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Jeremy Donovan

This town, this crazy ass world we live in, sometimes not being willing to accept that someone is gone is because maybe they're not. At least not completely.

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

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Sometimes it pays to be the only normal one in a town full of Vampires, Werewolves, and Hunters. He is practically invisible.


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Race:Human

Gender:Male

Age:19

Nicknames:Jer, Jer-Bear, Wonderboy

Occupation:Rookie Cop





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Height:6 ft

Weight:188

Build:Athletic

Hair Color:Dark brown

Eye Color:Chocolate, with flecks of honey gold

Brief Written Description:Though Jeremy is tall and athletically built, he is not intimidating in the least. He is often called "Puppy dog" like for his happy go lucky, and kind persona he puts forth. He has dark hair, short on the sides but longer on the crown, which he likes to wear pushed up but stylishly messy, and chocolate brown eyes with golden and hazel flecks set by thick eyebrows.

Clothing Preference:When not donned in his officers uniform, Jeremy prefers to dress comfortably. He likes to wear 'under armour', adidas tees, cargo shorts, 'wife beaters', sleeveless running shirts, and nikey tennis shoes; thermal form fitting long shirts when its cooler out. Basically any casual sports wear.






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Skills:
  • Forgetting that well-known stereotype of the fat police officer that does nothing but chew on donuts, the fact of the matter is that Jeremy in good physical shape, and can handle most anything overly athletic.
  • Jeremy is good at maintaining an objective front and making good decisions
  • He has a wonderful set of people skills.
  • He has standard weapons training for an officer of the law, meaning he knows his way around a gun.

Quirks:
  • Jeremy tends to smile crookedly, and often.
  • Has a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
  • He carries a large coin which he is always rolling over his knuckles.
  • Uses mundane items as toys (e.g. bottle caps, straws, chopsticks).

Likes:
  • His German Shepherd Striker
  • Making people laugh, especially when they can't stop
  • Being on the move, from one activity to another
  • Dogs, cuddling, romping, and caring for them
  • driving around alone, especially when listening to a great soundtrack
  • constantly bumping into familiar faces on the street
  • Being an officer of the law, his lifes calling.


Dislikes:
  • hangnails
  • sunny days when it's anything less than 20ºC outside
  • watery hotchocolate
  • spilling food on clothes (happens to him a lot)
  • getting stones in his shoes
  • catching on fire (hasn't happened yet but you don't have to jump off a cliff to know it hurts)

Fears:
  • The Unknown
  • Disappointing others
  • failure


Written description:Jeremy is the definition of the "everyday man". In this town he could be considered the most "normal"; he does not possess any supernatural attribute, nor any supernatural artifact that makes him stand out of the rest of humanity. Jeremy is often seen by some people as a person who cares way too much about his job, but Jer is strong or good at being a cop because he wants to protect his family and friends from the dangers that threaten them every day, and he will always go the extra mile to do so.

As far as personality goes, Jeremy is loyal, headstrong, and down-to-earth. These qualities make it very hard for other people not to like him, but his real downfall lies in the fact he isn't the sharpest crayon in the crayola pack if you catch my drift. Poor Jer-bear can be quite thick in the head at times. He is also overly loving of animals, and they to him. His positive aura just attracts cats, dogs, and the like.





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Relationship Status:Single

Brief History:
From a young age Jeremy Donovan was dealt a pretty crappy deck of cards. Born to Kelly Donovan, a mother who was never at home, preferring the not so local bars, and a father that ditched the day he was born, most of his childhood was just spent with his sister Samantha, the two of them fending for themselves.

When highschool rolled around, his sister Sam fell in and out of the drug scene. Some stoner had bought a dime bag of weed off of her with a cheeseburger and a handful of coins. Buried deep in that mess had been an Irish Shilling, a silver coin stamped with a bull on one side, and a harp on the other. Samantha had decided to keep the coin and deemed it to be her good luck Tolkien, the luck of the Irish. Jeremy had claimed if it were really lucky, she'd of been paid properly for her drugs.
He did everything he could to save her form that sort of life, wishing she could just live without drugs... Unfortunately fate had another plan for the Donovan girl. Sam quickly became a vampires late night snack at a well known club for drug usage.

Jeremy keeps that large silver coin that belonged to Sam now, to keep her always in mind.

