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ALARICK MORGENSTERN

"They say we are slaves to our own devices- well good thing mine are being exceedingly handsome and rich."

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a character in “Welcome to Bellingstone”, as played by NomDePlume

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"What is evil but good tortured by its' hunger and thirsts?" Kahlil Gibran




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Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 27

Nicknames: "Handsome, Rick, or whatever suits your fancy."

Occupation: "I have a MA in Library Science- no you cannot make sexist jokes about. Ah- who am I kidding- go ahead."

Pack/Coven Name: Bellingstone Hunters

Rank in Pack/Coven: Deputy







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Height: 6'2"

Weight: 200lbs

Build: Muscular

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Hazel

Scars?: "One doesn't get into this business without a few scars- but we'll have to wait until the clothes come off for that one."

Brief Written Description: Alarick's stature is imposing without being weighted. He is has a slick musculature about him that can be discerned even through his layering of clothing. His hair is always groomed, there is always a faint but tidy smattering of facial hair, his skin is an olive tan no matter what time of the year, and his lips are always quirked into a sharp smirk.

Clothing Preference: Layering. Not that he really thinks he needs to hide himself, but one doesn't just lurk about a town of monsters with a carved physique and varying marks of battle for all of the world to see. Still doesn't mean Alarick goes against being fashionable about it.





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Skills:
  • Capable of Using a Pistol
  • Talented Tracker
  • Pugilism
  • Charismatic
  • Relentless
Quirks:
  • Loves Fashion
  • Enjoys Corny Jokes
  • Loves to Flirt with Danger
Likes:
  • His .500 Smith & Wesson- calls her 'The Grey Lady'
  • Pistachio Flavored Ice Cream
  • One Night Stands
  • The Color Red
  • The Thrill of a Kill
Dislikes:
  • Sourpusses and Shut Ins
  • The Supernatural- Obviously
  • Stereotypes
  • 'Your Mom' Jokes
  • Failure
Fears:
  • Being Turned
  • Dying Alone
Written description: If someone knew nothing about Alarick and just offered an opinion on what they thought he was like- they would say he didn't have a care in the world. He is quick to laugh, quick to become your friend, and oh-so aware of how handsome he is. The man loves to dance, loves to kiss, and maybe loves the drink sometimes a bit too much. Those that are close to him state that he has skeletons monsters in his closet. It is like like that Friedrich Nietzche quote states: "Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you."



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Relationship Status: "Relationship? Re-lation-ship. Doesn't at all sound familiar."

Brief History: Once Upon a Time... there was a boy who lived in a large manse atop rolling hills of viridian green. The Morgensterns came from old money- older than America itself. His father was by blood a hunter- always had been and always will be (well if he had lived that was). Alarick's mother, Isabel, on the other hand had come from Italy during her teenage years in a chance to 'study abroad', but the 'abroad' never came. Instead she met Renault Morgenstern and from then on found herself at his side. Yet no matter her devotion she never joined him as a hunter, but instead decided to tend to the estate and raise Alarick away from his father's life.

Unfortunately at the age of fourteen he was indoctrinated in just like every Morgenstern boy before him. That caused a nasty rift in his family one that sent his mother fleeing and his father turning to the darkness of the hunt. Yet all Alarick could do was flow with the ebb and tide of his parent's decisions, and never found himself making one of his own.

To say that the evil wrought upon his childhood was unfounded would be a lie. His father, leading a band of hunters with Alarick in tow, had taken down a coven in Midwestern America- the feeding habits of their fledglings having altered the hunters. They were needlessly cruel with it- also murdering humans that had thrown themselves willingly at the vampire's feet. A week later Renault received a box containing the head of Isabel, and that night the entire manse was lit aflame as they tortured the man and forced Alarick to watch. They had deemed to kill the boy as well, but were interrupted as human law enforcement managed to arrive before they could finish the deed.

By the end of it Alarick found himself without a home, without a family, and without a thread of compassion left in his bones. What he did have was his father's gun, his family's money, and revenge dwelling in his heart. Alarick eventually found another group of hunters to parlay with, and inevitably found himself in Bellingstone- a nesting place of both vampires and werewolves. While charm and good looks precede him- ire and bloodlust define him.

So begins...

ALARICK MORGENSTERN's Story

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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen

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Pants.
Pants were that fine denim line between being socially acceptable and publically indecent, and Alarick didn’t much care for the latter happening. For some reasons he could only visualize Sebastian pulling up to his half naked form roaming about Bellingstone with an intense stare of disappointment (and maybe envy considering what he saw packaged there). Still being arrested by his leader and friend didn’t quite seem to a promising way to start this Sunday morning.

The hardwood was cool underneath his feet as he tiptoed about- swerving in and out of ripped away shirts and undergarments. Those dark hazel eyes peeled back to the supple form of his lover. Her blonde hair tumbled over silken pillows, her tan skin contrasted sharply with the Havana blue sheets, and one perfectly pedicured toe jutted out from underneath all that mess. She moaned and twisted- her makeup smeared doll-like over her lids. Alarick halted movement and held his breath for a moment. ’I seriously don’t think she is a T-Rex,’ he thought and yet she failed to stir anymore ‘but hey it is working’.
Quickly he was able to procure his pants and slide them over his legs. Next came his shirt- he grabbed the nearest gray t-shirt, and slid into the living room. There were his shoes and jacket- unfortunately his socks were to be a tribute to his presence in her condo whenever- or wherever- she came across them.

The door clicked softly behind him.
Alarick realized that he had failed to put his shirt on yet, and so slowly slid it down his muscular torso. His lover- Stacey, Macy, Sarah, Stephanie, or whatever- had asked in her drunken haze last night ‘what was up with his back’. He had silenced her with a heavy kiss and breathed in the tender taste of too much SoCo and lemonade before he slammed that body onto the bed and made a fiercely tender love to her.
Those eyes glanced back down to note that it was very much not his shirt. The low-cut v-neck dipped across his chest with rhinestone embezzling of ‘Princess’ below it. Oh she had been very much so a princess. Yet it was too late for him to go back now, and so instead he slid his jacket over it and zipped it up.

Slowly he slinked out of apartment complex and found his feet treading down a familiar path. Alarick usually just walked through Bellingstone. Many assumed it was for his health, but truth be told he much rather the women that he bed not know what his car looked like- could complicate already complicated matters.
Yet instead of heading straight back towards his own well-furnished apartment- he found himself taking a bit of a detour. The Comic Store was not the place that his certain circles would entail, and honestly if Annelise wasn’t employed there then he wouldn’t even bother with it.

The jingle as the door opened signaled his entry, and he inevitably found his way into the dusty land of nerdom and omnipotent fictional but useless knowledge. “Annelise,” he announced- his voice licked with a fading Italian accent. He had grown up underneath his mother’s wing, and she had encouraged that thick tone of her voice. “Let’s go get breakfast? Coffee? Or at least some company? And before you go on about a job and all that nonsense- consider where you work. The nerds haven’t quite gotten up yet from their all-night ‘LAND’ parties.” Alarick stated with a breathless ease- not caring if he recited that correctly or not.
“I’ll let you laugh at my shirt~” he added at the end of that.



