Isabelle Sarsin McCully's Story

"Look, Callus! I finally managed to get enough customers to make it worthwhile to try and extend the club!"

Isabelle let out a little cheer of joy, flipping down the papers on her clipboard. She stood in the back of the club she owned, Jetwave, in her office, going over the amount of people they had been taking in for the past two months. She rounded on Callus and threw her arms around him, laughing with pure joy. "Finally! You know how long I've been waiting to be able to extend! Since I first opened this, that's how long!" she exclaimed. She was jumping up and down in pure joy, her ecstasy evident. It took her a few minutes to calm down enough to release her best and only friend, and when she finally let him go, she was still giggling happily. "Extension!" she squealed, skipping across her office and to her desk. She shoved several papers into one of the drawers, and then rounded on Callus, her eyes sparkling, her lips pulled back in a joyous smile. She brushed some red hair back from her face and grabbed his hands. "This, my good sir, calls for a celebration," she said, dragging him towards the club.

She didn't care how old he appeared and claimed to be, she would serve him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. As she dragged him out of her office, pausing long enough to lock it, she cast a smile over her shoulder at him. "Come on, stop being Mr. Shy and have some fun," she insisted, pushing him towards the bar. She barely managed to get him there without falling on her face in the process, and ducked under the employee's entrance to the bar. She was immediately behind it, popping up behind it, then pulled out two glasses. She dropped them on the counter and grabbed out three bottles in one hand, and doing a little turn, she poured the three, surprisingly graceful for her clumsiness. She burst into a giggle as she went to place the under the counter again, only managing to slip in the process. She was forced to cling to the counter in a desperate attempt to keep from killing herself, and when she was finally able to stand properly, she peaked over the top of the counter at Callus.

"Whoops," she giggled out, slowly rising from behind the counter. She gingerly pushed his glass across the counter, then snatched hers up, hopped onto the counter, swung her legs over, and sat easily on the bar-table beside him. "To Jetwave!" she cheered, clinking his glass with her own before tossing it back. She set down the glass and fixed a daring gaze on her friend. "I bet I can drink more than you," she challenged.

"Look, Callus! I finally managed to get enough customers to make it worthwhile to try and extend the club!" Isabelle woke Callus up, so Callus was still not fully awoken yet and this startled him. He would've instinctively punched her, if his hand wasn't under his head. He remembered that he shouldn't punch her, since she was his friend and he didn't want to risk losing her as a friend. "Jetwave is getting popular now, isn't it?" He was excited about this, but he couldn't muster enough energy to do anything at the moment and he was a bit disappointed in this fact. When she threw her arms around him, he was almost knocked down and it would have hurt if he was knocked down. He didn't mind as long as she was still laughing, since her joy was contagious and he couldn't resist being in a good mood around her. "Finally! You know how long I've been waiting to be able to extend! He didn't think that he knew how long she wanted to extend, so he guessed that his memory was a bit bad and that he would remember when he fully woke up. "Since I first opened this, that's how long!" She was jumping up and down in pure joy, she was the most ecstatic person who he knew so well and he was beginning to feel himself get excited. She calmed down in a few minutes and finally released him, but he didn't notice that and he was still expecting something fun to happen. "Extension!" She squealed this while skipping across her office. Callus wondered how much energy she must have and if he could conduct a study on how she manages to stay so energized, but it would probably be boring and neither of them would be patient enough to wait through the study. She shoved papers into a drawer, so he decided that he would save her trouble and organize those papers himself later. She looked at Callus with her eyes sparkling and a smile across her face, then she brushed her hair away from her face and grabbed his hands. Oh well, guess I'm not getting any sleep today and I'm probably going to have a hangover tomorrow. He thought this to himself, but he wasn't sure if she was going to drink him under the table, again. "This, my good sir, calls for a celebration," She said this as she dragged him towards the club, so he decided he would play along and not be the one to kill the mood. "Yes my lady, this certainly does call for a celebration. Would you like some tea?" He was trying to hold back a laugh, at his mock gentlemanly speech. He didn't know why he found this funny, but he didn't care as long as he had fun.

He didn't really care for many of the drinking laws, since he never got caught and he was not stupid enough to drink himself under the table, again. At least he hoped he wouldn't get as drunk as he did last time, but he didn't get drunk on purpose and the drink was rigged. He had no idea if Isabelle was the one who rigged it, but it could have been Callus himself who set himself up. Even when he was drunk, he managed to still only talk in sign language to anyone who wasn't Isabelle, miraculously. She locked her office, but he hoped that she didn't forget the keys. "Come on, stop being Mr. Shy and have some fun," She insisted this, so he guessed she was referring to his always communicating with anyone other than Isabelle in sign language. "Fine, but only for today. Since it's a celebration." He was teasing, but he knew that she probably wouldn't notice that he was teasing. She pushed him to the bar, somehow managing to get there without falling on her face. He was amazed, at the fact that he was amazed that is. She pulled out two glasses and grabbed out three bottles in each hand. A slight smirk was on his face as she prepared to celebrate with Callus, since he knew he would probably not forget this night and that he was gambling with luck. She had to cling to the counter, so she wouldn't kill her self. When she was able to stand properly, she then peaked at Callus.

