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Derek Hale

"Shut up or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth."

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

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"I've been born with something that most people would kill for.
The wolf is a gift."






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Race: WereWolf

Gender: Male

Age:23

Nicknames: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT TRY AND NICKNAME HIM!
IF YOU DO DO NOT CALL HIM THAT TO HIS FACE!! Don't say you weren't warned.

Occupation: Mechanic

Pack/Coven Name: Former of Beacon wolves, now a lone wolf.

Rank in Pack/Coven:Was in line to be Alpha when he came of age







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Height: 6'2

Weight: 210lbs

Build: Muscular, fit

Hair Color: black

Eye Color:ice blue

Scars?: He has a Tattoo of a A Triskelion on his back, it was his family's emblem.

Brief Written Description: There are a lot of things that Derek does that are A) creepy and B) unacceptable and C) UNACCEPTABLY CREEPY...it is just his air and vibe he gives off that says "Oh hell no. Stay away." Other than that weirdness, he is considered to be quite handsome. Derek has a heavy brow hat seems perpetually furrowed, piercing bright blue eyes that contrast against his paler skin, an angular tiny nose, hollowed cheeks, and a square jaw blanketed in obsidian scruff. And that's just the man's face! His physique is a whole other matter entirely. To put it bluntly, the dudes buff.

Clothing Preference: Will be seen in jeans of any brand, a comfortable tee shirt that is of a solid color or a old 'wife-beater, and his signature black leather jacket. With Derek, there isn't much wriggle room in his wardrobe. He is simple and to the point.





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Skills:
  • Competitive
  • strong
  • fast
  • trained in fighting
  • raised to lead
  • can also fix anything with an engine, Derek is quite the car savant.

Quirks:
When and if he ever smiles, his two from teeth
are just slightly bigger than the rest of his teeth,
making him look a bit like a bunny.

Likes:
  • WORKING OUT!
  • His car
  • His leather jacket
  • control
  • scaring people

Dislikes:
  • losing control
  • losing
  • vampires
  • hunters
  • Omega wolves

Fears:
  • Death
  • people getting close to him or seeing his weaknesses
  • not being strong enough

Written description: Derek Hale can be confident, intelligent, brave, and self-sacrificing(God, is he self-sacrificing!). But Derek is definately not all good traits and sinfully put together muscles. He is distrusting, easy to anger, irrational, stand-offish, and rude at the best of times. He has a major chip on his shoulder and serious issues with opening up or getting close to anyone. His blunt honesty and curt responses sometimes leave people with the impression that he is hateful and cruel, but that's not always the case. Derek is complicated, more than anything, with a personality like a...well...like a sea urchin. Outwardly he is sharp barbs and spikes, dangerous and scary; but to the core he is just as soft as the rest of us. He prides himself on being intimidating. A series of threats is always known to come out of Derek’s mouth. His heartbreak has caused him to lose an essence of his own innocent. No longer was Derek so naive, instead becoming darker. Kate’s betrayal caused him to grow cynical, filled with rage and anger, as well as untrusting to others.




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Relationship Status: Taken -- See, Derek looks grumpy 24/7, even when with Sara; but with her his roughness is almost teasing. Batting back. Acting scary and intimidating to poke fun at this little smartass (OH GOD THAT ALMOST SOUNDED AFFECTIONATE) instead of being scary and intimidating because that’s what he is; because that’s what the hunters have made him. Sara is the only one who brings this out in Derek - the inner puppy. The part of Derek that still wants to roughhouse, and play, and fool around with someone. Moments-with-Sara give a rare glimpse of Derek who’s still human, and not just a werewolf on werewolf business. Someone who’s not just about shoving people into walls and running from hunters and fighting monsters and getting his heart hurt. Someone who still wants, beneath the harshness and the anger and the guilt and the duties of being an alpha, things like joy and fun and someone to nudge around and get nudged back. And it’s Sara who brings this out instantly...even a broody bastard like Derek can’t resist her charms.


Brief History: “You’re running...and once you start, you don’t stop. You’ll always be running.”

Derek Hale was born in Beacon Hills, California, growing up in a typical American family of Were's. He was groomed from the start to be an Alpha when he became of age, showing he was the strongest and fastest of his many siblings, constantly challenging his parents with a devil-may-care grin. Though this meant he'd have to take on a lot of resposibility, it never daunted little Derek. He was always up for the task. As a teen,things became more complicated. While still in high school, he entered into a relationship with Kate Argent, a kind seeming human girl. This was against his parents wishes as the Hales had been choosing mates from other clans of Were's for centuries. Derek stood fast by his choice, he believed he loved her and that that was all that truely mattered. He was unaware at the time that Kate was only sleeping with him to get close to his family...She was a hunter.

Later, with the help of several conspirators, Kate Argent orchestrated an arson attack at the Hale House in which most of Derek’s family was killed. Derek was at school when the fire was set, leaving him the only one not burned alive. This was a seminal event in the young man’s life defining much of his behavior.

He DIDN’T learn to guard his family’s secret with impunity, because he fell in love with a girl he didn’t know was a psychotic arsonist out for werewolf blood and trusted her with it. Of course it’s not Derek’s fault that she turned out to be Kate the hunter, and of course it’s not his fault that she burned his family’s house to the ground with them inside of it, but Derek blamed himself for it. It’s presently obvious in the deeply misguided and often incredibly problematic way he attempts to protect those he considers close.

Derek lived in the ruined crumbling remains of the house for a while, not able to move on, trying to be a lone wolf, but it became much to difficult to manage his wolfish side around humans twenty four seven. It is a maddening thing to be the only one of your kind for miles, that's why in the wild, lone wolves rarely survive. So, in the end, Derek came to Bellingstone looking for sanctuary. He didn't want to be in a pack again but figured their presence would be soothing to his wolf. He was totally wrong.


"I learnt when I trust people, I am less safe. When I trust people, I am relinquishing control, and losing that power implicitly means I cannot control what happens to that part of my life. Therefore, I must not trust anyone, because the only way I can be in control of my life and my safety is to avoid giving that control to others in any way.”

So begins...

Derek Hale's Story

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Derek was 'glad' to have left Beacon Hills. Why would you want to be in a place that is home to the single worst memory of your existence? His well worn nike tennis shoes pounded against the wet and salted pavement of the road leading into Bellingstone, his heart keeping time with beats that matched his steps. He was donned in navy blue sweat pants but had shed his matching hoodie long ago, now only covered by his form fitting white ribbed tank top. As a born Werewolf, his average body tempeture was much higher than the average human's, this cold winter air didn't break his sweat.

