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Caterina De Luca

So you're saying that now I'm basically an insecure, neurotic, control freak, on crack?

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a character in “Welcome to Bellingstone”, originally authored by Caged Bird, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Please tell me that is a recipe for witch cookies..."


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Race: Expessionist Witch

Gender:female

Age:18

Nicknames:Cat, Kitty Cat, comandante

Occupation:Has sent in a application for a waitress gig at Axel's diner.







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Height:5'6"

Weight:114

Build:thin

Hair Color:pitch black

Eye Color:blue/aquamarine

Brief Written Description:Caterina stands at 5'6" weighing 114 pounds, so it is very easy to see that even though she is attractive, she is unusually skinny. She has come to idealize the body shapes of celebrities and runway model's as something she should strive to replicate herself. She has dark raven hair that falls about midway down her back and eyes of a blueish tint of cerulean toned toward cyan that she obtained from her ENglish father's side of the family. She keeps a nice dark tan, and with her obsessive view on appearance are you really surprized? However for her, it is more natural than not seeing as her mother is fullblooded Italian.

Clothing Preference:Cat usually wears feminine clothes, dressy blouses and skirts with bright colors and various flowing hairstyles to suit her outfits. She only ever buys expensive make up, applied to give her a natural look.




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Skills:
  • Expression(Dark magic)
  • As a perfectionist she always does her best at any task she is given
  • organizational skills
  • leadership skills
  • gymnastics, as she was a cheerleader in highschool
  • Speaks multipule languages including but not limited to Italian and English


Quirks:
  • She gets extremely irritated when people mispronounce a certain word (e.g Illinois, precedent as president, especially as expecially).
  • When dining out, she always tidies up the table and resets the condiments.
  • Draws random doodles on any piece of paper in front of her and always carries a pen or pencil to facilitate this habit.
  • Can calculate the total of any items put in a shopping cart and tax to within $0.05


Likes:
  • Shopping
  • cheerleading
  • facebook
  • pop music
  • magazines
  • controling things or being in charge
  • order and cleanliness
  • caffine



Dislikes:
  • Disorder and chaos
  • being called neurotic
  • being called dramatic
  • being wrong
  • people who bite their nails
  • talking about her magic
  • junk food




Fears:
  • getting fat or being ugly
  • being unable to control her magic
  • people finding out who she really is

Written description:Caterina is strong, determined, and has a sensitive and loving nature. But despite having a confident exterior, underneath it all, Cat is very insecure to begin. She is an overachiever at times, especially when it comes to her gal pals, as she always feels she in in their shadows, and she is very jealous of them. She considers other women her competition when it comes to life in general.

Caterina De Luca, on the surface at least, appears to be shallow and bratty but this is an elaborate act. She actually has a genius level IQ, is well versed in mathmatics and speaks several languages. She hides her intellect in order to retain her social status.

Worst of all, for her health at least, she has a caffine addiction. Drinking several cups of coffee over the course of the day but not eating anything more than a measely salad. She is grumpy and hateful when she has not had her fix.



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Relationship Status:single

Brief History:Being apart of the Forbes/De Luca family seemed to be a blessing. Born with the metaphorical and literal silver spoon in her mouth, Caterina Forbes was the daughter of British business tycoon Bill Forbes and Italian beauty queen Silvia De Luca. She had an enchanted childhood, never wanting for anything...but like all fairy tales, there had to be a fall.

Everything started falling apart for Caterina around the time she turned 9 years old. Her father, Bill Forbes, announced that he was going to be leaving Italy, as well as his family, for a man named Steven. For months, kids at school whispered behind her back and her mom, Silvia, placed too much weight on Cat's shoulders about upholding the family image. That "If you wanted to cry, you did it behind closed doors. Hide the crazy and look like a lady." She even went as far as to forcibly change Caterina's last name to her maiden name De Luca, so she would never have to hear Forbes again.

Things got better, eventually, but that out-of-control situation turned Caterina into an insecure control freak and overachiever. Not only that, but since then, Cat had refused to get along with her mother, opting to move in with her grandmother on her fathers side who luckily enough had stayed in her winter estate in Sicily.

Grandma Gloria revealed one warm night while they sat on the front porch sipping caffè con panna that Caterina is a descendant of the Cheshire sorcerers, and that Caterina and her grandmother are supposedly witches. Cat just continued to joke about her preternatural powers, thinking her gran was just made crazy by her old age.

Soon after, at a school dance Caterina had of course planned and decorated for, she sat alone at a table and noticed a candle being blown out by the breeze off of someone walking by. Her complusive and OCD like nature had her unable to focus on anything but the candle, until somehow it just lit itself. Then when her classmate, a fellow member or the decorating commitee came to her and complained about the other unlit candles in the room and left to get the matches from her boyfriend, Cat further amazed herself by lighting all of the candles at once with her mind.

Totally freaked out by her power, she came to her Gran, wanting real explainations and a way to make it go away. Cat didn't want the magic. Much to her dismay Grandma Gloria explained that there was no getting rid of magic, and whats worse, she couldn't help her. See Gran worked spirit magic: A form of magic that calls upon the aid of spirits. Since witches are 'the servants of nature' and their purpose is to maintain the balance, they use the power that the spirits provide by calling out for them. However by lighting the candles with no pain, discomfort, or need to call upon spirits, Caterina had shown to be a witch of a different kind, one that uses "expression".

She explained that expression is a source of power that is not monitored by nature, and thus can be used however a witch sees fit. It is a manifestation of a witches will and because they can do anything with it, the almost always causes the user to go bad as power corrupts. In her eyes Expression was worse than black magic. She further explained that many witches don't even call it magic.

Sickened with her gran for not helping her, and telling her she had evil magic in her when she didn't even want magic in the first place, she decided to move out the day after graduation, to get a fresh start, but where to go? She would not return to her mother nor would she hunt down her father in England, that left her with one other option, America. Cat had a cousin, Alarick, whom she vaguely remembered playing with as a child, and she had heard he was living in a small american town called Bellingstone. Feeling resolved about her new beginning she did move out after her graduation...but not before stealing her Grandmothers book of spells or grimoire. By God if Gran wouldn't help her control things, then Cat was resigned to help herself as always.

So begins...

Caterina De Luca's Story

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Caterina had awoken to a cocoon of thick heavy blankets, her motionless body forming an indentation in her memory foam mattress, and her raven tresses spilled out over cotton sheathed pillows like waves of a blackened sea. Silence and darkness greeted the foreign girl in her new apartment that morning and it made her lonely heart heavy. She knew she needed to get up, to start her day but she didn't make a move to leave the comfort of her bed. "It's cold." She told herself, much colder than her beloved Italy, and the covers provided a safe haven from the winters chill; so she stayed on her side with the blankets tightly encasing her to the throat like a five foot six burrito. However it wasn't the cold trapping her there, it was the fear. But too soon her alarm clock decided to remind her that she had a job to get to despite her reservations or the weather, its angry screech shattering the heartbreaking silence. "UGH! Scopare! Bene si vince, si vince." She half groaned half shouted at the machine, her voice muffled by her pillow. Caterina just rolled over, acquiesced into submission by the noise, freeing herself of the blanket fortress, and smacked the buzzing alarm clock on her nightstand with a little too much force. "Time to begin anew, I'm American now. Your normal everyday Americana." She told the quiet, her mouth thinned into a pensive line, and a flash of determination ignited in her cerulean eyes.

Caterina begrudgingly snaked her narrow body out of the bed with a huff and traversed across the spans of the hardwood flooring between the mattress and the door to flip on the light, the cool of the cedar making her toes furl and her pace quicken. A golden artificial glow quickly illuminated the dark bedroom, altering her perception momentarily, and she could have sworn she had seen someone there with her, but once her pupils dilated, the shadow was gone and she knew she was alone. It jolted Caterina to the core..."Let's hope I do not start seeing things now, as if the fire starting wasn't enough." She sighed. "Imagine me hallucinating and setting the diner ablaze on my first day..." The fleeting thought entered her mind, leaving her body shuddering in its wake.

The rest of her morning routine went along considerably better, the tedious and mundane keeping her pleasantly distracted from magic. After a scalding hot shower and three cups of caffè con panna e zucchero, she raked out her obsidian locks, slipped on her dark skinny jeans, an apricot floral printed blouse, a coral cardigan, and white flats; and smiled satisfactorily in the full body length mirror that hung on the back of her closet door. She found herself back in the kitchen after that, making herself a fourth cup of coffee, and snatching her keys from the hook by the door, but before she could bring herself to leave, her eyes flitted to a book lying out on her glass kitchen table amongst a slew of unpacked boxes. Before she knew what she was doing, she had plucked the book from its resting place, and turned it over in her hands to see the ornate faded script written on the cover. The gentle light from the kitchen window illuminated the leather binding as the sun climbed dangerously higher in the sky, she knew she had to leave least she be late but...she opened the grimoire up, turning the slightly yellowed pages with delicacy, not sure what she was perusing for. For as long as she could remember, schoolbooks had a tendency to creep up under her bedcovers and snuggle up to her while she slept. Her mother had always found her hunger for knowledge amusing, but only her father had truly understood the vast well of intellect from which his daughter drew, but he was gone now...Caterina slammed the cover shut, all ease lost, and placed the spell book back to it's original resting place. She had to be at work.