The loss of his older sister took a heavy toll on Jer and he never completely got over losing her- especially because the circumstances surrounding her death were never truely explained or solved. He longs to catch her murderer, even though the police told him that it was an 'animal attack', he never believed it himself.

The day Jeremy graduated from highschool, not having a single family member there to watch him accept his diploma, he forgoed the ceremoney to head on over to the police academy and begin training to be an officer of the law. He takes great pride in his work, though most of the other cops constantly haze him as the rookie and make him run their errands and such. Jeremy just wants to help people, and maybe one day solve his sisters case.

Jeremy still lives in town in his childhood home, but not alone any longer. He has a german shepherd named Striker, awarded to him by the police academy, and the pair of them are nearly inseparable.

So begins...

Jeremy Donovan's Story

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding Character Portrait: Jeremy Donovan Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan
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Jeremy Donovan, the Law office of Bellingstone's Doe-eyed rookie, perched happily in his stiff backed desk chair; filing away not only his paper work, but also the work of several other higher ranking officers too lazy to worry themselves with such tasks. Jer didn't mind though, he was always one to be productive and helpful if he could manage to do so. Most of the police officers he came to work with when he first started there were initially suspicious of his kindness, but they soon came to accept his friendly overtures. They were just part of who this kid was, much like a puppy, and they often liked to take advantage of that fact.

Detective John Riley, A sallow man with a pocked doughy face, crept his way up to the rookie's desk; grinning devilishly. As the head office hazer and heckler, he certainly had his job cut out for him. Jeremy was all too pleasant and nice for his tastes, and wouldn't break the way he wanted him to, which in turn made him try all the harder. Jeremy had been absentmindedly rolling a coin over his knuckles, back and forth with skill, a mundane action that he always managed to pick up whenever he had a free hand, when Riley snatched it free from his fluxuating grasp. "Thanks for the quarter rook, I was just getting peckish." He said rather nastily, fishing a dollar bill from his own pocket and heading over to the snack Vending machine resting on the wall opposite to them. "No wait, stop!" Jeremy pleaded, rising from his seat, arm outstretched. This particular coin was not just some quarter, it was a coin of great importance to the teen who carried it. See back when his sister was still alive, some stoner had bought a dime bag of weed off of her with a cheeseburger and a handful of coins. Buried deep in that mess had been an Irish Shilling, a silver coin stamped with a bull on one side, and a harp on the other. Samantha had decided to keep the coin and deemed it to be her good luck Tolkien, the luck of the Irish. Jeremy had claimed if it were really lucky, she'd of been paid properly for her drugs. Now that she was gone, he carried that coin everywhere.

Jeremy felt as if there were a stone in his chest, maybe an albatross around his neck. John Riley had the temerity to look offended, sending Jer a stern glance. "Seriously Rook, you'd thing you'd be more generous to your superior officers. It's just a quarter for Christ sakes!" His pudgy fingers hovered over the coin slot, leaving Jeremy's shilling perilously close to tumbling in. Jeremy's voice cracked as he spoke, crumbling beneath emotion."You don't understand, that coin-"

"10-54. All officers to the scene." Riley's radio voiced, screaming static from it's secure spot on his hip. "Scratch that, 10-55. Bring back up. We've got a crowd. over." John Riley rolled his eyes dramatically before tossing the coin through the air, the metal singing as Jeremy deftly caught it. "To be continued." He intoned before trotting off, his black police issued dress shoes squeaking all the way. Jeremy finally let out a breath of relief as he rubbed his thumb over the rough surface of his coin, before placing in firmly back home in his pocket.

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When Jeremy arrived at the wooded pass, his nervous tension from earlier had melted away. He knew deep down he should be solemn, but he could not help but feel excited. A crime scene! A real crime scene! And he was working it! This was only heightened by seeing Sebastian in all his glory. He was peering down at the body, looking like the serious Byronic hero with his russet hair, tanned skin and uniform, seemingly unfazed by the chill in the air. Jeremy tugged his own shirt high up under his chin, and flipped the collar of his coat up, framing him like ravens on his shoulders, to block out that cold. "Tape off the scene Rookie! Damn! Do I have to tell you everything!" Riley shouted at him from behind, causing Jeremy to flush with embarrassment. He quickly began wickering off a yellow line, forming a square around the body, but paused to take note of who had come to be called deceased. It was some woman he didn't know personally, which was surprising as Jeremy was the kind of person who gotten to know just about everyone in town. He was the sort that remembered your grandmother's eightieth birthday after only having met you once.