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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen

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Annelise stirred, grumbling unhappily as she was stolen from her nap, rubbing her eyes as she sat up and heard Alarick's voice growing closer to her. "The nerds haven’t quite gotten up yet from their all-night ‘LAND’ parties.”

"It's 'LAN' parties.." She whispered hoarsely, her voice growing back to normal as she cleared her throat. "It stands for Local Are Network.." She explained as she stood shakily, smiling as she looked up at Alarick.

“I’ll let you laugh at my shirt~” She heard him coo softly, glaring in confusion before looking down as he pulled his jacket off, revealing the too deep v and the pretty jems along his chest.

"Pretty~!" The young girl teased, bursting into fits of laughter, stumbling slightly before she caught her breath and smiled. "But, yes.." She murmured, her laughter still dying, "Let's go somewhere."

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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen

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“That’s what I said- right? ‘LAND’? Look- you have to be gentle with me- because this is almost another language, and I’m bilingual.” Alarick almost had to be in his household, because insults were thrown in different languages almost as rapidly as- well- the vases his mother pitched at his father. Renault had been well versed in Spanish which was in its’ roots quite similar to Italian; and if Alarick needed to learn anything to survive in the Morgenstern household it was what ’ti ammazzo’ meant.

Yet they didn’t break down the finer details of what nerdism a ‘LAND’ was and how it even functioned in the day to day of a social recluse, but instead just plowed further. Alarick grinned wildly as he proffered the shirt to her in all its’ glory: ‘Princess’ scribed in glittering rhinestones across his chest and a nice strip of skin around his midriff where it didn’t quite manage to reach his pants. “Don’t laugh,” he teased. “I’m a Princess, dammit, and you best not forget it.” He smiled along with her and inevitably zipped his jacket back up.
With that he opened the door first and politely waved her on through. “So what place do you want to stake out today? I mean- breakfast- yes- breakfast. Truth be told I’m happy with anything involving bacon.” With that he pulled out his cellphone from his pants- something he had made sure was still buried inside the pockets along with his wallet. “Hm- wait no- Sebastian probably has work or I would invite him as well.” A pause, “I would say we could invite Nika, but I’m sure all she eats for breakfast is cigarettes and the souls of young nubile men.”




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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen

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Annelise smiled up at him, "The prettiest Princess~" She taunted, pausing as she flipped the sign on the door to closed, not bothering to set up a "lunch break" sign so she could come back to swarms of geeks. Once she finished locking up she rushed back over to Alarick's side, grinning up at him as she tried to think of a place to eat. “Hm- wait no- Sebastian probably has work or I would invite him as well.” She bit her lip nervously as she thought of him coming with, even though it overjoyed her.

She kicked a stone as they walked along the path, cringing at his suggestion of Nika. "Up to you.." Annelise grumbled reluctantly, ignoring his joke and stuffing her hands into the pockets of her cheap vinyl jacket, that stupid people somehow managed to believe was real leather. "I don't like her.." She sighed, watching the path as she tried not to get upset at the thought of Nika around.

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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen

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“I don’t either- I mean not as a person- as an object of sexual desire I’m more or less persuaded.” It was then Alarick glanced down to Annelise. “But you didn’t hear that. The prettiest princess doesn’t objectify women.” He paused. “Alright I do, but don’t tell the women that.” Those brows waggled in her direction.

“Let’s head to that small diner on main street- yes? I more or less have a feeling about that place- well not that place entirely- but you know. It does get a lot of activity for not being a chain.” It was then he shrugged. “But who knows- it may just be because it is good. If they can make eggs over easy- actually over easy I’ll give them my money.” With that Alarick peeled forward. It wasn’t too far down the road really, and probably was the most convenient choice out of anything else he could make. More so his curiosity was piqued and he wanted to offer Sebastian some sort of report lest he no longer be the man’s deputy. He was very much so competitive in that regard. Being a part of the hunters had given him some sort of foundation in this wild wild world, and he wanted to do his best in serving them properly. Of course if that meant doing the unthinkable- he would do it. The Grey Lady had been collecting dust- not literally never literally- recently and was feeling like it needed to taste blood soon.

As they reached the diner- he looked up at the unassuming building with a bit of trepidation. Yet he opened the door for Annelise being the proper gentleman. “You first milady.”


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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen

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Annelise giggled, "I won't. Promise." She purred, hooking her pinky finger with his as she winked. Stuffing her hand back in her pocket, she listened to him suggest a place to eat. "It does get a lot of activity for not being a chain.” He mused. She always found that strange, especially since it was always the same exact people. Annelise yelped as he strode ahead, running for a few seconds to catch up as she continued to lazily kick the stone rolling in front of her. She sighed, her mind wandering to thoughts of Sebastian once again. At this point it was impossible to try and fight it, nothing would change unless she told him how she felt, but if she were to do that she might as well jump off a bridge. Sebastian wasn't interested in romance, to her knowledge at least, and he definitely wouldn't be with someone 12 years younger than him.

“You first milady.” Annelise looked up in surprise at the sound of Alarick's voice, quickly blinking away the tears that had started to form as she smiled and hurried into the diner.

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan

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As a new day dawned, Jo was just rising from her lush bed. She was almost sad to have to get up for work. She had been having the most wondrous dream about running. To some, the dream would seem insignificant, but to Jo, this dream meant good things. She had the dream before on more than one occasion and good days often came afterwards. With a smile at the thought of what a great day it would be, she climbed out of bed. She entered the bathroom adjacent to her room and went through the while bathroom routine. She brushed her teeth and brushed her hair, fixing it into a messy bun atop her head. She applied a little bit of makeup, just enough to bring out her natural beauty. She went to her closet and chose her outfit for the day. It was simple and suited her tastes. After pulling the boots on, she grabbed her purse from the kitchen table and left her house, locking the door behind her.

It was turning out to be a beautiful day with the sun just beginning it's journey across the blue sky. She stretched her limbs, reveling in the sunshine. Her stomach made an inopportune moment to rear it's head and gave a loud growl. Looking at her watch, she decided she could spare some time to stop for a quick bite at Axel's diner. While she preferred the Ragin' Cajun, it just didn't make as good a breakfast as Axel's little diner could. She could almost taste the waffles. She climbed into the driver's side of her ancient Jeep Grand Cherokee and eased out of the little driveway.

It didn't take her very long to get to Axel's diner as it wasn't very far from her own house. She pulled into one of the parking spaces and parked. She exited her vehicle and went into the diner, slipping in as her work colleague, Alarick held the door open for a young woman who had just entered. She gave him a smirk and said "Why thank you kind sir." He was handsome enough, but word was he was a Hunter and she wouldn't be stupid enough to fool around with him...yet.