There were a mirade of memories running rampant in Derek's mind as jogged that morning. He flashed back to staring at the scorched walls of the Hale house from the porch. He wanted to look away, but when he attempted looking past the building, his eyes kept drifting to the charcoal walls obscuring his right peripheral. They were still kind of sturdy, that is to say they held up the roof. What was left of it anyway. Derek knew, from growing up happily there the previous years, that the house had actually been a creamy shade of white with blue shutters on the windows. Now everything was covered in varying shades of gray and black....and there in the door way stood his father.
That wasn't right...his memories were getting jumbled together now. His father died in that fire.

"Derek."

Derek nearly jumped right out of his skin, obviously startled by his father's voice. Mr. Hale just smiled happily at the lone wolf who was now attempting to appear thoroughly unimpressed. "Good morning, Sourwolf!" "Go away, Dad." Derek replied turning back into the darkness of his house. He wanted this flash back or hallucination to dissipate. Now. "Hey!" His father called, waving the container he'd apparently been holding this whole time as he trailed after the younger wolf. "Is that how you treat people who bring you things?" Derek paused, turning around slowly. He glanced warily at the man and then at the item in his hands. "What is it." The younger male asked without inflection. "That is not a question, Sour Wolf." Mr. Hale pointed out. "Go away, Dad." Derek repeated, turning back again, pain seeping into his voice. "Wait! I brought you actual food!" His father said, walking up to the lone wolf. "Actual food." Derek said. Once again making it a statement rather than a question. "Yes, you don't eat nearly enough anymore since me and your mom died. I had her whip you up your old favorite, baked Rabbit." He explained, holding the container out. Derek's ice chip eyes flickered to it momentarily before returning to his fathers honey brown ones. "Derek...I-"

It was then the loud blarring of a car horn snapped Derek from his day dream. He had made it all the way into town now, and apparently crossed too far toward the center of the street. The driver finally laid off his horn long enough to flip Derek a choice finger, and speed away. The werewolf let out a puff of hot air angrily, vapor trails lingering around his mouth, before continuing his run. Normally he would have bypassed the actual town itself all together, and jogged on the outskirts, that was his usual route; but he was here now. Might as well.

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Gabby's eyes slowly opened to see the early morning light streaming through her window. Instantly she shut her eyes again. God, she hated the sun. Instantly she reached over and grabbed her black sunglasses from her bedside table and placed them over her eyes. She was still extremely young, by vampire standards, and couldn't deal with the sunlight without her sunglasses yet. It was blinding, and made her feel completely drained. It was one of the worst feelings, because being a vampire made her feel strong and fast and powerful. She wished she could be like the vampires in movies and books, and just sleep through the day and prowl the streets at night. For some strange reason, her body wouldn't allow her. So she was doomed to deal with that damn sunlight every single day.

It was Sunday, a day that would have been extremely busy in her old life. She would have been up extremely early to attend church, and then her family would have gone out for Sunday brunch. In the evening she would have had bible study for a few hours, and then her family always gathered around the television together at night. The thought was bittersweet. She still loved her family, even though she didn't know where they were, or even if they were still alive. After she had been turned, she hadn't even said goodbye to her family. She had just taken off from school without a word to anybody. Well, except Adam. He had gotten what was coming to him. The thought of it still made her smile.

After lying there for many minutes, she finally sighed and pushed herself into a sitting position. It was time to get up and do something with her day. She decided to curl her hair, pinning the front back with a bobby pin. After she was satisfied with her appearance in the mirror, she quickly changed into a black pair of leggings, as well as a white lacy tank top and a black leather jacket. It was seductive enough, yet not verging on slutty. Of course, her mother wouldn't let her wear it on a Sunday, let alone on any day. But she was her own woman now, and enjoyed showing off her feminine body. She completed her outfit with a pair of bright red pumps.

She stepped out of her apartment, shades still on, and began the short walk to the center of town. She was relatively new to the town, from the supernatural's perspective, and still didn't know many of the people in Bellingstone. She had no idea what her plan was for the day, but she was most certainly going to go out and meet someone new today. The possibilities were endless. Her heels made a distinctive clack against the sidewalk as she entered town.

Gabby's thoughts wandered as she walked, and her surroundings blurred. She didn't have a destination, and just aimlessly walked. As she turned a corner, a loud, distinctive horn blared and woke her from the daydreams. She quickly looked to her right to see a man had drifted into the center of the street and had almost been run over by a car. Then she really studied the man, and boy was he something. Dark hair, and muscles all the way from north to south. On further thought, she realized he was probably a werewolf. Normal humans, and even vampires, didn't look like that. But she didn't care. A smirk appeared on her lips. It would be fun to play.

She darted in an ally and ran as fast as she could, which for a vampire in heels was still extremely fast, and stopped a few blocks ahead. She walked through a different ally to appear on the same street, although now she was ahead of the muscled stranger instead of behind him. She began walking, although strutting would be the appropriate term. She turned her head to look behind her, and saw him catching up to her fast. She smiled and bit her lip, tilted her sunglasses down, and gave him a small wink. With that she turned back, set her glasses back over her eyes, and focused ahead of her, pretending not to notice that he was approaching within the next few seconds.

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Derek inhaled, a sort of physical anticipation tightening his muscles, and let out a slow breath of apprehension as he jogged closer to the vibrant red headed woman on the street. Did she just wink at me? Yep. She did. Huh. Derek was used to attention from the opposite sex, Hell, he sometimes got attention from his own sex, but he usually just let it roll off. However it had been quite a while since he had...gotten any. Might be nice, just one night. He shook his head. Derek wasn't the kind of man that really went for one night stands or short flings...but still...he was a man after all. He flashed a brilliant white smile at the seductive woman as he slowed his pace just a bit so's not to pass her too quickly.

That was when it hit him. Derek smelled something sickly sweet, and the acrid tint of death was teasing his keen wolf senses. Vampire. Did she know he was a wolf? Was she trying to lure him to his death? Did she have a death wish? Or was she just a totally oblivious fledgling, unaware of the different scents the supernatural carried? Derek surpressed a growl, and attempted to keep his face relatively neutral. One thing this wolf didn't posess was an admirable well of self-control from which he could draw succor, so even an act as simple as jogging past was a feat for him. Derek knew Bellingstone was supposed to be a safe haven for all supernatural, and killing a vampire for simply existing might ignite a war that he wasn't prepared to fight for.