A quick eight minute car ride later, and Caterina found herself pulling up at Axel's Diner, a nervous tension causing her hands to shake. She spared a glance at her Iphone laying in the warm leather passenger seat of her Fiat 500, contemplating calling her cousin again. She had phoned him once when she was in Italy to inform him she was moving to the states, his state to be specific, and second when she had arrived in town, rattling off her new place of residence and where she would be working. However Cat quickly dismissed the idea as soon as it came. They didn't call her comandante for nothing, and she wouldn't harass her cousin with her nagging insecurities just yet.

When she entered the diner, she was met with a very different set of sights than she had grown accustomed to, speckled formica, linoleum, stainless steel and moldy wood. The scent was even more foreign to the foreigner, eau de grease. Diners could always be roughly divided into two types: The Suburban, and the Highway. The former was usually a restaurant which was open late (if not 24 hours), which catered to the old folks, or the high school kids, and, late at night, to the worst elements (such as some of Cat's friends). The latter, however, was what the purists idealize when they talk of diners. They spring up to serve the needs of travelers and truckers; two groups which may need sustenance (and especially coffee) at any hour of day or night, and who can only survive the consumption of fast food for so long. What was so odd to Caterina is that this place seemed to be a cooperative mingling of the two. From her vantage point at the door, Caterina could see small bits of bread and gravy caught in the beard of man much too busy scarfing down his meal to take notice of his current state of mess. It made Cat uncomfortable to the point of wishing she could waltz over there and wipe his chin with a wetnap. "Excuse me sir, where might I find Axel?" She asked, leaning over his table as he froze midbite. "O'er there miss." The slack jawed redneck replied, hastily jutting a thumb behind him to the bar. "Thank you so very much." She finished with a courteous dip of her slender neck, and left his company to take up Axel's. The man she approached second had an imposing stature, dark features, and a tan nearly as dark as her own olive skin, and she was surprised how homesick his appearance made her as he could pass for an Italia nativa any day. "Pardon me, Axel?" She articulated in an accent too marked to be mistaken for anything other than Italian.

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"An orange juice would be really nice, actually," Leanna said to Axel, her expression still cheerful and thankful, from the tone of her voice. She paused, concern lining her face for a while as she looked up at him still. "Are you okay?" she asked genuinely, jerking her head lightly in his direction. He instantly knew she meant his tongue, because he was still pressing an ice cube to it. Holding the frozen piece of water in his free hand for a moment, Axel shot a quick smile at Leanna and laughed lightly.

"I'm fine, don't worry," he said, fighting to ignore the numbness he felt toward the tip of his tongue. "Orange juice? Got it." He set the notepad down, which was covered in his scraggly, sharp hand writing and numerous stains of really any kind. Popping the ice cube back into his mouth, AJ knelt down and wiped the coffee spill up with a handful of disposable napkins, which he promptly tossed into the garbage can as he passed it. The alpha male snatched up a clean glass and brought it over to the small fridge where the cartons of orange juice and creamer sat. Pulling out one of orange juice, he shook it quickly and poured the glass three-fourths full before he sealed the orange juice again and replaced it in the fridge. Axel set the glass down before Leanna and smiled slightly, crossing his arms over his flannel shirt. "There you go. You sure you don't want anything else? Things are calming down around here so don't worry about interfering. Besides, she's here." He jerked a thumb toward the waitress who was also in the diner.

Axel's phone began to ring but, without glancing at the caller ID, he promptly rejected the call. Anyone who knew him should have known he was busy during work hours. He walked back into the kitchen, propping the door open with a door stop as he worked on making himself some French toast for breakfast. Again, his phone rang. He simply ignored it, however. Whoever it was could just wait. Nothing was that important.

In the mean time, the front door of the diner had opened and Axel left his breakfast for a moment to see who it was. Perhaps she was another townie coming to eat? By the look of the woman though, in her skinny jeans and blouse, Axel thought at first she must have been out of state. He opened his mouth to ask if she needed directions, since most non-townies came asking for them. However, she looked...oddly familiar. Was she a regular vacationer around here? No...she was too familiar for that. Could she actually live here? Perhaps she was one of those young woman fascinated with the "adorable-ness" (was that even a word, he wondered) of a small town. He returned to his French toast and placed the two slices on to a plate before coating them in maple syrup. He'd get her order in a moment, or perhaps the other waitress would go?

Axel carried his food out to the bar and leaned his elbows on the counter top as he ate his food. He looked down to pick at the slices of French toast on his plate and, when he looked back up, the young woman stood before him.

"Pardon me, Axel?" she said in a voice laced thickly with what he knew was an Italian accent. Axel raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised.

"Hey there," he replied, slowly straightening up and wiping his hands off on a napkin near him. "Nice accent. It sounds Italian." He looked around quickly and then glanced over her quickly. "Do you need something?" Of course, because he didn't know the woman's name, he had no idea she was the applicant for the waitressing position at his diner.

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"Hey there, nice accent...It sounds Italian. Do you need something?" He asked politely, not seeming the least bit perturbed about having his breakfast interrupted. Caterina smiled as pleasently as one could manage and prayed now was an auspicious time for her to have shown up. "Ah, yes it is. I am as fresh off the boat as they come. Thank you." She joked, contemplating the most pragmatic way to go about talking to ones future boss. "My name is Caterina De Luca. I am your most recent applicant for the waitressing position you had made mention was availible?" She tossed her long, wispy hair that was falling around her face like plumes of black smoke over her shoulder. Her lips were curled upwards in a smile, like she was content with anything and everything in the world.

A study in subtext, Cat thought. A speech in secrecy. There were so many things none of the unwitting diner patrons, nor this Axel, would ever come to know about her. Maybe it was foolish to think that her prolific past won't catch up with her, but she wanted so badly to forget about her familial brawls, filial disputes, and unmitigatable quarrels that she was willing to immerse herself completely in this false average life, chasing a chimera in her head called normality.

Caterina's green eyes darted down to his plate, covered in surup drenched bread, flakey with a thick coat of sugar. It made her stomach roll, how could anyone stand to eat that repugnant mess? "I can come back at a later time if you are too busy as of now...?" She offered with genteel, folding her long delicate hands in one another formally.

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Axel watched the young woman closely, giving her his attention as he wiped the syrup from his hands on to a nearby napkin. She had a pleasant smile, one that seemed to bring a sense of warmth and friendliness to the already cheerful and lively diner. It certainly helped make up for the fact that with olive skin and quite a taste in clothing, she stood out like a sore thumb.


"Ah, yes it is," she replied to his question. "I am as fresh off the boat as they come. Thank you." She paused for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts first. "My name is Caterina De Luca. I am your most recent applicant for the waitressing position you had made mention was available?" Axel nodded slowly at first and then, after a few moments, coupled it with a clement grin.


"Yes, now that you mention it..." he started, placing the napkin down after he had wiped his hands off. "Well, Miss De Luca, you certainly seem friendly enough to work here." He watched her closely, trying to pick up on any hidden emotions or thoughts she may have held. He certainly didn't need another ditsy, rude young woman working here. He'd had enough teenagers apply, looking for an easy job. It was an insult to him and to the work he'd put in to get the diner to where it was now. She did seem genuine enough. Perhaps she would be different than other applicants?


"I can come back at a later time if you are too busy as of now...?" she suggested. Axel blinked quickly, as if her words brought him back to reality. He seemed to notice the plate of French toast still before him and pushed it aside, shaking his head quickly. "No, no, it's fine," he replied. Axel made his way around front to the bar and sat at one of the stools, gesturing for Caterina to the take the one across from him. It was an informal interview of sorts, but he didn't feel comfortable leaving just the inept waitress to look over things while he interviewed the woman in the back. "So, have you waited in a restaurant or a diner before?"

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Alarick glanced at the sheet of paper and then tucked it into his pocket before giving the detective a short salute. “Alright no need for me to dirty the crime scene anymore,” he remarked somewhat lazily to himself and to others that might have been listening. With that he turned on his heels and sauntered out of the woods. He passed by Nika’s form one last time before making his way to his SUV, and as he crawled into it and felt his rear hit the plump leather seats there was a long hesitation. Alarick’s eyes watered immensely before he stifled down any form of tears. He hadn’t known her for that long, but that didn’t matter- she had been a fellow hunter and friend. “Damn vampires,” he remarked and brought the brunt of his hand against the curve of the steering wheel. That was all the emotion that he allotted himself before driving away and inevitably to Sebastian’s. He was a little later than the parade of folks that had made their way there, but he arrived timely nonetheless. Of course he wasn’t about to barge in with guns firing, and instead quaintly knocked upon the door before announcing his presence. “It is me- mi amor.” He stated into the wooden threshold before glancing into what was in his hand. Mind you he realized that it was not that late in the day, but part of the reason he had been late was to pick up some beer. Of course that was before he heard the sweet chattering of voices inside. “Well I’m sure he can appreciate this later- much later- but I’m not letting it get warm in my car.”
Slowly he slid inside and made a beeline for where everyone was- palming the small bottled pack of alcohol behind his back. “Your fridge?” He asked sweetly. “Figure this would be helpful later.”



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Leaving Detective Jackass and his Amazing Butt Monkey Sidekick- Lassiter checked his phone again for any word back from Axel. “Are you serious? Ugh Axel.” He lamented sorely before heading back to his car. On the way there he caught the arrival of the city coroner and the funeral department that was pretty much called in on every case where someone hadn’t had one previously listed. They all nodded in recognition of Lassiter, and he gave them a petite wave before trekking back to his vehicle and throwing all of his belongings in the trunk.
“Fine- but someone better recognize that I love the pack soooooo much that I don’t fucking sleep when there is business to be done.” He lamented- loudly- to his steering wheel before peeling out of the parking lot and heading back to the diner. After their Alpha was notified he figured that he would at least be allowed to go home and take a shower with a quick nap in between.