She had a great gaping hole torn in her neck, only a few ropes of pale tendon still keeping it attached to the rest of her body. Her skin was as white as bone, dried blood coated her body like the scarlett flames of a wild fire consuming the corpse, and it made it difficult to ascertain just where else she had been cut open at. It was all eerily familiar...animal attack. His mind offered, just like they said happened to your sister. Jeremy's eyes were lit fuses and he heard the ticking of a time bomb in his chest, it was quite possible that being fed that crap line once more would be the death of him, so he should be buried, like a claymore mine, maybe he’ll be harmless that way once he does ignite he thought idly. He stuck the final piece of tape up and knelt down next to the body. "I will find your killer, I swear it. I- I am so sorry." He intoned quietly before rising again.

"You'll wait until I have my report, alright? I'm sure your bed can wait for a little bit...a woman's dead here- show some respect." Sebastian recounted to an EMT, his rich tone, pouring through the air, thick golden warmth, slowing the blood in Jeremy’s veins like sap. It didn't matter that the tone was angry, he sounded like a real live warrior to Jeremy. He would find the one responsible, Jeremy was sure. "Detective Harding!" He called out, bounding over to his superior.

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Character Portrait: Axel Jaeger Wolff Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding Character Portrait: Jeremy Donovan Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan
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Jo was still studying the body from afar, seeing if perhaps she recognized which vampire made the marks, when one of the men who had been with the Sheriff in the diner approached her. “Came to get my cellphone back from the Sheriff and here I am at a crime scene. IPhones- they all look the same.” He acted nonchalantly, as if it was coincidence that he was here. She was not so easily fooled, but she would play his game. "I don't use an Iphone, I've got a Galaxy. Much easier to identify." She said holding up her phone for him to see. She gave him a noncommittal smile as she spoke to him.

“Same place as you- might be fate. Especially considering you work at a library. Then again- who could pass up the allure of a dead body in a small town?” He said looking at the dead woman. Jo snapped her fingers as she remembered exactly who this man was. "Oh that's right, you work at the library too. You know Maude, right? I've got her keeping an eye on things. There's only a few people there anyway. I couldn't resist seeing what was going on, I can be pretty nosey." She said commenting on the fact that she knew pretty much everything there was to know about the town. She wondered if he would be smart enough to take notice that she was more than suspicious of him.

“Not to make it any less gruesome- but- ah- I’m doing this wrong. Is there any good way to hit on a woman at a crime scene? If there is- you can help me.” She chuckled. Even if he was what she suspected, she couldn't really care less. This man was certainly charming and was rather handsome. “I’m Rick.” he said, extending his hand to her. "Jo, nice to meet you." she said, and it certainly was nice to meet him. Axel certainly wouldn't approve of her behavior, especially considering she was supposed to be with Sam, but when had he ever told her what she could and couldn't do? It was true he was the Alpha, but ever since they had met as cubs, he knew she was never one to be tamed.

As she thought of Axel, she recalled the situation at hand. Lassiter was still being firmly scolded by the Sheriff and had not answered if he had contacted Axel yet. She was pretty certain that he hadn't and that now would be the best time to do so. "Excuse me," she said to Rick, "I've got to call and check in with Maude." she said, lying.

She stepped away, closer to the yellow rope that the younger cop had just placed around the scene and pulled her phone from her pocket. She quickly dialed Axel's number, hoping he would pick up. Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring. "Hello, you've reached the vo-" She hung up as the voicemail picked up, frustrated. She was sure that he was busy with work, he always was, but this matter was extremely important. Sighing she dialed again and left a voice message for him. "Axel, it's Jo. Something's gone down close to the police department, actually, more like someone. Definitely a fanger attack, the girl's dead. Lassie and I are here, but the Sheriff is as well and the people he was with earlier. There's something off about them. I think they might be Hunter's but I don't have anything concrete..yet. I'll keep you posted." she said and ended the message. Hopefully he would get a break soon and get it.

After she was done, she walked back over to where Rick was. She crossed her arms, peering back at the crime scene. "So, did you know her? Or were you just curious too?" She said nonchalantly. Her true motive was to find out if this girl was associated with those she considered Hunters, and if it would cause the Sheriff to begin an all-out war with the Fangers and by extension the Pack, of course, that was if they were Hunters.