"Whoops," She giggled, while slowly rising from behind the counter. She gingerly pushed Callus's glass across the counter and snatched hers up, then she hopped onto the counter, swung her legs over, and sat easily on the bar table beside him. "To Jetwave!" She cheered, so he decided to cheer as well. "To Jetwave!" His cheer wasn't as loud as hers, but it was still a cheer. She set down the glass and stared at Callus with a competitive gaze, so he knew that the fun was about to begin and that he might regret tonight. I'm only young once, so I might as well enjoy this while I can. He thought this, while feeling a tad bit of worry that was instantly replaced by wave of ecstasy. He was much more livelier than he was usually, and he had no idea why he was feeling so….ecstatic. [b]"I bet I can drink more than you,"[b] She challenged him, so Callus was prepared to meet her challenge with enthusiasm. "Oh really? Let's see who can drink more, I'm feeling much more ecstatic than before. Heh." He was going to enjoy this night, even if he may look upon it with regret later.

"Oh really? Let's see who can drink more, I'm feeling much more ecstatic than before. Heh."

Belle gave him a smirk and refilled their glasses, leaning down her nose was touching his. "You're going to lose, boy-o," she taunted, smirking and laughing. She then leaned away and tossed back the drink, before swinging lithely off the bar and dropping onto the stool beside him. She reached over the bar and removed several bottles, before turning to him and clinking his glass again. "I'm going to beat you," she whispered in his ear, scrunching up her nose and leaning back. She let out a giggle and tossed back her drink once more. "You know I can hold my liquor far better than you can," she taunted, leaning against his side and nudging him a little.

She looked to the side and through her lashes as a man approached her. He leaned against the bar and gave her a devilish smile.

"Can I help you?" she asked coolly, her eyes flashing. He chuckled and leaned in close to her, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"Of course you can, doll-face. You can help me to my car, and then home, and to my bed ... And ... Well ... You get the idea ..." he snickered out.

Isabelle stared at him for a moment, cleared her throat, then set her glass down on the counter. She rose and brushed off her jeans, then stood there, staring at her hands, before, almost too quickly to follow, her fist flew out and connected with the man's chin. It seemed to barely even clip him, yet he was sent flying across the club, where he slammed into a table. The table snapped under his weight, but it was easily replaced, and with a groan, the man collapsed with it. A bouncer appeared seemingly out of nowhere, threw the man over his shoulder, then disappeared just as quickly.

She turned back and sat back at the counter, not seeming to care that the entire club had gone still, except for the band. She waved her hand at everyone and sipped at her drink, suddenly moody and not seeming to be in much of a party mood anymore. She cast a look over at Callus.

"Do you want to go somewhere? Get something to eat? I know you hate being cooped up in here all the time because of me. Why don't I take you out to that restaurant you like so much?" she offered, grabbing the alcohol and slipping it back under the counter. She stood once again and held her hand out to him, offering him a slightly-strained smile. "Come on, let's go get something to eat," she said quietly, two waiters already working on cleaning up the mess from the table. The club slowly returned to normal, people beginning to dance, talk, and laugh all around them.

Callus was prepared to drink till he passed out, but he wouldn't be prepared for the hangover that was sure to follow. She smirked and refilled their glasses. "You're going to lose, boy-o," She was taunting him, so he smirked back and prepared to drink. "Heh, let's see about that." He knew he would probably not win, but it wouldn't be fun if he just gave up and left Isabelle. She leaned away and tossed back t he drink, before swinging off and dropping onto a stool next to Callus. She removed several bottles and he was beginning to wonder how much he could drink, but he quickly waved those thoughts off and focused on more pressing matters like beating Isabelle. She turned to him and clinked their glasses. "I'm going to beat you," She whispered in his ear, while scrunching up her nose and leaning back. She giggled and tossed back her drink once more. "You know I can hold my liquor far batter than you can," She was once again taunting and he was barely keeping up with her, but he wasn't going to give up. "Heh, this is fun." She nudged him a little and he would have fell off, if he wasn't trained in balance by learning martial arts. He was going to try to stay conscious longer than her, since that mean he would win, at least once. All the times before they did this, she always won and he always embarrassingly lost. He was enjoying himself and he was loosening up, but he was never not on guard.

A man approached Isabelle and Callus felt bad, for the man approaching her. He was clearly drunk and the man was giving a devilish smile. Callus wanted to beat the crap out of the man, but he couldn't risk losing the competition and his mind was jumbled. "Can I help you?" Isabell asked this cooly, with her eyes flashing and Callus felt disappointed that the man had messed with their fun. He could smell the alcohol in the man's breath and he knew that this was going to get a bit physical, so he prepared to hear the soon to have crash.

