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The Claiming

Introduction






The Claiming
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The local werewolf pack in the small town of Woodbury, South Carolina has a ritual; it happens every time the pack starts running low in numbers which is usually every ten years. You see, when the pack needs more pack mates, each wolf in the pack picks a human and “claims them.” Claiming them as in stealing them away from their human lives days before the full moon to then change them on said night of the moon. This is usually done against the humans will and the pack keeps the humans locked in the house like the prisoners they are until the night of the full moon. Then, the pack makes it a game.
The evening of the full moon, before dark when they must shift, the pack releases their human. Due to the fact that their home is out in the middle of nowhere (surrounded by forest at that), they will let the humans ago, giving them a head start to run. The pack then shifts and hunts down their human to change them. It is the thrill of the hunt and who can change their human first. The first to bite their human and change them then howls, signaling their victory.
It has been almost fifteen years since the last Claiming. The pack is small and consists only of six wolves, that including the alpha. So, he has announced a Claiming to be scheduled the next full moon. The wolves have already set their sights on the human they want and claimed them. The role-play will start with the humans waking up at the packs home and the wolves there to explain to them what all is going on.





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Things About the Werewolves::
• They can shift at will, bur every full moon they are forced to shift.
• During the full moon is the only time a person can be turned into a werewolf. They must be bit and the wolf must stay with them during the transformation process. However, a newborn werewolf will not be able to shift until after the next full moon. After at they shift uncontrollably for the next few days.
• The shift is painful for newborn wolves and fairly uncomfortable for even the older ones.
• A werewolves eyes are a yellow/golden color in their wolf forms. This is how they look different than regular wolves. When angered, panicked, or about to shift a werewolves eyes will change to this color in their human forms. Older wolves can do this at will.
• Also, like wolves, werewolves can elongate and flash their canines in a declaration of dominance in their human forms. Alphas do this mostly.
• Werewolves, in their wolf forms, are only a little larger than actual wolves. They are not like Twilight wolves.
• In their wolf forms they cannot talk telepathically, but those in a pack can share mental images, to show where a kill is, where danger is, etc.
• Werewolves can control themselves when they shift, but during the full moon it is a lot harder and their animal instincts really try to kick in more-so than usual.
• Werewolves, even in their human forms, have a lot of wolf-like qualities.
• Silver cannot kill a werewolf, unless getting them in the heart, but if it pierces their skin it does irritate it and can cause them to blister.
• Wolf banes is poisonous to werewolves, and if ingested, is most likely fatal.
• They are fiercely protective and loyal to those in their pack and that they claim.
• Werewolves mate for life, like a wolf. When their partner dies they never find another and grieve almost to the point of death.
• Werewolves are stronger, faster, and have a better sense of smell, hearing, etc. than humans, even in their human forms.
• They heal faster than the average human.
Might be adding more, check back!





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I’d rather you not change the face claim, but if you must at least run it by me first and provide a gif. Once all the characters are in, we’ll be figuring out which werewolf claims what human. It isn’t determined yet and I will want everyone’s input. :)

FC | Status (open, reserved, taken)





The Werewolves/The Pack

Werewolf One | The Alpha
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Face Claim: Tyler Hoechlin | TAKEN by AvalonKnight


Werewolf Two | The Beta
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Face Claim: Henry Cavill | TAKEN by Unjustifiable


Werewolf Three
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Face Claim: Gabriella Wilde | TAKEN by Horseygirl

Werewolf Four
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Face Claim: Jensen Ackles | TAKEN by Fredalice


Werewolf Five
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Face Claim: Andrew Garfield | TAKEN by SkinChic


The Humans

Human One
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Face Claim: Joe Brooks | TAKEN by Skwidge

Human Two
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Face Claim: Emma Stone | TAKEN by slcam

Human Three
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Face Claim: Lindsay Ellingson | TAKEN by me

Human Four
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Face Claim: Dylan O'Brien | TAKEN by littleplantboy

Human Five
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Face Claim: Dan Howell | TAKEN by Sabríat






The Character Sheet

I’m not giving a layout for the character sheet. Make it look the way you want. However, make sure you have everything below on it. Please and Thank you! Remember to use plenty of pictures and gifs, including their wolf form. Humans can link a picture to what their character would look like, as a wolf. The nicer looking the character sheet, the more likely I am to accept your character and gush about how lovely it is. :P




Full Name:
Nickname(s):
Gender:
Age: (nothing over 28)
Pureblood or Mutt?: (werewolves only)
Sexuality:
Appearance in Description: (list this how you’d like)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Hobbies:
Personality:
History: (the length doesn’t matter)
Other: (anything you want to add?)
Theme Song:






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The Rules


One:
This is an advanced role-play. That means: no text talk, proper grammar, punctuation, and so forth. No one-liners. If you can only post one sentence per post then this role-play is not for you. Be able to post at least three good, solid paragraphs per post and per character, unless posting is slow or you have the dreaded writers’ block (I get it often myself, so no worries).

Two:
With Rule One being said, this is also a mature role-play. If you cannot handle some violent scenes, blood, and other things that come along with maturity, then this role-play isn’t for you.

Three:
Keep in check RPG rules. I don't mind cursing frequently, this is a "Semi-Realistic" role-play, and after all, cursing is to be expected. Along with that, romance is also to be expected. However, once the clothes come off you need to do “Fades to Black” or something like that. You know the rules guys and gals.

Four:
Please do not join then vanish the next day or after a few posts. If you must be gone a few days or so, please let me know through OOC or through PM. I will do the same. You don’t know how many role-play I’ve been in where people just vanish and then it dies. Not cool! There are other people to consider who are excited about this. So, keep everyone updated. STAY ACTIVE IN OOC CHAT!

Five:
Reserve characters through OOC before submitting them, please and thank you! You have a 48 hour reservation period before your spot is open back up for grabs. When you go to reserve a character please put your favorite book title somewhere on the post of your reservation where it will CLEARLY be seen, so I know you read EVERYTHING!

Six:
If you have any questions please feel free to ask me either through OOC/PM/IM. I’d prefer PM but it doesn’t matter. Also, if you have any ideas shoot them at me. I’m up for whatever!




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Character Portrait: Dove Whitmore Character Portrait: Lucian Hunter Character Portrait: Jess Keegan Character Portrait: Remus Jaeger Character Portrait: Peregrin "Pip" Uzaium Character Portrait: Benjamin Hall Character Portrait: Rorie Daniels Character Portrait: Hayden Ballou Character Portrait: Nathan Evans Character Portrait: Dean Murray
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Luke sat in his office grumbling to himself, looking over paper work that needed to be finished and a list of preparation's for the full moon claiming in three day's. Shit he still needs to find a mortal too. A light growl slipped past his throat as he glared at all the work on his desk. He's be at this for almost a week now with very little sleep, so to say his mood was grumpy is an understatement for there were no words to describe how he felt. Sighing deeply he stood from his desk and stretched his stiff legs. He would give the few of the preparations that need to be made to Dove and Dean can sign some of the paper work, he has afterall helped before and pretty much has Luke's signature down pat. Luke walked out of his office and instantly bumped into a worried looking packmate.

"Excuse me Alpha sorry to interrupt I was just coming to give you some lunch, we've all kinda been worried about you since you've been trapped in your office for nearly a week...." the older woman, Mrs.June, stated kindly while holding out a plate with a sandwich, chips and drink. Luke smiled at the kind older woman.


