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Isabella Gabrielle Clarke

"I won't repeat the same mistakes twice."

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a character in “Welcome to Bellingstone”, as played by Army.of.One

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"I just want to feel this moment."





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Race: Vampire

Gender: Female

Age: 44

Nicknames: Gabby. Do not call me Bella. Or even Isabella. That Twilight shit ruined my name.

Occupation: Bookstore clerk

Pack/Coven Name: Dubois Coven

Rank in Pack/Coven: Fledgling





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Height: 5'10''

Weight: 150 lbs.

Build: Curvy, with slight tone

Hair Color: Light red that appears almost orange

Eye Color: Green

Scars?: Gabby has a few scars in random places. She has a small indentation in the middle of her forehead from running into a table as a very young child. Two thin scars run the length of both thighs, from knife cuts. Finally, she has another long scar running the length of her spine.

Brief Written Description: Gabby has very light, almost porcelain skin, that is customary to the vampire race. She has light red hair that appears orange and falls to the middle of her back. It's naturally wavy, but she always has it styled differently, sometimes curling it and other times straightening it. She has somewhat thick natural eyebrows that arch over her emerald green eyes and long lashes. Her lips are full and red, and her teeth are extremely white and straight. She stands tall, for a girl, at 5'10'', and has a very curvy build, that gives her an hourglass figure. She is slightly toned, but doesn't have any noticeable muscle definition.

Clothing Preference: Gabby prefers to wear mainly black, but will accent with other dark colors such as purples, blues, reds, and greens. She likes skinny jeans and leggings. She will pair it with a majority of different shirts, mostly slightly revealing. She likes lace, sparkle, tank tops, and similar tops. Even though she is already tall, she really likes wearing high heels, especially bright colors, mostly because she wasn't allowed to wear them before becoming a vampire. She isn't much for dresses, but will wear the occasional going out or party dress. No sun dresses or anything to cutesy. She likes jewelry, and will wear many different necklaces, rings, and bracelets. However, she always wears her previous engagement ring on her right hand ring finger.





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Skills:
+ Pretending to be innocent
+ Speed
+ Dancing
+ Playing the guitar
+ Seduction
+ Persistance
+ Temper tantrums (even though she isn't proud of it)

Quirks:
+ She hates having hair in her face, and is constantly putting it behind her ear or pinning it back.
+ She wears her engagement ring on her right hand ring finger as a constant reminder of what happened to her, and every time she looks at it, she vows to not let anything like that happen again.
+ She has a tendency to let her emotions get the best of her, and takes each emotion to the extreme.

Likes:
+ Writing and reading
+ Being a vampire
+ Having fun
+ Dancing
+ Swearing
+ Dark eye makeup
+ Playing mind games with boys
+ Acting tough
+ Dark eye makeup
+ Cool evenings
+ The color black
+ Tight clothing
+ Rain
+ Blood, she is a vampire after all

Dislikes:
+ Anyone telling her what to do
+ Trusting people
+ Being bored
+ Animal blood
+ Warm weather, it's just stifling
+ Being weak in front of people
+ Cats
+ Being ignored
+ Snow
+ Rudeness
+ Feeling helpless

Fears:
+ Dying too young and not living the hundreds of years other vampires get to experience.
+ Never finding a true love to spend the ages with.
+ She also fears love within itself, after what happened to her the night she became a vampire.

Written description: Gabby generally likes being a vampire. She likes the power, the speed, and the eternity of youthfulness. Mostly, she likes being in control. When she was still a human, her parents were very controlling, and she wasn't able to live the life she wanted. Now that her possibilities are endless, she takes full advantage of it. She always tries to have fun, and likes to party. Swearing is frequent in her conversations, again because it was something forbidden to her as a human. She enjoys dressing provocatively and wearing dark and smoky make up so she will get noticed and receive attention. She likes men, if only for a night at a time, but never wants to get serious for the fear of getting hurt. She enjoys feeling as if she has the power, and doesn't like being treated like a child or being told what to do. If things don't go her way, she easily gets upset and can throw tantrums if her feelings get out of control. Despite her outgoing tendencies, she really enjoys writing, mostly in her diary. It helps get her thoughts and feelings out, and can calm her down when she is feeling upset. She also enjoys reading, something she has liked for her entire life. Even though the fantasy realms of books aren't better than reality anymore, she still enjoys taking a break from the real world sometimes.




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Relationship Status: Single

Brief History: Isabella Gabrielle Clarke was born in Louisiana in 1969 to very strict and religions parents. From a very young age, she had to have the most proper manners and etiquette. She never really knew any other way of living. She was never allowed to wear tight clothes, her dresses and shorts had to fall below her knees, and her shoulders had to be covered. At times she felt suffocated, but she knew her parents loved her, so it never bothered her too much. Their family prayed at every meal, she attended church every Sunday and bible study three times a week. She had a curfew of 9:00 pm every single night, even through high school.

Life continued on for Gabby this way. She didn't do anything too exciting or anything too dangerous. She focused on her homework and studies, getting A's in every single class. In high school she met a boy named Adam, and she quickly fell in love. He was everything her parents had dreamed of for her. A church-going boy who treated her with respect and always had her home on time. They dated throughout high school, and ended up attending the same college, LSU. Things quickly changed once they were away from their families. Even though they were both only 18, he began to drink regularly. He went out most nights and partied, and her friends even told her that he had cheated. Needless to say, she was devastated. She ended it with him, and it was most certainly the hardest thing she ever had to do. Even though they were over, he wouldn't leave her alone. At first it was texts and calls at all hours of the morning, crying and begging for her forgiveness.

But then things didn't stay that way. He would come over to her dorm and pound on her door for hours at a time, yelling and screaming. He got thrown out more than once. One evening when she was walking home from a late class, he found her and jumped her. No one was around to see or hear, surprisingly enough. With tears in his eyes and his eyes full of rage, he told her that if he couldn't have her, no one could. When he pulled out a knife, she tried her hardest to scramble away, but he cut her down the length of her back. She could only sob, because he had duct taped her mouth shut. He didn't stop with her back, cutting down both of her thighs as well. She gave her other various small cuts, and eventually left her there in the early hours of the morning to bleed to death. After suffering so much, drifting away into the darkness was a blessing.

She woke in the exact same spot the next night. She had no idea how she was alive, but she was thankful. She went back to her normal routine that evening, and didn't hear from or see Adam. He obviously thought she was dead. Later that night, she was feeling extremely hungry, but the smell of food only nauseated her. She was taking a walk through campus when a squirrel darted out in front of her. On instinct, she quickly chased and caught it, and was biting and drinking the blood before she realized what exactly she was doing. She was frightened at first, but the more she thought about it, the more excited she got. She only stayed on campus one more day, and that was to get revenge on Adam. It was sweet. Afterwards she left. The news would always report about the missing girl from Louisiana, but her body was never found and the case eventually died out. She became a completely different person. She had fun and went out constantly, she swore whenever she could, and she broke as many rules as possible. danger was something she had never experienced, and she liked it.

She spent years learning of her powers and attempting to perfect them. While she had great strength, speed was her best ability. After being alone, she sought out others of her kind, and finally found Bellingstone. She joined the Dubois coven, grateful to have companions who were just like her.