Things didn’t seem to want to move so breezily when he arrived at the diner. Instead he found Axel preoccupied with a woman that someone would say was downright gorgeous. What did Lassiter say? Anything but. “Axel,” he paused. “Sorry to bother you especially while you are so obviously working, but there is something I need to talk to you about.” Lassiter couldn’t fathom how to go: super-secret werewolf business without it seeming odd and unnatural. “It is fairly urgent EMT business- but I should be quick about it.” It was then he gave his most cervine eyes to the dark haired woman, “my apologies for the interruption I just need to get a few things clarified before I go home- to bed- which I was supposed to do over an hour ago before this mess reared its’ ugly head. So I’m tired and I’m cranky, and I don’t have the effort to flirt with you- so just go ahead and assume I made the most appealing comments you have ever heard.” Lassiter flashed a bright smile before realizing that he probably shouldn’t faux-flirt with someone at the diner- he was supposed to be with his beta (who by all means had no interest in even playing like she liked him).

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“You should take a picture… it would last longer,” The woman stated, her lips creeping into a grin until a laugh bubbled forth. It was a warm sound that vibrated pleasantly through Jeremy's vertebrae, leaving his spine tingling. “I’m Ariana. So, I was thinking, we should totally get a drink together tonight...So what do you say? Drinks? Dinner? Something?” Jer flinched under Ariana's near corporeal gaze. She wanted to go out with him? Many girls asked him out, but of course it never really went anywhere...guys like Jeremy were much too nice to hold up against a good old fashioned 'bad boy', but it shouldn't have been a surprize to be asked....but it was, at least by her. She was dark, seductive, mysterious, and beautiful in such a way little girls could only dream of. Why would she be interested in Ken doll, puppy eyed, Jeremy Donovan?[/i] His eyes went wide and his brows climbed high on his forehead. "I'm not old enough to drink." He replied stupidly, voice verging on dreamy, looking to her like a moth drawn to a flame."We could eat though, dinner is important. We should have it at least three times a day."

The clean sunshine of the winter's day vicously stabbed its way through the snow flakes wafting between the two of them, piercing the crime scene with a violent shaft of gold. Screams of cardinals and bluejays floated in on the freezing breeze coming off the snow dunes, and for a moment, the world felt shakingly peaceful even though Jeremy was surrounded by death. First getting to work a scene, now this? Next it'd be the lottery, or perhaps he'd solve the case. Today was perfect. "Oh! I'm Jeremy by the way, Jeremy Donovan." He chimmed, jabbing a thumb at the police badge pinned to his broad chest, feeling slightly moronic for many reasons, but mostly for rudely forgetting to name himself to her. He felt his own breaths grow long, his heartbeat heavy and loud.

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"Trust me when I said, I can understand the appeal to hunting over cooking." Sara replied, something marked in her words that made Derek look up. "Tell me something about you, anything. All I know is your name really...and if you and I, if we were to ban together...." The megalith of 90% muscle mass's replying growl was more like an aggressive purr. "I just mean to say I don't expect you to want to jump into another pack right away, especially when there is only one other member, an Alpha, but if you did...want to...I'd like to get to know you." Oddly listless, Derek half-heartedly finished up the last bite of his brunch and risnsed his plate clean in silence. Why did he have to do this? She had been in his home for all of two seconds and he was begging for her to join him in his lonely. But there was a rough edge to his need, a sharp accent of desperation. Wolves didn't really fair well on their own, it could be maddening....With so much effort it was embarrassing, he drug his eyes to meet Sara's brown ones once more.

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"No, no, it's fine," Axel dismissed, meandering around front of the diner bar and taking a seat on one of the stools bound in sythetic leather. He made a gesture of sorts for her to take the one opposite of him, so she complied. A flap of the alizarin crimson faux material came loose as she sat, and she patted it down demurely before bringing her eyes back up to meet his. "So, have you waited in a restaurant or a diner before?" He asked standardly, obviously begining his interview. Cat couldn't fathom anything worse than failing this test after having come such a long way to get there. She'd have to go back home if she did and that left a horrible choking welp in her throat. “Axel,” She heard someone intone, pulling her from the silent war raging within. “Sorry to bother you especially while you are so obviously working, but there is something I need to talk to you about. It is fairly urgent EMT business- but I should be quick about it.” Caterina raised an obsidian eyebrow delicately, arching it over her shining emerald eye. EMT business? Did this Axel work another job in additon to owning a diner? Her inner reporter, failing to remember she had left her post at Il quotidiano Italia(The daily Italy) when she had left the country, longed to dig for the scoop. “My apologies for the interruption I just need to get a few things clarified before I go home- to bed- which I was supposed to do over an hour ago before this mess reared its’ ugly head. So I’m tired and I’m cranky, and I don’t have the effort to flirt with you- so just go ahead and assume I made the most appealing comments you have ever heard.” He rambled with the glazed over, wide-eyed grin men usually got when confronted with an attractive member of the opposite sex. She simply flashed him that mega-watt smile of hers with all the charm and class she could muster. "Oh, of course. Please, don't let me keep you from your work. I have all day to wait and have had a full night of rest." She replied with a lie in a professional vernacular, her pedantic attention to cordiality showing dispite the vexatious situation. She had to admit though...this damn town smack dab in the middle of BFE was chock full of attractive men.

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"Leighton Harding, we don't use that word in school or to describe people, alright? I don't care where the hell you picked it up from, I don't want you saying that anymore, understand?" Seb chided her in a very adult like manner much to Leighton's displeasure. She had hoped he would get red in the face, it was always bemusing when he did. Leigh looked down at her scuffed up mary janes dejectedly. "Yes sir." She replied with a groan, feigning penance. Sebastian flung himself on the couch while Annelise remained standing for some odd reason. The adults intrepidly spoke of shooting their guns and someone named Nika with an acrimonious tone that concerned Le, but not nearly enough to pay attention beyond that. The affairs of adults were boring at best in her young eyes.

Suddenly a rap at the door pulled them from their mumbled words of a furtive nature. The door was opened, and a dark-haired head popped out. It was Seb's friend Alarick, his mahogany waves curling around his face in a most adorable fashion, and his hands clutching a case of beer. He and Sebastian began speaking but Leighton didn't pay any mind to this either. She toddled quickly over to them both and wrapped her arms around Alarick leg, hugging him close. "RICKY! My favorite pretty guy!" She trilled, happily returning to her old chirpy self, her signature goofy grin spreading across her little face like some frighteningly contagious wildfire. Sebastian told Alarick he could put his beverage in the fridge and moved back to his comfortable spot on the sofa. "You don't have to stay in here if you don't want to, Lay-Lay. Boring grown-up conversations, that's all." Leighton released the hunter from her grip, frowning at her cousin. "If you are bringing all of the fun people over, then I wanna stay. You want me to stay don't you pretty Ricky?" She asked, looking up doe-eyed at the man, and pushing her lower lip out in a pouty expression.

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"You don't have to apologize, sweetheart. Actually, I know what you mean. Youth today don't seem to understand the true beauty and majesty of art. The only art I think they see is swag, as some kids call it...and...at least we can say I'm not the only nervous one." She said with a light smile and sanguine english tint to her voice. Ugh Swag. Benny viperously thought. Things like that made him long for the 1930's again. It was a magical time, with an elegance and style that went unparalleled, and that was under the strain of mass unemployment and the threat of war for christs sake.

After he wiped the paint off of her porcelain cheek, her skin as soft as silk under his touch, Demetria's breathing hitched and he could hear her heart hammering in her chest.Thump-Thump-Thump."Th-thank you," she stammered, curling her stray blonde tresses behind her ear, teeth catching her lower lip, so close to tearing into the sensitive pink flesh....he pictured her biting down just a bit harder so blood would well up and he could catch that lip in his mouth and drink....NO! He screamed mentally, his throat burning with a deep want and hunger. And what was worse was it wrapped itself around him, suffocating him, whispering to him that there was only this feeling, this desire, this itch-in-the-back-of-your-throat-that-won't-go-away. "Ummm...would you like something to drink? I have some beer, I think, and some water...and probably some sweetened ice tea....Or would you rather see the room first?" I know what I'd like to drink....DAMN IT BENNY STOP! He internally shouted, shaking away horrifying thoughts with a struggled swallow. "The room please, if you don't mind Darlin'. I appreciate the offer but I ain't too...thirsty." He awarded her with a strained smile in the hope his face wasn't revealing too much.

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Axel watched the Italian closely, still trying to draw conclusions from the subtle movements she made. His gaze trailed up and down her figure in a way many would find uncomfortable, yet she was probably used to it by then. She casually patted down a piece of the bar stool that had stood up as she sat down. Those seat were ancient and just another thing he needed to replace like the plumbing in the house. He met her eyes, though, keeping a steady eye contact with her. She seemed ready to answer for a moment, then conflicted. Axel raised an eyebrow slowly in surprise. This early in the interview and she was already hesitating? Yet, his thoughts were interrupted by Lassiter's familiar voice.