He had now made it to her side, his eyebrows were lowered and drawn together, jaw clentched and muscles taunt and ridgid, coiled in preparation for a possible on coming attack even if it was daylight in the middle of a bustling town.

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He was coming closer, Gabby could sense it. Her body began to tingle, excitement coursing through her veins. Playing with others was one of her favorite things to do. Since becoming a vampire, she loved to toy with men's minds. She still wasn't one to sleep around, although it did happen from time to time. She wasn't ashamed of it either, as she would have been before. As a woman and a vampire, she had needs. Her mother would probably have a heart attack if she'd known all the things her 'little girl' had done the past 40 years. A smirk played upon her lips. If her mother just saw her dressed in tight leggings and a see-through shirt she would probably have a heart attack. All the things she'd done didn't even need to be said.

He was only feet away now, and she changed her strut, attempting to be as seductive as possible. Her hips swung widely, and she tossed her hair over her shoulder, letting the curls bounce freely. Then in one single moment, the entire situation changed. She could sense the change in his demeanor. He had tensed up as he came near her, and seemed to be on high alert. Still, his pace slowed, and he didn't just blow right past her, nor did he instantly attack her. Obviously he was waiting for her to make the first move. Fine, she'd stay playful, and hoped he would lighten up a notch... or five. Yet she was still annoyed, for he had ruined all of her anticipation.

"Oh, put your claws away, wolf," she said casually, not even caring to look over at him. All werewolves seemed so angry and hot-headed. Just because they were of a different species didn't mean they had to rip each other's heads off. She'd been giving him all the right signs, and yet the instance he noticed she was a vampire, he was ready to bolt. "You're no fun," she continued, and looked over at him to show she was pouting, her bottom lip stuck out slightly. Would that work for him? She didn't know. But it was worth a try at least.

All of this stranger's anger briefly made her think of Adam. Her mind didn't go there very often, but when it did, it was painful. She still to this day didn't understand how someone you loved could treat you so wrong. Gabby wasn't even sure if she understood what love was anymore. Adam had ruined that for her. She sometimes wished it hadn't been ruined for her, then at least she could go through her extremely long life with someone by her side. Or the hope that she would eventually find someone. But for now, toying and playing were fine with getting her through her days and nights. And when she was normally craving intimacy, she could easily find someone to warm her bed.

The sun was rising higher, and irritating her more. When the sun was at its peak, it was almost painful for her. She typically liked to spend that time of the day inside and away from windows. Thankfully, that time was far from here. She glanced over at Mr. Handsome next to her, pushing all of her worries and fears aside. She didn't want to be so dreary and ruin what could be a perfect day. She reached over to give his bicep a squeeze, feeling the definition of muscle underneath. "Pretty big muscles ya got there..." she said somewhat seductively, glancing his way once more.

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As the sun climbed gradually higher, the air seemed to still, and the chill of the winter night suddenly dispersed, replaced with a moderately warmer blush that seeped into every crevice it could find. Derek could hear the wild thud of his own heart. He could smell the acrid stench of hers mixed in with his own musky odor, and his mind was a literal torrent of thought. Well she isn't wittless...she knows what I am....and now she was...pouting?

Derek growled, his eyes burning a brighter blue, the veins in his forehead beginning to extrude already. He seriously needed to work on his anger management. The wolf had slowed his jog to a stop and was just standing in front of the vampirian seductress in the middle of the paved sidewalk that pandered through out the small town. It was then she reached out to touch him, her smooth, cold hands grasping at his arm. His muscles twitched slightly as he steeled his body for an attack, steeled himself to rip her throat out with his teeth; but she merely squeezed his bicep. "Pretty big muscles ya got there..." She cooed.

Derek unwittingly cocked his head slightly to the side like a confused puppy. What was she playing at? He responded in the best way he could, by taunting the potentially deadly creature in his presence with loaded sarcasm. "Oh yeah, I use them all the time when trying to pick up vampire girls. You blood suckers really go for the buff wolves." His expression never lightened, his tight frown never cracked, and his icy penetrating gaze never faltered.

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Gabby's new friend looked angry. And he actually growled. As she glanced over at him, she could swear the veins in his forehead were going to burst at any second. She honestly didn't understand what the wolves were all so angry about, but it was a trait that seemed to run in the species. She shrugged off his demeanor, even though it irritated her slightly. Obviously she wasn't going to rip his head off.. even though she could if she wanted to. She was giving him all the right signs, and he was oblivious. Maybe being a downer was a trait that ran in the species as well. She silently sent up a prayer thanking that she was a vampire and not a werewolf.

He tensed as she touched his arm, and she just rolled her eyes. Whoever this guy was, he was obviously more werewolf than man, because a totally hot girl was flirting and all he could do was be angry. He seemed generally confused as well. Just because she was a vampire, it didn't mean all she saw was a wolf. She saw an extremely toned body and with an attractive face. that was really all she cared about. He walked ahead of her, and intercepted her path. She stopped quickly, and placed her hands on her hips. She cocked one eyebrow, waiting to see what this unpredictable man was going to do next. Surprisingly enough, he just responded to her, and didn't show any increasing signs of anger. "Oh yeah, I use them all the time when trying to pick up vampire girls. You blood suckers really go for the buff wolves."

Gabby smirked. Sarcasm was a language she could understand. "All I see in front of me is a buff man," she said, reaching a finger up to twirl a curl of hair. She leaned into him, making eye contact. "You are making it pretty damn hard, though." She stayed close to him a second longer, and then leaned back, returning to her previous stance. While she was still slightly annoyed her charms weren't working, she was still having fun. She liked to play after all, and he was making it a challenge. But she still planned to succeed. And even if she failed with this man, she would just set her sights on someone else. There were plenty of men in this little town, thank god.

"My name is Gabby," she said, wanting to hold out a hand, but figuring he wouldn't return the favor, she just kept it placed on her hip. "Although, you can call me blood sucker if you really want," she continued, a grin on her face. Gabby didn't stop there. "Now, do you have a name, or should I just call you dog?" Sure, it was slightly rude, but he did call her blood sucker after all. Perhaps he only talked in the language of mean. She could play that game too. Either way, she had to get to him, because he seriously needed to lighten up. Yet even though he had a ton of anger, she had a suspicion it would be well used in the bedroom. The thought made her stomach do somersaults, and only made her persistence grow.