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Seb slowly relaxed against the tree, crossing one leg over the other as he pressed his back to the bark. Might as well wait for things to clear up...he and his Hunters wouldn't be able to meet either way until people cleared out of the vicinity. With his gray eyes narrowed slightly, Sebastian observed the scene that unfolded before him. Some specialists appeared to be arriving, since Bellingstone lacked a forensics department. A photographer was already snapping shots of the body, though he looked more like a journalist than a crime scene photographer. Seb whistled, getting the man's attention.

"Hey buddy, get out of here," he snapped, flicking his badge with his fingers quickly. The journalist frowned and opened his mouth to speak. In fact, he started to reach for a lanyard, which probably held some sort of identification. Seb shook his head and jerked his thumb back toward town. The journalist glared and slowly stood up, retreating to his van with camera in hand. He looked to the corpse, zoning out slightly as he examined the damage from a distance. He sensed a presence beside him and glanced over, noticing Annelise, eyes and face red from crying. She seemed to be silently begging for something, but he had not a clue what. Sure, he was able to infer many things about observations he made...yet he was never good at interpreting the emotions of others. Sebastian met her gaze for a few moments, annoyance still evident, and looked away as she closed her mouth.

Minutes passed, an awkward silence between the two until Annelise finally broke it. "Should I still come over...?" she asked, her voice wavering and unsteady, sounding as if she were on the verge of tears again. Sebastian looked up, fighting to keep the annoyance out of his expression. A sigh passed through his lips and he nodded slowly.

"Yeah...yeah, you should," he murmured. "I'll...be a little later at the station, though. Paperwork and stuff...follow-ups regarding the death." He pressed his lips together roughly, thinking. He rubbed his hand along his cheeks, the bristly hairs of his beard scratching against his calloused hand. "Um...do you think you could pick Leigh up at school? It's an odd request, I know...but I hate leaving her there." Seb looked away as a few more cops arrived at the scene. One, a young rookie, looked around the scene in amazement.

Sebastian gave a small, almost mournful smile as he watched the boy for a few heartbeats. What had happened to that child-like curiosity in himself? He couldn't remember the last time he had felt that excited. Perhaps it was when he killed off Achilles? Yes, maybe that was it. The rookie began to tape off the scene while examining the body. As he finished the square, Jeremy, the boy, approached the maimed body and knelt beside it. He lips moved, from what Sebastian could tell, but he had not a clue as to what the boy said. Jeremy seemed to finally noticed Seb and his face lit up, beaming broadly at his superior.

"Detective Harding!" he exclaimed. Sebastian met Jeremy's gaze and nodded quickly.

"Wonderboy," he greeted, using a nickname he'd heard around the station for the boy. Seb slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out the lighter and pack of cigarettes he had on him. Lighting up a cigarette, he took a drag and then held it by his side as he released the smoke through parted lips. "You wanna clear the scene up a bit? I have to make sure the cataloging is running smoothly..." He turned to Annelise and scanned her quickly, eyes flitting up and down along her figure quickly as if investigating her first. "If you'll excuse me..." He placed the cigarette back between his lips and started toward the corpse again with his hands in his pockets and his body hunched slightly.

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Annelise cringed as Sebastian turned his head towards her, his eyes filled with agitation. The sigh he let out made her shrink back slightly, but she nodded at his reply. Although his request visibly surprised her, causing her to look up at him, shining with confidence although she was obviously still upset about Nika. "Of course.." She murmured, blinking her remaining tears away as she forced a brave smile. Sebastian was trusting her with something important, how could she say no? But it's not like it was a burden anyway, she loved the little girl, she was so sweet and brave. The shouting behind her caused her to jump before she looked back, relaxing slightly as the rookie ran over. Annelise backed away while the two talked briefly, daydreaming in the short period she had. If she hadn't glanced up at Sebastian again she wouldn't have noticed his eyes wandering over her, causing her face to turn a pretty shade of pink. She nodded to him, silent as he walked off slumped over.

The girl sighed, walking off towards the shop again, but heading straight past it towards the school.

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"Wonderboy, you wanna clear up the scene a bit? I have to make sure the cataloging is running smoothly." Sebastian dryly informed Jeremy, taking a drag from his cigarette, the scent of cloves wrapping itself around the rookie officer like a warm blanket.