"Of course you can, doll-face. You can help me to my car, and then my home, and to my bed … And … Well … You get the idea …" he snickered out, but Callus knew the man just asked to get punched and Callus was paying close attention to how far Isabelle punched the man. The man was pervert, so Callus took back the pity he had for the man. Callus didn't particularly like fighting, but he wasn't afraid to fight and he would help Isabelle if the man would bring in any of his friends. No other men came to the man's rescue, so Callus didn't have to do anything and possibly lose his cool. He tried drinking the glass, but he just didn't feel like drinking anymore and he just poked the glass.

Isabelle stared at the clearly insane man for a moment, cleared her throat, then set her glass on the counter. Callus was used to this happening by now and he kept track of how far Isabelle could punch people, since it was always fun to keep track of things like that. She stared there looking at her hands, then her fist flew out and connected with the man's chin. Callus would not want to be in the man's place, since not even he could stop the full blow of Isabelle's punches. The punch seemed to barely clip the man and the man flew across the club, breaking a table in the process. "Ouch, ... poor table." Callus's comment seemed out of place to others, but to him the comment seemed perfect for the situation and he didn't care who listened. The table snapped under the man's weight, yet it could be easily replaced, goading, the man collapsed as well. One of the club's bouncers appeared and picked up the seemingly weightless man off of the floor, and disappeared as soon as the bouncer came.
Isabelle was moody and not in the mood to party anymore, so she suggested something else while looking at Callus. "Do you want to go somewhere? Get something to eat? I know you hate being cooped up in here all the time because of me. Why don't I take you out to that restaurant you like so much?" She offered to go a restaurant that Callus like, so he thought that he might as well accept and not get bored. "Sure, but I like quite a bit restaurants." He didn't know which one they were going to, but he would worry about that later. He stood up when she stood up, then he took her hand and smiled back. "Come on, let's go get something to eat," She said this quietly, while two waiters were working on cleaning up the mess from the table. The club slowly returned to normal, people beginning to dance and do other stuff that was normal at the club. "Which restaurant? The fancy one, the casual one, or the one of the others." He didn't mind going to any restaurant and money wasn't a problem, but he didn't want to force Isabelle to go to a restaurant she didn't like. "I was so going to beat you and you know it." He said this teasingly, since he knew he wouldn't have won and she knew this as well. She had passed her record of how far she could punch someone, but he would congratulate her on this some other time.

"Sure, but I like quite a bit restaurants. Which restaurant? The fancy one, the casual one, or the one of the others. I was so going to beat you and you know it."

Belle managed to give him a small smile in return to his jokes. She shook her head at him and bumped his side with her own. "Yeah right, in your dreams, boy-o," she said quietly, slipping her arm through his as they walked outside. The night air was cool and she stifled a sigh, her eyes half-closed as she let her head fall to rest on her friend's shoulder.

"Why do I have to be like this, Callus?" she asked quietly, a single tear springing to her eye. "Why me of all people?" she murmured as they turned a corner. A gust of wind slammed against them, momentarily knocking her off-balance, but she caught herself and clung to Callus's arm, before straightening. She began to walk in the direction of the nearest restaurant that he liked, her arm tightening around his. "I hate it, I really do. I just ... I want to be Human, Callus. I want to live, and then eventually die. But that's never going to happen. It just isn't possible," she whispered. She stopped outside the restaurant and drew in a breath, rubbing at her eyes, before releasing the breath and giving him a wobbly smile. She let go of his arm and made her way inside the restaurant, leading the way to an open table after reading the 'Seat Yourself' sign, before slipping into one of the chairs and flipping up a menu.

She peaked over the top of it at Callus. "What do you want to eat?"

"Heh, do you remember when I was burning money, because I didn't know what it was? Oh, and you're not allowed to die before me."

Belle's lips twitched a little in amusement. "I remember that," she said quietly, her eyes moving back down to the menu. "You were squatting over a pile of money, using it to try and warm your body. I remember how I went up to you and chastised you for it. 'Silly boy, do you have any clue as to how much money that is and how much it is worth?'" she said in an exact quote. Her eyes began to sparkle with amusement, and she let out a soft laugh. "'No, ma'am. I don't know,'" she added, in an exact quote of what his answer was. She smiled and shook her head. "You're nineteen now, so that would have been ... Eight years ago," she said, almost in awe. "Geez, it's been eight years already," she murmured, lightly kicking him underneath the table.

"I guess I'll have the special, since I haven't tasted it, yet."

She cast a look up at him, then snapped her menu closed and set it on the edge of the table. "Alright, I'll get the special, too, then," she said, resting her elbows on the table and folding her fingers together, her chin on her fingers. She studied him for a moment, her expression alight. "What do you want for your birthday, Callus? It'll be here any day now, and you have yet to tell me, so I haven't had the chance to go out and buy anything," she lectured, clucking her tongue in disappointment. The waitress approached them then and took their orders for the specials, along with their orders for drinks, Isabelle's being a large glass of Dr. Pepper. Once the waitress was gone, she turned back to face Callus. "Well?"