So begins...

Isabella Gabrielle Clarke's Story

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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 suppose I can do that. Vivian.... she is a character. But I think she can handle her own. Isabella, on the other hand, I think would be the best for me to train. I'll try to contact both of them and see which one needs to be trained the most" Cristine smiled and tucked herself into the leather seat of the bar. "But hopefully, the our relationship with the wolves will not get any worse. I want to meet with their leader, privately, but truthfully, I am a little scared" she laughed and looked a Livius.

"But if you tell anyone that, I swear I will personally kill you. I do not get afraid, at least, I want everyone to think that. The spiders are not helping that, by the way" she turned back in her seat and smirked. "However, I may have to. Some of the fledgelings hate the werewolves from what I have heard and vice versa for the wolves. It's horrible really. This town was founded on a friendship between the two, not a hate" she pressed her face against her hand and sighed. "Now if only we could get that back. The wolves are always good for a party, or at least they were. I've skirted around talking to them" she turned her head to the table and looked down at it.

"I.... would rather not drink, Livi. I do intend to help Vivian or Isabella" Cristine blinked a few times and turned around in her chair. "I must be off. Find the little ones" she laughed and started towards the door. "I really hope I can fix this before the shit hits the fan" she whispered to herself. It would be best if nothing between the two groups happened- she really did miss when they had mutual respect for each other.

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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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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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Gabby stood outside Vivian's door frowning. Obviously the elder vampire wasn't home, or she was just ignoring Gabby completely. Either way, she was disappointed. With a huff, she turned away and made her way back outside into the daylight. She threw her shades back on, groaning that the sun had risen more and was now seemingly brighter. Even with the sunglasses on, she could only bear to squint as she surveyed the streets. She seriously needed to contemplate moving to Alaska, where there were days with no sun at all. That would be pure bliss to her. She randomly decided to turn right, and began walking down the sidewalk at a slow pace.

Even though the sun felt like it hurt her, sometimes she just enjoyed being outside in it. It made her feel completely human, and reminded her of the love of her family. Even if they were smothering, there was always love behind their actions. In her years since becoming a vampire, she had never really felt love from anyone. She had felt fear, respect, awe, confusion, and many other emotions, but never love. It saddened her slightly. She liked to have fun, party, sleep around (sometimes), but never truly felt close with anybody. It made her wonder who her maker actually was. The night she had been left to die, she had slipped into darkness. But had woken up the next night almost perfect, minus a few scars. Yet whoever had made her a vampire didn't even stick around to get to know her.

Thinking back, she always assumed that he or she had been drawn by the blood, and intended to drain her dry. But accidentally left her alive, and she had been turned. She didn't know the true story, but it made her feel better than thinking someone had made her and left on purpose. Bringing her mind back to the present, she noticed the sidewalks were still bare and void of life. It was still relatively early, and Gabby was wondering why in the hell she was up. Sleeping in was one of her favorite things to do. It let her avoid the sun for longer than necessary, and it was normally needed after her long nights out.

She didn't have any destination in mind as she walked down the main avenue of the town, but she stopped when she saw Caro's in sight. After dealing with that wolf bitch and having her chase the sexy man away, she could sure use a strong ass drink. She walked across the street and entered the small establishment. It was actually tastefully decorated, and it was also incredibly empty.

Of course, only serious alcoholics decided to go get a drink at nine o'clock in the morning. However, Gabby was a vampire, and alcohol almost had no effect on her. She could drink the bar dry and still drive home safely and legally. A small blonde was making her way around the bar, tidying it up and getting it ready for business. That must be Caro. The music from the televisions was set so some popular song that was overplayed on the radio, but Gabby felt her foot tapping along to the beat regardless. She made her way up to the bar, taking a seat on one of the stools. She drummed her fingers against the wood, contemplating her order.

"I could use an extremely strong drink," she said, eyeing the multiple bottles of liquor out of her grasp. After a moment, she decided on her order. "Give me the best thing you have," she said, figuring that the owner of the bar knew better than anyone. "And don't judge me," she said, a smirk appearing on her lips.

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Nikolai Lannister strode down the sidewalk that wound it's path through the town of Bellingstone, his bloodlust sated and feeling rather contented. Sunshine rolled over his head in waves, the gold light shattering the dark grays of dawn, gathering at east and threading its way outwards to the west. He moved a hand up to shield his eyes. Nik felt as if he knew why Lions hunted at night and napped during the day right about now. He needed to dash somewhere dark and quiet but not lacking in good company; somewhere he could relax until the bright morning flares had calmed themselves to a mere mid day shine. It was then he spotted the bar.

When he entered the threshold, his senses were instantly immersed in the atmosphere. The establishment greeted him with a sea of alcohol filled bottles, bar stools, and miscellaneous decor tastefully placed through out the room. A permanent layer of smoke loomed over and connected itself to the walls, as was to be expected in any bar worth while.

The scent of flowers and death permeated the air as well and thickened it, this could mean but one thing. Vampire. His cautious eyes darted around, landing last on a woman poised at the bar with auburn hair. The vampiress had beautiful features; high cheek bones, piercing green eyes, and a rosebud mouth, but most of all he liked that hair. It was alive with a wild flame, veiled in orange, crimson, and scarlett. It reminded him of someone....

The old vampire sauntered up to her stool, leaning against the counter casually. He had a perfectly symmetrical face with a grin that could charm any woman, eyes the colour of a lush field, and straight even features. His hair, usually artfully messy, was stuck up at odd angles as though he'd run his hands through it recently but it still appeared as if it could have been spun from golden silk. "Hello little Nightling." he said, his cool breath washing across Gabby's alabaster skin. But suddenly the mirth slipped from Nikolai's face like rainwater trickling down a windowpane. She didn't remind her of someone, she was that someone. The girl he turned in the eighties, the one he had lost. He'd never forget her face.

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Caroline had never really owned anything in her life, well, in the time before Bellingstone anyway. It was a story heard to often, in books, TV and film, poor little orphaned kid, nobody to love her, no parents to lavish gifts upon their little princess with her little blonde pigtails; she often found herself envious of other children, they had new clothes, toys, bikes, anything they wanted, they got. Caroline on the other hand, she had to stick to hand-me-downs in just about everything from clothes to toys and even parents, she was passed around so much as a child she started to feel like a hand-me-down, passed on to a new owner when her previous got bored and so on. It was a bitter circle, one she couldn't wish on her worst enemy.

Then came Bellingstone. The place where her life, truly began, don't get her wrong, life didn't instantly become a walk in a park, it was still difficult, she took any job she could find, from waitressing to cleaning, attended highschool, along with night classes to catch her up with what she had missed, there were no parties and pep-rally's for her. Caroline found, Nettie Duncan, just two days after she first arrived in the small town and she had honestly been a godsend, without her Caro wouldn't have gotten her shit together, there was no doubt about that. Nettie was a older woman, sixty-five when they first met, hair, the colour of snow, skin, wrinkled, eyes, hawklike and a sense of style which screamed 'eccentric' but she was caring, loving and kind; she did not hesitate for one moment in offering the young, sixteen year old a home, after she found her shivering in the wood after a transformation and Caroline did not hesitate in accepting her invitation. Over the years, Caroline had asked her numerous times, why she had taken her in and had always received the same reply 'I always wanted a daughter.' Just the mere thought of this, brought a smile to Caroline's face, yes Nettie was a woman she admired above all others, she was gentle and fragile in her old age but still has this spark to her, in the way she spoke or the way she still went out shooting or the way she could probably still drink you under the table, that made Caroline believe that even in death, this woman would still be around. Hell, she wouldn't let something as minute as death take her from the log cabin she built with husband, all those years ago.