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"Thank you Mrs.June but I'm not hungry I'm actually going to go for a run so could you go find Dove and Beta Dean and inform them that I want Dove to finish the preparation's for the full moon and Beta Dean to sign some paper's on my desk." Luke said kindly. He didn't like when his pack worried about him, it was unneeded but just reminded him how they cared for him. It usually softened his usual hard exterior and lightened his mood a bit. Mrs.June nodded and gave him a smile before walking away. Luke walked down the stair's and to the back door. Once the cool autumn day air hit his senses he felt better then he had in days. He walked into the thick tree's and quickly undressed before shifting into his wolf form. He grabbed his clothes in his jaws then shot off. Luke didn't know how long he ran for until he stopped at the scent of human. He quickly shifted back into human form and put his clothes on before peering around a tree to see a young red haired female human. Luke was about to turn and leave when he realized he needed a human for the claiming and what better human then an un-expecting human all alone in the woods. Okay its sounds a bit creepy but still what other choice does he have really. Sighing Luke acted fast, running swiftly towards the girl, pinching a nerve in her neck that made her go unconscious then caught her before she fell. Every werewolf was taught how to do this. He then lifted her small body over his shoulder and started walking back to the Pack House. Once he reached the house Luke went up the stairs and dumped the girl on the guest room bed opposite of his room and closed the door, locking it from the outside. The room was on the third floor of the house so unless the girl was stupid she wouldn't ever consider jumping out the window, which anyway were sealed shut. Mission accomplished. Luke then left, went back downstairs to search for something to eat.

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Image It was like any other day at work. Go to the locker room, put away you stuff, fix your tie, and put your lab coat. Then you had to go to your floor, get the daily report, see if there were any changes in the patients, and finally check up on each patient. This was his daily routine, yes it was tiring, but he wouldn't change it for anything. He actually liked the hectic pace of things, and nothing compared to getting someone who has been feeling, at one point simply awful, to feeling better than they ever felt before. For someone who could easily break someone in half, he loved caring and tending to people.

Dean was just checking up on a patient's medical history when he saw Mrs. Daniels walking out of one of the operating rooms. "Working hard, or hardly working?" he said over the paper work he was flipping through on his clipboard smiling broadly. She was his favorite nurse, she knew how to fill out the correct forms, a tedious task doctors hated, and was always on time for everything."Oh you know me, always working, always on the move," she replied. She turned around then heading to one of the supply closets when she suddenly turned around, "my daughter is going to be swinging by later, you know, Aurora? If you see her just let her know I'll be in surgery basically all day." "Sure thing," he replied quickly heading back to his floor.

As he was heading back to his floor he saw a blonde head, weaving through the throng of visitors and staff members. He knew exactly who's head that belonged to, Aurora. It wasn't just the familiar sight of the top of her head, he was quite tall and that was normally his view of everyone, but it was also her scent. It was a sweet floral feminine scent, it was very... pleasant. She smiles at a few people as she made her way through the crowd saying hi to a couple of the staff she had become familiar with thanks to her mother. That's when she saw him and waved slightly, naturally he waved back smiling crookedly. That was how it went between them too. A simply wave hello, sometimes a "how are you today?" or "have you seen my mother?" It was becoming just as routine as his beginning shift routine.

Lucian had been reminding him constantly that he had to pick a human to 'claim'. Truthfully he hated the idea; he didn't want to claim anybody. He didn't want the responsibility of another person, not when he already had all his patients and pack members to take care of already. Plus he didn't want to rip someone unknowingly from their lives. It just seemed inhumane, but tradition was tradition, and Dean didn't want to push or question anything. He's been thinking for awhile on who to claim. He was thinking about one of his patients who had no family, that way they wouldn't have anyone to question their sudden disappearance, but then again he didn't want to be responsible for that particular person. Dean knew who he wanted to claim now though, he was looking at the back of her head now.

Aurora was walking down to hall to drop off her mother's lunch at the reception desk as she normally has for the past couple of weeks. During that time, Dean has come to know she is a very sweet girl who is always quick to smile. From his observations and from what her mother had boasted about her, she was an easygoing, caring individual with nothing but kindness in her heart. That was the type of person he wanted to claim. How much troupe could she cause for him anyway?

He had about 3 minutes to execute his plan. It was already set in motion, he had the sedative in his pocket and she was already making her way back down the hall. Dean was in an empty linen closet and was waiting for her to pass by. The hallway had cleared up significantly so no one was there to watch. Just as she was making her way past the door, he reached out grabbing her by the arm and injected the fluid into her neck. Slowly she began to crumple to the floor, grasping at whatever there was, which was Dean. "I'm so sorry," he murmured softly to her, stroking her head gently. She was out cold. Now he had about an hour before the drug wore off.
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Placing her on the stretcher and throwing a blanket over her, she appeared the normal patient. He strolled out easily from the hospital, having already punched out for the day, and made his way to his car. Placing her gently across the back row of seat, he sat in the drivers seat, started the car, and pulled away.

On his way back to the pack house he got a call from Mrs. June, "Luke wants you to sign some paperwork." "Of course he does," he said laughing, "I'll be home soon, and hung up. Arriving home, he grabbed Aurora from the back seat and tucked her head against his shoulder. Making it up the stairs quickly he placed her in the room adjacent to his. Covering her with a blanket, he left and went to Luke's office where he sat at the desk and began to sign the papers in front of him. He had a feeling that his day was just beginning, rather than ending at this time as usual.

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It had been a cool, refreshing day, with fall weather just starting to set in and bring relief from the summer heat. Not that Jess really got to enjoy it stuffed in a high school building for most of the day. There was not even anything particularly interesting going on, nor would there be until the end of the month. There was supposed to be some sort of Halloween dance, but Jess was not entirely sure if she would go. Finally, Jess's last class ended and she could go home.

Still, home was not much of a relief either. Almost as soon as she walked in the door, her mother started inquiring after Jess's homework, telling her things she wanted done that night, and reminding her to be ready for supper on time. Jess, tired of being constantly scolded by her mother, simply rolled her eyes with a hasty, "Got it, Mom." She half ran up the stairs before her mother could say anything more. It was usually like that, with her mother harping on her until her father got home. With her dad around, Jess's mother could calm down a bit and they could act more like a normal family.

Tossing her backpack to the floor by her desk, Jess plopped down into the chair and looked out the window. She could see the houses across the street, almost identical to her own except they were painted in different, appropriately neutral colors. Beyond them was the woods that stretched for miles. She looked at the forest longingly, leaning forward to open the window and letting in a small breeze. With a sigh, she reached down to open her backpack and took out a book, dropping it carelessly on the desk before opening it. She stared blankly at the page for a moment, trying to make herself interested in the molecular composition of matter before leaning back in her chair with a groan. She eyed the forest that was so tantalizingly close, and glanced back down at her textbook.

Finally, she made her decision and stood up, pushing her desk chair back with her legs. She rummaged through her backpack until she found her phone and turned it on before stuffing it into her pocket. She walked down the stairs to the door, thankful that her mom was in the kitchen. That would make leaving easier. After opening the door, she shouted, "Mom, going on a short hike. Got my phone if you need something." She slammed the door closed before her mother could respond and made her way to the head of the closest trail. She didn't plan on being out long, but wanted to have some time to enjoy the evening.

As she walked, she immensely enjoyed hearing the quiet that was interrupted only by the chirping birds and her own footsteps. It had rained a few days ago, so the woods smelled fresh and everything was a vivid green. The dirt path under her shoes was still muddy where it was overshadowed by trees. She had made it about a mile up the trail and was almost to a small clearing, when she suddenly felt like there was something wrong. She thought about it a moment before suddenly stopping as she realized what it was. The birds had stopped chirping. She wondered what was going on and whether she should head home.

She thought she heard something behind her and had begun to turn, but she felt an odd pressure on her neck. Her vision immediately faded to black, and she fell unconscious, her limp body carried off to who knows where.

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Dove had her legs pulled up to her chest, her chin resting on her knees. She sat in a chair between the door, and a bed. On the bed laid a disheveled Peregrin Uzaium, who was sprawled out and out cold. The edge of Dove’s light pink bottom lip had clearly been chewed slightly, hinting to the anxiety she felt.

Her sky blue eyes were trained on Pip’s slightly bruised figure intently. The heavy guilt that twisted inside of her kept her brow furrowed as she watched his chest steadily rise and fall. He looked. . . peaceful, almost. She wished he could stay that way, but she knew soon he would awaken, bewildered and presumably angry. She couldn’t blame him.