"Axel," Lass said, catching Axel's attention instantly. He looked over quickly, cocking his head subtly. "Sorry to bother you especially while you are so obviously working, but there is something I need to talk to you about. It is fairly urgent EMT business- but I should be quick about it." He looked at Cat now with wide, doe eyes, causing Axel to narrow his eyes subtly. It annoyed him to a great extent to see the males of his pack making advances on the town's women. Even more so, it annoyed him that one who was promised to another pack member was making advances. He knew he couldn't and wouldn't do that to Leanna. He had a responsibility to his pack, to his ancestors, and he was about ready to shirk that responsibility as he was to grovel at the feet of a vampire.

"It's fine," the Alpha replied, shrugging a shoulder as he forced his nonchalant demeanor to return. "It's not a very formal interview anyway. I've never been a fan of them." He leaned his shoulder against the counter, swiveling back and forth in his chair. "If you want, just leave a note or something, Lassiter. He pulled out his pad of paper and handed it, along with a ballpoint pen to the man. He turned his attention back to Cat and crossed his arms over his chest, still swiveling back and forth slowly. "So, do you have an answer yet for my question?" His new question had a teasing tone to it and he coupled it with a subtle smirk.

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"So, do you have an answer yet for my question?" Axel asked the question coupled with a mischievious grin that suited his facial configurement, and she couldn't help but chuckle outright. "Yes. Yes I have some experiance. I waited tables at a Café, Il miglior caffè d'Italia, for a Summer two years prior to now." Caterina snaked her tongue over her lower lip, raw from the climate change, while she patiently awaited her next aray of soon to ensue inquiries, eyes combing over Axel's body for any indicators of how this session was progressing.

Thoughts of her home in Italy, her job, her friends, and her family tried to crawl out of the dark tides of her mind, but Cat quickly cut off the images that were now floating unbidden to the projector that insisted on feeding into her conscious thought. It would not do to dwell on such lost things today; today she needed this job.

"However, let me assure you, I am well versed in customer serivce, and can regain any lost traits of import I may have forgotten since." She said hastily, a small addendum to her previous statement as she wrung her long delicate fingers in her lap, nerves getting the best of her.

Her jade eyes shifted downward, tracing haphazard paths around the tables that littered the diner. Cat had unwittingly lumped the storm in her blood, weather in her bones, and the shudder lacing up her spine like a cold finger counting her vertebrae in with these interview jitters. What she had failed to realize was that it was in fact her newfound sixth sense, her own inner radar if you will, for other supernatural beings that brought about this palpable static floating in the atmosphere like that before a lightning strike.

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There was a somber mood to this all, and the half-Italian did poor emanating the appropriate feelings for sadness. Oh he felt it truly. They had lost one of their own, and it had been a devastating blow to the last bastion of humanity’s protection. Yet Alarick found that sadness usually led to pensiveness, which in turn led to him thinking too long and hard on his own strife. A rage would grow and swell inside of him like a hurricane that wished to be released. He would inevitably succumb to it and then whatever careful plan they were laying down would be ruined. It had had happened before in another town on a different coast- he wouldn’t be surprised if it happened again.

Yet whatever dour expressions could release from his lips were quickly squelched by Leighton’s words and inevitably curling her petite body around his leg. Alarick smiled at her and sat the case of beer on the ground before kneeling down and ruffling those locks of brilliant golden blonde. “Hey Princess,” he stated in a tone that didn’t at all match the mood he felt in his heart. There was no need for him to be so dark and somber in her presence- especially considering the way that her smile managed to chase away the clouds that infested one’s mind.
“Good to know that you haven’t taken to any other pretty guys. I would be so sad.” He smirked sweetly. She laid on the charm even thicker when she wanted to stay and listen to their conversation. He wasn’t quite sure that that was a good idea. While he didn’t think Leighton would understand what they were referencing- he didn’t want her to repeat it. Children didn’t quite have the filter that adults did when it came to private information.

“It is like my kryptonite when you look at me like that.” Alarick stated rather bluntly to the girl, “fine then- you can sit in my lap too if you want.” With that he plopped down on the couch and waited for the small blonde girl to take her seat atop him, or to skedaddle off. Either way the beer never made it to the fridge- accidentally forgotten in lieu of Leighton’s interference.
Yet Sebastian seemed unwavered by the entire scene. He verbally lamented Nika’s death, and Alarick nodded in agreement. “You shouldn’t at all blame yourself. We all get into this knowing what might happen. But- we will find her killer.” He paused, “you think it had anything to do with current vampire infestation or do we have a rogue on our hands? I’m not saying we need to pick which one to kill- we need to get both of them, but I would rather get her killer first.” The man wanted to further elaborate what he would do when that happened, but he kept his mouth shut. “So do we have any actual vampire leads? Someone that could be made to be compliant?”



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Axel’s demeanor was as cheery as usual. Honestly Lassiter was in no mood to battle wits with him, and he much less didn’t care to do so in front of a normal human girl. So instead he just let his lips spread out into a thin line. The alpha was giving the woman the once over as if he was going to jump her right then and there and have his way with her amidst the other customers of the diner. That curt response of his brutalized the dark haired woman’s courteous one. Lassiter brought a hand to his locks and swiftly shoved the back and away from his face. He said nothing to the man to acknowledge that he even heard him, but instead nabbed the order sheets from Axel’s personage and a pen from his own suit and began to scribble something onto the page before crumpling it up and depositing it quite briskly in his pocket. There was no need for him to rude. There was also no need for him to be redundant.
“Check your text messages.”

It was a simple enough message and he felt as if this entire trip was wasted because of it. Axel could have simply enough checked it later after he was done molesting this woman with his eyes. And here Lassiter thought pack business came before playing human. Their alpha could growl and groan at their inability to follow the protocol in regard to mating, but here Lassiter was trying to warn him of an imminent danger and the man was letting his hormones guide him.
Maybe some werewolves were more prone to that, but he wasn’t.
Not to say that Lassiter wouldn’t have enjoyed tasting the woman’s cherry lips, discovering the contours of her tanned skin, inhaling the rich scent of her dark hair, and discovering everything that made her tick inside and out- but he knew that that day would ever happen so why even let his hormones attempt to flair?

“Well have a good morning Axel,” Lassiter nodded and folded the message sharply down the middle before ramming it on the counter before the man. “And a pleasant one to you too Miss.” Considering that Axel had already turned around and forgot about Lassiter’s existence the Delta decided to up the ante on his insubordination. He was saving their lives- why not play a bit with mating rituals? So he brought his hand to his head in the common ‘call me’ fashion behind his alpha’s back, and then winked at the woman before heading out. He knew damn well she didn’t have his number, but it wouldn’t be the first time he had used 911 as a quick calling card.

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"Yes. Yes I have some experience. I waited tables at a café, il miglior caffè d'Italia, for a Summer two years prior to now." The Italian beauty replied to him, chuckling aloud. Oh shit, had he done something stupid to make her laugh? A blush briefly showed on his cheeks but he grinned quickly and the blush seemed to blend in better when his cheeks raised with the smile. Her tongue ran along her lip slowly and she took her time to look him over now. God damn it, if he wasn't already supposed to be with Leanna, he wouldn't have hesitated to hit Caterina further. Yet, he knew doing such a thing would set him back so many months with his "mate"...so many months that he'd worked so hard to cover.

"Well, um, what's your work ethic like?" he asked next, temporarily stumbling over his words. Damn it, Axel...get it together, he thought, mentally kicking himself. Who's the one who's interviewing here? "However, let me assure you, I am well versed in customer serivce, and can regain any lost traits of import I may have forgotten since." She slowly rung her fingers in her lap. Jesus, she looked nervous, too. How come? Hell, she really had no reason to be nervous, he thought. She was well on her way to the job, anyway. And, even though he wouldn't admit it, it was partially due to her looks. As he gave her time to think over her answer, he noticed Lassiter slam the note down on the counter before him.

"Well, have a good morning, Axel," he said, nodding and then turning to address the Italian. In the mean time, Axel rolled his eyes at Lassiter. Why the hell was he so pissy? "See you later," he replied, waving his hand to the Delta and then looking down at the note just in time to miss him hitting on Caterina. Slowly, he unfolded the note.

"Check your messages."


Axel arched an eyebrow. My messages...? Quickly, he pulled out his phone and noticed the messages that had piled up. "Shit...excuse me," he murmured to Cat before getting up and walking back into the kitchen to read the messages.

"Axel, it's Jo. Something's gone down close to the police department, actually, more like someone. Definitely a fanger attack, the girl's dead. Lassie and I are here, but the Sheriff is as well and the people he was with earlier. There's something off about them. I think they might be Hunters but I don't have anything concrete...yet. I'll keep you posted."

"Human dead. Vampire attack. Brutal. Definitely not the normal blood lust. I’ve got to hang around because Detective Asshat wants full report. Message back with orders"


"Crap..." growled Axel, a low, animalistic snarl coming from the back of his throat. He clutched his phone tightly, making a fist around it. He didn't have time for this, damn it...why couldn't the vampires keep to themselves for once and leave the humans alone? Was animal blood really that bad? Of course, Axel didn't think so. The few animals he'd killed while in wolf form weren't that bad. Actually, they were pretty good if anything. He shook his head slowly and composed another message to the pack.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure exactly what the hell is going on over by the station, but Jo tells me a fanger got to a human down there. Anyone know who she is? But, at the same time, I don't want any of you sticking your noses in places they shouldn't be. If we can stay out of it and leave it to the Hunters, I'd be fine with it. Watch your backs. The Hunters are going to become more active...stay safe."