Caroline had many reasons to thank her, Aunt Nettie, she gave her opportunities she never thought she'd have, Nettie had also offered to pay for Caro's college education, although she had ultimately, kindly refused the offer, she had grown far to attached to the small town at this point, she couldn't bear to leave it behind. She had worked at the diner for a bit after high school, it was all to save money for her 'dream' which was to open a place where her friends, loved ones and the community could gather and enjoy themselves, of course she wouldn't dream of giving Axel competition in opening a diner, Nettie had taught her early on, not to piss off the Alpha and so she had fixated her dreams on opening a bar. Nettie had helped her with this dream, even loaning her the money she couldn't get off the bank and a few weeks after her twenty-second birthday, Caroline opened 'Caro's' and next month, she would celebrate the bars fifth birthday, she could not have imagined the success she would have when she first embarked on this mission. From this bar, she had managed to buy a car, a home of her own and all the little luxuries she'd ever want.

Looking around her little corner of heaven, Caroline couldn't help but feel proud, everything was perfect to her. Stood from her position behind the bar, she had a good view of the empty establishment, the tables and booths were empty, still to early for most people in Bellingstone to have drink, but still she liked to be open just encase anyone needed to forget for a little while. The music from the jukebox in the corner, hummed lightly through her speaker system, the TV was now muted, she had turned it back to the sports channel after she had finished cleaning, although she wasn't paying much attention to it, her patrons would often direct their chairs towards the big screen when they arrived. The large pool table in the far back corner, was often a favourite on an evening, as was the stage in the opposite corner, by the door, that was always popular on open mic nights and karaoke. The walls were lined with various Photo's, she often went around on an evening taking various snaps for the wall, she had a few favourites on those walls, the embarrassing ones were the best, although the ones she held closest to her heart were the ones of her family. There was one of herself and Nettie on opening night, hugging and smiling. One of herself on Sam's shoulders as she balanced a beer bottle on her head, that one was a particular favourite and one of the whole pack, Axel laid posing across the table in front of them, that one always made her chuckle, god, there had been some sore heads the following morning.

Her phone buzzed on the counter, picking it up, she read the text from Sam with a smile before typing one back 'So bad! How about pulling a sicky and come visit me earlier! ;)' Caro typed quickly before placing the phone back down on the counter. Suddenly a woman walked in, red hair blazing behind her, she looked familiar and Caroline placed her to a face she had seen around town occasionally, she walked purposely towards the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. A chill crept up the blondes spine, indicating that this woman was indeed a supernatural being, although not a werewolf, like herself, she would bet she was of the blood-sucking variety. "I could use an extremely strong drink...Give me the best thing you have...And don't judge me," Caroline held up her hands "I'm here to serve not to judge" she replied, although she held some disdain for vampires, she was use to them in her bar, she didn't care who she served just as long as they caused no trouble.

"I think I have just the thing, give me a second it's in the back" Caroline excused herself, leaving the bar for a moment and walked to the back and down into the cellar, flicking the light on, she walked down the old, wooden stairs and glanced around on the shelves for the bottle in question, spotting it quickly, she blew off the layer of dust and left the damp, cold cellar. "Here we go Glendronach, single malt scotch whiskey...1972" she smiled looking up at the woman to see a man now occupying the seat next to her "oh, good morning" she smiled at him, slightly surprised at his sudden appearance "what can I get ya?" Caroline asked, pouring a double shot of whiskey into a tumblr for the woman before sliding it towards her.

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The blonde seemed to be quite spunky, and also was quite the werewolf. Even so, Gabby found herself liking being in the company of this new woman. They didn't really speak or say anything extremely friendly to each other, but she just liked the vibe this blonde gave off. "I'm here to serve not to judge," Caro replied, holding up her hands. Gabby just smiled and nodded. Everybody was so judgmental and wary around Bellingstone. Almost everyone was either supernatural, or knew of the supernatural, and were wary around those of other species. It was nice to just throw all that out the window and be a normal person just interacting with someone else. Even if she wasn't normal.

"I think I have just the thing, give me a second it's in the back," the blonde responded in response to Gabby's need for a drink. She excused herself to retrieve it, and Gabby was left alone. She stared around the bar, ignoring the various sports games on the television screens. Sports had never really been one of Gabby's interests. They tended to just bore her. She stared at the pictures on the wall, recognizing some of the faces in the portraits. They all seemed like family, and it made Gabby's heart hurt. She knew how to have fun, but having memories like the ones in the pictures were few and far between. She'd been a loner for most of her life as a vampire. It would have been nice to share memories like the ones in the photos with someone.

The door opened behind her, but she didn't turn to look. Most likely it was someone she didn't know, as well as someone she didn't care to get to know. She turned her attention back behind the bar, waiting for Caro to return. She sensed movement immediately behind her, and felt the presence of a man come up next to her. His scent was strong, and she knew he was vampire just like her. Not only that, but she could smell an immense amount of blood. It made her taste buds come alive, and she licked her lips, imagining the taste. Most surprising, it was human blood. Gabby had been limited to animal blood ever since the disappearance, to protect her coven as well as the humans in Bellingstone.

"Hello little Nightling," the stranger spoke, and she turned her eyes to meet his.

Surprisingly, he was quite handsome. Better looking than most in the small little town. He had what some would call perfect features, and she would have agreed. A smile lit up his face, and his golden eyes were locked with hers. She couldn't help it, but a smile crept over her lips. The charisma just leaked out of every single pore of this man, and she found herself instantly drawn to him. "Hello there, stranger," she responded, her smile now a smirk. She found herself slipping into the role of seductress that she had to sadly give up earlier. However, this man excited her more than the one before.

Her attention was momentarily broken by the return of the bartender. "Here we go Glendronach, single malt scotch whiskey...1972," Caro said, pouring her a double shot while she spoke. This woman had good taste. She slid the glass towards Gabby, and she picked it up thankfully. "Oh this is wonderful..." she said softly, twirling the liquid inside the glass. The bartender had now noticed her other customer, and was asking what he would like to drink. She was surprised to not hear any response. She looked over once more, and found his features startlingly different.

All the playfulness was gone. He had a mixture of shock and... recognition? It confused her, and she raised a single eyebrow to show him just that. She didn't know what it was, but today she was just off her game. Normally she had no troubles picking up a man of any species. But today was just not her day apparently. She sighed, rather loudly, and took a long swig from her glass, letting the burning liquid run down her throat. At this particular moment, she really wished alcohol could get her totally trashed. She needed it. "You know, I'm not that ugly..." she said to the man, rolling her eyes and turning away from him. How could he not find her attractive? Her second prospective man of the day wasn't interested. She leaned closer to the bar, speaking softly to the bartender. "You might want to leave the bottle, looks like I'm going to need it."