When her phone rang, Dove just about jumped out of her skin. She quickly pulled out her phone, not wanting to wake the young human, and answered it. “Hello?” She whispered into the phone, and smiled slightly when she heard Mrs. June. ”Dove, dear? Luke would like for you to make sure everything is ready for the full moon.” the older woman told her gently, and Dove’s halfhearted smile broadened slightly. “Well, if Luci had come out of his lair for more than five minutes he would’ve seen I finished that a while ago.” She chuckled, and the two quickly said their goodbyes and hung up. Even though they were in the same room, Dove figured the woman probably knew better than to try to come into the room. When one of her packmates had tried to come in earlier, she had just about ripped their head off- much to their shock.

Looking at the few scrapes that were scattered across his skin, she decided she would patch him up a bit and get him a glass of water. Reluctantly, she exited the room, pausing to give Pip a final glance. She quietly wandered downstairs, to see Luci pass him with a red haired girl laying limply in his arms.She didn’t speak, and continued on to the kitchen.

Her heart broke for poor Pip and that poor girl. Not to say that she didn’t think that Luci would treat her well- she adored her very close friend but the poor thing didn’t ask for her life to get taken away like this.
Biting on her lip once more, she poured a glass of water for Pip and started off to the bathroom to find medical supplies.

Lucian entered the room just as was leaving, and the two collided. “Watch where you’re going, Luci.” Dove playfully narrowed her eyes at him, before breaking into a smile and she grinned up at him. She rested her head on his arm for a moment, and sighed. “I’m glad you’re finally out of that office of yours.” She stood there, snuggled against him for a moment before breaking away and starting off once more. “Your human isn’t even close to as breathtakingly attractive as mine.” She teased, shooting him a smirk and a wink over her shoulder before hurrying back up the stairs. She collected her supplies from the room, balancing the glass of water in her other hand, and hurried back into the room.

She paused in the doorway, watching Pip for a moment before she quietly shut the door behind her and carefully sat down on the bed next to him. As carefully and slowly as she could, she cleaned the scrapes on his arms and covered them. She remained tensed, waiting for him to wake up and snap at her but he didn’t. Slowly, she moved to a small cut on his cheek. she tried to be as gentle as she could, cleaning and covering it.

He stirred slightly, but his eyes remained still. To check his forehead for any scrapes, she brushed his soft brown locks from his face. She found none, and her eyes wandered over his face as her hand lingered on his forehead for a moment.Just when she was about to pull away, his warm eyes opened. dove’s big blue eyes widened in surprise and she quickly scuttled off the bed and lept onto the chair, shyly bringing her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. “Sorry! Sorry, sorry you had scrapes and I just wanted to help.” She bit down on her lip, finally looking back up at him. “I’m so sorry about all of this.” She whispered, tucking a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear. “I’m really sorry, but you can’t leave.” She told him gently, as though it pained her to say it.

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Remus Jaeger


Remmy was out in the garage, had been pretty much all morning, working on his bike. Considering how old his bike was and how well used over the years it wasn't surprising that there was always something to fix. His slick motorcycle was leaning to one side as Remmy sat crossed legged next to it. His mind almost completely on the bike, almost.

When he paused every now and then, and when his thoughts weren't on "tightening this, straightening that", they were focused on the boy he claimed, or rather was going to. He was trying to figure out what to say that wouldn't end up leaving his claimed absolutely terrified, it was hard considering that he had just kidnapped him

The two had met in town a couple months ago, at first it was mostly just bumping into each other as that's hard not to do in a town that size, but then Remmy had gone to the bookstore in need of a new copy of Hamlet. Not because his old copy was getting too worn, which it was, but because he had filled in the margins so much there wasn't any room for anymore thoughts. Overall Remmy has two copies of Hamlet; the first one filled with his initial reactions and the second filled with all the literary elements contained in the story, but he now felt he needed a third one to fill out his deeper thoughts on it. When he arrived in the bookstore he finally and officially met Benjamin Hall, the boy he had been running into for about a week.

First came the, "Can you point me to your Shakespeare section?", and then the two got to talking about the story as well as other works by Shakespeare. Remmy had been impressed by Ben from that talk and after that was when he had decided to claim him. Remmy was the kind of wolf whom liked to get to know the person he was going to claim before the kidnapping; he felt that it would help soften the shock of being kidnapped, or at least easier to talk to the person after the kidnapping. Develop some trust and hopefully even a friendship to have a base to build off of.

Of course after the initial meeting, Remmy tried to get Ben out of his shell little by little, and even though they weren't the best of friends, Remmy had felt that there was possibly enough trust to start his plan.

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The tools Remmy was holding had stopped there work and the scraggly wolf found himself staring off into space. With a sigh of defeat he stood up and headed towards the kitchen to wash up and do a little more thinking before heading to Ben's room, situated strategically across from his, and explaining everything. Remmy had put this part of the claiming off for as long as he could, but now he knew he was pushing his time limit.

While in the kitchen Remmy ran into his Alpha, the two weren't particularly close so there wasn't really a big need to have too much small talk. Just a "Hey, how's work?" before quietly turning to washing his hand. When he felt clean enough, mostly just his hands and face the rest of his arms and shirt were still covered in biker grease, he grabbed a beer and soda and headed to second floor and the North side where Ben's room was. He knocked on the door twice trying to give a warning to Ben if he had waken up, before entering.

"Alright Hot shot time to get up," Remmy said, setting down the soda on the bedside table before sitting down in a chair across from the bed and cracking open his beer, "We need to talk, but take your time and ask any questions."

He took a swig of his beer, "I brought you a soda, figured it would help calm your nerves and your stomach if it's at all upset."

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It was a glorious Autumn day, and all throughout it Pip could not help but slack in his duties as a waiter whenever he could to simply look out at the trees across the street and their already changing leaves. It was his favorite season, who could blame him? Luckily for him, his employer was understanding, and only had to quip at him a couple of times. Despite his longings to go out and breathe the air, Peregrin knew his duties, and he was working hard to save up enough money for college, plus he loved this job and all the people that came with it.

As per usual, he worked from 11:30 am to 6:30 pm, his day filled with pleasant chatter and plenty of smiles and laughs. The sun was just beginning to droop in the sky, and Pip put up his notepad and pencil as well as the little pouch where he carried straws and such in the back of the kitchen, soon picking up his drawstring backpack and ducking into the restroom to change into his normal clothes. He emerged minutes later, stretching a bit until he heard a satisfying pop from his back, a content little smile playing on his lips. He walked out, waving goodbye to Shay the cook who usually stayed longer to clean up after everyone had gone. Usually he would help her, but this evening was different, he just couldn’t wait to get out into the air. He was just fortunate that people found the notion cute and let his new schedule slide. It was always different during the fall, he just had to make those little changes in his time to make room for being outdoors.

The little bell chimed as the door opened and closed, and the fresh evening air hit his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, a very happy look to his face as he let his eyes close for a few moments to enjoy it. The only thing that hindered the scent was the smells coming from the diner, as well as the small box of pepperoni and sausage pizza he carried home for his older sister. With a small sigh he resigned himself to the long walk home, his eyes drifting this way and that across the sky and treetops. This was why he loved walking to and from work, it allowed him to enjoy nature. But during the winter and snow, it was not that fun.

However, as Peregrin walked, he couldn’t shake the feeling of someone watching him. He turned around once or twice to scan the area, but to his dismay he could not find anyone suspicious around him. There was only one or two other passersby, and they went on their merry way quite quickly. Like he had the first time, he shrugged it off and continued walking, but the feeling did not sway. It was getting so annoying that he devised a small little plan. Acting as normal and casual as he could, he slowed down a bit before suddenly swerving around and exclaiming, ”Aha!”

He was surprised by what he found sitting on the sidewalk not even a foot away. His exclamation dropped off slowly as he peered down at the small little thing that had seemed to be stalking him. It was a small puppy, some sort of mix between a Saint Bernard and something else he figured. He let out a little laugh of relief, suddenly crouching down and extending the palm of his hand for the little creature to sniff. It obliged almost immediately, and licked at his fingertips, whining softly.