Jeremy's heart felt as though it might beat from his chest, like in one of those cheesy Saturday morning cartoons he watched as a kid. To be entrusted with anything from Sebastian made him feel like he could carry the whole wide world on his shoulders without stumbling. "Yes Sir!" He scrambled to reply, the tinge of hopefulness in his tone was almost adorably pitiable. Sebastian then left Jer to his own devices, heading back over to the deceased still splayed out on the forest floor, a grim frown setting his features.

Jeremy obediently responded to his given command, energetically bounding over to the well formed crowd around the closed off scene. "Okay folks, this isn't the circus, they'll be no buying tickets to see this event. You all need to go home." Several onlookers groaned in resilience, but Jeremy merely held his hands up in a placating gesture. "I know you are all concerned, but I promise you you all are perfectly safe. Go on back to work, school, or home. The police have this under control."

Jeremy felt alarmingly like a little boy pulling a practical joke, dropping groceries into someone else's shopping cart, calling someone only to hang up when they answered. He was just a kid, making false promises to a nervous crowd, playing grown up.

As he turned away from the now dispersing collective of townsfolk, his ears picked up the grumbling of a sketchy looking EMT “Sure, why not? I don’t have a life. And I love hanging about contaminating the crime scene. Why don’t I litter it with more fingerprints? Over here, and over there- and roll around in the blood. Awesome.....asshat.” Jeremy immediately envisioned the man rubbing his hands together like some silent-movie villain or twirling a handle bar mustache as he cackled. He nearly liked just about everyone he met, even the office hazer had redeeming qualities, but he would not respect any negativity toward his idol.

Jeremy confidently strode over to the man now scratching away at a clip board with smile was treacly enough to cause cavities, almost cloying. Lassiters usually attractive face was haggard and drawn from lack of sleep, his hair bedraggled, but his eyes met the rookies with a brightness that rivaled that of a lightning strike--the brightness of a good soul, one of the most fascinating enigmas of the world. Jeremy's resolve almost crumbled beneath him then. "You the EMT? Just filling out your report?" He asked, his voice cracking like the spitting embers of a dwindling fire.

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding Character Portrait: Ariana Kaye Character Portrait: Jeremy Donovan Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN
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As she walked out of the diner, Rick came up behind her. "See you soon," he said, getting ready to part ways with her in front of the entrance to the diner. She turned to face him, expressionless. "Later," she said simply, turning back around and walking a few steps. "Be safe," he called quickly, and she stopped in her tracks. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave him a soft, genuine smile. Something rare for her. "You too." He turned and left, so she resumed her walk in the opposite direction. She was going the longer way around, but she didn't care. The hunters didn't need to be seen travelling together, much less showing up at the police station at the exact same time. The sun was bright against her eyes, and she was thankful for the dark shades.

Ariana pulled her phone out of her clutch, reading the same message she had spotted on Rick's phone. Suddenly, the screen changed and Tommy's name popped up once again. She rolled her eyes and hit the ignore button. That kid just didn't give up. She stuffed the phone back in the clutch and zipped it tight. She strolled along casually, not heeding Seb's timeline of 5 minutes. She passed some shops, stopping to admire pieces of clothing. She was practically drooling over a pair of sexy black lace up boots, which she figured were made just for her, when a voice broke through her daydream. "Ariana!" it called, somewhat loudly. She turned towards the source of the noise, and winced when she saw who it was. Tommy.

"Damnit," she whispered to herself, rolling her rolling her eyes so the approaching man couldn't see. When he came up right next to her, she turned to him and looked him up and down. He really was quite attractive, with tanned skin, black hair tousled, a perfectly white smile, and chocolate brown eyes. However, she should have known the moment she met him that he would be too clingy. And here was her proof. He had already called her multiple times that morning, and now had searched her out. She thought he would of understood when she kicked him out last night, not wanting him to stay until the morning. Apparently the kid didn't have a clue. "Tommy," she said with no emotion, averting her eyes from his piercing gaze. "I've been trying to get ahold of you all morning!" he said excitedly, reaching out to touch her shoulder gently. She shied away from him, taking a step away. She met his gaze, noticing a frown appearing on his lips. "What's wrong, Ana?" he asked softly. Her eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed at the use of her nickname, which was normally reserved for close friends. Not one night stands.