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After so long alone, so long searching for his scarlet haired child, the world was so sweet that Nikolai Lannister felt dizzy. He felt alive, and drunk on the prospect of family. A laugh burst from his lips, sudden as a quail flushed from cover. Nik then ran his hands through his blonde tangled hair, as he oft did when overwhelmed, wishing they were hands other than his own...someone with as soft and fragrant a touch as his mother's fingers. He still remembered the exact feel of her long, delicate hands as they slid through his golden mane whenever he fell ill as a babe, a comforting gesture, a thousand years later...He imagined he would remember it a thousand years more.

However he was soon brought down from his high. "Oh good morning, what can I get yah?" The barkeep asked pleasantly enough, but she reeked, her canine stench engulfing him. Nik really disliked Werewolves. In his experience they often looked like weasels, fought like a geese, and had the courage of an especially brave ewe. Only a handful had been brazen enough to challenge him in his many years and they all paid the price of life for it, but that was no affront. Vampires had challenged him too, hunters as well. His feelings stemmed from two simple facts; Were's acted all too common, not thinking themselves above humans, but thought themselves above vampires. By what right did a wolf judge a lion? However, Nik was gentle with her; mocking Werewolves was so easy there was almost no sport to it. "Just bring me a glass of whatever you have that's oldest, on the rocks." He replied, not bothering to look away from Gabby. Just as well seeing as a rather large male wolf entered and took leave of his senses, scooping up his mate right there. Nikolai just rolled his eyes at the pair and watched his child gulp down her alcohol in a rather sad expression. "You know, I'm not that ugly..." She fretted.

"Of course not, who ever gave you that notion? They should be flogged in the streets for such a crime." He purred, his voice smooth as silk. Nik then rubbed his yellow stubble, hesitant to tell her why he wore that look of recognition. Would she be glad to have him? To know her maker? Or had the years alone turned her thoughts of him to bitter ash in her mind. "Besides, you are a Lannister. There never was an unattractive Lannister to my knowledge..." He added, his light English accent heavy with hints. He waited for the inevitable confusion that was sure to ensue. He did love playing games, and if there ever was a time this was it he decided.

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"Oh this is wonderful..." The red headed vampire purred as she quickly drank from her glass, Caroline chuckled slightly as placing the bottle down beside the woman "it is" she agreed with a quick nod, before getting back to cleaning the glasses, usually she would have struck up a conversation with the woman, she seemed friendly enough. Although, the blonde did detect that the woman had a lot on her mind and she would have leant a listening ear, it kinda came with the whole barmaid role,people came in, drank, discussed their problems, she listened offering them advice, not that she minded, she liked to think people were specialty and she would help them in anyway she could. Despite being a Vampire, Caro would have undoubtedly offered her 'shoulder to cry on' services to this woman, but the man beside her seemed to occupy her attention at the moment.

Now that brought her on to a different matter, Caroline prized herself on being a good judge of character, from the woman she got a positive vibe, Caroline didn't feel like she needed to keep her guard up, the moment that man walked in, the atmosphere changed, she felt uncomfortable in his presence and she knew that's exactly what he wanted her feel. This man exuded arrogance and the high status of an era long subjected to the history books, from his accent she determined he was British, a vampire, certainly, probably really old also. She shifted her weight onto her other leg, as she watched him cautiously out of the corner of her eye, he seemed to know the woman, although the lady didn't seem to recognise him, there was just something about him that got her wolfy senses going, for the worst.

The door to her bar opened again and in walked Sam, a smile instantly caught her lips, she watched as he tensed suddenly, becoming aware of the two Vampires sat at her bar but soon, his own smile caught his lips as he strode over to her in big steps, spinning her around in a grand gesture before setting her back down, with a kiss to her cheek "you called, my lady and now I'm here" he smirked.

Caroline, threw her head back in laughter, he never failed to surprise her, as the laughter subsided, the blonde wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a soft but lingering kiss on his lips "your such a dork at times" she giggled with jest, quickly glancing behind Sam to see the male vampire seemingly ready to order, finally. Disgruntled, she removed her arms from Sam's neck and walked back over to her two patrons, Caroline immediately felt uneasy, once again, folding her arms tightly across her chest, Caro's gaze hardened, her usually warm gaze, becoming icy as she stared at the man who looked at her in disgust, she couldn't believe this guy, who the hell did he think is!?

Clearing her throat, she tapped her foot impatiently against the hardwood floor, this scrutiny over her quickly becoming more irritating than intimidating "Just bring me a glass of whatever you have that's oldest, on the rocks." Caroline shook her head in disbelief as he dismissed her as if she were a servant, this guy had seriously been watching far too much 'Downton Abbey.' Caro forced her best smile "coming right up" she seethed, a deep contrast to the smile on her face, walking back past Sam she grabbed his hand and dragged him down to the cellar, for the second time in ten minutes "think that asshole would notice if I put holy water ice cubes in his drink?" She mumbled as they trudged down the wooden stairs. Usually Caroline was an extremely tolerable woman, she had met numerous assholes in her life, most of them in high school, but that's another story, but, come into her bar, look at her like she's a piece of crap, talk to her like she is beneath you, tolerance will be thrown completely out the window.

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The bartender agreed with her about the delicious alcohol, and Gabby smiled. If she wasn't a werewolf, this woman could have potentially been a friend. Hell, she could sure use one. She went back to cleaning the glasses before her, and that left Gabby alone with her thoughts, which was never a good combination. Thankfully, Caro left the bottle on the counter. Gabby drained her glass, then grabbed the bottle and refilled her glass. The incredibly handsome blonde stranger let out a burst of laughter, and Gabby jumped slightly, the unexpected noise startling her. She gave him a sideways glance, her eyes sliding over in his direction, to see him running his hands through his hair.

The door opened once again behind her, and she wondered what else could walk through the door to make the group an even more awkward bunch. As the person walked closer she could smell that it was another werewolf. He walked into her view, and she was surprised to see it was a man. He was extremely well muscled, and had handsome features. Instantly, he walked behind the bar and straight towards Caro. He picked her up and spun her around like you see in all the romantic movies. She sighed softly watching them. Normally, love wasn't something she thought about too often. Especially after what had happened to her the night she had been turned. Trust and love were two things she didn't exactly think she would ever find again after that incident. But watching the two of them together made her want it. They looked happy, and absolutely perfect together. There had to be someone out there like that for her too, right? A vampire to spend the ages with, someone who would love her literally until the end of time.

Gabby watched the bartender intently, and saw her tense up as she approached again. She was obviously uneasy around their race, and the feeling was mutual. Well, for the stranger beside her anyway. Gabby had never been worried about different species. She knew what had torn them apart, but it didn't stop her from wanting to interact with everyone. She'd talk to, kiss, and even sleep with whoever she wanted. No matter the species.

The man wouldn't take her eyes off of her, even as he ordered his drink. It was a bit unsettling, if she was honest. She kept her eyes on her drink, sipping it frequently. Sadly, she didn't feel anything.