It seemed to have a collar on, and Pip looked at the little medallion strapped to the front. So he was lost. Unfortunately, he couldn’t read what it said in the dim light. The puppy once more whined and scrabbled at his hands, his snout straining to reach the pizza box. Pip smacked his forehead and laughed lightly- the pup had been following him for the meat on the pizza! He settled in his crouched position a bit, having to fend off the little dog quite a few times to get it to behave and sit still so he could procure the small pizza. He had only picked off a couple of the pieces of meat and offered them to the dog. A stupid smile filled his face as he watched the little rascal devour the pieces greedily.

Well, I don’t see his owner anywhere, and it would be a shame to just abandon the poor guy. I’m sure Sis won’t mind too much for just harboring the little thing for a night. I can look for his owner tomorrow morning before work. He thought to himself lightly, soon getting up and turning in order to open his pack and put the box in it so it wouldn’t get in the way when Pip carried the dog home.

However, when he turned, the little dog was nowhere to be seen. He blinked a few times, suddenly looking around for it, slowly at first but then a bit more frantically. ”Pup?” He tried calling for it a couple of times, but still to no avail. The crickets that had begun to chirp had also silenced themselves… and it was suddenly eerily quiet. He looked over his shoulder as he rose to his feet. If the bugs were quiet, then someone else was nearby. He caught a small flicker of a large silhouette a few yards off. And it looked familiar… had that guy been following him before?

The poor boy shuddered, suddenly turning on his heel and quickening his pace. But he could hear the heavy footfalls behind him as well. Peregrin broke into a run, his stranger in close pursuit for a couple more yards, when he rounded a corner and smacked face first into a sturdy chest. He looked up at the man, his features hard to discern in the evening light. Sure, there was a streetlight a few feet away, but the light cast a shadow over his face, and the man wore a hat regardless. He let out a sigh of relief, his breathing quick-paced. ”Oh, thank goodness. There’s this guy who’s stalking me, he’s,” The man seemed concerned and placed a hand on Pip’s shoulder to indicate he was listening carefully to the sparse details the boy was blubbering out.

His pursuer suddenly appeared, walking slowly up to the two of them. Pip pointed the man out, but to his horror, the assailant called out to the stranger holding onto his shoulder. ”Well thank goodness you caught him.” Peregrin stumbled in the tightening grasp of the other, trying desperately to break away. The one with the hat pushed him a bit so he’d go tumbling to the ground, his knees scraping harshly against the pavement and the back of his head banging into it with a loud crack. He then felt the pressure of a boot at the side of his face, but by then he couldn’t discern what they were saying as he was slowly beginning to lose consciousness from the hit. The last thing he heard was a woman’s voice, thanking the two men for their help.

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Something rang far off, hardly even recognizable to Pip’s unconscious brain. But with that ring sent a string of dull aches that pulsated in the back of his head, slowly climbing in intensity until his head was pounding. Then something was tingling somewhere on his body, but he couldn’t tell where it was; heck, he hardly even realized it was him that was hurting. There seemed to be pressure everywhere as he started regaining his consciousness little by little. It was mostly condensed to his head, but he could feel it along his arms, moving this way and that. And that didn’t make much sense to his quite confused brain.

Despite the harshness he was feeling within his body, it was the light touch at his forehead that finally got his eyes to open. What he saw were large pools of blue and a startled face. He gasped, suddenly shooting backwards, his head banging against the headboard of the bed, which elicited a loud groan of pain. And after that, panic filled his face as he looked around the unfamiliar surroundings. His gaze soon fell on Dove, and his eyes narrowed, his fingers suddenly scrabbling along his arms as he felt stinging there. Unfortunately, he ripped at the freshly placed bandages that the girl had just placed on his skin, which ripped at his skin and sent more pain shooting through his body. In turn he jumped a bit and let out a squeak of pain, backing up further against the board of the bed in his confusion and fright.

He stared at that woman for what seemed to be the longest time, but in reality was only a couple of moments. Her lips were moving… and blabbering sounds seemed to fall from them, but he couldn’t make them out in his state of mind at first. Then it registered. “I’m so sorry about all of this, I’m really sorry, but you can’t leave.” The events of earlier that evening came rushing back to him, and another gasp left his lips, a blank look suddenly filling his features where a scared mouse-like look had been previously. The emotionless feature did not last long, as it was suddenly replaced with hurt fury.

”What the hell!?” He practically screamed, kicking at the sheets as he continued to try to get as far away from that lady as he possibly could, even though there was no more room to back up with. His own voice made him wince, and his hands came up swiftly to his head to cradle both sides in attempts to sate the raging headache that plagued him. His knees burned like the dickens, too, and this was not fun whatsoever. The girl opened her mouth to say something else, but he growled at her with a terrified glare, drowning out the noise but only worsening the hammer-like pounding in his skull.

Why would she do this to him!? He had done nothing wrong, was the universe trying to punish him for being nice to a stray puppy or something? He winced tightly again, his eyes clenching shut as another onslaught of pain coursed through his body. His head bumped lightly against the wood behind him, trying to force the pain on to the other object. He could tell she was trying to come closer and touch him of all things, and his head suddenly shot up and his gaze swiped to the left to the bedside table with a small lamp and a glass of water on it. Immediately the lamp was in his hand, but not for long.

”Get out!!” He yelled at her, chucking the lamp as hard as he could- which in reality was not hard at all, what with his sad state- at her form. It pressed harmlessly against her form, soon falling to the floor beneath her chair and shattering loudly. Peregrin buried his head into his hands, a terrible panic welling up inside of him. He started hyperventilating just a bit. He wanted to cry, but he was certainly not going to let her see that.

”Get out….” He repeated softer this time in a slight hiccup, biting back a sob as his form trembled on the mattress. Though his tone wasn’t as crazed as it had been, it still held a warning in it.

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All day Rorie had been running around like a chicken with her head cut off. At the veterinary clinic she worked at it had been slammed since it opened at nine that morning. Three surgeries, including one emergency surgery, four check-ups, and a few walk-ins. Not to mention, a small dog came in that had been shot in the hip when it crossed onto an elderly man’s property (supposedly, the man had warned the owner not to let the dog on his property and he did anyway). It wasn’t a big bullet, but big enough that it caused the dog to lose a lot of blood. When the owner burst through the doors shouting that he needed help, Ro immediately made a dash towards him, having scooped the dog up and ran towards the back, towards the actual vet. All the while she had the dog cradled in one arm, trying to shake her jacket off with the other to press into the wound to stop the bleeding. When crazy situations like that happened, she immediately acted without much thought.

Nonetheless, everything ended with Rorie having a bloodied jacket, but the dog was alive, one bullet removed and a stitched up hip later. “What a hero!” Amanda, the girl who helped Ro work the front desk, teased as Aurora grabbed her things. Work was over for her and she still had to grab her mother up something for lunch and take it to her. Aurora broke into a dimpled grin, giving a goofy curtsy/bow as she backed up towards the door. ”All in a day’s work, citizen.” she joked back as she pushed open the door. ”See you tomorrow, Mandy Pandy.” Ro then added in a sing song voice, disappearing outside as Amanda shouted “Tomorrow, babes!” after her.

After having stopped at the local diner to pick up the to-go order that seemed to be always waiting on her every other day to grab up for her mother, Rorie crossed the street to the bakery. She figured if her mother was having a rough day like herself, she most definitely deserved a pastry of some sort. Once all that was grabbed, Aurora made her trek down the street towards the hospital; the only one around until you made it to the next town, grant you. Since Woodbury was so small, Ro usually opted to walk everywhere. It was convenient, to say the least. Plus, the fall season always seemed to make Rorie extremely happy. She loved the feel of cool autumn air on her skin, though without her jacket it was a little nippily, and adored the colors the leaves turned. It was, in her opinion, quite breathtaking.