He sent that and then, sighing, leaned up against the wall while he shook his head. Stupid, stupid vampires. Why had his ancestors even trusted them? Why had his ancestor decided to build a town up with them? Axel pocketed his phone and walked back out to his seat beside Caterina. "So sorry about that," he said, smiling quickly. "Just some business to attend to, that's all."

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Axel cursed under his breath before excusing himself to the kitchen much to Cat's dismay. How long were these interviews supposed to take? How many intermissions were average here in America? Everything was so uncomfortably lax. She crossed her legs gingerly and placed her elbow on the counter top, laying her chin in her hand, and resting her other free hand on her knees. The EMT had adorably threw her a call me sign behind his friends back only moments earlier, and she had to chuckle at the rate at which she was already being hit on. How awful must it be for her cousin Alarick? The whole family possessed a rather gifted set of genes, she couldn't imagine how many women threw themselves at him...and now it was happening to her. She shook her head. It didn't really matter anyhow, the moment men realized what a concentrated ball of control she was, they quickly grew disinterested.

As the day stretched on, and patrons filed out of the diner as the breakfast/late lunch bustle died down, she found herself quite enjoying the charm this little place had to offer...it was small but quaint, pleasant. "Crap..." She heard someone, presumably Axel, grumble from the back, followed by a ferocious but nearly inaudible growl. "God, please tell me they don't keep dogs in the food preparation center..." She prayed, casting a nervous glance to the double doors that led out of the dining hall. The tingling that was trailing up and down her spine ever since her interview began burst into a full blown burn at the sound of the snarl, actually causing her to wince. What the hell? Every molecule in the air scorched and moaned in pain as the effects of Caterina's discomfort seemed to berate the tiny diner. Her body was trying to tell her something was going on here a seriously ardent way.

Those doors swung back open to reveal Axel's ire as he was openly exasperated. His disgruntled scowl was something to behold, fierce and unlike anything Caterina had ever seen before even though she could tell he wasn't truly angry, only mildly aggravated. It was a bit bewitching. "I uh..no worries." She stuttered in excessively deferential manner, snaking a lithe hand through her black hair in a nervous gesture. "I am at your disposal, whatever you want from me." Cat mentally palmed her forehead. Great. That sounded perverted. "I'd say I have a very diligent work ethic. I am a persistent individual, and see all of my work through to the end. I uh...credere di lavoro forme carattere?" She finished in Italian, unable to recall what the words she was searching for were in English, the apples of her cheeks flushing red.

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Axel slowly began to swivel in his chair again, fingers tapping gently against the countertop. Though he was never usually a fan of sitting down, he was also aggravated by the vampires going ahead and picking off a woman. They certainly had to remember what had happened last time humans died around here. That was why the Hunter population had increased so drastically. He sighed softly and turned back to look at Caterina as she spoke.

"I uh...no worries." She stuttered at him and Axel raised an eyebrow in slight confusion as she ran a hand shakily through her thick, ebony locks. The more he watched her, the more nervous she looked. It couldn't really be that bad, right? He wondered, letting his mind trail off, how she'd react to being interviewed in a much more formal setting. Would she get as worked up or even more worked up? "I am at your disposal, whatever you want from me." Axel stifled a grin. Oh God, his mind was wandering now...in the middle of an interview, nonetheless. He cleared his throat lightly and shifted his position on the stool so he was leaned up against the counter.

"I see..." Axel replied, nodding slowly and calmly in response. "I'd say I have a very diligent work ethic. I am a persistent individual, and see all of my work through to the end. I uh...credere di lavoro forme carattere?" The werewolf chuckled under his breath, grinning. As she blushed, he smiled even further. God damn it, she was beautiful. Stupid, stupid pack customs. If he wasn't supposed to be faithful to Leanna, there would be absolutely nothing stopping him from inviting the Italian beauty over to his home.

On a professional note, he decided she really did seem like a good edition to the diner scene. Granted, he wasn't really a fan of letting in people besides those in the pack. But, a mixture of her charm, her answers, and, of course, her beauty, convinced him she'd be a good candidate. Or, at least, he hoped so. He didn't need another disappointment.

"I don't speak Italian, but I assume what you said is good," he said. "Or, at least, I hope so because you're hired." Axel started to stand up and held out a hand to Caterina to shake again. "Welcome to the diner. Can you be here at seven in the morning tomorrow?" Without waiting for a response, he moved back behind the counter to attend to customer a few seats down, still listening to Cat with his exceptional hearing which, of course, came from his half-wolf blood.

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On a bar stool bound in hideous red upholstery, Caterina sat composed, a tiny but dignified figure; only her hands gave away her shock, as they froze in their menstruations to take his warm calloused grip. I got the job? Not possible. Or do I mean probable, for he has just said it! A glittering smile broke across her face, like the waves of the ocean crashing upon the shore. It lit up her whole countenance in an instant before a small laugh broke free. Not the dry anxious spasm of laughter one gives when speaking to a future employer, but a chuckle of genuine means, pure, ringing like coins shaken loose from a purse. "Not to offend you signore, as I am grateful for the job, but you American's are quite quick!" She pressed a tanned hand to her chest, breathing out a ragged sigh of relief. "I will be here seven a.m. sharp." She replied, her alluringly splendid body pumped up with the jittery spirit of success.

Axel looked over to her, from his station poised in front of the menu mulling customer, with his large clear brown eyes, as if he were the one who was fascinated instead of her. He was trying to hold Cat's gaze steadily and calmly, which she was finding very difficult to keep doing. He had a delicious mouth, pretty eyelashes, perfect teeth; and there was a provocative intelligence lurking behind that distinguished, beautiful face. Bad Caterina! Non si può pensare del tuo capo in questo modo! She mentally chastised.

Her witchly warning sensation curiously passed over her once again. She hadn't realized it had went away until it returned once more, ebbing and flowing like the tide. She was faintly dizzy as it began, and a soft tingling vibration followed, coursing through her torso and then spreading to her arms and legs. It wasn't unpleasant now, but she still had no clue what it meant, that it was magic's way of telling her he was potentially dangerous; a supernatural being.

"Are you positive you would like me to come back tomorrow? I have no qualms with strapping on an apron and working the rest of the day out with you if I need to." Cat offered as Axel poured the gentleman patron a cup of coffee.
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Axel looked up from his ordering pad to see Caterina, smiling broadly in response to having received the job. Her enthusiasm was both greatly relieving to him but also extremely amusing and even attractive. He smiled back at her and gave a light laugh before she laughed. Damn it, even her laugh was adorable. He wrote down the order of the man before him in his quick, hurried script, reluctantly looking away from Cat.

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment?" he asked jokingly, raising an eyebrow slightly "I just thought you'd really be the one for the job. Besides, I haven't had many applicants for the job who seem as reliable as you. Most people of working age high-tail it out of here, anyway. I'll see you then, Caterina." He turned to face the coffee pot and poured a cup for a patron, which he set down on the counter before him. The man had also ordered some scrambled eggs and Axel moved back into the kitchen to handle the order, leaving the door open to avoid being rude to Cat.

"Are you positive you would like me to come back tomorrow? I have no qualms with strapping on an apron and working the rest of the day out with you if I need to." Axel poked his head out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of eggs which he whisked quickly.

"You really don't have to stay," he said. "But, hey, if you want to, I won't be averse to the help. I could pay you, too." He moved back into the kitchen and poured the eggs into a pan to cook them. "Aprons are back here and go take a few orders for me," he called out to Cat. He finished cooking the eggs and slid them off on to a plate which he pushed along the counter. "You can start by giving this to the man over there, alright? And, make sure he has enough coffee."

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Caterina gracefully sprang from her comfortable seat, and moved into the kitchen in full stalwart fashion, determined to prove her worth. She put an apron in hand, pulled a notepad and ink pen from a cluttered shelf up high, and gave a quick furtive glance for any stray rabid dogs that might have been lurking in the back. When satisfied the area was clear, she returned to the land of the customer. Axel had left the platter loaded with eggs on the bar counter for her to deliver to the gentleman waiting patiently albeit a bit boredly while he sipped his caffè nero. Cat smiled brightly in a friendly gesture when she spoke, leaving the patron a bit dazzled. "Here are your eggs, would you like me to top you off sir?"

"Uh yes. Yes thank you."

"Not a problem, anything you need at all, just flag me down, I'll be more than happy to assist." She turned her her back to him for a second as she tied her apron around her narrow waist and slipped the loop over her neck. Cat then proceeded to retrieve the coffee pot and filled his cup an inch from the brim.

After that, the job was just systematically maneuvering around the room, taking orders, clearing off tables, picking up checks, and stopping every now and again to make sure 'everything was okay.' When the bustle slowed it's pace, she found herself unconsciously weaving toward the bar station where Axel was still. "So. How am I doing thus far?" She asked, an eager grin bumping the apples of her cheeks. Two seconds of conversation and she was already resisting the urge to blush.

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Axel glanced up, noticing how Cat quickly looked around the kitchen as she grabbed a notepad and a pen. He opened his mouth slightly, planning to ask what she was looking for, but she'd already left the area to attend to the customer by the time he'd decided he would speak. Shrugging it off, Axel simply set to work on a sandwich one of the patrons had ordered earlier that the other waitress had dropped in to tell him about.