Callus was remembering the 'embarrassing' first encounter they had, but he had no idea why he mentioned it. Isabelle's lips twitched in amusement. "I remember that," She said this quietly while her eyes read the menu. Callus knew that she was going to retell the simple encounter, but to them it was what began their friendship. "You were squatting over a pile of money, using it to try and warm your body. I remember how I went up to you and chastised you for it. 'Silly boy, do you have any clue as to how much money that is and how much it is worth?'" She remembered exactly how the event happened, and she laughed a bit as her eyes sparkled with amusement. He couldn't resist laughing as well, but he stopped and let her continue remembering the chance meeting they had. The meeting happened after Callus's mother and father were killed by the owner of the White family at the time, the Lockwood and White family held many Vendettas against each other and every generation added more to the ever-growing list. The two families go back to the birth of the Immortal, but the families went by different names at that time. "No, ma'am. I don't know,'" She added this to her retelling of what happened. She smiled and shook her head. Looking back on it, the situation was funny and it was also a cherished memory of Callus. "You're nineteen now, so that would have been … Eight years ago. Geez, it's been eight years already,. She murmured this, while slightly kicking Callus under the table. "Best years of my life and I expect many more to come, but let's stop remembering great memories and let's make some new ones." He kicked back, but only playfully. He could only be this energetic around Isabelle, since he was usually calm and boring around others.

She looked at him when he said he would have the special, hen she snapped her menu closed and set it on the edge of table they were sitting at. "Alright, I'll get the special, too, then," She was going to order the same thing as Callus, but Callus wondered if she had already ordered this before. She rested her elbows on the table and folded her fingers together, her chin on her fingers. She studied him with an alight expression, but he didn't notice this due to the fact that she was his friend and he didn't mind it when she analyzed him. He did however, mind when people who barely knew him analyzed him, since they usually got the wrong impression of him. "What do you want for your birthday, Callus? It'll be here any day now, and you have yet to tell me, so I haven't had the chance to go out and buy anything," She was lecturing him and clicking her tongue in disappointment, but he didn't take her comment too seriously. "Hold up, waitress coming." His tone of voice changed quickly, since he talked to people who weren't Isabelle or his friends differently. "I'll take a Sprite." His voice wasn't full of the energy of before, and people who didn't know him would think that he had a grudge against the waitress. "Well?" She asked this as soon as the waitress left. "I guess that perhaps a copy of each book in the series of books I like, since I can never find the time to look for the series and I can never find it when I actually try." The request was simple, but books meant a lot to Callus and he had been trying to get his hands on a copy of all the books from this series for quite a while. Isabelle knew exactly what series he was talking about, since he sometimes spent whole nights searching for a copy of any of the series's books. He tried not to fall in love with Isabelle, since it would simply cause both of them unnecessary pain.

It all happened so fast. One minute Alex had hold of her arms then they were separated by the earth. This guy was a complete jerk, and Eliza was ready for more till water was dumped onto her head and hands....

It was at this point she noticed Asher speaking to her but she couldn't make out what he was saying... she was simply to angry. The fire inside her made it difficult to feel any other emotion other than anger, but it had always been this way.

Water naturally dampened Eliza's spirits, and yes she had started the fight... but in her mind she was simply standing up for herself and the others against Alex, who clearly thought he was better.

She wouldn't apologize, not to anyone... not for this, so she simply stared at Alex
' Try anything like that again and I won't just use my hands...' She snapped in his direction, then she slumped down the wall shivering from the water, finding hard to warm up again. SHe had felt ganged up on
'looks like I'm the outcast here' she thought.

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He was about to act upon the fight that was breaking out.
However, it seemed the other Elements has diffused the situation on their own.

' Fighting among yourselves will not help.... Fire and Ice will always have a natural hatred to another.... in fact all of you that are opposite will feel threatened and can act just in the same way these two have.... It's time to forget about hatred, you are a bound team.... Let me explain about the Immortal'

The old man took centre stage, and removed a small lock of red hair from his pocket.... it was hers, the Immortal. It was beautiful, and sent a wave of calm through the room.

' When I was nine, she gave this to me... I was her companion at the time and I loved everything about her. You will want to protect her, she keeps our world alive... she is truly that amazing. I know where she is... are you ready to find her?'

((I'm just going to push this forward a bit....just so we can all continue ))

The old man raised his hand, it commanded silence.

' You must leave now, the darkness is coming..... here are her coordinates...get to her before they do....please'

The old man then dropped to the floor.

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Eliza just wanted to go, whoever the immortal chick was the Chinese man had a lot of respect for her.

She stood up, thanking Chase for giving him her sweater... and at that moment the man fell. She bolted forward, it was an instant reaction but she did not catch him in time. He lay on the floor still, Eliza placed her hand around his wrist, it was almost as if all of the heat in his once alive body had been sucked away... was this the darkness... she felt sick, cold and altogether quite rotten. She found a piece of paper in his hand that read the coordinates of the Immortal but it also had a small message.

'Tell her Xian-po found you, that the darkness has arrived.... Run'

She turned the old man head around, it revealed his eyes had gone completely black which made Eliza jump back a little.
She turned to the others.
' Look, I know we may not like each other...but this note says we have to run...Look this man has had.... had life literally sucked from his body, we have to find this Immortal... even ifit is just to get some answers.'