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

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

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

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

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

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After he finished his drinks Livius told the bartender to send him the ever clear bottles that he ordered to his home. He then left to go to the local Catholic church. He usually did not like to visit churches unless it was Sabbath. He did when he was a boy so he sure would not stop in his twelve hundreds. When he arrived at the church he walked slowly to the priest. "Father Andrea, do you have those crosses I asked for?" Andrea gave him a box filled with ten silver crosses and the vampire gave the priest a check for thirty five thousand dollars. "Here's a fraction of my tithing, I will give you the rest at the end of the month." He told the happy priest. He tithed about half a million each year to that church so he was good friends with the priest.

Livius struggled to leave the holy grounds. It felt as if he had been working against a hurricane just being inside of it. He felt like he needed some coffee so he decided to head to the diner. It always had good coffee as well as a comfortable atmosphere. As he walked across the sidewalks he heard a some talking with the reference of a "blood sucker". He walked over to the noise to see Isabella and two werewolves in town. He made note two keep track of the numbers the pack had just in case.

"Isabella. You need to talk to Cristine pronto. Important business. He looked at the other woman who he had heard say "blood suckers". "Good morning mutt." He told her and he continued walking to the diner. Perhaps he could get in a chat with Axel while he ordered his coffee.

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The sheer fury that was escaping Derek's every pore, now tangible in the air, had pooled entirely to the expression on his face. His icy blue eyes shone like beacons in the defensive sort of rage that came with being in the presence of not one, but two vampires and an unknown wolf. A low growl erupted from his chest and he proceeded to back away from the three strangers with teeth barred. "Have you all completely gone mad? I'll have nothing to do with you fangers or the pack. Back. Off. Or. Else." He ground out, tone dangerously wolfish, and his gaze as threatening as a loaded, level gun. Derek walked backward for a few paces before turning and retreating as calmy as possible down the street to a small diner. He silently hoped allowing time for the supernatural gathering on the sidewalk to disperse would prove wise, he could purchase a bottled water to rehydrate, and most importantly wouldn't be resigned to ripping the heads off of some evil undead in front of a street full of people.

Derek's pale skin almost glowed in the bath of floresent light that fell upon him as he entered the eatery. Obsidian scruff and a wash of dewy sweat beads across his cheeks contrasted beautifully against that skin. His gaze hardened as he regarded the patrons in the room, now feigning a smile where his lips had been drawn down at the corners in reaction to the number of Werewolves present. What had he gotten himself into?

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He was oddly silent, this wolf. And he was unpredictable. Gabby wasn't exactly sure if he was going to chill out (she highly doubted that, however) or jump forward and rip her head off. It was all a bit exciting for her. She wasn't one to play it safe, at least not anymore. Becoming a vampire had changed her entire life, and for the better. Thinking about what would have become of her otherwise disgusted her. A housewife who stayed home to take care of the kids and clean, only leaving to head to church every Sunday. Never doing anything daring or dangerous that would get her adrenaline up, her heart racing. Not that her heart was beating now, but it sure felt like it sometimes. That feeling was unlike anything else, and she lived for it. This wolf was giving her that excitement.

Unfortunately, her fun got ruined. Out of nowhere came another woman, eyes already narrowed as if she were pissed off. And she was a wolf, if Gabby's nose was correct. That wet dog smell wasn't easy to miss. Oh great. "Oi. Blood Sucker, the man doesn't seem to want to be bothered by you. Why don't you stick to your own species, and keep your damn legs shut." This woman's threats made her smile, not a smirk, but a full out grin. A laugh escaped her throat, its tone musical and beautiful to the ears. Apparently just because she was a wolf, she had the right to cut right into their conversation and be a total bitch. Gabby wasn't intimidated in the least. "Because I'm sure he would much rather be bothered by you," she simply said, her tone cool and void of any emotion.

This woman didn't stop. "God damn. You lot will fuck anything that moves, doesn't even need to have a pulse. It's disgusting." That made Gabby smile as well. This stranger did realize she was talking to a vampire, didn't she? Gabby had no pulse, so why wouldn't she have sex with someone just like her? Her ranting was void of any logic. "Even without a pulse, I'm a much better catch than you would ever be. Not to mention what I can do in the bedroom. Or any room really." She said this with a wink at her stud, smirking. She wasn't going to be thrown off her game just because some bitch decided to get in the way.

She had one last line before she was finally finished. "Why don't you go out, and get yourself a set of morals? Or are you too good for those?" Gabby took a step towards this woman, her heels clacking against the sidewalk. "Obviously you are too good for them, since you decided to ruin a perfectly good conversation with your endless bitching." With her heels, she towered over the wolf, and she folded her arms, looking down, her eyes cold and dead.

"Isabella. You need to talk to Cristine pronto. Important business." Her gaze was broken as she turned to look at the new voice. Of course she already knew who it was. Livi. Cristine's second-in-command. She sighed, rolling her eyes. "Very well Livi, I'll find Cristine." There was something she really liked about him, although she had never been able to figure out what it was. Even if he spent way too long on his hair. He walked past her and towards the other woman. "Good morning mutt," he said casually, then strode along down the sidewalk. Well, there was another reason to add to the list of why she liked him. She smiled at his back as he walked away.

Up until that moment, she hadn't really focused on the third person present, her stud. But she sensed his change in mood. Her green orbs turned to look at him, and what she saw displeased her greatly. Saying he looked angry was an understatement. Why was he mad at her?! She hadn't done anything except be nice, and incredibly sexy, towards him. "Have you all completely gone mad? I'll have nothing to do with you fangers or the pack. Back. Off. Or. Else." His words stung her slightly, although she would never admit it out loud. She had done nothing, and yet he was treating her as if she had been the one to start this argument. But it was the bitch's fault. Sadly, she watched him back up, then turn and walk away. She considered calling out after him, but didn't want to make the situation any worse. She would see him again, she had a feeling. So she just let him go, staying silent.