He hadn't even realized how quickly the day had gone by, but it had to have been past four thirty at this point, seeing as he was beginning to receive the occasional dinner order. Of course, people like the man Caterina had just given the eggs to still ordered breakfast food throughout the day. Perhaps that was what set Axel's diner apart from the others. He never really had those stupid breakfast versus dinner menus that major corporations employed. Of course, this decision came mostly from the fact that Axel had the habit of eating things like pizza for breakfast and toast for dinner. His diet was an odd one that consisted mostly of whatever he could find in the kitchen at the time. After cooking for others all day, he didn't really feel like cooking for himself.

He carried the sandwich out and set it down on the table before the patron that had ordered it. Before the customer had even said "thank you", he'd mumbled out "you're welcome". In fact, his attention was mostly directed toward Cat as she moved around the diner just as systematically as him. So, she was gorgeous and she worked well? Axel couldn't help but mentally pat himself on the back as he retreated to the kitchen and started making grilled cheese in a pan.

"So, how am I doing thus far?" asked a voice. Axel jumped slightly, looking up quickly and almost flipping the sandwich out of its pan. He should have heard her, damn it. Shaking it off as simply getting too into cooking, Axel flashed a smile at Cat.

"Well, damn, I think you're doing a great job," Axel replied, flipping the sandwich over. "The customers seem to be happy and you're certainly doing your job thoroughly." He set the sandwich down on a plate and picked it up in one of his hands. "I'm sure I made the right choice hiring you on to the staff." Axel handed the plate off to the other waitress before turning to face Cat again. "So, if you don't mind me asking, why'd you leave Italy and come here?"

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"So, if you don't mind me asking, why'd you leave Italy and come here?"

ImageCaterina's smile faltered, just ever so slightly, the contented facade wavering. Of course this question would come. Who in there right mind would leave such a beautiful warm place for such a dreary and cold existence? It still caught her breath though, sparking a look of regret to pass through her powder blue eyes like the fall of an angel's forgotten feather. "I um-" Cat paused, gaze darting around the dusky diner. "I came to be with my cousin, la mia famiglia. His name is Alarick?" She poised it like a question, hoping he might have heard of the Italian American in this small town.

"I am not close with my mother or father, I have no siblings...but Alarick and I played together as bambini...children I mean." she amended herself, trying to remember to speak her father's native tongue and not her wicked mother's. "I spoke to him a while ago before moving, but not since I got here. He knows I was coming though." She sighed heavily, her smile slightly more forced now. "What about you MR. Axel." Cat laughed. "Have you been living here your whole life? Or did you and your wife move here from far away too?" Caterina was fishing now, purely researching her boss she reasoned, not for personal interest. Nope. One should always know just who it is they are employed for right?

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Just seconds after asking the question, Axel knew he'd been wrong to do so. While he didn't exactly catch the falter in her smile, he did catch the sudden change in her overall demeanor. The hitch in her breath, the dart of the eyes, and the look of something in those same eyes brought him to the conclusion. That and, of course, he could literally sense how anxious she'd suddenly become. What was that emotion in her pristine, sky blue eyes? Fear? Worry? Guilt? Perhaps a mixture of all three?

Axel's brow furrowed slightly and he shifted his position so he could lean against the counter and listen to her attentively. At the mention of Alarick, he nodded quickly. Everyone knew each other in such a small town. Even if you weren't truly fond of them, you still knew them. It wasn't that Axel hated the young man, Alarick was simply one of those men who slept with women constantly or, at least, that's what Axel assumed. He ignored the fact that he was being hypocritical. Indeed, he knew he had been the same way before Albrecht had hitched a ride out to California and left him to step up and become the Alpha.

"Yeah, I know Alarick," he replied, nodding again. "Nice kid. He came in here this morning with a few...friends." He lied, hoping it really wouldn't matter to her. And, he almost felt his tongue slip and say "Hunters" instead of friends. He wasn't usually one to fly off the broom handle and make accusations but it certainly was a bit peculiar to see so many faces from all different walks of life talking quietly in a diner. Regardless, now was not the time for such thinking. Cat's words also brought him back into reality.

"What about you, Mr. Axel? Have you been living here your whole life? Or did you and your wife move here from far away too?" Axel blinked in surprise up at Caterina, as if he hadn't expected her to address him. Jesus, what should he say? I'm sort of engaged to my older brother's ex but we're just dating for now? That sounded a bit odd, to say the least. In desperation, he let out a slightly nervous laugh which he later would kick himself for mentally.

"Me? Married?" he asked, brow raising in surprise, which he used to mask the concern he felt for messing up what he would say. "I'm not married, actually. I'm single." He stopped, brow furrowing, as he realized that wasn't entirely true either. Yet, he didn't want to completely ruin his chances with Cat, either. Saying he was married or engaged would certainly throw her off and he really didn't want that. At the same time, though, he couldn't tell her he was single. That would certainly set him and Leanna back years in their relationship. "Well, actually, I have a girlfriend. We're, uh, we're at a really awkward point in our relationship, though. A little bit of an impasse...but not really." He sighed and then laughed, shaking his head.

"I've been here since I was a kid, though," he replied, almost slipping and saying "pup" out of instinct. "My parents and grandparents grew up here too...none of them were willing to strike it big in the real world, I guess." He winced subtly. Except for Albrecht, the damn coward. "Anyway, my life's boring...what, um, what was life like back in Italy? Is it as beautiful as they make it out to be?" In the meantime, he'd set to work on another round of orders to keep his hands busy as he spoke with Caterina.

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She tested the words out on her tongue. "....A little bit of an impasse...but not really....." She smiled. "I am sorry Axel, I do not understand what that means. An impasse is a predicament affording no obvious escape...are you trying to escape your girlfrend? A little bit?" Caterina teased, cocking her head to the side like a curious kitten. She knew it was inappropriate to bate her boss, on personal levels no less, but she could not help herself. He was so obviously flustered by the subject, unsure of himself in a way she could tell he usually was not. His second quesion came as no surprize either, she'd of been eager herself to reflect the topic up for conversaton on her partner in his position, but she did not want to think of home. This was home now.

ImageShe couldn't say how it would take a lifetime of grovelling repentance in exchange for the honor of a place in her mother's shadow, to be a satellite locked in permanent orbit around the brilliance of Silvia De Luca's sun, permitted only to reflect, never to shine on her own. She couldn't tell how her father had shamed their family with his actions, leaving them to reap the cruelity of the upper class societial judgements. And lastly, she could not mention how she came to find her grandmother was a witch, that generations of powerful magic runs through her veins; but that she had been cast out. Viewed at the negative film to their bright photographs for something beyond her control. Her chance of happiness in Italy had ghosted into smoke as substantial as just another of her grandmother's skillfully woven illusions. What was it like back in Italy? Lonely. Alone with nothing more than thoughts writhing in her head deadly and restless as a nest of vipers.

But Caterina was not usually one to feel sorry for herself, to dwell on paths untaken or choices sealed and done with, and she would not start now. "Italy was beautiful, the most beautiful place in the world." She lightly skipped over the part about her life there with ease. "But you know what? I am glad to be here. Content to not 'strike it big'." She chucked softly at him. "It is like I am in stasis, suspended in the negative space between the ending of one chapter and the start of the next...The anticipatory hush of the world rings loud in my ears—I'm free; free to write my own story, fill the empty pages with my own words. That's what wasn't in Italy. Here is just as beautiful in a whole nother respect."

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Axel flushed slightly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as he looked down at the sandwich before him, which he was in the middle of working on. "Well, erm..." he began, stopping. Well, impasse did explain the situation well enough...though it would sound pretty odd to someone unfamiliar with his predicament. "Heh, English was never really my strongest subject at school. I was more of the athletic jock type, you know?" He looked up, noticed the cocking of her head, and smiled a bit. Jeez, he'd known her for a few hours and he still couldn't help but stare at her.

She took her time, though, to formulate her response to his second question. For a while, as the time without a response grew, he worried that he'd upset her in some way. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to..." he said after a while, worried he'd struck a nerve in some way with the question. Regardless, she did answer him after a while and he listened attentively as he placed a few orders on to a metal tray and set it on another counter to give him more room to work on.

"Yeah, I imagine it was really pretty," Axel replied, smiling back at her. "You always hear about the sights there and whatnot..." He leaned against the counter behind him, gripping it on either side of his body as he crossed one leg over the other. "But, it's good you enjoy it here." He nodded slowly at the simile, making a slight "huh" as he comprehended it. "So, do you think living here is the beginning of your next chapter, or is living here just more of that 'stasis' you're in?" He straightened up again and then walked over to the sink and poured a glass of water for himself before he turned back to Cat. "Do you need something to eat or drink, by the way? Reduced prices for employees." He set the glass down and sighed.

"What would you do if you were in my shoes with this 'impasse' thing of mine?" he asked curiously, cocking his head like a dog might. "I mean...I'm just about at a loss right now and you seem like you'd have better advice than anyone around here...hell, you know the definition of more words than I do, I bet, and I was raised speaking English."

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Axel set the glass of orange juice down before Lea and she gratefully accepted it, taking a long sip.

"No, really, I'm fine," she promised at his offer of something else. "I already ate before I left home. At least the toaster is one thing that's still working in that house," she laughed. She then turned her attention back to her drink, taking another sip.

Leanna looked up to the sound of an accented woman's voice saying the name of her mate. The woman was undoubtedly pretty, though something about her looked out of place. Leanna studied her over her orange juice, wondering what about her it could possibly be that didn't feel right. Axel turned towards her, greeting her, complimenting her on her accent before asking her what she wanted. The woman responded that she was here for the waitressing position.