"Best years of my life and I expect many more to come, but let's stop remembering great memories and let's make some new ones."

Belle stuck her tongue out at him and rolled her eyes, deciding to end their childish game of kicking each other beneath the table. “Agreed,” she said with a beaming smile, offering the waitress a kind one as she approached their table with their drinks and the appetizers she had ordered when Callus wasn’t paying attention. She reached across the table and lifted his headphones from around his neck. Although he wasn’t listening to any music, she still found it a bit rude that he would wear them out to eat, which he knew bothered her. She removed them along with the iPod she had bought him, then set it beside her on the other side of her booth seat, and picked up a fork.

"I guess that perhaps a copy of each book in the series of books I like, since I can never find the time to look for the series and I can never find it when I actually try."

She gasped in mock shock, throwing her hand to her head dramatically. “How can you not want something else? I have a vast amount of money, endless in fact, and all you want are your books?” she teased, nudging his foot with her own. She sighed a little and dropped her hand, shaking her head at him. “But yes, I can get you the series. I know precisely which one you’re talking about,” she said, nibbling at the chicken that she had ordered for the appetizer.

((I was really stumped on what to post since you never really give me much that I can go off of to reply to …))

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Eliza Reed
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As everyone began to leave Eliza realized what she had been thrown into. This curse that she had all of her live now had meaning.... and maybe if the Immortal was saved it would go away.

One by one people started to leave, Eliza had planned to follow Chase and Vienna but after Alex's little outburst she realized something. They were all lonely, they all needed someone..... they had to work together.

' Windy? You mind giving me a hand to get cool Running back?... even if it means forcing him to come, I think we have to do this...' She indicated for him to follow. Her natural bossiness beginning to shine through.

She began to sprint after Alex... eventually catching up to him ' Alex look I'm sorry but....' she then noticed a strange man standing opposite him 'Who the hell is this guy?!'

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Cassie Holland
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She watched as the two casually ate their food... she had found them. The immortal was here and had no idea she had been being followed for the last few days.

Cassie flicked back her dark black hair and went back to casually eating her own food, she would soon make her move.
((I am going to get the character sheet up later tonight ))

Eliza Reed
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In her dizzied state she could briefly remember Alex being different towards her and carrying her to the car, though she did protest this hitting him as she went. The feeling of darkness had been so cold that it left Eliza in a trance.

It was not till she saw another girl screaming at her from the outside of the car that she began to come back to reality.
It must have been a minion of the Dark Element.
She was far to weak to get out the car and help Alex, even she had her limits, plus she had used a lot of power.

"What happened to you? You both look like you saw a ghost,"

Eliza looked at Vienna. ' The darkness is real' she responded before turning her head to look at the girl infected by the darkness outside. She wanted to fight her, she wanted to help Alex but she couldn't... and that was the last thing she could remember before passing out. Something which often happened after a full power up.

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Cassie Holland
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As she sat sipping her soup Cassie felt a twinge in her side. There was a fight going on without her, Cason had begun the battle.

He had asked her specifically to find the Immortal for him and basically keep watch. Which Cassie was happy to do for him. Being one of the most infected made her very obedient, almost like a lap dog.

Callus Lockwood


"Agreed" Isabelle stopped kicking him and she stuck her tongue out. Callus decided not to stick his tongue out, since he just didn't feel like doing that. He had a cold stare when the waitress approached the table. "Thank you," It was a simple gesture, but he held no emotion in this and the waitress seemed stunned at the coldness of Callus. Isabelle had just taken off his headphones, but Callus didn't notice at the moment. He was simply looking at the waitress leaving, while having the same cold gaze he gave anyone he didn't care about. "How can you not want something else? I have a vast amount of money, endless in fact, and all you want are your books?" He read whenever he had nothing to do, so his request was not strange. "But yes I can get you the series. I know precisely which one you're talking about," She was nibbling at the chicken she ordered. "Thank you." He didn't notice that he didn't have his headphones off, yet. He thought that the device next to her was her's, since he should have his headphones on. "Do you want to go to a park or something? Or…. we could do something exciting, like….." He stopped dramatically, since he was enjoying this. "Sleep." He had a serious look on his face, but this look was quickly replaced by a smile that he desperately tried to suppress. He was only joking, since he didn't want to sleep and miss a perfect chance to have fun. "I'm just kidding, so don't get too excited." He knew that she probably wouldn't like the idea of sleeping, since she had quite a bit of energy at the moment. "Anyways, we should race on foot, since I'm sure I can beat you, eventually." He was good at running, but Isabelle was better. He instinctively reached for his iPod, due to him using it when running. He was determined to beat Isabelle, but he didn't even know if she wanted to race him. He just assumed that she would enjoy running. His hand grabbed air and he was confused, since his headphones should be there. He scooted back and checked under the table, but he found nothing. He laughed a bit and he thought that he must have left his headphones at home. He was a bit worried, since he had never been faced with the problem of not having his headphones. He was now vulnerable to things people said and he couldn't simply block the voices of people out with his music, since his iPod was on the other side of Isabelle's booth seat. "Was I wearing my headphones?" He hoped that he wasn't, since he couldn't find them. He was too worried to notice that the headphones close to Isabelle were his. He had a lot of songs stuffed into the little device, so he could not just buy another one and expect to have all his songs back.