When Aurora made it to the hospital she paused once she walked through the sliding doors, holding the box of pastries with the brown, paper bag that held her mother’s sandwich wrapped in it on top of said box in her hands. Her crystalline, blue eyes tripled in size when she noticed all the people milling around. It was hardly ever this busy. Taking a deep breath, Rorie smiled and started making her way towards the elevator, going to the third floor which was the one her mother usually worked on. That floor was no different, it was just as busy. As she weaved her way through the people who passed by in rushed huffs Ro simply smiled. When she scooted past a couple nurses she knew she nodded in their direction, “Hello, Mrs. Hamby,” she murmured to one, and a “Good evening, Mrs. Rogers,” to the other as she grinned, receiving “Hello, Ms. Daniels” in return.

It wasn’t hard to spot Dr. Murray down the hall. He was tall- really tall. Not to mention quite attractive, though she tried not to pay attention when it came to that. Actually, every time she saw him now she thought of the conversation she and Amanda had had one day during their lunch break. He was brought up when Rorie was trying to defend herself. . .

”Rorie, you need to date. You need to get yourself out there.” Amanda scolded her. It was a usual thing. Amanda would gripe that Aurora was never going to date, never going to meet someone, which would lead to her going to be a crazy cat lady for the rest of her life. Because, according to her, Balto, Rorie’s cat, was only the beginning. Ro narrowed her eyes teasingly at her friend.

”I’ll meet someone when the time is right.” she shot back, her every day response when her friend decided to go on a tangent. Amanda rolled her eyes towards the ceiling at this, expecting it.

“Not if you never even talk to guys unless it’s work or volunteer related.”

”Hey! I talk to Pip!”

Amanda then snorted a laugh, shaking her head. “That doesn’t count and you know it.” She replied with a smirk, poking at her salad that sat in front of her. Rorie frowned, biting her bottom lip as she thought.

”I talk to Dr. Murray sometimes at the hospital!” she then mused with the snap of her fingers, grinning as if she had won some unannounced victory. Amanda raised both her eyebrows, twirling a piece of brunette colored hair between her pointer and middle finger.

“Dr. Murray? Who’s Dr. Murray? Oh, and it also doesn’t count if the guy is old enough to be your father.” Amanda said with a sly grin, green eyes dancing with amusement. Rorie shot her a look as if to say “very funny.”

”He’s a younger guy I met at the hospital, mom introduced us.” she explained, already seeing where this was going. ”Anyway, this salad is amazing. Isn’t it?” she said cheerily, in a quick attempt to change the subject, shoving a bite of salad in her mouth.

“Wait, wait, wait a second. Is he hot?” Amanda asked, grinning coyly. Rorie simply shrugged her shoulders as she chewed and swallowed. “Is he “give me a sleazy motel room and two hours to get it out of my system” hot, or “hold my hand and let me take you to meet my family for Christmas dinner” hot?” she questioned, only to smile wickedly when Rorie’s face shot red and she looked at her with wide eyes.

”He’s-“

Amanda laughed, “So he’s both, huh?”


The conversation always played in the back of her mind, making it hard not to think “sleazy motel rooms” or “Christmas dinners” when he was around. So, she done what she always done, shot him a dimpled smile and wave, swiftly making her way past him, down the hall to the reception desk.

”Just here to drop this off for my mom, Tonya.” Rorie chirped to the receptionist as she made it to the desk, setting the food down. Tonya smiled.

“Like always, Ms. Daniels. Such a sweetie,” the elderly lady replied, causing Ro to cast her eyes downward shyly, something she always done when she received a compliment.

”Why thanks,” she said softly, gaze flickering back up. ”There’s extra pastries in there for everyone else. Better grab you one.” she then added, followed by a soft laugh as she turned around after giving a “you’re welcome” to Tonya’s smile and appreciative “thank you.” Slowly, Rorie made her way back down the hallway she came from, eyes scanning around for Dr. Murray. She figured she would tell him about the pastries, just in case he might want one before they all got snagged up. However, to her dismay, he had disappeared. Fast.

She didn’t think about it much as she pasted an old linen closet, surprised at how quick the halls had cleared out, as if everyone had simply vanished when her arm was grasped firmly, a gasp slipping past her partially opened lips. She didn’t have much time to react when a sharp pain pricked the skin of her neck, feeling like that of a bee sting. She grasped at whatever she could to keep her upright, feeling her legs give in under her weight. Though, that wasn’t before she grabbed hold of a firm arm weakly, head rolling back as she groaned. The last thing she remember was a hushed “sorry” being murmured and a large hand being ran across her hair.




Aurora’s thoughts were hazy as she stirred, a soft groan passing her lips. Her neck was so sore and her head throbbed with the promise of an oncoming headache. She kept her eyes shut momentarily, trying to gather her thoughts. What happened? All she remembered was dropping her mom’s lunch off. . . Surely she made it home? When Ro’s blue eyes flickered open panic immediately settled into the pit of her stomach. She sat up swiftly, too fast, causing her head to swim as she cradled it with both her hands. Where was she!? What happened? Reaching down with one hand, she grasped at the soft blanket her body had been covered with. Wrenching it away, she sighed with relief when she noticed her clothes were still intact. Where am I? she thought, swinging her legs off the bed.

Feet touching the cool hardwood floor, Ro flinched, keeping one hand on her head, as if to hold it together. This was, most definitely, no one’s house she knew. I’ve been Rorie-napped. she thought, panic seizing her by the throat as she stood quickly, making her way towards the door. She grabbed the doorknob, shaking it roughly. Locked. Of course it was locked. She then frantically felt her pockets. Cellphone gone, naturally. This was bad. This was really bad. Aurora’s chest started heaving as she knitted both her hands into her hair, moving towards the window. What am I going to do?? she thought, trying to be quiet. She had watched enough murder-mystery movies to know not to make a lot of noise to get your “killer's" attention. However, ragged sobs shook Ro’s slim frame when she peered out the window, noticing it was too high to jump.

Now. Now it was time to panic.






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It was a surprisingly productive day and Nathan was currently sitting on the couch of his drunken idiot friend Kyle's house in his favorite Kimi Ni Todoke shirt and sweatpants, probably looking like a twelve year old nerd and not really caring about it. He'd been working in deep concentration on an outline for a new chapter of his webcomic that was due soon. During his year off of college, he'd decided to start different art projects before he went back, and enjoyed the amount of freedom he now had from not having to go to his classes. He'd been spending a lot of time with his friends, but promised to visit his family soon. He imagined his little sister Lea would probably excited, even if his mom wasn't.

He bit his lip in anticipation of finally finishing early when he his friend Kyle loudly entered the house, slamming the door behind him. Nathan winced at the noise and gazed at his friend, slightly concerned but also confused. "What's up Ky?" He and his friend Kyle were joined at the hip, which made a lot of people think they were together, but Kyle was as straight as they come and the thought of dating the guy made Nathan cringe. Kyle brought back a two liter bottle of of soda and a bag of sour patch kids, that he tried to impress his girlfriend with instead of following Nathan's advice and doing something more personal for her birthday. Although, it was a suprise that he hadn't given her Vodka for her birthday like he did for almost everyone's birthday so Nathan was kind of proud. Kyle plopped down on the couch next to him."You were right I'm not good at romantic shit, and now Eva's mad again. I could seriously use some magical Disney movie cheer right now." Nate laughed and put his outlines and notes on the mini coffee table next to the couch. "Fine but I'm not cooking."

Kyle rolled his eyes and looked off into space, staring at the black tv screen in front of them, trying to think of a way to solve their laziness. He smirked,"Rock, paper, scissors?" Nate grinned like a five year old as they both held out their hands, he liked the idea of not having to cook for once so he accepted. Instead of saying "Hell yeah" like he intended, it came out as a weird indescribable sound that made the both of them laugh for a good two minutes. After the second round of their game, Nate lost and walked over to the kitchen pouting. He got out two bowls from the cabinent above his head, and poured cereal and milk in them. He came back to living room, and placed the cereal on his friends lap while putting his down on the table in front of the couch. "Bon apetit", he said as he reached for the remote in one of the couch cushions.

Kyle groaned and hit him playfully. "Ughh Nate you ass, why are you such a terrible house wife?" Nathan shrugged and gasped when when he saw that the Little Mermaid was playing. He turned to his friend who was howling with laughter, when he saw King Tritan appear on the screen."Eww he looks like a bara." Nathan giggled, "Buff daddy Tritan, pimp of the sea." Kyle shook his head as they started crying from laughing too hard, trying to catch their breath. More terrible jokes and laughter ensued, as they ate they their pathetic substitute for dinner (Sour patch kids and cereal).