As she entered, her eyes found many members of her pack as well as many other normal patrons. She gave a nod in Sam and Caroline's direction. She was no fool and knew they carried on a secret relationship. In retrospect, she should be envious or jealous considering he was her mate, but she didn't have any feelings for him and he had none for her. They were friendly at best. She could see Sara sitting in a booth and gave her a wave. She was sorry about what happened to her family and could understand her need for solitude. She saw Lassiter sitting at the counter and decided to join him. "So, Lass, how're things?" she said, striking up a conversation with him while waiting for Sam to take her order.

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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Nika Boronina Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding

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Seb followed Nika's gaze toward the sun as it slowly pushed above the horizon. His green eyes squinted slightly and he was forced to put an arm up and shield his hues from the rising ball of gas in the sky. As if on cue, a few cars stopped in front of the police station on the street. From them emerged a few uniformed men and then some other unknown people, probably some vacationers or citizens...they were all the same to him. The only ones he cared to remember in this town were the werewolves, vampires, and his own Hunters.

His gaze returned to Nika's as she turned back to face him, pursuing her lips and...purring? Well, he'd certainly experienced weirder phenomena before. When you'd seen men turn to wolves before your eyes, a few semi-unnatural sounds of pleasure just didn't have the same surprising factor. He could feel her eyes scanning his sharp facial features and looked her straight in the eye, his gaze unwavering.

"Wouldn't dream of it angel cake. Does that mean you are coming over to my place tonight?" she cooed, arching a thin eyebrow in a suggestive manner whilst pressing one shoulder against the brick of the police station. He sighed quietly, wishing she would just drop the matter all together. Her sexual advances made him a bit...uncomfortable in a way that worried him slightly. He'd never felt this uncomfortable before and he detested it. It's for the gun...it's for the gun, he thought, attempting to convince him the pros were outweighing the cons. Of course, he would have to give some to gain some. He crouched down to pick up his coffee cup and stood up again, brushing the bottom off with a sweep of his hand.

"Yeah, I guess it does," he replied, his voice void of emotion. "...I won't be able to stay for long though. I've got other...things to do." Hoping she wouldn't be able to detect the lies, he cleared his throat quickly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to attend to." With a final glance at her, Sebastian turned and walked to the door, which he pulled out quickly before slipping inside. Despite the hour, the station was already teeming with other people, either waiting in chairs or talking with others. Bellingstone's police headquarters was small with a front room, four temporary holding cells, and a few legal buildings attached on. There were a few interrogation rooms here and there but Bellingstone didn't even have its own coroner or any sort of analyst, really. The crime rate was low enough that there was no real need for though occupations. In fact, the police squad consisted of only four others: two middle aged men, a cocky younger male, and one female. It was one of the middle aged men whom Sebastian first addressed.

"How are things going...?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the amount of people inside of the front room. The man, a bit out of shape yet still ruddy faced and young in appearance, looked up and smiled quickly at Seb who didn't return the smile.

"They're going good...the others have things covered." His reply was quick as he looked about the room again. "You're heading out to watch the highway, right?" Sebastian cursed mentally and then feigned a smile. He'd hoped the man would forget about the highway duty for one Sunday. Even as the appointed sheriff, Seb couldn't stand patrolling the highway each and every week.

"Yeah, I'm heading out there now," he replied, turning to leave and get back into his truck. Slamming the door behind him, he settled into the faux leather seating and pulled the seat belt across his torso. He needed to kill some time...what would work? Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, he thought for a few moments. Suddenly, he grabbed his old phone- which was quite dated as compared to most phones- and typed up a quick text to his deputy, Alarick. "Gotta kill some time. Where are you?" With that typed, he sent the message and leaned back against his seat to wait for a response.

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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding

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Alarick’s expression changed immediately as he noticed Annelise wicking away tears that were welling at the corner of her eyes. It was odd to see her somewhat melancholy so suddenly. Yet he had to remind himself that she was young, and apparently had numerous emotions rolling through like a sea during the storm.
Unfortunately his mind was pulled away from his pensive thoughts as another woman sauntered through with a vulpine grace. Oh Alarick gave her a look and an inevitable smile. “Anything for a beautiful lady as yourself,” those words purred from his lips- that Italian accent rumbling somewhat seductively. Yes he used his heritage like some romance-novel styled weapon, but it seemed to get results and that was all that mattered. As she sauntered on by and took a seat next to a man at the counter he found himself a bit bemused. The fellow in the EMT outfit was Lassiter Declan. The only reason he knew that was because he sometimes frequented the ER when he needed a bit of extra money. Actually he never needed the extra money, but it helped when one was on the lookout for fang or claw marks. Then there was the gorgeous blonde next to him- she owned a bar- Alarick knew that because he found himself not only finding her curves alluring but her cocktails equally so.

“Want a booth Annelise?” He questioned but didn’t wait for a response as he took one nearest the door and flopped down in the seat. The leather squealed underneath him, and inevitably settled in the way that cheap booths do. “Oh look- French toast- you like that right?” Annelise was different than the majority of women that Alarick had anything to do with, because honestly he didn’t want to sleep with her. She was sweet, naïve, and a shining beacon of how they should be. So instead of speaking to her in sultry tones with overwhelming charm- he treated her like he would his kid sister. “Look is everything alright-?” Alarick questioned and then immediately felt his butt vibrate. He glanced down and began feeling about his pants for his phone. He fished the fancy smartphone from the depths of his blue jeans and checked his messages. “Oh hey- Sebastian.” He mused.

‘At that main street diner with Annelise. Come kill time with us. I haven’t seen your pretty face in a while. ;) That and I think I’m onto something.’ He texted back. Not one for paraphrasing words. Yes it made his texting times draw out into long narratives about his day or feelings, but at least there was no question about what he meant. “Looks like we might get company.”


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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen

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Annelise ignored the girl behind her fawning over Alarick, almost every woman did so she learned to block it out when she was with him. As he walked past her and asked she smiled with a nod, following close behind him like a puppy to it's master. She grinned and crawled into the seat across from him, cringing at the sound the booth made as she settled and cross her legs like a kindergartner.

"French toast- you like that right?” He asked, getting a happy nod in response before Annelise groaned at his second question. She always hated it, because she was never "ok." It didn't matter what, because she was always upset even a little, she could be having the best day ever and her lack of a father and best friend would always haunt her. "I'm fine.." She grumbled, opening her mouth to ramble on more about "Why would you even ask?" before she was cut off by Alarick pulling his phone out. Thankfully he did, or else she would have gotten herself into a worse situation if she kept talking.

Annelise smiled at the sound of Sebastian's name, watching Alarick reply as she peeked over her menu shyly and grinned hopefully at the news. "Company?" She squeaked, blushing as she heard how high pitched her voice was.

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Axel Jaeger Wolff Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce

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Sara was tense, Sam could tell. Her body was rigid, and she sat in the booth as if she was extremely uncomfortable. And of course there was the fact that she grabbed a knife as if she was going to stab him when he walked over to take her order. He decided to let that slide, however. He, as well as the rest of the pack, knew her past. He had hoped she would eventually come around to them all once more, since his pack was practically his family, and it was that way for most members. They could help her get through everything, yet she just shunned them all. So he left it alone, and hoped one day she'd change her mind and return to the pack.