This is bad, this is bad, this is bad, this is bad. How am I supposed to ignore people without my headphones?! These thoughts were panicky, but he had a calm exterior and no one would notice that he was extremely worried about being able to ignore people. Most people would simply think that he was overly attached to his device, but he simply enjoyed the fact that it could be used to ignore anyone he wanted to. Okay, I probably left it at home and I'm probably overreacting, so I shouldn't worry. He tried calming himself down with these thoughts, but he was only making himself more worried. He was showing subtle signs of worry, but he decided to try to not spoil their fun by worrying too much about his headphones. He was twiddling his thumbs. This action usually meant that he was worried, but he didn't know that he was doing this.

"Do you want to go to a park or something? Or…. we could do something exciting, like….. Sleep." He was obviously kidding, and couldn't seem to keep a straight face, and immediately broke into a wide grin, causing her to beam a smile of happiness. "I'm just kidding, so don't get too excited. Anyways, we should race on foot, since I'm sure I can beat you, eventually."

Isabelle rolled her eyes but grinned over at at, her amusement evident. "I'd love to race to the park. Definitely not sleep, though," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "Honestly, did you ever actually think that I'd be up for sleeping of all things?" she asked incredulously. She held up some chicken on a fork and thrust it in his direction. "Want some?" she offered.

He suddenly scooted back and ducked under the table, causing her to lower her fork and look at him in confusion. A small laugh escaped him as he sat back up, bring an even more confused look to her face. "Was I wearing my headphones?" Isabelle let out a breath of relief. "You worried me there for a moment. I thought something was seriously wrong with you," she sighed out. She reached beside her and plucked his iPod from the booth seat, set it gently on the table, but kept it out of his reach. "I took them off of you. Didn't you notice? I wanted to have a normal dinner with you, without your headphones," she explained. "Here, try this chicken," she held up the fork once more and close to his face, moving it a little. "It's really good."

A soft prickling feeling began to crawl up the back of her neck. She lost her smile and narrowed her eyes, her jaw clenching, and slowly lowered the fork once more, dropping it to her plate. She stared at Callus, blinking at him, gave him a warning look, before she slowly rose. She removed her wallet and slipped a few bills onto the table, grabbed his iPod for him, and returned it to his grasp. She moved over to his side leaned down beside him. "We need to go. Something isn't right here," she murmured. She straightened and stepped away from the table, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up, her only thought to protect her best and only friend. She hadn't had this feeling in hundreds of years, yet she still knew what it meant.

Subtly lifting her narrowed eyes, she surveyed the people sitting in the restaurant. Nearly all of them were obviously the normal human beings they appeared to be. However, one girl stood out to her, one girl in particular, who sat alone in a seat, attempting to appear nonchalant and normal. Instead, she stuck out like a sore thumb. The small amount of aura that Belle could see of her only caused the Immortal Woman to be even more weary of her. "Callus, once we're outside, run. Do exactly what I've showed you over the years. Run back to the club and into my office. Everything I've told you since I've met you is true. My office is the only safe place for a mortal," she murmured in his ear, guiding him calmly towards the door, attempting to appear normal. "When I say the word, you run. Don't stop, don't look back; just run," she hissed. As soon as they were through the doors, she shoved his iPod into his hands and pushed him in the direction of the club. "Go!" she snapped to him, before taking several steps back and away from the doors of the restaurant, her whip already snapping out and appearing in her hand.

She didn't know what it was about the girl that immediately put her off, but after thousands of years of survival, Isabelle had learned to allow her instincts to take over when the need occurred. As soon as Callus was out of sight, and therefore safe from the girl, she whirled around to face the restaurant once more. Her skin began to crawl and blossom with goosebumps as the girl grew near, and Belle slowly began to back away from the building, drawing an ancient sword she had owned since birth, with equally-ancient symbols up and down the silver blade, which glistened in the moonlight.

Before she had truly realized what had happened, she had stumbled backwards and into the street, lost her balance, yet quickly regained it.

Only to be blinded by the lights of an oncoming car.

Immediately, her long-instilled training kicked in, and she crouched, only to push off the ground once more. "Not this time," she murmured. She landed hard on the hood of the car, a large dent appearing in it, her hair billowing up above her. Her head remained down for a moment, before it shot up and her eyes locked on the inhabitants of the car.

Immediately her blood ran cold. It can't be ... It isn't possible ...

Yet, it was. She would recognize those faces anywhere. They were identical in every way to the original Chosen Ones, the original Protectors. Not only that, but their shimmering auras only enhanced the fact that they were, indeed, the Protectors.