Axel moved to interview her and Leanna turned her attention away, leaving them to it. Noticing that, in Axel's absence, dishes were beginning to pile up, Leanna stood up. Though she wasn't working at the moment and truly had no obligation to help out, she knew Axel was busy and once they were, inevitably, married, this diner would be as much hers as it was his. There was no point in her sitting there doing nothing when she could be of use. She filled a sink with water, pouring some washing up liquid in which foamed on contact. She quickly washed the piled up dishes, cups and cutlery before drying them.

Leanna then refilled her glass with orange juice and sat back down at the bar. She could easily hear Axel and the hopeful waitress' conversation, and something about it made her pause. She was giggling. Axel was blushing. She brushed her tongue across her lips. Axel was grinning. They were flirting.

Leanna shifted awkwardly and a horrible sickness settled in her stomach. Maybe it was her? She'd had two chances, two Wolff brothers, and she didn't seem to be able to keep either. Axel didn't want her. He'd never really wanted her. All it took was one pretty Italian girl to walk through that door and he'd thrown himself at her like he'd been starved of any sort of romantic attention his whole life.

"Me? Married? I'm not married, actually. I'm single. Well, actually, I have a girlfriend. We're, uh, we're at a really awkward point in our relationship, though. A little bit of an impasse...but not really."

Lea felt as though she'd been kicked in the stomach. She knew their relationship was awkward and uncomfortable, but that was private. To everyone else, they were meant to present the front of perfect couple. Even between them they tried to keep the facade that everything was okay. Yet, here Axel was, claiming to be single. She was doing her duty. She always had done. She'd done everything that had ever been asked of her, but it just wasn't enough.

Leanna fixed her eyes on her orange juice, staring into it intently, her eyes blazing with anger. How could he?

"Leanna...?" a familiar voice came from beside her.

Leanna froze.

"Leanna Romero?"

Her muscles locked and she stopped breathing, as though the air had suddenly been sucked from the room. She felt a chill run across her skin, even though the diner was perfectly warm. Her eyes went wide and her heart began to thud desperately in her chest.

It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. He'd gone. He'd left her. Left behind his home, his family, his fiancé. She'd believed she'd never see him again. She'd pushed his memory and all thoughts of him so far from her mind. But she still instantly recognised his voice. There was no other such a voice could belong to. It was the voice she'd grown up being best friends with. The voice that had told her he loved her. The voice that had asked her to marry him. And then it was the voice that had broken her heart.

She wanted to get up and walk out of the diner. Leave him, forget him, the way he had forsaken her. But she couldn't. She had to see him. She had to put her eyes on him. She wanted to touch him, just so she knew he was really there. Know she wasn't going mad. After a long moment, Leanna turned around. Instantly, she was reacquainted with his family face. Her eyes followed the curve of his jawbone, finding his lovely brown eyes against his tanned skin. He was almost just as she remembered him. There were a few more lines on his face and his hairline was receding. But he was still as attractive as he had been before. He was still the man she'd fallen in love with.

"Albrecht... I, um, what are you...?" She stumbled over her words, suddenly nervous. Her chest tightened and she took a deep breath. "Hi," she said finally, her voice much softer. Hurt and loss clouded her eyes, unable to keep the emotion from her face. She looked down, trying to gather some composure.

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ImageCaterina chuckled lightly, trying in earnest to wipe off the 'cat that ate the canary' smirk she knew rested on her lips. HE IS YOUR BOSS! Why on Earth are you eating up his attention? You have been in town all of five minutes, why are you being such a flirt?! She mentally reprimanded. Cat was never one to seek out a relationship, especially not ones of an inappropriate nature. She had never before had the time for men what with her position on student council, yearbook committee, job at the newspaper, cheerleading squad captain, over achievers club, etc. Yet here she was, fawning over this American like he had all the answers to what she had been missing in life. Pathetic, a petulant voice nagged at the back of her mind, but she quickly brushed it away when he flashed her a smile. The situation might have been, she supposed, remotely amusing to anyone who could of actually found it within themselves to have joined in with the canned laughter on the old sitcoms, though she personally couldn't find anything funny about the slightly increasing speed of the beating of her heart, or the way her eyes were lingering on his mussed-up hair that looked as if he had run his fingers through it about a hundred times. It may have been a cliche, the woman who was crushing on her boss, but it inspired no jokes in her mind.

"I really do truly hope it's the next chapter, I am so tired of waiting to turn the page." She replied, a ghost of some odd distant expression coming and going over her face like a ripple in a pond passing in and out of the sunlight. He politely offered her a drink after that, which in spite of the oddly shaped lump forming in her throat, she refused. Axel's next question was a plea for advice, and she could not have broke into a sweat any quicker. Why would he ask her that? If she says break it off, you obviously have next to no desire to stay with this mystery girl; she looks like some predatory slut, trying to wriggle her way into homewrecker status. If she says why not try to work on things, she seems disinterested and he might leave her alone. She definitely didn't want that.

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ImageCaterina parted her lips hesitantly to speak up when she felt it, a low steady note in the marrow of her bones, in the gray matter of her brain, dancing along her nerves with the distant promise of coming pain. It pricked at the bubble of warm, vague happiness that had been fogging her senses since she started chatting up her boss and suddenly everything felt oddly surreal. She clamped her mouth shut, and whipped her head toward the door. Those eyes falling on nothing worth noting took to darting around the room in a flighty panicked way. What on Earth had brought that flush of power to surge in her veins? There was no denying it now, it was her magic screaming at her some vague warning. Wolves are all around you, the diner is filled to the brim with them. It tried to say. Albrecht, Sam, Leanna, Axel; they are everywhere. But she hadn't learned to speak the the language yet.

Caterina just wanted so badly to exorcize, cut that force within her body out like the cancer it was. Her breaths started coming in short staccato bursts through her mouth and she had the dizzying feeling that if she looked out of the corners of her eyes, she would see the world tilting around her in a physical manifestation of the storm brewing in her chest. But before Axel could ask her what was wrong, as that was what was obviously coming next with the faintly troubled line puckering the space between his brows, the static crackling in her blood crescendoed with a pop. Cat's eyes widened in horror as the bulbs in the over-head lights shattered one by one in a line, showering everyone in the diner with glass and sparks.

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Axel sipped thoughtfully at the glass of water clutched in his hand, still watching Cat closely. It wasn't that he didn't trust her or something like that, he was simply still in awe that someone this attractive had come to work in his cafe. Granted, Leanna was still one of the most gorgeous women he had ever met. It hit him then and he realized in a moment of dread that she was right out there and could hear everything he said to this woman, a woman he'd met only hours ago as opposed to Leanna with whom he'd been cultivating a relationship for ages. Fuck...God damn it, he couldn't help but think, jaw clenching briefly until Leanna continued to speak.

"I really do truly hope it's the next chapter, I am so tired of waiting to turn the page." He nodded along with that, agreeing silently. "I hear you," he added to further express his agreement. Her way of thinking oddly reminded him of his brother who had, like her, left his home to start a new chapter. The damn coward...Axel wondered how his "new chapter" was going, where ever he'd chosen to start it. He nodded again when she denied the water, perhaps a bit surprised by it seeing as he could literally smell the rising unease on her. Was everything alright...?

ImageStill nursing the drink of water, Axel waited for some sort of response out of Caterina to address his question. It seemed he'd get one when she opened her mouth tentatively. Without a warning, her mouth shut and she turned to face the door.

"Cat...?" Axel asked curiously, slowly setting his glass down on the counter as her eyes darted around the room like she was suddenly fearful of something. Her breath quickened to the point where he became even more worried and even thought she'd faint right there. A line formed on his forehead, creasing in concern and worry for the Italian beauty. "Cat, wh-?" He began to ask her what was wrong, but he could barely finish his second word before the light bulbs throughout the diner shattered. Instinctively, Axel shielded his head from the flying glass and then waved a hand before his face to clear and sort of debris floating in the air before him. Out in the front room, he heard voices crying out in shock and fear. From the light that filtered through a single window, Axel blinked at Caterina with wide eyes. Obviously, whatever had happened must have correlated with whatever happened beforehand. He opened his mouth to speak at first, but closed it quickly and hurried toward the front room.

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It was much easier to see there, though still almost pitch black due to the basically set sun. However, heightened senses came in handy. Maneuvering over piles of glass, he started toward where Leanna had been sitting. Now, however, he saw Sam and Caro. He smiled quickly at the two. "Everything alright?" the Alpha asked, instincts kicking in. Surprisingly, he'd managed to stay calm, but that was probably because he knew getting too worked up would cause him to lose control and go into wolf form. Most wolves had a grip on their powers, but Axel was always a hot-headed man and he tended to lose a grip on reality and shift.

There was one person in the group, however, that he didn't recognize at first. They sat to Leanna's side and had such a familiar, wolf-like smell that he thought it was a rogue who had just moved in. Then, the face came into focus and Axel's hazel eyes widened. "You..." he said softly at first, unable to really put his thoughts into place. "You. You bastard!" Albrecht looked back with a grin as Axel almost lunged over the counter at him, grabbing the front of the older man's shirt. "You think you can leave and just come back here?! What the hell are you doing?!" By then, he was just about leaning on the counter with Albrecht's face held inches from his as the two men exchanged glares. Though the humans in the room wouldn't be able to really see the scene, they still heard the sound of Axel yelling. Their reaction was mixed; some patrons watched eagerly while others left in worry. They knew what the men in that group looked like-- tall and muscular-- they certainly did not want to risk being caught near their fight.