"Just... A chicken fried steak. To go." He nodded to her, and leaned one hand on the table. "I'll get that going for you right away." He took the menu from her, and stood up straight. "You should think about staying, though. I know Caroline would really like to talk to you. You should go say hi." The bell rang once more, and he looked over to see none other than his 'mate' walk through the door. She was closely followed by two patrons he didn't really know, but had seen around town a few times. He thought the girl worked at a comic book shop somewhere close to the diner. He looked back to Sara after having been distracted. "Just think about it while I go take orders and get your food ready." With one last smile, he turned and walked away.

He made a quick trip back to the counter, where Josephine had decided to sit next to Lassiter and Caroline. He slid the menu to her, and flipped a coffee cup, filling it with the black liquid. He placed the cup in front of her. "Morning Jo. Don't think you need the menu, but you get one anyway." It was strange to think that this woman was supposed to be his mate. They were supposed to have kids and make sure the future of the pack was in good hands. And yet she didn't have feelings for him, nor he for her. He'd always told Axel that no matter what, he would do his duty. Yet as he thought about it, he wasn't really sure if he could. He may be a guy, but he still wanted love. He already dreamed of marrying and having kids with Caroline, but he had no such feelings or desires for Jo. For a moment, he wondered if the structure of the pack was somewhat outdated... or just plain wrong. Ranks in the pack don't equal love, Sam knew that for sure. Perhaps it was time for a change.

"I'll be right back, I've got to get an order started. Think about what you want," he told Jo, and then left the counter to head for the kitchen, and quickly prepared Sara's chicken fried steak. As he was cooking, he took the liberty to peer out the window, since he had a perfect view of Caroline at the counter. She was deep in conversation, so she didn't notice his gaze, but he didn't mind. Just looking at her, his heart began to race. The feeling made him smile, because it was something he hadn't felt in a long time. The two of them were both extremely happy, probably to the point that it would make others sick. That told him it was true happiness. After it was sizzling and smelling delicious, he left the kitchen once more, knowing it would be a few minutes before he had to tend to the food.

Sam's intention was going to be to wait on the newcomers in the booth, the young girl with the air of innocence, and the male with no innocence about him at all. However, he decided to stop and take Jo's order, since he figured she already knew what she wanted. The pack were all frequent diner patrons, and all knew the menu almost by heart. He leaned on the counter across from her, grabbing a note pad from under the counter so he could write her order down. He didn't exactly have the greatest memory, and knew he'd catch hell if anything was messed up.

"What can I get you for breakfast, Jo?" he asked, pen ready to write. Before she could answer, he was shoved rather forcefully from behind. It could only mean one thing. Axel had finally arrived. "Mornin', Sammy," the Alpha said as he walked past, turning back to give him a wide, toothy grin. His hair was unruly at best, and his clothes looked oddly familiar from the night before. He decided to not acknowledge the nickname, since Sammy seemed like a name for a 9-year old boy. "You look like shit!" he called to his friend and leader, a grin on his face as well. He turned back to Jo. "Your order?"

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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding

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The generic ringing of Sebastian's phone sounded and he glanced quickly down at the little flip phone that he held in his lap. In a fluid motion, he flipped the small device open and then opened up Alarick's text message. His eyes scanned the words quickly and then he rolled them at the winking face at the end. Alarick never did seem to take anything seriously, even though he was deputy of the Bellingstone Hunters. Regardless, and even though Seb wouldn't admit it, maybe it was this humor that kept Sebastian sane. But, no one would ever really be able to be sure because Seb wasn't the kind of man to admit a weakness. Admitting you needed another soul to keep you sane surely had to be a weakness, no?

‘At that main street diner with Annelise. Come kill time with us. I haven’t seen your pretty face in a while. ;) That and I think I’m onto something.’ Seb smiled slightly, the corners of his thin lips turning upward ever so slightly. Yes, he had had some suspicions about the diner. Well, actually, they weren't related to the diner. Instead, they had been focused on the man who owned the diner; his name was Axel and he'd lived here since childhood. Granted, this wouldn't seem odd but what was odd was that the man had a reputation of disappearing every full moon and returning the next morning disheveled and exhausted. Sebastian had kept track and he was certain- well, almost certain- that the man had to be a werewolf. The fact that Alarick was "on to something" simply piqued his interest even further.

Sebastian turned his key in the ignition of the truck and it roared to life. Pushing his foot against the gas pedal, the truck started forward down the street and toward the main road on which the diner was located. Parallel parking the large truck before the diner, Seb nearly slammed his fist against the wheel. He'd never been good at doing this and he shouldn't even have to parallel park. He lived in a small town, for Christ's sake. Just as he nearly slammed the bumper of his car into the front of another car, he stomped on the brakes and forced the truck to stop where it was. The keys were pulled from the ignition and shoved into Seb's pocket as he flung the door open and stepped out beside his truck.

Seb passed by the front of his truck and started toward the front door which, as opened, signaled a small, tinkling bell. The sound caused his to roll his light blue eyes quickly. Honestly, what was the point in such a thing? If you couldn't hear the door opening, why would you be able to hear a bell ringing? With his hands shoved into his pockets, Sebastian looked around the diner for Alarick. His ego seemed to radiate off of him by the way he held himself upright and pushed his hair back slightly and it would certainly earn him quite a few glares or odd looks but, hell, he could care less. Eventually, he noticed Alarick sitting at a booth and, across from him, Annelise. Both seemed to be in conversation so he stayed silent as he walked up from behind and stood in front of the table.

"Morning, Alarick," he greeted, nodding at the man. He turned to Annelise and also nodded at her. "Morning, Annelise." Deciding he really didn't need to press himself up against Alarick on his side of the booth, Sebastian sat down on Annelise's side and tapped his fingers lightly against the table before looking back to Alarick. "Well, now you've got a nice view of my pretty face," he commented, smiling subtly at his own joke. "And the winky face was a nice touch..." He smile fell and he cleared his throat quickly before speaking again. "So...you're on to something?" Without even thinking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, he slipped it between his lips and started to take a drag, disregarding the laws against smoking in restaurants in Pennsylvania. It was as if, in his mind, being part of the police force meant all laws didn't apply to him.

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Alarick’s brow rose at Annelise’s obvious giddiness at the idea of ‘company’. “Yes- it seems like our favorite person is going to join us for breakfast. Maybe you’ll stop looking so gloomy?” He probed once again. Sebastian was everyone’s knight in shining armor- or at least in regards to The Hunt business he was. Oh Alarick treated the man as if he was his brother, and honestly it was only blood that separated them in that regard. Yet he noticed how everyone’s eyes lit up when he was about and maybe that was because he had given them hope in such a dark time.