Everything seemed to be happening slowly. She looked down and slammed her fist into the hood of the car, tore out several wires, and tossed them to the side. The car swerved a little before screeching to a stop, and she crouched on it for a moment longer, before flipping from it. She marched around the car and tore open a door, her eyes flashing as she leaned inside. "How ... Is this even possible?" she snapped, her voice a low growl. She grabbed the nearest person's cheek, a girl with flaming red hair, and moved her head back and forth. "There's no way in hell that you've been reborn, Selia," she clenched her jaw, her nose wrinkling a little, before she roughly released the girl's face. She studied the inhabitants of the car, her eyes dark. "Seeing as you're all together, I have no doubt that you all know the truth of who you are. We need to talk," she ordered, leaning back out of the car. "Are any of you injured?" she asked, looking around her quickly, making sure there was no immediate threat in the vicinity. "There's no time for that. Grab your things. We'll head over to my club and my office, meet my friend there, and talk things over. Follow me, it isn't far," she said, turning and starting down the road. She sheathed her sword and removed her cell phone, immediately dialed Callus's number, and pressed it to her ear. "Callus, have you reached the club yet?" she awaited his answered, casting a look at the Protectors. "Do you remember the people I told you about, in my stories? Yes, those ones. They're here. We're heading to my office. Meet us there," she said, flipping it shut and tucking it into her pocket.

That thing he used didn't really proved effective, as the Immortal seemed to have noticed the group. What he had just fired was an ice that brings all his condensed powers inside and when it hits the group, the impact would release the power, thus transporting his entire body to there. It is exhausting for him, but it's very much necessary for him to reach the Immortal as soon as possible. Although now he doesn't need it. Good thing the small projectile didn't transport his body there, the impact on the car's hood would've killed him right when he transports right below the dent.

With a swift jump, he front flipped down the building where the restaurant stood, and landed with an ice flooring that cushioned his fall. His hands tucked in, he approached the Immortal seemed to have as if confused by this situation. "You never change, Isabelle." His other personality seemed to have switched back again. He patted on the crimson-haired girl's shoulders and convinced her to stop. She wanted all of them to follow her to her office, and some of the ones in the group seemed to be pissed by her first impression. Alex quickly took a few steps back and crossed his hands. He concentrated, with his eyes closed and his hands emitting the same cold air, a moment after, a huge burst if cold air only visible to the protectors and the Immortal engulfed Alex, as slowly, the same exact body structures of the protectors made of ice appeared right behind the car, and once Alex was once with his thing, appropriate colors matching the ones it copied. The clones suddenly became as real as the protectors, and even their personalities. They started walking in the direction opposite of the group, and made off with the crowd in the distant.

"That'll buy us some time, at least."

Eliza Reed
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((forgot to mention that you want to protect the immortal one , something inside tells you too... but you can still dislike her'

Everything had been fine,they were driving along trying to find the exact location of the Immortal.

Then before Eliza had a chance to breathe out, something slammed into the roof and began tearing away at it. Eliza could not power up, she was sitting in the back of the car with earth and Ice.... two Elements that really didn't need fire right now.

As the car roof was dissembled and the doors ripped from their hinges Eliza saw a flash of red hair before her face was cupped into two small dainty hands.

"There's no way in hell that you've been reborn, Selia,"

Now on any normal occasion Eliza would have became hot tempered, it wouldn't be her fault but the fire that consumed her very core often gave her violent mood swings. However, she was soothed and enthralled.... she wanted to protect this woman in front of her.
This was a gift, for once in her life the hatred she often felt was calmed. Though the damage to the car did annoy her.

Eliza took hold of Vienna's arm to show her agreement of the unnecessary damage.
'I guess we have no choice but to follow you...' Eliza whispered like a timid animal.

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Cassie Holland
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Cassie kept close to the Immortal, though she did have difficulty keeping her speed up.

The idea was to know where she was but not to attack, that was Cason's job.
Though she stopped when the Immortal perched herself on the top of a car. It seemed to have six others inside it...

The Elements

Cassie took her phone from her blackened jeans and dialled.

'Cason.... they are all here'

Asher listened attentively to what Vienna had just said. Great... This'll be interesting... He thought. Just then, a small piece of ice slide in between two of backseat passangers. Asher turned around and raised his hand to fire off a burst of wind, but stopped himself when it revealed itself as Alex. "God... Don't ever do that again..." Asher said, facepalming himself. Just then, a stranger hoped onto the car's hood.

Asher braced himself as that someone rip out the wires, causing Chase to lose control and crash. He managed to get out of the car after the impact, and was about to turn to the newcomer angrily when he heard this phrase.

"There's no way in hell that you've been reborn, Selia."

Asher stared at the newcomer as she examined each and every one of the group, and told them to follow her. "What's your problem...?" Asher muttered, slightly annoyed at her entrance. He grabbed his sword hilt and followed the stranger. "You're supposed to be the Immortal? Your entry gave me the impression of an infected..." Asher added to his mumbles as he eyed the girl. She is at least cute. Asher thought to himself. That's one good thing about my job.... The job being one of her bodyguards. He stared at Alex who made an exact replica of the group. Snowmen? Asher mused. What are they going to d- His thoughts were interupted as he noticed that each ice clone had the same persona and appearance as their actualy counterparts. "Nice..." Asher whispered.