At her comment about his disinterest, he responded as if shocked she would even say such a thing. "Of course not, who ever gave you that notion? They should be flogged in the streets for such a crime." She looked at him with surprise. Flogged? Who used that term anymore? The answer was no one. That was her first indication that he was an ancient vampire. It made her feel like a baby. However, his back and forth with emotions was making her dizzy. First he comes up all flirtatious, then his mannerisms change instantly, making him back off. And now at her disappoint, he was flipping again telling her that she was actually beautiful. She just raised an eyebrow at him, trying not to let on at how dumbfounded she actually was.

"Besides, you are a Lannister. There never was an unattractive Lannister to my knowledge..." She set her glass down, afraid that she would be shaking and spill the liquid within. She had no idea what was going on. Who was this man, talking like he knew exactly who she was. "I feel like I'm getting Punk'd..." she whispered to herself. When it came down to it, she realized that even though she was confused, she was aggravated. This man just walked up to her and began playing mind games with her. She was the one to play the games with men, usually.

She glared at him, any attraction or fun thoughts gone. "Look, I don't know who you are, but you better cut out this cryptic shit," she said in her southern accent. There was fire in her voice, and in her eyes.

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Nik saw a touch of uncertainty in her big green eyes. "I feel like I'm getting Punk'd..." She whispered to her glass, then turning to him she spoke a bit more loudly, "Look, I don't know who you are, but you better cut out this cryptic shit." She drawled in her heavy southern accent.

Nikolai just grinned like the cheshire cat in response. "Tut tut." He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "And here I thought you recognized me....oh well." He sighed with feigned chagrin. "Very well then, I'm Nikolai Jaime Lannister, first of his name, former of Casterly Rock. You are Isabella Gabrielle Clarke also first of her name sake, former of Louisiana, Baton Rouge. Am I doing well enough so far?" His grin only continued to climb up his face. "Come now, you really do not remember me? nineteen eighty seven? LSU? Ringing any of those pretty little bells of yours yet?"

He rested a hand on her leggin covered knee, raising his brows at her. "I fear I acted most abominably, but you see I was quite out of practice..." Nik moved to brush the hair from Gabby's eyes, his fingers ghosting over the alabaster skin of her forehead. His voice was solem now, sincere. "I am truely and wholely sorry for abandoning you. I did return, but you were long gone by then. I searched for an extensive period of time, more than most would have bothered, but to no avail...you are superb at covering your tracks little fire kissed one." He smiled again, but it was sadder now. "That is why I called you Lannister. You are mine."

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Caroline's laughter was one of the sweetest sounds Sam had ever heard. It always put him in a better mood, and it was completely infectious. He found himself chuckling along while she laughed loudly. She lovingly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him towards her slightly as she softly kissed his lips. He placed his hands on her waist, and when she pulled away he could still feel her lips on his. He wanted to pull her back into his embrace, but she had customers, and her bar was one of the most important things to her. "You're such a dork at times," she said playfully, peeking around him to look at her customers. Her expression darkened. She unwrapped herself from him to approach her customers once again. Apparently one of them was now ready to give her their order.

He took the moment to really stare at the two of them, both vampires. The girl had a fiery red mane of hair that was actually quite beautiful. Even though she was a vampire, she didn't give Sam a bad vibe. She seemed genuine, which wasn't a trait most of the living dead had. He was confident the reason his hair was standing on the back of his neck was the second customer, the man. Sam had a feeling that he was extremely old, at least twenty time his age, but probably more. He couldn't even imagine living for so long. How could you adjust to the changes of time, when time literally had no meaning? Sam had an appreciation for every single day of his life, because he knew it wasn't infinite. Especially after his childhood, and watching Emma die, life became about so much more. And after falling for Caroline, he appreciated every minute he spent with her. Perhaps that was why the man felt so out of place and unnatural... he had no meaning for life.

He watched his love become cold and withdrawn, crossing her arms in front of her chest in a defensive manner. Her eyes became cold, something that he rarely saw. Caroline was always warm and inviting, even with those who weren't wolf. It was one of the reasons he had connected with her in the first place. Seeing her this way made his heart hurt slightly. Quickly, the feisty woman he loved returned, as she cleared her throat loudly, obviously for a purpose, and began tapping her foot against the hardwood, the clicking echoing through the empty bar. He couldn't help it, but smirked slightly at this side of her. He knew it only too well. "Just bring me a glass of whatever you have that's oldest, on the rocks," he said, without even glancing in Caroline's direction. That was going to piss her off. To confirm his suspicion, he saw her shake her head, and put on an extremely fake smile. "Coming right up," she said through clenched teeth.

She turned away from the customer and headed back for him, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the back room and down to the cellar, where she kept her best stuff. "Think that asshole would notice if I put holy water ice cubes in his drink?" she said angrily as they made their way downstairs. He chuckled, putting his arm around her shoulders and squeezing her tightly. He stopped her in her tracks and turned her around so he could look at her. He rubbed her arms, trying to get her to calm down. As much as he hated the man upstairs as well, it wouldn't be good for her to piss off one of the oldest vampires in the town. There was already enough bad blood between the two species.

"Just take a deep breath and relax, babe," he said softly, continuing to rub her arms. "He's a jerk, but let's try not to piss off any vampires today, okay?" Even though it was to protect the pack, it was mostly just to protect her. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if she was taken away from him. A devilish smile played upon his lips after a moment. "However, I think we can make him wait just a bit for his drink." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body close to his before kissing her lips hungrily.

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After her outburst of anger, Gabby instantly regretted her words. She had no idea who this stranger was, and she may have just made him very angry. He was obviously very old, much older than her, and she may have just signed her death warrant. She'd fight to the end, but she had a feeling it would do little good. She'd never been the strongest fighter; both Livi and Christine could beat her in seconds flat. She had always figured she'd learn one day, but that day still hadn't come. Her strength had always been in the art of seduction. And she was fast for her age, matching that of her elders, but she doubted she was faster than this vampire next to her.

The man just grinned broadly, and she stiffened in response, ready to hop into a defensive stance at any moment. "Tut tut." he said, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. She was generally confused by this vampire, and time with him wasn't making it any easier to decipher his next move. "And here I thought you recognized me....oh well." Her eyebrows descended, giving her a completely baffled look. She had no idea what he was talking about, and went to her idea of him possibly being insane. It wasn't unheard of for a vampire to lose his/her mind. Especially after living years upon years, watching most of your loved ones die while you continue to exist. Yet it seemed as if he was going somewhere with his conversation, so she stayed, eyeing him warily.

"Very well then, I'm Nikolai Jaime Lannister, first of his name, former of Casterly Rock. You are Isabella Gabrielle Clarke also first of her name sake, former of Louisiana, Baton Rouge. Am I doing well enough so far?" Her eyes went from narrowed to wide with shock. On instinct, she leaned away, as if needing to absorb the information, and the added distance between them would make it easier. How in the hell did he know her name, and more importantly where she came from. She had no recollection of his name, nor had she ever heard of his hometown. She had a fleeting thought that he was some kind of stalker, yet it didn't make sense really. Especially since his smile only got wider, as if he were enjoying her shock. "Come now, you really do not remember me? nineteen eighty seven? LSU? Ringing any of those pretty little bells of yours yet?"