"I don't know what childish notions you have about the two of us, Tommy, but last night was a one time thing," she said somewhat harshly. She pushed past him, not bothering to look back. "Go bug someone else," she said before walking out of earshot, leaving him standing alone looking dumbfounded. "Ana!" he called after her, but she kept walking, ignoring his yell. As she left him alone, she felt slightly guilty being so harsh with the guy, who honestly hadn't done anything wrong. She had just been thinking a half hour ago that Seb needed to be gentle with Annelise when he let her down, and here she was going the complete opposite way. "Oh well," she said out loud to herself. At least now she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore.

It was a quick walk to the station, which was an absolute mad house. Her bad feeling from earlier came back. As she walked closer to the woods behind the station, she noted Rick talking to another female, one who worked at the library and hung out frequently at the diner. She had a suspicion she was a werewolf, as did most of the hunters, but obviously Rick didn't have a problem. It made her eyes narrow, and she turned in a different direction, not wanting to look at the sight anymore. There were so many people around, crowding against the yellow tape to try and see what happened.

The rookie cop was attempting to get everyone to back off, while she saw Rick enter her vision once more and head over for Seb. Not wanting to align herself with the two of them in front of so many people, she approached the rookie cop instead, who seemed to possibly be chatting with the EMT on scene. Another werewolf. She hoped Jeremy would be forthcoming with information, since he was a rookie after all. Plus, he was a generally nice guy, and one of the most attractive in the entire town of Bellingstone.

She approached him casually, acting as if she had just happened upon the scene. Which technically, she did. "Interesting morning, I see," she said to him as she stopped beside him. "What's with all the commotion?" she asked, looking at him with her extremely clear blue eyes. Just for good measure, she fidgeted slightly and brushed her thigh against his. Perhaps she could flirt her way into information as well.

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Name: Lassiter Declan EMT (NREMT)
A lot could be said for his name, but none of it was good. Those that knew him now without the grasping digits of his past would say that he was an asshole at best- as anyone else might be called a saint. Yet the Declan name went deeper than that, and that spike of lineage is what held his psyche together. While he currently took refuge in a fixer-upper than had been mostly ‘fixed’ he was a gypsy by blood. The Declans were gypsies first and foremost. They were travelers, thieves, criminals, flim-flams, circus acts, and those people that you passed on the street that you were assured that all their fineries were pilfered. While Lassiter was born into that life he failed to live it. He broke the trend of ‘blood is thicker than water’ by not even attempting to receive his blood once again. Lassiter was a werewolf of the Wolffe pack now- nothing more or less.

It took all of his concentration to finish the report with its’ countless colored imprinted copies underneath. Those fingers shakily roughed out his name at the bottom in enough time to be greeted by Detective Asshat’s Personal Butt Monkey. The boy was as fresh faced as they came with his wild hair and pubescent looks. Lassiter blinked slowly and sighed. His digits slipped through the paperwork, and found the hue that matched the police force.
“Nope.” He responded shortly. “I’m saving the world with my mighty sword atop of my glittering unicorn.” Lassiter stated flatly before tearing the yellow copy and thrusting it towards Butt Monkey. “I’m so sad that you can’t see that. Anyway give this to your superior. Here is my evaluation of the scene and the number of the hospital’s morgue that this corpse is going to end up at.” He sighed, “the coroner will be here shortly to commence that considering I didn’t come here with the proper equipment.” It was then his eyes swept towards the sultry mistress that near about mounted the young boy in interest. “Seems like you have other things going on. Have a good morning.” Lassiter turned on his heel as he shoved the yellow copy towards the boy. Honestly he didn’t much care what happened next as long as he was legally and properly filed away.

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Character Portrait: Derek Hale Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Ariana Kaye Character Portrait: Benny Lafitte Character Portrait: Leighton Harding Character Portrait: Jeremy Donovan Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Livius Vibi Character Portrait: Demetria Hawke
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"A mother fucker." she replied unabashed, her cheeks dimpling with a wry smile. Profanity sounded so alien coming from the mouth of the small cherub faced girl, in a voice so tiny and melodious. Leighton giggled and bobbed her head along to the song playing over the radio waves, it was one she enjoyed. Whatever reaction Annelise would have to Leighton cursing would prove only to please the seven year old. She had such a playful disposition which delighted in anything mischievous.

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Derek's small black ears folded back against his skull. She wanted him to come over to her house? Her home? It was one thing for them to be playing, wolves in the wild; well, as wild as the woods outside of town could be, but it was another matter completely for human interaction. Derek wasn't so great at that. He could handle the mundane everyday conversations well enough, but it had been a few years since he had actually spent any time with people in a social setting. "I uh...I don't have any clothes." Brilliant.