It was getting late and they'd gone through a ton of Disney movies, leaving the living room a complete disaster, with scattered DVDs and cups of orange soda on the floor. Nate passed out on the carpet, and somehow rolled off the couch in his sleep while Kyle was now taking up the entirety of the couch they'd both been on.

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Dove’s heart pounded as Pip sat up in bed quickly, bumping his head on the headboard in his attempt to get as far away from her, as quickly as possible. She could see the panic that was taking over him, and hear his heart race. His eyes finally found her, and she tensed slightly.

She winced, as he started ripping off the bandaids she had just put on him. She was sure that it hurt to do this and she wanted to help him, but there was nothing she could do. her stomach churned nervously, and she starting biting on the edge of her lip again. She jumped when he let out a small yelp, wanting to help, but she decided to stay in her seat.

He kept his fearful gaze on her unwaveringly for a moment, and her big blue eyes were full of guilt. She felt so horrible for putting him through this. As she spoke, he seemed to realise everything that had happened before he woke up and his expression remained completely blank, just for a moment.

His expression quickly changed to anger, and her heart sank even further. ”What the hell!?” Pip yelled at her, causing her to flinch and jerk back as though he had slapped her. He kicked the sheets away from himself, pressing his form against the wall to get as far from her as he could. Her put his hands up to cradle his head, and she felt her heart breaking for him.

She could tell he was in pain, and his panicking was just going to make it worse. She had done this to him (well not directly), and she had to help him. She wanted so badly to do anything to ease the pain he was feeling. she stood up and opened her mouth to speak, but just as she was about to he snapped.


He snarled at her, scooping up and throwing the bedside lamp at her. She gasped and jumped back, but it barely even touched her, and when crashing down to the floor. shards of glass went flying.

Dove gaped and looked up at Pip, but her heart broke again when she saw him. HIs face was buried in his hands, and he had started to hyperventilate just a bit. she could see he was falling apart, and she wanted to cry. [b]”
He murmured, gentler this time.

Her heart hurting, she turned away from him and stepped over the broken glass. She opened the door to leave, and paused in the doorway. “I’m so sorry this had to happen to you.” She looked at him for a moment sorrowfully, before shutting the door behind her.

With a heavy sigh, she leaned against the door with a light thud before sliding down and hugging her knees to her chest again. She buried her face in her legs, and let out a light whimper. When she heard someone coming up the stairs, she quickly scrambled up.

She smiled, seeing that it was Luci, but she bit her lip when she realized he had probably come up because he heard things being broken and Pip yelling. “O-oh don’t worry, he’s fine everything is fine I just wanted to give him some room.” She told the male quickly, pressing her back against the door and biting her lip as she looked up at him. She had been chewing her lip so much, she felt a drop of blood welling up.

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What the hell is this for anyway, Dean thought as he finished signing the last of the papers on the desk. Shaking his head in defeat, he gathered all the documents and placed them neatly in one of the filing drawers. Honestly, if it wasn't for him, Lucian's paperwork would be a mess. Just as he was closing the drawer he heard someone yelling "get out". Good, the boy is awake and conscious, he thought sighing in relief. When Lucian put him out he thought it was rather harshly. He was concerned for the welfare of all the humans to come; after all they were getting torn out of their everyday lives. He made a mental note to go in later and check up on Dove and... Pip was it? Well he'd look in on them after he checked up on-- shit, Aurora.

Looking down at his watch he realized it had been more than an hour since the drug had taken affect. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Scrambling out of the office he went down the stairs to the kitchen to make a quick late lunch, early dinner? Whatever, he just needed to get her something. He had prepared a bowl of instant microwavable macaroni, and a turkey sandwich. Damn, they really needed to go shopping soon.

Making his way back up the stairs briskly, he walked down the hall trying not to make a sound in fear of stirring her, just in case she wasn't awake quite yet, if not she would be very soon. But as he approached her room, he heard stirring. Hanging his head back and closing his eyes, he cursed himself. He had wanted to be in the room with her when she did wake up, just in case she was going to do something rash. Then he realized, What am I going to tell her when I walk in anyway? Hi, I had to kidnap you to make you part of our werewolf pack. Oh don't worry, it's perfectly safe, you'll just become a werewolf and have increased senses, no biggie. He had to tell her the truth of course, but how much of it should he tell her?

He was trying to think of what exactly to tell her when he heard her trying to open the window from within. Did I lock it? No longer caring about preparing a speech to give her, he walked in, tray in hand. The sigh before him was pitiful. There she was, standing by the window, arms enfolded around herself, and her large doe like eyes were as huge as saucers. He had done this to her, and he was going to hate himself forever because of it. Damn the claiming to hell.

Setting down the tray on a nearby bedside table he looked at her backing away several feet. He was at a loss for words. "Okay, so I know what you're thinking... actually I don't know what you're thinking, but whatever it is you have the wrong idea. Everything will be explained later." He motioned to the tray of food then, "I brought you something to eat. It would be wise if you tried to get some food in your stomach, lest you want to go hungry and get a headache from the lack of nutrients in your body." He was sounding more like a doctor now, this is going very smoothly. He shut up then waiting for a response, anything right now would soothe his mind.

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Benjamin doesn't remember a thing when he wakes up. Is blissfully unaware of his surroundings as he stretches out over the bed. The second he reaches out his hands and feels the material of a heavy blanket under his fingers he instantly jumps into full awareness. This is definitley not his bedroom. In fact he has no idea where he is...well, no that isnt true. He does remember meeting Remmy earlier in the day and - oh jesus, Remmy couldn't have brought him here...right? But theres no other explanation that Benjamin can think up, and even if he could he knew there could be only one explanation.

Remmy brought him here. For what reason he didn't know, and that is what truly bothers him. Benjamin can already feel his mounting panic rising steadily. Starting as a twisting feeling in his gut and travelling upwards to his pounding head. His hands shook visibly and he clenched them tightly until his entire hand became a bloodless white color. No words escaped him as he pushed away from the bed.

When he tried the door he found it to be locked tight, and there was no way he could knock ot down. With no other way out of the room he returns to the bed, finding that sitting kept his head from swimming. A light sweat broken out over his forehead and he wondered when Remmy would be back.

"This is so messed up!" Benjamin hisses to himself, not trusting himself to speak above a whisper. He can't even understand that this is happening at all. For some strange reason all he wants to do is write this off as some sort of misunderstanding - even if he knows that it isnt, and that this is his fault to begin with.


He had thought absolutely nothing when Remmy asked Benjamin to go for a ride with him. He only though that the other man was trying to be friendly. Not kidnap him!

Just as the feeling of utter anxiety began to engulf him he heard the tell tale sound of footsteps nearby. For a split second he considered using surprise to his advantage and trying to get past Remmy. After all he had been awake for the bike ride here and knew his way back to town. But the footsteps continued closer and his nerves gave out at last, leading him to quickly turn and lay down, pretending to be asleep. Thinking that maybe if Remmy thought he was asleep he would leave him alone.

Of course he couldn't be that lucky.


"Alright Hot shot time to get up," Remmy said, setting down a soda on the table beside him, then sitting down in a chair across from him, beer in hand. "We need to talk, but take your time and ask any questions."

Remmy takes a swig of the beer, and Benjamin sort of wishes he had one of those right about now to take the edge off of all this. "I brought you a soda, figured it would help calm your nerves and your stomach if it's at all upset."

Upset. Yeah, everything about him is upset and thr feeling of wanting to cry just won't leave. His hands clench again and he looks down, unable to meet Remmy's gaze. He ignores the Soda purposefully and thinks carefully - or tries to think without letting his swell of emotions take over - of something to say that could possibly sway Remmy to let him go.