She took a sharp intake of breath, not believing the words coming out of his mouth. This had to be a joke; it had to be a set up. Was Adam somehow behind this, after all these years? Had he found her, realized she wasn't dead? Was he coming back for more? If her heard had still been working, it would have been racing. He leaned forward to cover the space between them, resting a hand on her knee. Somehow, she found that action slightly comforting, and not at all creepy, even though he was a complete stranger. She looked deeply into his eyes as he raised his brows, as if she would find the truth buried somewhere deep inside.

"I fear I acted most abominably, but you see I was quite out of practice..." He reached forward and brushed hair that had fallen from her bobby pin away from her face. She wanted to reach out and grab his hand, willing him to keep that contact with her. After years and years, she had craved for that kind of comfort for someone, and here he was, showing up in a bar, making her feel the kind of love she'd craved since that horrible night with Adam. "I am truly and wholly sorry for abandoning you. I did return, but you were long gone by then. I searched for an extensive period of time, more than most would have bothered, but to no avail...you are superb at covering your tracks little fire kissed one." The thought of him searching for her wanted to make her cry. "You looked for me..." she whispered, as if having to reassure herself it was true. This was not the story she had told herself over and over again about her maker. He was sorry for leaving her, and now was here to make up for it.

He smiled again, but it was sadder than before. "That is why I called you Lannister. You are mine." She looked away from him, trying to collect her thoughts. She had so many emotions bubbling up inside her, she thought she was going to burst. How was she supposed to feel after hearing this news? She should be happy and excited, she supposed, since she had been dreaming of this day for over twenty years. Yet that wasn't the emotion that was more prominent than any others.

Instantly, she jumped off her stool, backing away from him, fire in her eyes. "You left me!" she yelled at him, clenching her fists tightly. "You did this to me... and then you just left me!" she screamed, knowing she was repeating herself, but she wanted him to realize just how much it had hurt her. "You are a horrible, worthless person. I'd be better off dead!" She absentmindedly grabbed a stool and threw it at him with as much force as she could muster. Then she stormed out of the bar, not looking back at the face of the man who had abandoned her the night she was created.

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For the first few moments of deafening silence, he felt a mixture of panic, apprehension, desire, and the smallest glimmer of hope. His swirling emotions were heady and foreign to him, his body should have wanted to reject them, but it lapped up the newfound feelings like a man dying of thirst...but that was before she threw the stool..."You left me! You did this to me... and then you just left me! You are a horrible, worthless person. I'd be better off dead!" She shrilled, aiming the wooden bar seat roughly at his head, but missing her target by a few mere inches. That had been lucky on Lannisters part, as he was too dumbfounded to have actually reacted, too dejected.

Nikolai felt his chest constrict painfully, making it difficult to draw in a breath, not that he needed to breathe anyway. The sickening feeling of loss swelled within him and seemed to spread through his entire body, all the way into the marrow of his bones. It was the feeling that plagued him every so often over the centuries and right now it felt like he was drowning in it, that it was so thick and strong. However vampire’s expression was blank, green eyes closed, his jaw set so tight that you could see the plane of skin that accentuated his insane cheekbones.

Gabby quickly turned away and motioned to hightail it out of the now stifling bar, making it all the way to the exit. However, her escape was thwarted by warm fingers closing around her wrist. He could guess that she would refuse to look back at him, to see his impossible to read face while her own was most likely an open book with illustrations for the easily confused; so he settled for rubbing his thumb back and forth across the inside of her pale wrist for a minute before giving it a gentle tug. That was when forced Gabrielle to turn around.

Nikolai was looking down at her and it was one of the first times in his long life that his face wasn't lined with a certain hardness. Of course it was still his face, the face that appeared to be sculpted from stone marble but... For some reason it looked softer? Damn near concerned. No, strike that. Definitely concerned, there was concern there lining every plane and curve of his features.

"Gabby..." His voice was soft and there was an undercurrent of something else there. His golden eyebrows creased his brow, tilting upward. His expression was a full one, one that looked like it had a million things to say. Really, who else in the world could communicate so much with just their eyebrows? It had to be supernatural. Or maybe just an inherently Nik-centric thing. Vampires all had a special skill set, maybe this was just Nikolai's. Anyone else would probably ask for a return slip if they got that as their super gift, except it worked for Nikolai.

He released her wrist, crossed the room in a measured gait, and began pacing, running a hand roughly through his stylishly messy golden mane. Behind his aristocratic mask, he screamed of sadness. He seemed lost somehow, almost betrayed. Something was eating him up inside.

"Our lives are not our own. We are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future...I take accountability for my actions, as they birthed your future but..." He started out, pausing as if unsure how to continue. "Imagine living forever, or how ever long God wishes your journey to continue, How would you fair? It's a miracle, wondrous too, but it is not some reward. This world is fragile, if you can, imagine me as such. Everything passes me by and I alone am left to endure, forever perhaps. Imagine that, forever. How do your beliefs from five years ago stack up today? What about today's in twenty, forty years from now? How about a hundred? A thousand? Everything passes me by...only my hope is left to me. The world and I no longer share that. Hope. My touch with humanity is precarious at best, that's where you came in...You are still young, you were then, and dying...and I have only ever changed one other person in my entire existence, she didn't make it to see her next sunrise. When you have lived alone as long as I...you might understand how I could be so selfish in turning you. I can't possibly imagine what a great disappointment I must be, how alone you must have felt, but when I say my leaving could not be helped, I can assure you I am completely serious. Never by choice would I have does as much."

He finally stopped his incessant pacing, shoving his hands in his slack pockets, but he did not raise his eyes from his expensive Italian black leather loafers. Nikolai was schooled in detachment, an expert in no emotion. Hell, he had butchered some hunter before walking in the bar without so much as a stray feeling of guilt, but now? Now he was rambling on like some love struck teen, begging for a chance at atonement....all because of the hope seeing her sparked, the hope that he might not have to be alone.

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Gabby had every intent of walking out of that bar and not looking back. Her heart felt completely shattered, so she supposed it was a good thing her body didn’t need a heart any longer. Her heels clicked against the floor and she hurried to get back outside into that damned sun. She would welcome it, because it was better than being in that bastard’s presence. Her hand was on the doorknob when she felt her left wrist being grabbed. She knew who it was without even looking backward. She tugged against the hold Nikolai had on her, but with no success. He had centuries upon centuries on her, and wouldn’t loosen his grip to let her leave. She refused to look at him, the man who had decided to let her live alone. Who had consciously walked away.

He began rubbing his thumb back and forth along her wrist, and she scrunched her eyes shut tightly, feeling the pain rising in her chest, almost as if bile would be rising in her throat. The pain was too much to bear, and she wished she could just run away. Adam used to rub her wrist all the time, just as Nikolai was doing. Back when she had loved him, before he’d attempted to end her life. When she had actually been happy. Sure she laughed often, had plenty of men to warm her bed, but she would never actually describe her life as happy. Being a vampire was spectacular, but less so when you had to spend it alone. She had no constant in her life.

He flipped her around, and she couldn’t resist staring up at his golden eyes. Here he was, dangling himself in front of her, and she had a strong desire to just leap into his arms and be held. But she refrained, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. She had a suspicion that he wanted to be loved just as much as she did. When her eyes met his, she saw a change. He wasn’t exactly different, but the hardness about him had somewhat dissolved.