He had just turned fifteen when it had happened- when his entire world had crashed all around him in a fiery blaze. Alarick remembered sitting at the police station with blood soaking his arms and legs- his father’s blood- and listening to the cops talk in hushed voices about how the entire scene was ‘fucked up’. His father was in pieces on the floor, his mother’s head was a box (her body was never found), and Alarick covered in gashes. He could still remember the feeling of the creature’s tongue along those long and bloodied welts, and it haunted him to this day.

In the end Alarick had come into the service of Sebastian several years later as he had been handed off from family member to family member until he turned eighteen. He had been given the option- finally- to rectify the wrong that had been made upon him so many years ago. Only a few things in this world made him happy again- truly happy not the humoring façade- and that was enacting justice upon those ‘creatures’ of the world.
Speaking of which he glanced up and looked around the diner in an attempt to get the waiter’s eye- and found a nice little cluster of folks at the counter. Those eyes narrowed and he tried to take into account all of those conglomerating around.

About that time his vision was crowded by the figure of Sebastian- and Alarick offered a rather polite grin as the other man scooted in next to Annelise. “Morning.”
“Of course- you do brighten my day, Sunshine.” He returned in kind. Yet his attention was drawn away as Sebastian pulled out his cigarette and began lighting it. The man’s eyes pressed against the counter and he offered a rather playful sigh. “See the brunette up there- the one besides the EMT- happen to know who she is? I’m considering asking her out.” He paused, “I wonder if all her friends would mind.” It was then he pushed a rather knowing glance towards Sebastian.

Alarick didn’t want to blatantly state: ‘there are a lot of people over there- I’m thinking pack mentaility- and you know what that means: werewolves.’


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Annelise growled at Alarick's comment about looking gloomy, "This is just my face.." She murmured unhappily, fearing people, well Alarick since she didn't speak to anyone else much, would figure out her secret love. She never bothered to call it a crush, because it wasn't. She had crushes before and they went away after a week or two, but this feeling never left after years and it wouldn't any time soon, she just hoped if Sebastian ever found it wouldn't be rejection. Annelise didn't know if she could handle that along with the death of her father..

She tapped her foot anxiously, ignoring the annoying squeaks of the seat as she chewed her lip and sighed. When she laid her forehead down on her folded up arms Annelise almost fell asleep, gasping slightly as she heard Sebastian's soothing voice beside her. "Morning, Alarick. Morning, Annelise." Her body jolted up, sitting straight as she smiled at her leader and successfully hiding her blush. "Morning.." She replied, almost a whisper as she moved over to make room for him. For a few moments she watched Sebastian as he talked with Alarick, before giving up and laying her head back down. At the sound of Alarick inquiring about the girl she scoffed, "Pfft, liar.. You wanted to tell him something else too.." She yawned, lifting her head again as she looked at the two with a smirk.

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Axel Jaeger Wolff Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding

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Jo smiled up at Sam as he poured her the usual cup of coffee and slid her a menu. He knew that she didn't really need a menu, she had a habit of getting the same exact thing every day. As she began to tell him what she wanted, he broke in before she could even utter a syllable. "I'll be right back, I've got to get an order started. Think about what you want," an with that, he hurried off to the kitchen to make Sara's order. She waited patiently listening to the conversations going on around her, not really partaking in one. She peered around and can just make out Sam in the kitchen. His gaze wasn't on his work, but on Caroline and she felt a ping of jealousy. Not for his intense love for her persay but the love in general. She wished that she could find someone to love as much as he loved Caroline. Most of her pack believed that she wouldn't date a werewolf, but she wasn't totally against the idea. It just so happened that many of the pack were rigid and wouldn't stray from the rules, with obvious exceptions of course.

Turning her gaze back to her coffee, she sighed and stirred it in a bored fashion, adding a bit of sugar. After a few minutes, Sam came back out ready to take her order. Before she could say what she wanted, Axel came up behind Sam and shoved him. "Good morning, Axel. You know you've got really horrible service here." she said winking and turning back to Sam. "I would love some blueberry waffles please." She said, grinning as she slid the menu back to him.

As Sam went to get her order ready as well as others, she turned around in her barstool. It was then that Lassiter took that time to answer. She turned back around so she could listen to him properly. "Good morning Jo- glad to see you can grace a lowly fellow like myself with your radiant being. Oh however shall be able to honor your properly." Of course she assumed his response would be sarcastic. It always was. "Maybe I shall relish you with an entertaining story about how I was accosted by a lady off of her meds- and she damaged my beautiful face with a porcelain figurine." She laughed as she noticed his bandage sticking prominently on his forehead. "I know what you are thinking: no not his pretty face. But worry not- it shall be fine with some ace bandages and Neosporin." "A shame, it would have mad quite a pretty scar." She responded. “So how was your morning- hopefully less eventful?” He said after taking a sip of coffee. "Mine was not nearly as entertaining as yours. If only I too could have such an exciting job as yours. Alas, I am but a librarian. That is the most boring of boring jobs." She said, turning back around to watch the other patrons.

Axel and Sam flitted here and there, taking orders and making them. That however wasn't the most interesting people that day. Her gaze rested on the trio in a booth. They didn't quite seem to fit together with the young girl and the man she knew was a player. And then there was the bigger man who had just lit up a cigarette. He was the Bellingstone sheriff. Why he was sitting with the other two was anybodies guess. She glanced back to Caroline, Sara, and Lassiter and then to Axel she gave a small nod, nearly imperceptible to the human eye signaling that she wanted to speak with him privately.

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Seb shot Alarick an obviously feigned smile before blowing a stream of smoke off to the side. "My day just isn't the same without seeing your ugly mug, sweetheart," he shot back. Sebastian leaned back against the booth and picked up a menu to glance over it. It was then, it seemed, that he realized he had not eaten since yesterday afternoon. By now, the hunger pangs in his stomach were bugging him and the smell of food from the kitchen didn't make anything better. As Alarick opened his mouth again to speak, Seb leaned forward and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.

"See the brunette up there- the one besides the EMT- happen to know who she is? I’m considering asking her out. I wonder if all her friends would mind." Sebastian's face basically lit up like a child's on Christmas. Both he and Alarick had the same suspicions...so, there must be something going on at least. It couldn't be a coincidence, right? Regardless, a third opinion couldn't really hurt, right? Seb leaned back again and closed the menu, having decided upon what he wanted.

"You don't stand a chance, buddy," he said, still grinning. "They'd rip you to shreds." He hoped this subliminal message of his would reach Alarick the same way the latter's message had reached him. They'd both seen the sights of werewolf attacks. Although they weren't very common on humans, they were on animals and they certainly weren't a sight for the weak of stomach. As Annelise spoke again, Seb raised an eyebrow and looked back at Alarick. "Is there something else?" Before Alarick could answer, a figure approached the booth and Sebastian fell silent, the cigarette still between his lips.