After he was out of earshot, she walked up to the bitch once more. A devilish grin was on her face. "Oh honey, you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into. You'll regret this." She stepped back and began to walk away. After a few steps, she paused. "And if he sinks so low as to sleep with you, he'll come running to me, begging to give him the greatest night of his life. Just you wait and see," she called over her shoulder. With that she ran off. She had no idea where to go, since Livi had left out Cristine's location. So instead she decided to go visit Vivian. Gabby looked up to her as a sort of motherly/best friend combination. They had somewhat similar personalities, and Gabby couldn't think of a better person to go see. Within minutes she arrived outside of the door and knocked quietly. She knew Vivian would hear. "Vivian?" she called softly, hoping the elder vampire was home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Derek could tell from just standing in their presence which of the patrons were wolves. He was so attuned to Were's, from growing up in a pack, from spending all of his days since infancy surrounded by the beasts; that when they were around his body automatically fixed to their scent, sound of their heartbeat, and other familiar noises like low growls rumbling in their chest. Some of the pack took notice of his entrance, their gaze was what one referred to as heavy. Every time one of them looked, Derek could feel it. Feel it on his skin, in his bones.

He made a move to find an unoccupied seat so he could order his water and leave as quickly as was socially acceptable. His face was still plastered with a pleasant smile, but his icy eyes were borderline feral. He chose a small table rested close to the entrance, and sat with his back facing the wall so he could keep constant surveillance on the room and make a quick escape if things went south. Derek’s hackles bristled and his fingers curled to hide the claws that grew from his nail beds, it was just a part of his Alpha personality to be on edge around the strange wolves, around the another Alpha. His gaze immediately found Axel. He had never met the wolf before and he wasn't sure he wanted to.

When Derek had moved to Bellingstone, he had assumed he might have to seek the permission of the local Alpha to take up residence, but he never sought him out. It went against his every instinct, every fiber of his being. Derek was raised to be an Alpha, next in line to supersede his father before his pack was murdered. The mere idea sent his upper lip above his sharpened fang into a snarled expression of sorts.

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

"See you later, Ax."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sara stood, rooted to the sidewalk, a her frame rigid as a board, "Oh honey, you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into. You'll regret this, and if he sinks so low as to sleep with you, he'll come running to me, begging to give him the greatest night of his life. Just you wait and see." the vampire said, before scurrying off. Sara stared out in a haze, struggling to differentiate all the emotions she was feeling at the moment. Distraught the two month anniversary of her family's death, utter fear from seeing the Hunters in the diner, disgust and malevolence towards the female vampire from how she was shamelessly flirting with the werewolf who obviously had no interest in her, and searing white hot anger towards the vampire for how she talked to her.

She took a few shaky breaths, trying to calm herself down, knowing if she let her emotions get to the better of her, she would phase in public. While taking a breath, she heard a small voice behind her, "Sara? Is everything alright, sweetheart?" she heard the voice say. She blinked, taking a moment to recognize the voice, before placing it as Leanna's. She turned, quickly wiping her face, as her anger had caused her to tear up, "O-oh.. Hey Leanna.. I-I.. I'm fine.. I was just heading to work." she said, her voice sounding scratchy and strained, as she have an obviously forced smile, hoping her previous apha hadn't heard the little scuffle with the vampire Sara had just had.

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Sam stared towards the door as Caroline made her exit. It made his spirits dampen slightly. She was always a bright light in his life when she was around. But, there was no use being sad. With their situation, he couldn't spend 24 hours with her like he wanted. He would see her later, there was no doubt about that. As he turned back to Lassiter, he realized that the Delta was leaving as well. “You know what- never mind- it looks like you are getting a bit busy. I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure I have a frozen waffle or two collecting snow in my freezer.” Sam raised an eyebrow in confusion, but just shrugged his shoulders and let Lassiter leave without a word. He honestly wasn't sad to see him leave the diner. Jo left promptly after that, and Sam took the time to clean up the dirty dishes that had been left behind.

After making sure the counter was spotless once more, he noticed that Leanna had entered the diner and stole Axel away from the patrons. He walked over to her, not really caring if he was interrupting their conversation. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed it lightly. "Good morning, Lea," he said with a smile. Looking between Axel and Lea, he honestly thought they were a good couple, although he knew it wasn't as perfect as they attempted to make it seem to the pack. Their relationship was the one reason he was afraid to tell Axel the truth about Caroline. He was really trying to make it work between him and Lea, and was doing his duty for the good of the pack. Sam had never really attempted with Jo. He could blame the entire situation on her, for before he even had a chance to try with her, she made her feelings painstakingly clear. She didn't want anything to do with him in the romantic sense. Although, it was more than just that. He didn't really want to either. And then he had fallen for Caroline, and never looked back.

He knew he would have to break it to Axel sooner rather than later. After all, Jo and Lassiter already knew, and it couldn't be kept a secret for long. Especially with Lassiter's mouth. And he would rather have Axel hear hit from his own mouth than someone else's. Sam also didn't want to keep it a secret. Without the secrecy, he could kiss Caroline openly in the diner, or her bar. He wouldn't have to sit across the room, pretending to have other business, while sneaking glances her way.

He brought himself to the present, and removed his arm from Lea's. "Now, Axel, be a gentleman and take this lovely woman's order," he said and gave Axel and punch in the shoulder as he walked away from the pair, giving them their privacy once more. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, and pulled it out, seeing Caroline's name pop up on the screen. 'Love you baby' it read, and he broke out in a grin. He quickly typed back to her. 'Missing me already?' He stuffed his phone back in his pocket, knowing she would respond rapidly. Her bar wasn't likely to have many customers at this hour.

He looked towards the door and noticed the dark haired man who had entered was sitting at a table, his back against the wall, surveying the room intently. He still hadn't been helped, and while Axel was busy with Leanna, Sam decided he'd help the man himself.

As he approached the table, his senses went on high alert. He didn't know exactly what it was about the man, but he didn't like what he felt. He was used to being in the presence of werewolves, so he knew the gentleman was a wolf when he got close. He didn't know how, but they could easily recognize each other. It was some kind of sixth sense they all had. This man wasn't in their pack, and before today he hadn't been aware that he even existed. That was strange, because ever wolf not in the Wolff pack was supposed to be known, and have permission to reside in the town. Of course, this guy didn't look like he followed the rules too often.

He almost looked crazed. He had a fake smile plastered on his face, but his blue eyes only held hostility. His lip was curled up into a snarl, and Sam wasn't surprised no one had wanted to approach this man. He wasn't afraid in the least, and confidently strode up to the table. He gave the man a smile, and pressed his pen to his pad of paper. "What can I get you this morning? Coffee, water, breakfast?"