"Seriously? Who even does this!" Benjamin shouts suddenly, voice cracking as if he's going to cry. But he doesn't. "I thought we were friends man. Why am I here and what could you possibly want with me...of all the people you could have kidnapped." wow, he barely realizes that was a pretty stupid to say given the circumstances. He considers bolting again but knows Remmy would catch him instantly. Better to suck it up and find out why hes there and see if he cant find a different way to get out.

He just barely peers up at Remmy, afraid that what he sees on the other mans face might not be something he likes. Hes never really consciously thought of the possibility that he could get abducted, and he certainly had no idea what to do in this situation besides ask why and panic. Hoping that he doesnt end up like one of those victims that got broadcasted all over the news.

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For a moment Rorie just stood at the window. She had finally let her hands fall from where they were knotted in her hair, wiggling the little latch on the window sill. She was up high. Possibly a third floor, if she was guessing. But maybe, just maybe, there would be a way to climb down. When the latch didn’t budge her breathing picked up once more. Big, heaving breaths as if she was about to hyperventilate. Wrapping her arms around herself, gripping at her sides, as if she was trying to hold herself together before she fell apart completely, she turned from the window, trembling lightly. Don’t freak out, think logically, Rorie, you can do this. she told herself, yet when the doorknob twisted and the sound of the door opening was heard, Ro’s eyes widened and she looked up, expecting the worst. After all, who would go abducting someone if they weren’t a huge, psychotic creep?

When Dr. Murray, or Dean, as he had told her to call him at the hospital, walked in Aurora’s breathing completely stopped, if only for a second. What? No. She stumbled back, tears pooling in her eyes. I knew something had to be wrong with this guy. she thought, feeling completely trapped and defenseless. Her blue eyes then fell on the tray he was carrying before flickering back to his face when he spoke. "Okay, so I know what you're thinking... actually I don't know what you're thinking, but whatever it is you have the wrong idea. Everything will be explained later." Oh do I, Mr. Psycho? Rorie’s lower lip trembled and she blinked back tears quickly, trying to fend them off before they escaped the imprisonment of her eyes. He couldn’t see her cry. He couldn’t.

As Dean talked about her needing to eat, Ro lifted shaking hands to her cheeks, swiping away stray tears that managed to make their way down them, though she tried her hardest not to let them; it felt like she needed to cry or she’d explode. Eat? Really?? What kind of kidnapper was he? For a moment Rorie just stared at him, ignoring his food comment, shaking, trying to process everything. She felt betrayed. Lied to. She thought Dean was a good guy- a nice guy. She actually enjoyed waving at him practically every day, as if that was some sort of life changing thing, and their small talk. Now this?


”Y-You’re going to m-make me into a s-skin suite, aren’t y-you?” she stuttered out between shaken breaths, taking another step back until she hit the cool, glass window, flinching, not expecting the contact. It was a silly thing to say at a time like this, but that was Aurora for you. She had watched too many scary movies with her brother in the past. ”What did I-I do to deserve this? P-Please don’t. . .” She took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but she couldn’t. ”Please d-don’t hurt me.” She finished in a rush, sniffling as she wiped at her face again. What a big, strong grown-up she was. Cowering and crying in front of the guy who kidnapped her or God knows what. Very fierce.

Aurora's eyes traveled around the room, looking for something to grab, something to defend herself, if he tried anything. She looked back at him, narrowing her eyes slightly. Her breathing had started picking up again, fear constricting her throat and chest- she noticed the room started to tip funny, spin. Oh. This wasn't good. Don't pass out, don't you dare pass out. she thought frantically, swallowing hard as she leaned back against the window for support. All the while she kept her ice blue eyes on Dean, looking like a deer caught in headlights. She still trembled and tears pooled back in her eyes, threatening to spill back over. "Please let me go home." she pleaded, the quick sentence coming out unbroken. She was rambling, begging. It might have seemed pathetic, but she was so afraid and confused. . .

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For a while, Dean wasn't sure what to say anymore. So they just sort of... looked at each other for a while. Tears, he hated tears. What had made it worse was that he was the cause of it. This is working out absolutely perfectly, he thought sarcastically. Honestly, he wasn't sure what he was going to do at this point. He was sorely tempted to just drug her again, but then he thought that was extremely inhumane and would just make matters worse.

"A skin suit? Really? Darling, this isn't a horror movie," he said, his eyebrows furrowed. No but seriously, is that what's she thinking about me? If this wasn't a serious conversation and her emotions, which were severely distraught at the moment, weren't at risk, he would of laughed. Her first sentence was rather comical from an outside point of view, but when you were the one at the receiving end of that comment... well that was a different story, a very different story.

”'What did I-I do to deserve this? P-Please don’t. . .'” her words ate away at him like acid. Nothing dammit! You didn't do anything to deserve this. Hell you don't even 'deserve' this. He hated that word, 'deserve'. It felt dizzying in his mind. At this point he wished he was more uncaring and formidable. Well he was formidable, physically at least, but when it came to more sensitive matters, he disintegrated like paper to a flame, especially when he was faced by a doe eyed lass with tears in her eyes. He felt like an ass, hell he was an ass. Deciding to claim Aurora had been a bad idea.

Taking a step closer, he was about to explain to her what exactly her predicament was but at the small step, her eyes widened. He didn't even know they could become that wide and was rather baffled by it. Retreating once again, he looked back at her, pleading with his eyes, "please. I know you're absolutely terrified, but I mean you no harm. I just-" he paused, looking up, thinking for the right word, "I need you... Not in the creepy type of 'need' you but, a you're a special part of whats about to happen, need you," he finished quickly. "Now please, before you go off thinking ill of me, I'll have you know that everything will be answered, so don't fret. And you're not alone, trust me." He ran his fingers through his hair then, his words probably weren't having the calming effect he was trying to propel.

Defeated, he headed to the door, and then he looked back at her one last time, "And I would never hurt you. Ever," he swore vehemently. "You can count on that." And with that last promise, he left her room and went downstairs to the den room. There he paced the floor before the fireplace. Lucian better call that meeting between the other pack members and their humans quickly because he didn't know how much more of this he could take. The guilt was eating away at him. It'll get better once she adjusts, he told himself over and over again.

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Confusion seemed to be a permanent gaze in Aurora’s eyes as she watched Dean, trying to control her breathing that was spiraling out of control. She didn’t understand. None of it was making sense. He took her. He took her for some reason, yet there he stood. . Talking as if he was trying to soothe some wild animal. When he went to take a step towards her, her eyes widened once again and she pressed her back as close to the window as she could. It was weird how just the day before- well, just a few hours before, he was a completely different person in her eyes. Now? She didn’t even know what to think.

As he started talking again Rorie tilted her head slightly, brows furrowing at his words. The saddened look in his eyes also confused her. Why would he feel upset or guilty of something if this was his whole idea and scheme? When he spoke of needing her Ro’s eyes then narrowed. He was being vague when he explained, and she wanted answers. ”Now please, before you go off thinking ill of me, I'll have you know that everything will be answered, so don't fret. And you're not alone, trust me." Not alone? Aurora’s mind reeled and she slowly slid down the window to sit on the floor, placing a hand on her head. This was crazy. Just crazy. Were there others in the house stealing people like him? Were there other people who had been stolen like her?? So many questions bounced around her mind, along with when all her questions would be answered. Why couldn’t he just answer them? Let her go? He’s a part of some freaky cult. Ro thought lamely, lower lip trembling as she thought of everything that was possibly going to happen to her.

"And I would never hurt you. Ever," Her blue gaze flickered upward at this, watching Dean at the door. For some reason, there was a tiny part of Rorie that wanted to believe him. A tiny, stupid part that wouldn’t win over her logical thinking. She blinked back more tears as she looked back down at the floor, wiping away the last of the tears from her cheeks that had fell with her free hand. She felt foolish. Foolish and weak for crying in front of someone. When the sound of the door being shut was heard she exhaled a sigh of relief, glancing back up.

