip his arm and begin to take him away from the others . "Phoenix wait - I promise, I'm fine. I think you should stay with you friends. They would be better help to you than I ever could" Better help to you than I ever will be, he wanted to add. He wanted to tell Phoenix a lot of things. That he shouldn't be taking Cas with him, that he shouldn't trust him for that matter. That all Phoenix had ever done for him was make him feel welcome in Greythorne, and all Cas had ever done was lie.

After they had made it a few blocks from the festival and everything around them had become eerily quiet Cas stood his ground tugging them both to a stop. "Phoenix" Cas found that for once he couldn't look the witch in the eyes. "You don't want to do this. I- I don't deserve your help. I'll never deserve your help".

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Everything had been such a blur as everything happened so quickly before her eyes. The half-elf named Oliver had instructed Violet to help Alex if she was able to, talk to him if she could somehow reach him, wherever he was, as Phoenix had already gotten back to his feet and was already going over the man named Cas. She still didn't know how to feel about the guy, and how easy it was for him to win over Phoenix and his attention was scary to her, she hadn't seen him meet anyone ever that did that, and it unsettled her. What about this guy caused her friend to be so infatuated with him? She shook her head as they left, noticing that Alex was slowly coming to, mumbling something under his breath, it sounded like something about Violet and where she was. Now that she thought about it since she left to help Aurora, she hadn't seen her since she came back. She sighed as she looked at the others, they were a mess.

Jaiden looked over at the woman that had complimented their outfits earlier, she hadn't looked so good as Jaiden finally gave her a look over. Her face was pale, well, even paler than usual and had a sickened look on her face. " You don't look so good, you should head back home, I'll make sure to check on you tomorrow, okay?" she offered her a small smile as her attention was then taken away from the vampire to the fae. Giving Aurora a look over and her heart sank a bit, seeing her like that made her angry as well as saddened. The girl was so happy and full of life moments ago, and in seconds, she was simply a shell, asking if Jaiden is she could go with her and keep her company. She didn't blame Aurora at all, and to be honest she wasn't wanting to go home alone either. Anything could happen now that the hunters were gone and could be anywhere, splitting up would be such a terrible idea.

Jaiden gently placed her hand on the fae's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as she tried giving her a small and reassuring smile, "Of course. I'll stay as long as you need me to." she said softly as the two began to walk away and to the fairy's house, making small talk as they made their way. Normally she would have said they could go to her house, but it is rather far, as well as it being cold, and who knows who or what was in those woods now, avoiding them would be the safest bet. "Whatever you need, I got it covered, Rory.." Jaiden said with a small smile as she stayed close to her friend, making sure that no one of suspect or danger was around, trying to ease the panic they were both feeling, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't even the least bit scared. Jaiden was petrified and had no clue on what to do, but she was going to what she had to. And that started with making sure one of her friends were safe.



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Meanwhile all of the chaos back at the fairgrounds, Markus was none the wiser when it came to what was going on with the group of friends in the alleyway. His senses were on high alert as he looked at what had caused the commotion and form in the darkened area of the forest. In the area that he looked was a rather large lake that was in a very large clearing with a field. His heart sank as memories of this lake came back to him, he remembered what happened here, and it caused some anger to stir within him. He shook his head, clearing any of those memories from his head, it was almost a decade ago, and it was too late. Too late to do anything about it, and too late to help her. He sighed as he scanned the area, seeing a trail of blood near the edge of the lake, crouching down he eyed the water's surface, something had been there as it was still calming down and rippled, sending some foam in different spots, as well as the blood that slowly appeared from its depths. He knew what transpired, one of the Hunters was lured, and was too easy of a target. Poor bastard, he thought as he studied the water closer, seeing a form lurking in one specific area of the lake. He crossed his arms and stood firm, knowing what, or who he was looking at. He had only seen her a few times, but he knew what she was, it was a rare case that they came on land, but he wasn't any less surprised, especially with Greythorne's past. "You can come out now, you're not hiding from me." he said loud enough for the figure to know they were exposed, even under the water. Markus knew that lake too well, and knew when someone was hiding in there. He was ready for a confrontation or at last a few words for the woman that laid hiding under the blue surface.



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Violet had looked down and away from Alex when he began talking about the fact that he was at her funeral and how it had affected him, especially since she was closer to his age at that time. It seemed like it was so long ago, and truth me told, it was, but at the same time it felt like it was yesterday. Being in a constant limbo where time never really passes for you is a weird life, or well, in her case existance to have. She sighed and shook her head, choosing to ignore that part of what he said, she didn't like talking about it, and now wasn't the time for that.

She nodded as he finally agreed to get out of there and go back, back to where they could rejoin the others. "Thank you. I thought I'd have to pull you back myself, and I wouldn't want to do that as...well, it has bad repercussions that I'm not even sure of yet." she said rather coldly, as it was the truth. There was one thing she could have done, and it would have ended badly if she messed it up, both of their souls could have ceased to exist, and she wasn't going to let that happen, not now anyway. They slowly began to make their way back until Alex stopped walking as if something had garnered his attention. She rolled her eyes and looked back at him, a look of fear overcame her as she pulled and pushed him along as she ran behind him, "Get the fuck out of here!" she snapped, finally seeing as he tripped and fell, then was suddenly gone. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she saw that he had returned to the other side, where he was supposed to be. But, Violet didn't go with him. She has left behind that cursed translucent veil, just shortly behind him. "Oh fuck..." she muttered as she turned around, her eyes wide as dinner plates as she saw what Alex hadn't seen, but only heard, and suddenly..There was nothing. No beast, no Alex, and no Violet. Just an empty space.