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The sun beat persistently through the opened window pane that his table sat underneath, prickling along Derek's bare hands and forearms like a constant slew of needles digging over and over into his light flesh. Breathing in the fresh air, his ardent nose picked up the multitude of scents from outside in a whirlwind of fragrance; the deep hickory of chopped wood, the earthy musk of freshly broken soil from shovels tearing up dirt as people scooped snow from their drives, and the sweet aroma of green pine trees, sticky with sap. Keen ears listened for the murmurings of the boughs, the soft sigh of the clouds above-head, and the barking of dogs in the distance. The open window was a saving grace from God himselfit seemed, for a distraction from the diner scene was just what this wild wolf needed.

Derek was still coming down from the adreniline pumping through his veins when his waiter finally came to him. He had definitely had better mornings. The waiter was naturally yet another wolf though this one was no Alpha, but he wasn't submittive either. Derek just closed his eyes with a sigh and sank deeper into his chair. His leg was twitching spastically and he kept clenching and unclenching his hands around the soft cotton of his sweat pants underneath his fingertips. "Bottled water." He replied with no inflection and a harsh, feral confidence. His eyes, smoldering ice blue orbs like the clouds of a tempest, narrowed at the wolf, almost daring him to challenge Derek.

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All along it was a fever
A cold sweat, hot-headed believer
I throw my hands in the air and said "Show me something."
He said, "If you dare, come a little closer."


That was the last thing Demetria remembered hearing when she finally fell asleep last time. Sleep had come hours after the World War III that had occurred in her bed with a man she couldn't even remember. Demetria wasn't one for one-night stands. She didn't dislike them nor did she like them. They had their uses and at times, she was very appreciative of them. They lifted her spirits on those lonely nights and gave her something to do when all she had were her thoughts. And being alone with her thoughts...it brought a shiver down her spine.

With a small moan, Demetria Hawke turned over so that she lay on her back and placed a tired hand on her high, slightly dampened forehead. Light flooded in through her window blinds and she squinted icy blue eyes, turning her head slightly. She was supposed to be doing something today...what was that? Another moan escaped her soft, delicately-tinted lips as a small headache began to form. What in God's name had she done last night? She faintly remembered the promise of drinks and excitement had inspired a late night with a few co-workers. In the midst of that, she remembered some nameless ginger-haired male that spoke in a heavy Southern drawl that sent chills down Demi's spine. She couldn't recall how many drinks after meeting him she had, but she knew that they had somehow stumbled in her mind.

"Damn...and I can't even remember," she finally spoke, her normally lovely voice slightly raspy from exhaustion. A small shrug occurred seconds later. Obviously, the sex was not that good. If it was, snippets of it would appear in her memory. Her memory was fairly sharp; she didn't forget things easily. The liquor may have attributed to her lack of skills in the memory department, but the sex obviously wasn't that memorable if it didn't resonate in her mind. Demetria shrugged again and swung her legs over the side of the bed, sitting up slightly.

Mmmm...what time is it? She thought with a small yawn and glanced at her clock. And what did she need to do today? It was a rather important thing and Demetria began to become agitated. She knew she shouldn't have agreed to going out last night. She took advantage of the day off work she had today and gladly accepted the invitation. Memories of her little dancing show on the bar flashed at the back of her eyes and Demetria cradled her head in her hands for a second. It was definitely time to get up.

She stood up and like a little kitten, stretched her lithe little body, reaching up the ceiling as if she could somehow reach into the heavens and possibly bring back something from the eternal paradise. Sadly, she only returned to her normal height with the full weight of her hangover and exhaustion. Not truly ready to get ready today and still not remembering the important thing she needed to be doing, Demetria grabbed the oversized buttoned-down shirt that she slept with most of the time. It fell almost to her knees and was fairly loose on her body. She had to roll the sleeves up to her elbows. Finally set to leave her bedroom, Demetria walked down the stairs that led to the rest of her townhouse.

Just as she reached the last step, the doorbell rang and Demetria yawned. She didn't have time to go find pants, so she traipsed over to the door and swung it open to see a young male with a clipboard. He blinked in stupidity and nervousness while Demetria leaned against the doorframe with a hand on her hip.

"Can I help you?" She inquired with a hopefully pleasant smile. Truthfully, Demetria felt like closing the door in his face and going about her merry little way. The boy stuttered and fumbled with the paperwork on the clipboard. Apparently, as he claimed, she ordered for UPS to deliver the rest of her...boxes? Almost suddenly, Demetria slapped her forehead with her smooth right hand. That was what she forgot. The rest of her boxes from her old house were being brought here. Idiot, she thought to herself before smiling at the man in front of her. "I am so sorry. I'm a mess and I look -

He interrupted her apologies while fumbling over his words. He swore that he and his friends could move everything inside. She didn't have to pay a thing. His kindness was greatly appreciated and Demetria was not surprised to see that some of it stemmed from his very evident appraisal of her barely-covered form. She only tossed him a dimpled smile while biting her lower lip and heat rushed to his cheeks. He would definitely help her now and with that settled, Demetria left her front door open and went to go get dressed.

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Demetria walked into the diner with a few folders in her hands. She had a few documents from patients that she had to look over and some paperwork to oversee from her co-worker. But hunger had called her name immediately after her shower. And her headache did not seem to be letting up any time soon. So, she opted to go to the diner with her work, bag which held her laptop, and her bottle of Ibuprofen. Of course, she changed into a comfortable outfit and greeted the diner behind her dark shades.

"Good morning," she exclaimed politely before wincing behind the shades. She had been a tad bit too loud for her head. She glanced over at the guy she remembered someone calling "Sam" and nodded politely. There was this one male in the diner that Demetria was unfamiliar with. Then again, she was still new to Bellingstone and wasn't familiar with everyone. However, his newness to the diner was evident in her eyes. As usual since she'd been in Bellingstone, the diner was rather busy. People were probably getting something to eat before work or on an early lunch break. She went to the nearest booth. It was, thankfully, in a corner and the table was rather clean.

"What can I get you," a waitress with a tray and a few dirty plates asked. Demetria removed her shades and smiled politely at the girl.