”Gabby…” he said, and it was so soft, it was almost a whisper. She looked away, not wanting her face to betray her feelings. He would know how much she really wanted this, how much she needed him. Her breathing had quickened, a trait she still hadn’t broken from her human life. He released her wrist, and she brought it protectively to her chest as he walked away from her. She considered running at that moment, but was rooted in place by the look on his face. Mostly because when she looked in the mirror, she saw that exact same expression. Sadness and loneliness. His hand ran through his golden locks, and he paced, as if the movement would help him speak. And he had a lot to say.

She listened patiently, no longer thinking of running. He promised her that his actions couldn’t be helped, and as much as she wished she could go back in time and change everything, but sadly that wasn’t a power she possessed. And as for him being a disappointment… he couldn’t have been farther from the truth. She had one of the oldest vampires in existence as her maker.. and that alone was amazing. Her entire life she had imagined an ugly, selfish, worthless vampire as her maker. Someone who had meant to drain her, but left too soon. Yet before her stood an incredibly handsome man who wasn’t guilty of anything different than she was.

Her strong stance dissolved, and she deflated like a balloon, exposing all that she was to this stranger, only because she didn’t wish him to be a stranger any longer. He had stopped moving, his hands stuck in his pockets, eyes cast down as if his shoes were the most interesting thing in the room. She walked up to him, reaching forward to grab his wrists in her own. She pulled his hands out of his pockets, intertwining his hands with her own. “I was almost murdered by the man I loved, and then abandoned by the vampire who made me.” She stopped, taking a breath before continuing. “I think you can understand why I’m apprehensive and slow to trust. As well as why your attitude rubbed me the wrong way. But I can see past your exterior, and I see myself staring right back at me. Sadness, loneliness…” she trailed off, stepping away and releasing his hands. “But you are more than I expected, and I would like to get to know you.” She could feel the pieces of her heart begin to mend at the hope this man would be everything she wanted him to be. And that both of them could learn to be happy together, loneliness no longer plaguing their lives.

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Nik inwardly cringed at her candidness as she took his wrists; his meager resolve leeching away from him as it balked in the face of Gabby's stare. He had never shared the inner workings of his still heart before. However....now that she saw through his mask, she felt compelled to inform him that she too was lonely. That she had changed her mind, and wanted to know him. It was all a bit over whelming...

Nik smiled with his mask. He rarely took it off any more. Almost never. Or was it never, now? It was long past the point where it chafed. There was only numbness where it rubbed against his skin. Nikolai fancied it had grown into his face, that he couldn't remove it even if he wanted to. The mask was always smiling, always smirking. He chose it for that very reason. People believed what their eyes told them, and a smile of serene confidence mocked those who feared, reassured those who did not.

"Ah, well then...Shall we head back to my place? Best to discuss such future possibilities away from the prying ears of dogs." He replied with a sartorial elegance, in a well rehearsed lambent persona; one that Nikolai had given so many times before. His mannerisms were too pristine, too perfect to be accepted to be truths, his eyes and his games belied and opposed his words and facades.

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There was a long pause on the other end of the line and for some reason, her silence gave Benny some discomfort. He quickly moved to cover it, opening his mouth, hoping for some gathered thought to spew forth but luckily she had finally decided to speak. "Um, yeah. See ya soon. Bye." He huffed out a breath of relief as a soft click resounded from his phone. This was going to work....it had to....

Once back inside, Benny rapidly made his way toward the front exit, hoping to meet Demetria in a timely manner, but he still risked throwing a glance over his shoulder at his great grandson Harrison. The boy and a bleach blonde waitress in her mid to late twenties that went by the name of Laney were stumbling over their words, their smiles lazy, and they seemed to be attempting a cover of an old folk song by slapping the palms of their hands onto the counter. Fortunately, the last of the lunch time stragglers that had staggered in had already been served, so if Benny was away from the restaurant for a little while, it'd probably be fine.

He made it outside not a moment too soon. The cool, pulseless air was a refreshing breathe the vampire fecklessly thought as he slipped in the dented up 1978 Dodge Dakota he was currently in possession of; some of the seat's synthetic leather coming loose. He patted it back down before turning the key over and pulling out of the gravel parking lot. When he had purchased the vehicle, it was already marked with indentations from having hit a deer and two cattle. It was obvious the truck had once been red but the color had long since given way to rust, and it held a single navy blue stripe down one side— yes, only the left side, the other side had no stripe, and he had no idea why that was. Further more, since Benny had owned it, its value had decreased considerably still, even though he had spent more money fixing the truck than he paid for it. If it was worth as much money as it had cost to keep it running, he could have sold it long ago and bought a new car....but he was rather fond of the rusty metal death trap...it had character.


As Benny turned down Westwood drive, nearing his destination of 3214 Bryarly Lane, he rapaciously stretched his arm behind the passenger side seat where an old, beaten up cooler sat, and pulled out a bag of blood he had stolen from a blood drive. He turned up the packet of crimson liquid life to his lips with aplomb, teeth ripping into the plastic stuffed between his jowls. He'd need to be full to manage this.


Only moment's later he whipped his truck into Demetria's driveway, parking next to her silver civic. Benny then frantically tore off his blood stained work apron, and wiped the edges of his mouth clean with it before chucking the fabric cover in behind his seat. With an anticipatory inhalation of unneeded air, he set foot outside the antiquated vehicle, making his way to the door of the austere home. Knock knock, just your friendly neighbor hood vampire hoping you'll let me move in with you. He thought as he rapped on the door.
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"Eggs and Ham huh? Luckily they aren't green or this would be weird." He chuckled, pleased he could keep his word and actually feed her. Sara had quickly offered to cook, which was surprisingly nice and a relief as Derek was a completely rubbish chef. He could burn water....No seriously, burn water. And now, with nothing more to do than wait on lunch, the wolf took to watching Sara. He realized then and there he liked to see her smirking at him from over her shoulder, her thick mahogany hair falling down the exposed marble skin of her shoulders to continue down the plain cotton that wrapped around her slender figure.

Derek rapidly shook off thoughts of an 'unfriendly' nature with determination. He had been serious with a girl once before, he'd wanted to know a relationship, to have the curtain of naivety lifted from over his eyes. He'd read the back of the book. If he liked Sara, he knew what would happen eventually--home burned, firmament destroyed, him left broken in ashed dirt and heart encased in stone. He stopped his racing thoughts for a moment, watching Sara's blue eyes as thoughts unreadable to Derek flowed through her consciousness. She wasn't Kate, and Derek had nothing left to lose. He had left his old life behind with his tail tucked between his legs, like a scorned cur who'd been kicked one too many times. He could be someone new with someone new. She was a fait accompli.

Sara turned off the stove eye and slid a plate of her masterpiece toward him shyly. "I ah.. I hope it's alright." She intoned, her voice barely above a whisper. Derek shoveled a large fork full of eggs and ham into his mouth and his eyes immediately rolled back into his head. "Oh my God. That's good." he groaned with his mouth still full.