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Albrecht was absolutely ecstatic. In only a few minutes, just about everything was rushing back to him. He was able to, if even for just a few minutes, pretend he simply hadn't left and he was just being greeted by friends. Or, perhaps, that everything was going to be perfectly fine and would go according to the mental plan he'd made up before coming here. As far as he knew, his father was alive. As far as he knew, he was the next in line to become Alpha male. He was absolutely oblivious and he didn't even seem to care.
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For example, he didn't even seem to notice how upset Leanna looked. She obviously wasn't as overjoyed as he was by this extemporaneous meeting. His innocent question, which he assumed she'd be able to answer quickly, seemed to surprise her. Lea gave him a look that almost unnerved him, as if she was trying to read his emotions or thoughts. Her anger dissipated and was quickly overcome with...pity? Albrecht's brow furrowed.

"Leanna...?" he asked, cocking his head slightly. "Lea, what's wrong?" Oh God, had he said something that upset her? Had he done something (besides leave the state) that got her angry? But, then, why was she pitying him with that gaze of hers.

"Albrecht...your father, he's-" Leanna cut herself off when Sam entered and, distracted by the other male, Al forgot completely about what Leanna had begun to say. Next, Caroline entered along with the old woman who Albrecht really couldn't think of a name for. He knew the face and he knew she was related to Caro, but he had completely forgotten her name in his time away.

Having greeted Caro, she cried out in joy and threw her arms around his neck. "You're back! God, I missed you!" Albrecht wrapped his thick arms quickly around the blonde, his broad smile still plastered on to his visage. Perhaps it would stick there forever, seeing as it hadn't fallen since he entered the diner. As she pulled away, he reluctantly let go of her and sat back down at the bar. "God, I missed you guys..." he mumbled, laughing lightly in a breathy manner. "I've missed you all..." In his mind, nothing could ruin this moment.

The blow out of the bulbs around the diner frightened just about all of the patrons. Albrecht leapt slightly in surprise, jumping off of his seat for a moment only to land back on it. Instinctively, he held his arms out to shield Leanna from the flying shards of glass. He may have left her for years but he still did care for her like he had before. Even Leanna would be unable to completely deny that fact. Slowly, he moved away a bit and settled back in his seat, ruffling his ebony locks with one hand to clear the glass from it. The kitchen door suddenly opened and Albrecht looked up as he heard an oddly familiar voice. "Everything alright?" The smile returned, yet again as the man's eyes settled upon his younger brother.

"Axel..." he murmured, expecting the younger man to come running over to greet him. The diner was quickly clearing, but he didn't seem to notice. Instead, the werewolf studied his brother. The clothing style of the shorter werewolf was still just about the same. All of the Wolff boys had worn flannel and jeans for ages. It was warm and it was convenient. But, his younger brother had, it seemed, aged a bit. His forehead had creased with worry upon entering, but he also just seemed older overall as compared to when he was in his twenties. It seemed like, to Albrecht, that the weight of the world had been dropped on to the shoulders of his only sibling. Why was that, he wondered.

"You..." Axel said softly, eyes wide as he looked at Albrecht. The latter smiled.

"Me," he confirmed, nodding.

"You. You bastard!" Al's eyes widened and his grin fell.
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"What...?!" In an instant, Axel just about flung himself across the counter and latched on to his brother's shirt collar, holding it tightly in surprisingly strong hands. He must have really gotten more into shape after I left, Albrecht mused, pulling his head slightly away from Axel as the man only pulled Al's face closer.

"You think you can leave and just come back here?! What the hell are you doing?!" Albrecht roughly pulled back and, unable to completely stop himself, fell from the bar stool. In an instant, though, he was back on his feet and glaring at Axel.

"What the hell, Axel?!" he snapped. "I leave for years and that's how you greet me?" Axel's jaw dropped and then he snickered harshly before quickly coming around the counter to stand before Albrecht. The two men were only an inch apart with Albrecht at six feet, one inch and Axel at six feet on the dot. The shorter man sized himself up against Albrecht would stared back with anger evident in his expression.

"You left the pack. You left mom and dad." He snarled. The patrons who had filled the diner now began to leave completely, quite unnerved by how animalistic the two men looked. "You were supposed to be Alpha, not me! I hope you're fucking happy now..." Axel threw a punch at Albrecht, but the taller male easily dodged it and then kicked Axel in the shin, summoning a sharp cry from the Alpha male.

"What the hell do you mean?" he growled. "Dad's the Alpha, I'll be the Alpha after him." A glare of hatred met him from Axel as the Alpha tentatively stood upon his throbbing leg.

"Dad died, you idiot...he's been dead for years and you haven't known?!" Al's countenance cleared and he stepped back slowly, processing the information. He was dead? No...no, that couldn't be right. That would mean Axel would be Alpha and Axel couldn't be the Alpha. He just wasn't capable of it! Albrecht had been training to be Alpha for ages and now it was Axel? No. He wouldn't allow it.

"T-then...then I'm Alpha, AJ. I'm back now and I should be Alpha." Axel had leaned up against a table by then, ignoring the pain in his leg. It was definitely going to bruise for a while but, given his wolf powers, would probably heal overnight. AJ shook his head and then snickered again at Al, which just made the older man angrier.

"You had your chance. I'm not letting an outsider run my pack. No, you left to explore the world and you left us here to rot. I'm not just going to let you run my pack." Al's face contorted in an expression one would easily find on a wolf's face. For a moment, Axel feared the man would shift right then and there in his diner. Instead, though, Albrecht clenched his fists.

"Screw you..." he muttered.

"Get out of my diner, you bastard. I don't want to see your ugly mug around this place again or anywhere for this matter. And if you try to take this pack from me, I will personally claw your eyes out." He stood up quickly, the adrenaline coursing through him and allowing him to rush at the older werewolf who simply glared at Axel, looked over at the rest of his pack members sadly, and then pushed roughly against the door to open it.

Axel sighed and then settled back against the table, breathing slowly to try and calm himself. "I...I'm going home," he murmured, his voice monotonous as he started to stand. "Lock it up when you all leave, Sam." A light yelp came from his mouth, sounding very much like a hurt dog, as he limped into the kitchen to get to the back door. "Cat, I'm leaving. You better head out soon. No use working without lights." He didn't even wait for a response from the woman before he exited the diner and slammed the door shut. In moments, the sound of his motorcycle revving up was heard and Axel raced down the street on his bike.

Despite the pain in his leg, he wasn't going straight home. Instead, he'd probably ride around aimlessly for half an hour to try and piece together what had just happened. Then, perhaps, he wold return to the old cabin.

Albrecht, on the other hand, returned to his home by himself. The man who had helped drive his belongings over had, in fact, left the boxes inside and the furniture (or whatever furniture he had already) outside. For a while, he unpacked things and tried to make his new home as homely as possible. Earlier, he'd thought Axel might let him move back into the Wolff cabin but, now, he knew such a thing was extremely unlikely. By the time he'd set up a bed on his old couch, Al's eyelids were fluttering and, so, he laid down and fell asleep swiftly, still plagued with thoughts of that day.

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ImageCat couldn't fit any words around the freezing block that had dropped down her throat. She couldn't make herself look Axel in the eye, an admission of her own guilt. Luckily for the distressed witch, his attentions seemed to lie elsewhere. Within seconds, he had leapt from his seat to rush to his girlfriend's side where she stood with their friends, and was making sure they were unharmed.

Her grandmother's words curled around the insides of her skull like the coils of a snake. Black Magic, Evil. A tide of self-hatred broke over Caterina, the same old song; she receded with it, letting herself tumble away into the deep. She envisioned black corruption roiling like waves inside of her heart, hearing the horrible hissing rasp of the devil beneath her airy voice, her beautiful smile wreathed in smoke and lies. She was at a loss, what was she to do? Cat's torrent of emotion had her standing on the edge of a great precipice, looking down into a pit that was a panic attack.

She trepidatiously rose from her seat and cracked the kitchen door, peaking out at the scene unfolding in the dimly lit diner, hoping to gage what everyone had suspected went down. Nearly all of the diner patrons had exited the establishment, but Axel and a mystery man were exchanging unpleasant words, hairs bristling on the back of their necks, air crackling with a prefight tension. Words like Pack and Alpha were being thrown around as if Axel's informal type of discourse contained statements like that on a regular basis.

ImageAfter a few shoves, and some not so idle threats, the boss stormed back toward where Cat was hiding. She practically flew back to her seat, wiping the mascara streaked tears from her tan cheeks and raking her long nails through her tangled black tresses. "Cat, I'm leaving. You better head out soon. No use working without lights." He growled, not sparing her a glance. She nodded weakly her voice hoarse when she croaked her reply, "Ci, Ci." What the hell was all of that about?

Moments later, Cat found herself racing down the streets of Bellingstone in her little fiat 500. Her fingers drummed nervously on the dark wood of the steering wheel, chewing on her lower lip as she attempted wrapping her mind around what had happened, her brow looking as if she had an actual weight pressing down on her forehead. At least Axel's argument had succeeded in distracting her from her little outburst, now she was determined to understand why her boss spoke as if he were some sort of animal, a lupo. Cat would have to consult the grimoire when she got home...