"Coffee, please, with two creams. I'll add the sugar. And a short stack of pancakes and bacon, thank you." The girl went off to turn in Demetria's order and get a mug. Demetria then pulled out some of the paperwork and began getting to work. Perhaps, after this and her splitting headache disappeared, she could do her usual run. Just as she was about to mark up one of the sheets of paper, the waitress came back with her coffee and left with a promise that her food would be right up. Demetria only spared the woman and the rest of the facility a glance before refocusing on her work.

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As Sam waited for the other werewolf to give his order, he began to feel uncomfortable in his presence. The man was so serious and overbearing, it was as if he had a force field around his table that repelled everyone. Sam shifted uneasily from foot to foot, his eyes travelling around the diner. The familiar ring of the bell made him swing his head to the door, as a local doctor entered the room. He was pretty sure her name was Demi, but he'd never really spoken a word to her. "Good morning," she called somewhat loudly, and instantly winced at her words. Seemed as if she realized how loud she actually was.

"Morning," he replied simply with a smile when she passed by and nodded at him. She walked on and sat at a corner booth. He saw the waitress had finally showed up to the diner, and was helping Demi immediately. "Bottled water," a voice said, and broke Sam's train of thought. He shook his head slightly, and brought it back to the man sitting before him. "Right away," Sam said, heading off to grab a bottle from the cooler. As he was in the back, his phone vibrated in his pocket again. He smiled, knowing exactly who it was. In the kitchen away from prying eyes, he pulled his phone out to see Caroline's name on the screen along with her message. 'So bad! How about pulling a sicky and come visit me earlier! ;)' He chuckled, shaking his head slightly, but typed a quick reply. 'Needy, needy! But I'll see what I can do.' He hit send, then returned the phone to his pocket.

He opened the large cooler that was filled with a variety of beverages, and grabbed a bottle of ice cold water. He walked out to the busy diner once more, and returned to the table. He placed the bottle of water in front of the man, and was about to walk away when he hesitated. He didn't know what it was. Maybe it was him looking out for his pack, or maybe it was just because he always tried to help people. "I'd watch yourself," he said softly to the man. "We are a very close pack around here, like family. You waltzing in here looking angry and threatening is only going to make it worse." He took a step away, but looked back once more. "Just be careful," he said, before heading back towards the kitchen. He hoped he hadn't made the situation worse, but he had only spoke for the good of everyone. He hoped the man realized that.

As he entered the kitchen, he saw a paper with an order on it. He quickly cooked it up, it was a simple order, just pancakes and bacon. It only took a few minutes before he was throwing the pancakes and bacon on a plate, and ringing the call bell to let everyone know the order was ready. No one appeared, and he peeked his head out to see that everyone was busy. He sighed, but grabbed the plate and delivered it to the correct table. Demi's table. He placed the plate in front of her, being careful to avoid the paperwork she had brought with her. "Enjoy," he told her with a smile, before walking off once more.

Glancing around, he noticed that while the diner was still busy, everyone had been helped, and things seemed to be under control. He approached Axel once more, and clapped him on the shoulder. "Hey boss, now that we have the extra help," he pointed to the waitress, "I'm going to take a break. Be back in a bit." He took a few steps, and turned his head around. "That means you're going to have to work," he said, before giving his Alpha a wink and heading out of the diner. He made the short walk to Caroline's bar, and entered.

Instantly, he went on alert. He smelled vampire. It was just a natural reaction to the different species. However, he wasn't like the rest of his pack. He wanted peace between everyone in the town. He made himself relax before walking to the bar, where Caro was behind the counter. He walked past the only two customers in the bar, who were both vampires, he realized, and walked straight for his girl. He picked her up and swung her around in a few circles, before setting her gently down. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. "You called, my lady, and here I am," he said with a smirk.

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The blonde waiter and werewolf hurriedly shuffled to the kitchen, and brought back a bottle of cold water for Derek, but that did not mean he was finished apparently. "I'd watch yourself," the man warned in a hushed tone, eyes shifting about. "We are a very close pack around here, like family. You waltzing in here looking angry and threatening is only going to make it worse. Just be careful," he said, taking his leave then.

Derek shoved his large hand deep into the left pocket of his sweat pants and pulled out a fist full of dollar bills, not bothering to count them out or even ask how much he owed. He simply left the wad of currency on the table along with the undrank beverage and stole out of the diner. The Alpha was there, but too busy to speak with him. So busy in fact he sent his lacky to utter his words of warning. Well Derek would not heed them. He was an alpha by all rights, even if he held no territory. He was not afraid. Fear bites harder than any wolf ever could his father had once said. As soon as he was back outside in the open air, he knew where he would go. The wood. He needed to calm himself quickly, and a wolf run always helped accomplish that.

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He wretched his head back and howled, a frightening sound, as the change overtook him. His bones broke and reformed in a painful instant, and fur spread over his skin like wild fire on the dry plains. In mere moments it was all over, Derek had been changing his whole life and it came easier to him than it did other wolves.

Slowly the sky lightened around him, but he never saw the sun through the dense folliage. The soldier pines were dressed in somber greens, the broadleafs in russets and faded golds already beginning to brown were laden with snow. His wolf prowled through the trees like a lean black shadow. The soft broken ground was treacherous with half-buried roots and hidden stones, but he found his way with ease. He bounded across ridges, their deep ruts filled with runoff and up and down the rolling hills he went, through brambles and briars and tangles of underbrush, along the bottoms of narrow gullies where branches heavy with snow drenched leaves slapped at his muzzle as he passed. At last he came to rest at where he figured was dead center of the extensive wood, lapping water up from a small bubbling brook, but he wasn't alone. His ice blue wolfen eyes flickered up from the water to a wolf across the stream. A female with charcoal fur, streaked in highlights of silver. His lip curled back over his sharp canines in warning.

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Sara had been sitting on her hind, staring at the swift moving current of the brook, the occasional fish moving along with it. She gently let her paw skim the water, her eyes closing slightly as she enjoyed the soothing feeling of the cool water against her fur. She had been completely at ease until she heard a quiet lapping sound, to which her eyes snapped open, snapping to a large, ink black wolf across the stream from her, drinking.

She stood quickly from her sitting position, her hair bristling slightly at the sight of his aggressive stance towards her, his lip curled back, teeth showing quite menacingly. She was about to return the gesture, before a breeze blew upwind of her, wafting the scent of the male towards her. She took a slight breath in, blinking as she realized she recognized the scent to be that of the man she had seen that blood sucker flirting with. She relaxed slightly, her hair smoothing out, her head dropping down slightly in a show of submission, though she didn't move.