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Nikolai's smile changed everything inside Gabby. She took a step back without realizing she had. This man before her - no, her maker, she had to get used to thinking that - was more complicated than anyone else she had ever known. He seemed to change emotions at the drop of a hat. One moment he was sincere, practically pouring his heart out to her and begging her to join him, and as soon as she does the same, he puts his protective guard up once more, as if her words mean nothing. Why couldn't she have had a different maker? One that truly cared about her. The man in front of her was what she had been given, however, and she would have to deal with it. She wasn't sure what Nik's motives were, but she was going to stay wary of him.

"Ah, well then...Shall we head back to my place? Best to discuss such future possibilities away from the prying ears of dogs." She stared back at the staircase the two had disappeared down, not agreeing with the stereotype of 'dog' at all. But she kept her mouth shut, not wanting to infuriate her maker. She quickly strode over to the counter, leaving a bill on the table for the owner, Caro, giving her a hefty tip as well. This wasn't exactly the morning she had imagined when she had woken up this morning. It would have been nice to just sit and talk with Caro, talk about her problems, and drink some liquor. Even though the girl was a werewolf, she had felt some sort of bond form in those few moments before Nikolai had appeared. She would have to return to the bar later, without her maker present, and try to rebuild the bridges that were surely burned between the two of them.

"Alright, let's go then," she said as she stepped out the door and into the sunlight once more. She winced, groaning as she placed her black shades back on her head. The sidewalks held a few individuals, yet the wolf from earlier was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had run off with that bitch and ended up sleeping with her. Well, that was his loss. He was truly missing out on something spectacular. She shrugged that thought away. She didn't want to think about how off her game she had been this morning. The sun was too damn bright, and she turned to look at Nik. "Well, lead the way. I have no idea where the hell I'm going."

She took a moment to study him slightly, although she had plenty of chances back at the bar. She knew he was older than any vampire she knew, including the leader of her coven, and yet here he was standing before her. He had explained why he'd left her, yet the pain still stuck in her chest. She had just been thinking how lonely she had been, and how much she had wanted to feel loved. Yet she wasn't exactly sure if this mysterious guy could give her the love she was craving. If he could really care about her the way she was needing. Only time would tell.





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Caro buried her head in his side, and Sam just squeezed her closer. The feel of her next to him felt so right, so natural. And not having any prying eyes on them made him feel safe just holding her. She looked up, met his eyes, and spoke softly to him. “You’re right…you’re are always right…” With a sigh, he could feel the tension seep out of her body, and she transformed back into her old self. It wasn't that Sam was always right, but he had the gift of seeing things from an outside perspective, and that normally led him to conclusions others weren't able to see so easily. “…He just upset me. But, I promise I’ll return to my charming usual self when we go back up.” Her smirk, and the way she was playing with the buttons of his shirt made him smile back at her.

Before he knew it, they were kissing each other as if they hadn't seen each other in months, almost as if they were attacking each other. He was hungry for her kisses, and he wrapped a hand lightly in her hair. Somehow she had been backed up against a wall, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as her legs wrapped around his waist. He let every other thought disappear from his mind, and he just focused on Caroline. Moments like this were rare in their relationship, not being able to spend every night together, seeing as the pack would get even more suspicious than they already were. So he truly cherished these moments more than anything.

She broke away from him, their passion slowly dissipating and becoming something much more tender. “I love you so much." The words poured from her lips, as if she hadn't even thought about them before speaking. "As I love you," he said softly, as she placed a gentle hand on his cheek. “So, so much,” she added before kissing him softly. He returned the kiss, but a large crash from above broke his loving thoughts. He immediately became defensive, placing Caroline behind him as he faced the stairs. "Stay behind me," he said roughly, slowly walking up the steps. One foot was placed in front of the other as he climbed, his ears straining for any abnormal noises. As he reached the top landing, he looked around slowly, surveying the scene. The door clinked softly as the two vampires exited, leaving the bar completely empty.

He took in the stool that had struck the bar and was lying in pieces, splinters of wood all over the floor. There was no way to tell what had happened, but at least the two had left alive, or at least as alive as they could be, and neither had seemed to be hurt. "Looks like the only casualty was a stool..." he said, walking over to begin picking up the pieces. He'd try to replace it for her as soon as he could.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, and he reached in his pocket to grab it. Staring at the screen, he saw that it was Axel, and swore silently. He was probably wondering where the hell Sam had gone. He opened the message, eyes widening as he read the words.

"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."

"Shit," he muttered softly, placing the phone back in his pocket. "A girl's dead," he said, looking up to Caroline with sad eyes. "Apparently it was a vampire. The Hunters know about it, and Axel suspects they'll become more active. He says to stay safe." Sam paused, thinking. "I should head back to the diner and catch up with him, see what he thinks and plan our next move." He paused once more, thinking. "Want to come with me? That way I know you're safe..." his voice trailed off, thinking of how much pain it would cause if he actually lost her. He would make sure that didn't happen, no matter what the cost.






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Jeremy seemed to flinch, and Ariana raised an eyebrow questioningly, wondering what was exactly going through his mind. One minute he had been giving her puppy dog eyes, practically drooling over her, and now he was flinching away as she looked into his eyes. Was he not the brightest crayon in the box? Although, he had become an officer, so he had to be pretty intelligent to make it in that field. He stayed silent, apparently seriously considering her offer. She honestly didn't know why. It was harmless, at least on her end. She didn't have any kind of ulterior motive, except for possibly a slight bit of information. He didn't have anything to be worried about, she wouldn't take it any farther than he wanted it to go.

"I'm not old enough to drink," he finally blurted out, eyes wide and eyebrows raised. She had known the boy was young, but not THAT young. Oh well, age was just a number, right? Besides, she drank enough as it is. It would be nice to have a night where she could be sober with someone and not have to wake up with a hangover the next morning. Except, what if he didn't like her for who she was? Not many people did, especially with her profession. They came to her for her looks and moves, not for her personality. Hell, she wasn't even sure if her fellow Hunters truly liked her.

Jeremy's voice brought her back to reality. "We could eat though, dinner is important. We should have it at least three times a day." Instantly, Ariana laughed. She couldn't help it. This guy was genuine, and clearly trying to impress her. Although he was doing a sub par job. But his genuineness made her laugh, and was actually quite charming. "It's good to know I can have steak three times a day. Perhaps I'll put on a few pounds," she said, tapping her stomach lightly, a smirk on her face. She couldn't help playing with him, just a little. Sunlight was finding its way through the branches, piercing the ground in random places. It was actually quite beautiful, although the nature of what had brought her there wasn't so beautiful at all.

"Okay, dinner it is," she said, reaching into her bag and grabbing a blank piece of paper and pen. "Oh! I'm Jeremy by the way, Jeremy Donovan." She looked up to see him pointing at his badge with his thumb, a smile on his proud face. "I figured as much," she said, scribbling her number on the paper and handing it to him. "Here's my number. Shoot me a call or text when you're all finished up here," she said, her hand brushing his slightly when he took the paper from her. "We can decide all the plans then." She figured it was about time she headed to Seb's house, and figured out what the hell was going on. "I should leave you to your job, and I have things to do."

"I'll see you later, handsome," she said with a wink, then she turned and left, heading back up to the road and beginning her trek to Seb's house. It took awhile, but finally she arrived, not bothering to knock on the door, just pushing it open and stepping into the entryway. She didn't find Seb or Annelise, but she found Rick, and she approached him. "What the hell is going on?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip and staring at him.