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Axel rolled his eyes dramatically as he kept walking, still watching Sam. "Gee, thanks," he replied, laughing quickly. "Glad to see you too, Sammy. You're just a bundle of joy as always today, aren't you?" His voice was filled with a fake, teasing sarcasm that the alpha was quite guilty of using on many occasions, even those that should have been serious. Jo also greeted him and so he looked at her too, smirking.

"Mornin' Jo." he replied, stopping and leaning against an empty table a few yards away from her. At her jest about the service, he shrugged and pointed toward Sam. "Well, it's certainly not me that's the problem." If Sam were to look back at Axel, he'd see a quick, cheeky grin before the alpha turned to look around the place. A quick glance around the diner showed him that there was one table that appeared to have been completely untouched by Sam yet. However, he still hurried off to a few more tables first where some roadtrippers had settled down. With a handful of orders in his hands, he hurried back tot he counter and placed them down, looking to fill them when he had finished the orders. While walking towards the counter, though, Jo quickly nodded to him. He understood the signal but held up an index finger and replied in broken, poor Spanish: "Uno momento, por favor."

With the other tables taken care of, he walked over and planted himself at the head of the booth he'd viewed at first, flashing a quick smile at the lot. They were an odd little group that consisted of a young girl, a man who seemed too cocky for his own good, and non-other-than Bellingstone's sheriff. Axel nearly greeted the man courteously...until he saw the cigarette between his lips.

"Sorry, sir," he began, gesturing to the cigarette. "No smoking in the diner." The sheriff raised his brow high as if surprised by this. Of course, he couldn't be though, considering he was the sheriff.

"Really? That's unfortunate," he replied in a tone both monotonous and a bit annoyed. The man pulled his cigarette out from between his lips and tossed it on to the tile floor, crushing it beneath his boot. Axel clenched his jaw slightly, fighting back every urge to roll his eyes.

"What can I get for you all?" he asked forcefully, fighting to keep his tone even and genuine. The sheriff looked down at the menu front as if that might tell him what he wanted before looking Axel in the eye.

"Ham and cheese omelette," he replied, handing the menu to Axel. He paused for a moment and then smirked slightly. "That brunette up there is quite attractive...mind telling me her name?" An urge to yell at the man for being disrespectful and then asking about Jo came over Axel and he dug his fingers into the menu to keep himself from doing so.

"No can do, Sheriff," he said tersely. "We don't just give out the names of others here..." The sheriff nodded and turned back to face the other man at the table, grinning subtly. "So, uh, what can I get the rest of you?"

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Annelise cringed at the tension in the air, rigid as she sat squished between Sebastian and the window. She didn't like the behavior between the two, she didn't need one of the few people she had left to be murdered by some stupid wolf, it happened before already. In fact, she didn't like being in the diner at all, the only reason she wasn't having a panic attack was because of Sebastian and Alarick. Looking up, she handed her menu to Axel. "French toast." She muttered, monotonous as she retracted her hand quickly and went back to her hunched over position. She sighed and chewed her fingernails anxiously, tapping her feet to the beat of a song in her head.

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Derek Hale Character Portrait: Isabella Gabrielle Clarke Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding

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"I know you do sweetie,but you know I am here for you if you need anything...we all are." Sara swallowed hard and nodded, "Th-thank you." she croaked quietly, giving Caroline a weak smile. Hearing the door to the diner open, and a whiff of a slightly familiar scent, Sara stiffened, though it wasn't noticeable. She watched at two men and a young woman walked past her and Caroline. She was about to pass them off as just another group of humans, when she was finally able to place the scent. Her eyes widened just the slightest, before she looked towards the kitchen, biting her lip, "I-I'm going to be late for work.." she muttered quietly, handing Caroline some money, "Tell Sam I had to go." she murmured, standing up, she shoved her hand sin her pockets and walked out brusquely, down the sidewalk, and rounded a corner, into an alley, her body being wracked with slight convulsions and choking sobs, much like how a person would react to seeing their attacker, Sara realized that the man she had seen in the Diner, Sebastian she could've sworn she had heard his name was. That man was the one who did this to her. Who ruined everything for her and her family. She hugged her chest tightly, seeing him, in a place so close to both her and her pack, and never made her feel more violated and horrified since the day she was originally attacked.

She quickly made her way down the sidewalk, trying to clear her mind, she blinked, smelling a Vampire close by, intermingled with the scent of werewolf. Her eyebrows knitted together, as she was confused, before she got within earshot.

"Oh yeah, I use them all the time when trying to pick up vampire girls. You blood suckers really go for the buff wolves." she heard the man say, causing her eyebrow to perk up in confusion from coming in halfway through the conversation.

"All I see in front of me is a buff man, You are making it pretty damn hard, though. My name is Gabby" she heard the blood sucker say, as she tried in vein to flirt. Something in Sara seemed to snap at seeing that. Regardless of it being a Vampire, she was a woman first, and seeing her act as such to anything that moves, not even within the same species made bile rise in her throat. If there was one thing Sara hated, it was women who had no respect of sense of boundaries. She approached the pair, narrowing her eyes. God damn did she feel like she needed to blow off some steam right about now.

"Oi. Blood Sucker, the man doesn't seem to want to be bothered by him. Why don't you stick to your own species, and keep your damn legs shut." she hissed, some of her previously lost spunk returning, "God damn. You lot will fuck anything that moves, doesn't even need to have a pulse. It's disgusting." she said, her voice absolutely dripping with disdain, "Why don't you go out, and get yourself a set of morals? Or are you too good for those?" she said, her eyes hard and cold. Today was just not a good day, and she was just not in the mood to beat around the bush.

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Axel Jaeger Wolff Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Derek Hale Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding

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Caroline watched as Sara's demeanour went from slightly forth-coming to one of utter fear, her eyes wide, the brunette looked as if she was a deer caught in headlight as she stared off to a space behind Caroline. Turning her head slightly, Caro followed Sara's line of vision and her blue hues quickly fell upon the booth, filled with the girl who worked in the comic book store, someone she vaguely recognised from around town and the bar and finally none other than one of Bellingstone's officers; turning back to Sara, she stared at her friend with a confused expression "sweetie what's-" she began only to be swiftly cut off "I-I'm going to be late for work...tell Sam I had to go."

Rising swiftly from her chair "Wait...Sara" she called after her friend who practically ran out of the diner, something had spooked her, that much was certain and if her suspicions were correct it had something to do with the inhabitants of the booth in the corner. Frowning she dropped back onto her stool, running a frustrated hand through her hair, she had been so close to a breakthrough with Sara and now it was gone again, groaning in frustration, she shook her blonde head, tempted to throw her hands up in the in defeat, but she concluded that would be a little bit over-dramatic. God knows when Sara would muster the courage to come back to the diner.

[b]"Where'd she go?"
came Sam's gruff voice, to which she simply shrugged "I don't know" Caroline sounded exasperated, she had come so close to gaining her friend back and just like that she was gone again, retreating back into her own abyss. Caro sighed heavily, her discontent about the situation being made publicly known. "Something scared her" she mumbled her gaze still fixed to the door.