Callus Lockwood

Callus was enjoying being with his friend, but he simply didn't know what to recommend to have fun. He didn't want to force anything on her. He laughed a bit when she mentioned his joke, since they both knew that she wouldn't use this time for sleeping. He stared at his iPod and he sighed, since nothing bad happened to it. His iPod was the only way he could ignore people who bothered him, so it would be quite chaotic if he couldn't ignore people. He managed to bite a bit of the chicken she held out to him, but only a little bit. He saw her lose her smile and seem serious. He hated it when he couldn't help Isabelle, but he knew that he would be useless considering he had no powers. He took his iPod calmly, since he didn't exactly know what was happening. He knew that something was happening, but he didn't know what the thing that was happening was. He was suddenly pulled up and away from the table, but he didn't offer any resistance and he simply followed to where he was being led. Isabelle seemed to stare at a single girl acting normal, so Callus figured that the girl was an enemy of Isabelle.

"Callus, once we're outside, run. Do exactly what I've showed you over the years. Run back to the club and into my office. Everything I've told you since I've met you is true. My office is the only safe place for a mortal," she murmured in his ear, guiding him calmly towards the door, attempting to appear normal. "When I say the word, you run. Don't stop, don't look back; just run," she hissed. As soon as they were through the doors, she shoved his iPod into his hands and pushed him in the direction of the club. "Go!" She seemed harsh when she said this, but Callus knew she meant well and that he should follow her orders. He simply nodded in response, prepared to go somewhere. He calmly went out the doors, then ran as fast as he could towards the club and Isabelle's office. He could fight, but he would be more of a hinderance in a fight with the enemies of Isabelle and he knew this. This wasn't the time for heroics, and he quite frankly didn't want to die. He ran with his head low and his eyes towards the front, since this was the easiest way for him to run. He ran into the club and jumped over the things separating him from the office.

He quickly reached the office, hurting his hand while running in and hitting the door. He calmly closed the door, since he didn't want to cause a racket and make the people in the club go crazy. He was receiving a call from Isabelle, so he flipped out his phone and almost dropped it. "Callus, have you reached the club yet?" Isabelle barely gave him time to open his phone and listen."Yes, I made it." He had no time for complicated responses, so he would try to keep his response as simple as possible. "Do you remember the people I told you about, in my stories? Yes, those ones. They're here. We're heading to my office. Meet us there," She had just told him a valuable piece of information. He now concluded that she was being chased by an enemy of hers. It angered him that he couldn't protect her, but he quickly calmed down and thought rationally. He didn't have to reply, since she would already know that he would follow her directions. He simply began preparing her office for visitors, by setting up a table for the protectors and Isabelle to talk.

Isabelle's eyes flashed in annoyance. She wasn't trying to seem like a bitch. She was merely doing everything in her meager amount of power to keep them alive. An Infected Mortal was nearby, and when a Mortal was tainted by the darkness, there was nothing an untrained Protector could do to stop them from injuring anyone.

She ground her teeth together and inhaled deeply through her nose, in an attempt to remain calm. You've made it this long without losing your cool; you can last a bit longer, Belle.

Finally, she rounded on the group following her, her expression irritated and angry. "I'm trying to keep your sorry asses alive, so it would be nice if I didn't get any lip from you. I'm not trying to be a bitch, but you all are going to have to learn fast that if you want to survive, you need to listen to someone with experience, at least until you regain your memories from your past lives. Now I dare you to lip off to me again. Go ahead and get it out while you can, because after this, I'm not going to listen to your complaining," she snapped, her eyes fiery with fury.

With that, she whirled back around. They had already reached her club, so she tugged it open, and immediately blaring, loud music assaulted them.

"I'll pay for your car, so don't get your panties in a bunch. It was the only way to stop it and you know that. For all I knew, you could have done everything in your power to kill me," she said, rolling her eyes as she started inside. She was quiet as she pushed through the crowd of dancing bodies, stretching as she did so. Once they reached her office, she opened the door and waved everyone inside. Once each of the Protectors were in the office, she shut the door, grabbed a small jar, and tossed it spread it along the door frame. She then shook it out before the bottom of the door, before replacing it on her desk. "That should keep them at bay for at least a little while," she murmured.

Turning to face the inhabitants, she made her way over to Callus and led him into a corner.

"They are different from the old Protectors, Callus, so do not treat them as if they are the same people I told you of. I'm sorry I made a bit of a scene, but that girl ... Was stalking us," she said quietly to him. She moved over to her desk and sat on it, crossing her arms. She removed her weapons and set them beside her, motioning for the Protectors to help themselves to the seats, drinks, and food bar she had in her office.

"Now, tell me everything. How you found out, how long you've known, how long you've known you have powers, and how you found me," she said, hopping up onto the desk. She crossed her legs and fixed a look on each Protector. "I go by Isabelle at the current moment, so feel free to call me that, Belle, Izzy, anything that pertains to that name."