I mean you no harm. Though this is free land, it's not owned by a pack, so I don't see what's wrong with me being here. Neither of us are in packs. she thought, looking up at her slightly, letting out a quiet submissive whine.

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The wind drove the sleet and snow as if it were a sadist using a whip upon the bodies of the pair of wolves in the clearing. I mean you no harm. Though this is free land, it's not owned by a pack, so I don't see what's wrong with me being here. Neither of us are in packs. The female wolf thought at Derek, but she thought it just seconds too late.

Derek was on her in an instant, pining her body to the damp forest floor with his own, claws digging into earth on either side of Sara's face. He could feel her attempting to shift her body underneath his, but the wolf let out a low and fierce warning growl for her to stay still. He leaned in closely, snuffing and huffing against her throat, then opened his impressively large and dangerous maw, biting down on Sara's neck. He heard her whimper and felt her shift again, so the wolf growled once more, louder this time, it reverberated through the bite to her raw flesh as he willed her body to relax.

He hoped she would take comfort in the fact that he didn't break her skin with his teeth, he was really only applying enough pressure to coax the blood to the surface. He was an alpha and had to display his dominance.

It was then her scent became familiar to him. The girl on the street. He released her throat, and quickly backed up, allowing her to spring free. His hackles were still raised but he was beginning to calm down, her words now processing in his mind. "You're not pack?" He thought at her, cocking his big obsidian head to the side.

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Sara tensed, a quiet pitiful whine sounding from her throat as he had his maw wrapped around it. Her ears dropped down , her tail curling up against her abdomen, and she resisted struggling the uncomfortable position of being pinned on her back, as she showed complete submission to the alpha

As he let go of her throat and backed up, she stood up slowly, shaking herself out, a ghost of the restricting feeling of his teeth on her neck still present, before her dark eyes caught his, her shoulders still low, as with her head and ears, her tail slightly between her legs, showing complete and utter compliance to his wish to be dominant over her.

"You're not pack?" she heard his thought, causing her eyes to flicker up to his, as she gave a small nod of her head.

"I was in the pack.. I left for.. Personal reasons.." she thought, her eyes looking down and away again, "I-I didn't mean to impede here.. I didn't realize you had claimed the land.. I just needed to go for a run, and got thirsty." she explained quietly, "I can leave if you want me to.."

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Sara watched him, her eyes looking him over curiously. She found it slightly amusing how just a moment ago, this man was about to rip her throat out, but now, he was quite approachable. Her tail returned to it's normal position, her ears perking back up slightly, and her fur smoothed down.
It was an easy thing to assume, what this there being a prominent pack in town.", She padded her way forward slowly, and gently nudged his side with her nose before sitting up, a step away from him, So don't worry about it, alright?". She looked him in the eyes, a bit taken aback by how severely blue they were.

A-anyways.. I should apologize for how I approached you and that Bl- I-I mean that Vampire.. You just seemed like you didn't want to be there.. And I just.. I can't stand women like that. One would be able to see how just the topic of how the woman was acting. A low soft growl emanated from her chest and her claws dug into the frozen soil

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His eyes, two cobalt sapphires of a surprising blue, closed as he inhailed sharply."Damn Leeches...I didn't even mean to get into the town, but the second I did, I was approached by TWO if them...Then I had to go into that damn diner and get myself surrounded by pack..." Derek silently wished he had never come to this town, that the pack might be able to go on in blissful ignorance of him. The mere thought of vampires and other wolves had his inner beast bristling uncomfortably. A slow thrum of energy built up in his veins, and he cringed at the rush of adrenaline that welled as the thrum intensified into the singing of raw power mingling with mere blood and neurons. He could feel the very coils of his wolf's ferocity pulsing through his arteries.

He allowed the sensation of the moist snow drentched soil gently caressing his padded paws distract him for a second, finding that nature had a way of calming him and quelling his aggression. However, the air still seemed to hum and crackle at the presence the clearly upset mystical beast. He looked up and met the female's eyes undaunted for a moment.

"If you have any kind of rapport with the pack, you should chose sides now. I have no intention of being controlled by their Alpha." He rasped, tone tinged with carefully orchestrated distrust. Derek's gaze darted surreptitiously towards the thinning tress that indicated the path toward town.

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I don't associate myself with them anymore. I left for a reason, and it would be pointless of me to go back. Sara directed her thoughts at Derek, her eyes determined pools of dark chocolate. What was it about those brown eyes? So dark, so mysterious, so deep. Like a cave that reached into the depths of the earth...Derek fought to focus.

Sometimes, like earlier that morning, Derek lost himself, his control... Control. That's what it was all about...or at least what Derek thought it was all about. Find an anchor, and hold on tight, that's how you controlled the beast inside. However more times than not Derek couldn't latch himself on to anything, and the beast clawed its way to the surface, blood thirsty and ready to kill. It wasn't like that now, he no longer sat on his haunches, his hackles raised, as if ready to strike. Something about this wolf calmed him, brought him to a wild but peaceful place. Perhaps it was simply the fact he had been a lone wolf for so long, his inner beast craved that sense of togetherness that came with being around it's own kind.

...I'll have nothing more to do with them...She finished, her thoughts completed, gaze resting on the rushing waters of the stream. Derek let his tongue loll out of the side of his mouth, smiling the way canines did which looked decidedly hilarious on a beast that enormous, twice the size of an ordinary wolf, and a foot or two away from being a grown man's height. She wasn't pack, she wouldn't be pack, that meant they were free to be...well free.

Derek suddenly sympathized with the moment every chew toy was handed to a pet for the first time, because it looked like he had found a very interesting play thing.

The ebony animal pounced upward and landed a fraction of an inch away from the silver wolf's face before bouncing backward and splaying his two front paws on the ground, leaving his rump in the air, tail wagging in the universal symbol for play. He wanted to laugh outright, but wolves didn't possess that ability. When was the last time he felt inclinded to play? Never. He moved to strike at her again, this time nipping at her nose before darting back toward the waters edge and running in. He found safety on the opposite end of the trickling stream, ambling out of the chilly water with the lithe grace of a dancer. Derek shook his whole body, ridding his onyx fur of excess water, a feral grin spread on his wolfish face.