Turning back to her friends...and secret boyfriend, Caroline offered them a small smile before standing up, grabbing her bag; digging around she pulled out her purse and put a few dollars down on the counter, enough to cover her breakfast and Sara's unused steak. "I gotta get going...the bar ain't gonna open itself" she stated quickly, taking the last sip of her coffee "Sam, breakfast was delicious as usual" she smiled, resisting the urge to kiss him goodbye...they couldn't do that in public; however difficult it was, but still they would have to have a conversation about their relationship soon, for Caroline, she was in this for the long run and she doubted they could hide it forever, no matter how hard they tried or rather Sam tried.

Placing her hand on Lassiter's shoulder in a friendly gesture, she remembered his earlier question "oh and Lassie, I shall see you tomorrow" she smiled, in confirmation to his question "see you later Jo" she chirped in to the brunette next to Lassiter. With one last look towards Sam, Caroline smiled secretively, looking forward to the night they would spend together, plans already whirling through the pretty blondes head. On her way out, she tapped Axel on the shoulder in passing, offering him a friendly smile "see you later Ax" she said in passing,placing a quick kiss onto his cheek as she usually did, glancing at the table he was serving, suspicions still rife within her, which one of these people made Sara change so suddenly? Offering the table a quick smile before exiting with her suspicions, as she walked through the door she passed a dark haired man on his way in "morning" she greeted in passing.

Once back out in the glorious sunshine, Caroline quickly pulled out her cell and typed a quick message to Sam, which simply read, 'Love you baby.' before shoving it back into her back as she made the short walk to her bar. She crossed the street and towards the building with 'Caro's' scrawled upon the sign. Pulling the keys from her bag, she quickly opened the door and walked inside, immediately flipping the light switch, dumping her bag in her small office, she then moved through to the main room, turning on the TV that was usually reserved for sports, onto the music channel, so she could have a little entertainment whilst she worked.

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Alarick smirked wildly at Annelise’s comment. “Ah yes.” With that he brought his digits to the zipper on his jacket and slowly slid it down to reveal the pale grey shirt with the glittery emblazoned ‘Princess’ underneath a low sweeping neck. One could get an eyeful of his well sculpted chest but honestly he lost any sort of allure with the sparkling words underneath them. “I do believe she means to say that I am a damn Princess.” He paused for a moment as he zipped his jacket back up- seeming almost distraught at Sebastian’s next words, “and really-? You think-? I am a lot tougher than I look but they do look like they have a nasty set of fangs on them.” He offered his bright smile with his flat canines and glittering eyes. He couldn’t say the same of the man that approached them though, and Alarick let his smile fade into a look of just the usual morning pleasantries.

“Sebastian be nice,” Alarick chastised somewhat playfully before he turned to the waiter. “You will have to excuse the Sheriff he is not a morning person- or a day person, or a night person for that matter.” While it seemed as if Alarick was undermining his superior- all he was doing was attempting to drum up pleasant conversation in an attempt to soften up an edge in Sebastian’s mannerisms. While he was assured that the sheriff could get in the diner at any time just by flashing a knowing smile and a badge- Alarick wished to return un-harassed.
Yet their waiter’s lack of response in regards to the female at the counter near about made the half-Italian grin in his most Cheshire manner. Those words practically screamed: ‘I werewolf all the werewolf with the other werewolves in the werewolf werewolf.’ Yet Alarick just shrugged. Apparently he would have to do this the hard way, and to be honest- sometimes the hard way was the most fun. Either way he offered his eyes back to the menu for a moment before speaking. “I would like an egg over easy with a side of bacon. You only live once might as well enjoy the wonderful gift called: cho-les-ter-ol. Molto delizios. And some cranberry juice if you have it- if not water works fine.”

Alarick’s eyes inevitably flicked over to notice the steady stream of patrons entering the establishment and found his lips pursing a bit as a notable face crossed the threshold. Yet he said nothing, and instead just closed his menu and set it rather flatly against the table.


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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Axel Jaeger Wolff Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Derek Hale Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding

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Axel glanced at Annelise as she spoke, her voice sounding forced and a bit uneasy as she handed him the menu. He nodded, acknowledging her order, and wedged the menus of Sebastian and Annelise under his left armpit while he scribbled on to his notepad with his right hand, recording what she had asked for. The alpha male then turned his gaze to Alarick, pen pressed against the paper he held with one eyebrow cocked as if silently urging him to speak. He didn't have all day, of course. The sound of the door opening piqued his interest and he swung his head around to view a young male entering. His scent was obviously that of a werewolf but, with great effort, he managed to keep himself composed as his inner wolf seemed to command him to investigate. As he continued watching, he felt a gentle hand against his shoulder. Axel swiveled his head quickly to catch a glimpse of Caro as she shot him a bright, cheerful smile and placed a quick, friendly kiss against his cheek.

"See you later, Ax."

"See you, too, Caro," he replied, nudging his shoulder gently against hers in the friendliest way possible, seeing as he really had no other way to say goodbye.

"Sebastian, be nice," said a voice as the other man at the table pipped up, apparently responding to the other man's comments and actions. He turned to face Axel, then, and gave a quick little apology to which Axel smiled and shrugged a shoulder.

"I've dealt with worse," he said simply, shooting the briefest of glares at Sebastian in a way that seemed nearly childish. The man, Sebastian, on the other hand seemed rigid and expressionless as he looked down at the tabletop and pressed his tongue against his cheek. The second man looked at his menu again and then spoke.

"I would like an egg over easy with a side of bacon. You only live once might as well enjoy the wonderful gift called: cho-les-ter-ol. Molto delizios. And some cranberry juice if you have it- if not water works fine." Axel watched as the man's eyes moved toward the door and then back at the menu, which he placed against the table. Slowly, the alpha reached over to grab the menu and tucked it under his arm with the other two, still smiling slightly while giving a quick laugh at the man's comment.

"Can't argue with that," he joked. In fact, bacon sounded absolutely wonderful at that point, having neglected to grab any sort of breakfast before leaving his home. Maybe he'd have to cook some up for himself. Regardless, he scribbled down the dark haired man's order and started toward the kitchen, dropping off the menus by the door first.

From the kitchen, as he cracked a few eggs over a pan with ease, Axel could see the man from the door slowly taking a seat in a stiff, awkward manner that obviously conveyed uneasiness and worry. There was no doubt in Axel's mind that this man was a werewolf, just as he was. The mannerisms, the uneasiness, everything just added up. A snarl formed on the man's lips as Axel walked out from the kitchen to run by Jo's spot, wondering what on Earth she had meant to tell him. As he approached her seat, he leaned against the surface in front of her and smiled quickly. "What's up?"