Her eyes travelled to the food setting on the bedside table, chewing her bottom lip as she thought. She gave herself a few minutes to calm down, taking deep breaths. Ro then stood, slowly tiptoeing over to the door. She was briefly worried about other people being in the house. Obviously, Dean didn’t live in a three story home by himself. She paused, hand on the doorknob. Maybe he worked for someone? Her mind went back to the whole “cult” thing and it caused a shudder to rip through her small frame. Either way, she needed to at least try and get away. The thought of going down without a fight plagued her. She had heard stories of people who were taken that had managed to escape. Then again, she also remembered the tragic stories of those who didn’t.

Ro closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before carefully twisting the doorknob. To her surprise, the door actually opened. She opened said door painfully slow, peering out into the hallway. From what she could tell. . . It was empty. Inching out, she made her way into the hall, tiptoeing and trying to make little to no noise. She knew nothing about this house. How big it truly was, where doors led.. Nothing. Rorie did know if he or someone else heard her, she would be at the biggest disadvantage ever. Her only hope was to find a door that lead outside before she was caught. Clumsiness, don't mess me up now. she thought, holding her breath as she moved towards the steps at the very end of the hall.

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"Seriously? Who even does this!" Benjamin shouted, "I thought we were friends man. Why am I here and what could you possibly want with me...of all the people you could have kidnapped."

Remmy rubbed the back of his neck and almost involuntarily smiled at Benji's reaction, almost he caught it just in time by biting his lip, "Actually you would be surprised at who does this kind of shit," Remmy answered thinking of his kid sister. With another swig of beer Remmy looked at Benji, trying to make eye contact, "I'm not really supposed to explain this to you yet, but I think it's better if you have time to process it on your own. Listen, this may sound completely deranged, but I assure you it's all true. I'm not what you would call 'human', I'm actually a werewolf; you know, turn into a wolf every full moon the whole shebang. This whole kidnapping thing isn't my idea, the alpha of my pack ordered it for whatever reason, but what's going to happen to you is-" He got cut off as there was a loud ruckus coming from Dove's part of the house.

Remmy stopped talking for a while and listened to the commotion to hear for Dove's screams for help if there were going to be any. When it stopped and he didn't hear any cries for help from his kid sister he breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to Ben. "As for why you, it's because I like you man. I think of you as a friend too; you know enough about literature that you can actually hold a decent conversation and you know who you are, not many people know that about themselves especially at your age...anyway..."
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He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"I hope...I hope that eventually you can forgive me. We really could be the best of friends, but I understand that right now I'm the enemy. Just know that to me, you'll always be my friend," Remmy said, looking at Ben with his sad, puppy eyes while he fidgeted in his seat. Even though he had, no words were necessary to ask for the forgiveness he wanted as his eyes were doing most of the asking.

"Chick flick moments aside I-uh-I'll be back up to get you soon. I'm making dinner, I hope you like cheese and wine because there will be a lot of that in the food. I'm cooking a French meal tonight," Remmy said, jumping up, a dog-ish smile on his face at the thought cooking something delicious for Ben.

Just as he was about to close the door Remmy turned around, "Oh and Hot shot, I'm sorry." The awkward apology didn't last long before Remmy closed the door, locking it behind him. He walked down the hall whistling to himself, but stopped for a second. He couldn't really be sure, but he thought he heard footsteps and breathing. If he had dog ears they would be perked up right now, Remmy was listening so closely he had to close his eyes, but he didn't hear anything. He shrugged it off and continued to whistle, swinging the key to Ben's room. His feet were a little heavier than normal at having put Ben through this situation, but he knew that there wasn't any "good way" of going about this, they would always be scared, always be crying, it was the normal response to being kidnapped and no amount of explanation or promises was going to change that, but all the same he still didn't like it.

Remmy headed down to the room, beer in hand, key in his pocket. However once he arrived inside and saw Dean there he had half a mind to walk right back out. Only he needed his cookbook which was in here, so he just walked in.

"What up, ass butt?" Remmy said, not looking in Dean's direction for a second, "How's your blond doing?" Remmy knew that his comments sounded insensitive, but Dean always rubbed him the wrong way. That was about the only explanation Remmy could give about acting this way towards Dean. He continued to rummage through the bookshelf looking for his cookbook.

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With the way Dean had been pacing the floor, he was going to wear out the soles of his shoes, not to mention the hard wood floor beneath him. A million questions of his own started to race in his mind. When are we having that damn meeting? Where are the others? How is this going to play out? Will she forgive me? Will I forgive myself? And so went the vicious cycle, repeating itself endlessly in his head. This wasn't as easy as Lucian said it was.

Sighing in defeat he took a seat of the sofa. Silently he looked into the fire, watching as the flames danced back and forth. The sound of the crackling from the charred logs brought a certain peace to his mind. The warmth radiating from the hearth was also soothing, lulling him into a calm state of mind, his usually state of mind. For a while, he sat there like this. Not thinking about anything, just clearing his mind. It was almost like a meditation, and he was falling into a trance. The silence was comforting him. When his mind wasn't racing and no body was there to bother him, it set him at ease... if only it would last for more than five minutes.

He heard the footsteps then. His immediate thought was to Aurora. About to get up, he looked at the entry way and saw Remmy. Oh it's just him. "What up, ass butt?" Relaxing back into his seat, he covered his face with his hands, massaged his temples, and groaned. "That is the most ridiculous insult, I don't understand why you insist on calling me that." Taking his hands off his face he looked at Remmy who was rummaging through the shelf. He wondered how he was fairing with his human. He was just about to ask when he noticed that the footsteps hadn't stopped. That can't be Aurora, I locked the-- no I didn't.

He grabbed Remmy by the shoulder then and dragged him in tow, "come," he said simply. Hopefully the boy had enough sense to not disobey his Beta. Following the sound of the falling footsteps they made their way through the endless halls. If she was trying to be sneaky, it wasn't working. The floorboards creaked and her light tred sounded like stomping to his hypersensitive hearing. They were approaching from behind when they saw her trying to make her way down the steps. Not wanting to have to face her again, he pushed Remmy in her direction with a look in his eyes meaning, "you deal with it." He didn't want her to hate him anymore than she already did.

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Luke could only sigh as he heard the destructive noise's from upstairs. Those god damn human's were breaking his house. They house that he put so much thought and care into and helped build. A light whimper escaped his throat followed by a harsh growl that vibrated in his chest. But don't worry he'll get his revenge when their all wolves and under his command. The thought made him grin but it was quickly replaced by a frown as he heard something else break. He couldn't even eat his sandwich in peace anymore! Sure the day he decides to leave his office and all this shit happens. Sighing Luke pushed away the sandwich and seemingly forgot about it as he made his way back up stairs. His human was probably awake by now. But on his way to his room he heard a whimper of a female he knew all to well and his legs instantly change direction to go to her aid. Walking around the corner he watched as Dove quickly stood up, noticing someone was coming. He saw guilt in her eyes as she looked up at him, with her small size she had to crane her neck to see look him in the eye, which you aren't suppose to do to an Alpha but he always let things slide when it came to her. He listened to her short ramble and rolled his eyes. As if he would care if the human was fine.

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"Dove I think we both know I don't give two shit's about the human, you on the other hand..." Luke stopped talking and let his action's show what he meant, cause he was never one for words. He gently gripped her chin in his hand and leaned down to give her a light kiss, licking away the blood that had been caused from her biting her lip. The kiss didn't last long but he knew she knew what he meant cause only she and his Beta, Dean, really knew what Luke was like.

"I'm justing going to go check on my human then why don't you come grocery shopping with me, cause the house is practically void of any food and we now have more mouth's to feed, beside's you've seen how that old woman at the cash register looks at me and I quote from the last time we shopped 'she looks at me like I'm her flavor kind of ice cream and all she wants to do is lick me up'.......the woman gives me the creeps" Luke shivered at the memory as he pictures the woman's hungry brown eyes boring into him. He released Dove's chin.

"I'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes" he said to her then walked away back towards the room he left his human in. Whom at the moment was making more noise then anyone else in the house. Luke growled, unlocked the door and through it open only to be met by a empty room. But moment's later he left something leap onto his shoulder's and arm's wrapped around his neck.

Was this human really trying to pin him down? Have fun with that.

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