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There suddenly seemed to be a thousand pairs of eyes on Sebastian, all boring into him like piercing daggers. He clasped his hands together and clenched them tightly until his knuckles turned almost white. A brief glimpse up showed him that this man, Axel, as the patrons at the diner seemed to call him, was glaring fiercely at him. Seb lowered his gaze again and looked to the tabletop, pressing his tongue against his cheek as the others ordered. It took quite a lot of effort to keep himself from lashing out at the werewolf. Hell, he could have easily taken him down then and there. As if for safety measures, his hand reached down and brushed against his pistol, loaded already with a clip of silver bullets. Finally, Axel picked up the menus and moved away to the kitchen.

Sebastian looked up, then around at the others in the diner, his gaze piercing and analytical. The closeness of the patrons at the diner was almost sickeningly sweet. He'd learned, from a young age, to never put that much trust in another person. The only person you needed to trust was yourself. That was all that mattered. Reluctantly, he moved the hand from his gun and placed it on top of the table with his other hand. As he tapped his ten digits against the surface, he looked up at Alarick and laughed quickly.

"Well, I always knew you were the more feminine of the group," he chided, commenting on the shirt worn beneath Alarick's jacket. In response to the comment he made in the werewolves, Seb glanced around quickly and added in an undertone: "they'd probably rip your throat out." His fingers stopped tapping against the table in agitation for a few moments as he turned to Annelise and looked down at her, hunched over and chewing at her nails. His brow furrowed slightly and then he raised one eyebrow. "Are you alright?" he asked suddenly.

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"Are you alright?" Annelise flinched as she heard Sebastian's voice directed towards her, torn from her frantically wandering mind. She looked up from the nail she was examining, working furiously to try and trim them down with her teeth so they were all even although she knew it would never happen. As she looked up into Sebastian's eyes her position changed in a matter of seconds, straightening her back and placing her feet flat on the floor while the anxious tapping of her feet ceased.

"Uh.. F-Fine." The brunette murmured, her attitude towards Sebastian completely different than when Alarick asked the same. "Just..." Annelise started, her voice trailing off as she looked around the now heavily inhabited diner. "Them." She finished, her voice getting caught in her throat due to the immense fear she was experiencing. Only when she heard her own voice did she realize that her body was trembling, overwhelmed by a mixture of emotions. She relaxed slowly, embarrassed by her own actions as she tore her eyes from Sebastian. "Sorry.." Annelise whispered hoarsely, staring back down at her nails.

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“You’re a good man,” Alarick remarked with a bright smile and a sense of ease. Why would he tense? These people no more knew who he truly was than what was happening on the Pacific Coast at this moment. So why not seem friendly and astute? Truth be told he was aspiring to hopefully befriend at least one of these pack members so he could keep eyes on them better. While it was assured the vampires were more his motif for revenge- it was probably for the best that he be kept away from arm’s length of them. Werewolves were equally as dangerous, and substantially more ‘human’ to deal with. While they didn’t seem to trust anyone easily outside their own pack- they still had to put on a façade of being normal ole humans. Vampires were a bit harder to infiltrate as they seemed to have a bit of an- ah- air of superiority about them. Alarick unfortunately got fed up with that a bit too quickly.

As their waiter sauntered off Alarick glanced between Sebastian and Annelise with mild amusement. “And this is why I love you- mi amore. You always love to push buttons.” It was then he winked at Sebastian, “ah is that a compliment- are you going to ask me out next?” Alarick purred a bit at the other’s mention of him being the most feminine of the group. Yes he always flirted a bit with their leader, but never in seriousness. He was a lady’s man to the end, and it was that confidence in his sexuality that allowed him to tease others. Honestly he had played the part of a homosexual more than once or twice in his life- all for the sake of his duty.
“Hm- I think anything wants to rip my throat out after some time. It is my dashing good looks, and inability to keep my gun in my pants.” He stated- alluding to both a figurative and literal reference.

Alarick offered a soft frown to Annelise as she seemed to quake with jittery apprehension. “Well we are between you and them- so don’t worry about it.” It was then he paused, “but you really shouldn’t be scared. It’ll draw more attention. And we already got enough when Seb here decided to use the floor as his ashtray.”


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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding

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"And this is why I love you- mi amore. You always love to push buttons," Alarick teased lightly, winking quickly. Seb let out a little cross between a scoff and a grunt, rolling his eyes. "Ah- is that a compliment? Are you going to ask me out next?"

"I don't see why I can't smoke in public," he retorted, looking aside before meeting Alarick's gaze. He smiled quickly. Although the smile looked genuine at first, it didn't quite reach his eyes, making it look forced, in that case. The laugh he made at the second part wasn't much of a laugh either, more of a chuff. "Take it anyway you want, Alarick." He raised his brow slightly, grinning a bit further. "Were you hoping I would? Sorry buddy, you're not my type." If there was one human who Seb could actually trust, it would be Alarick. The man was like a close brother almost, even though they never really would admit it in public. He was the only soul Sebastian felt safe letting his guard down around.

"Hm- I think anything wants to rip my throat out after some time. It is my dashing good looks, and inability to keep my gun in my pants." Seb rolled his eyes again, still smirking subtly.

"Mm...I'm about to rip your throat out. It's your wit that keeps you from going six-feet-under." With that, he looked back to Annelise.

Sebastian noticed the sudden shift in position Annelise moved, her posture adjusting quickly as if she were being inspected by a drill sergeant in the army, of something of the sort. His brow furrowed, creasing slightly as he ran a hand through his russet curls, pushing them back along his scalp. He pressed his tongue against the front of his mouth, extending the upper lip slightly as he wondered what on Earth had caused the sudden change. Despite being extremely observant, he could be also be extremely thick-skulled when it came to obvious signs of nervousness or sadness; they were emotions he hadn't experienced as a child. Any sign of these emotions meant the boy was quickly scolded and punished by a position of authority.

"Uh...F-Fine." The girl replied uneasily, her voice just a shaky mumble. "Just..." Again, she trailed off and glanced around, appearing smaller and more frightened each moment. "Them." Seb slowly nodded, a bit understandingly. He could easily remember the times when he was no more older than six and deathly afraid of the same creatures that frightened the seventeen year old Hunter-in-training. He pursed his lips slightly and then clasped his hands together on the table before him, thinking. In fact, he had zoned out so far that he didn't even hear Annelise murmur an apology.

"Well we are between you and them- so don’t worry about it. But you really shouldn’t be scared. It’ll draw more attention. And we already got enough when Seb here decided to use the floor as his ashtray." Alarick responded to Annelise quickly, making a jest about Sebastian, to which the leader gave a quick grunt and mutter.

"...they're a bit unnerving, I agree," he murmured, his deep voice staying low to keep from arousing suspicion. "Look...I have to go on duty soon. Stop by my place after wards and we'll work on target practice, okay? Keep your head on in the mean time." His response wasn't very reassuring, he knew that. Yet, it was the same response any of his relatives would have given him as a boy. Whereas many of Bellingstone's residents may have had normal, loving parents, Sebastian was nothing more than an object to his parents. In reality, he was only alive to keep the Hunters strong and plentiful. He was a disposable tool, more or less. Raised like a soldier, like a cold, hard machine.