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Jeremy was gripped by that strange novel emotion of indignation. Any stray feelings of guilt he had in coming over there to check on the EMT's progress melted from his body, pooling at his feet, streaming and fizzing as they evaporated away. Jeremy was an all around nice guy most days, and it wasn't as if he had even been rude to the man, only thought about it. Where had that come from? The light he had seen in the man's eyes, Lassiter's eyes, contrasted sharply with his response. His body was like a sadistic mockery of the man Jeremy thought he saw within. "You too Sir." He said politely, his tone short and clipped, but before he could turn to leave, some raven haired woman was glued to his side, asking questions about the scene.


"What's with all the commotion?" She pushed curiously, brushing against him as she seemingly leaned in to get a better view from behind the tape. "Miss, as I said earlier, the law enforcement has everything under control. You have nothing to worry about. If you want details, read the paper tomorrow morning. We will have issued an offical statement by then." He said with a gentle smile, his voice warm and kind. However, now that he was looking at her, really looking, he realized she was something worth looking at. She had dark obsidian tresses and bright icy eyes of an incandescent blue. Falling back into a typical teenage fashion, a doopey grin crawled up his face and latched on there, his insipidly boring ken doll features turning positively smitten. He wanted to say more, it was his first day on a scene and he was so proud he could gush just to impress her, but too many voices in his head screamed repercussions.

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Livius smiled superciliously and tilted his head, it oscillating in an almost reptilian manner as Benny folded his arms over his broad chest and left him to his own devices. Outwardly, Benny seemed quite relaxed, even cordial, the small smile on his face more suited to one talking about the weather than someone wordlessly being threatened by an older vampire, but if any of the diner patrons would look upon his face closely enough, they might be inevitably drawn into his bright blue eyes, flickering with undisguised fury.

When he re-entered the Ragin' Cajun, his keen senses were engulfed in the smell newspaper and crawfish, of warm beignets dashed with powdered sugar and in his ears rang the rich sounds of zydeco. Benny's lips made a grim twist that was like the joyless cousin of a smile. This was as close to his home as he was going to get in Bellingstone. His gaze flickered to his great grandson Harrison, rabbiting around the diner, pestering waitresses much to old for him, and well out of his league. To Benny's horror, venom pooled in his mouth, his canines lengthen and sharpening, biting into the inside of his lower lip in his closed mouth. The fresh outside air had only done him diservice in the way that the copper flavor of pulsating blood in the air beguiled him until he decided to turn tail and head back outside. "Oi Benny!" Harrison called, noticing his entrance. "Where you going now?" Benny groaned mentally. "Outside! Gotta check my voicemail, sorry!" He yelled in reply, his warm and strong accent strained.

As soon as he walked out the door from which he came, he was elated to see Livis had left via the woods and wasn't still waiting on him. Benny pulled his green blood soaked apron over his head and slung it in the grass, wiping his hands down his tired face covered in three day old scruff bordering on a beard. This wasn't getting easier.His hunger was like a fire; flames licking the line of his pulse, making it race. He could feel something in his chest, something volatile, a live thing that stirred, dizzying him with an appetency that made him shudder, turning logic to madness. He needed a distraction. He swiftly retrieved his cellular phone from the abyss of his jean pocket with a shaky hand, and proceeded to actually check for messages he didn't expect to be there.

"Hi, I...um, I saw your ad in the paper and I was wondering if you were still looking for a roommate. Look, I won't be able to move in with you. I got this townhouse some weeks ago and I've unpacked a lot. I understand if you're not willing, but I'm in this big townhouse by myself with room enough for two. I don't live too far from your restaurant and if you call me back, I can easily come out there and meet you. You can even come see the place tonight if you want. Just...call me back and we can set the time...or day. No rush."

Some girl prattled on nervously, obviously uncomfortable with leaving a message in the first place. Benny just stood there shocked momentarily, the phone still pressed to his ear long after she had finished speaking and the voicemail had clicked off. Isn't this what he wanted? What he needed? But could he handle the temptation? He wasn't married to his apartment, hell, he would welcome a chance to move out and someone to share the burden of the bills with, but could he handle the call of human blood twenty four seven? He placated himself with the fact he would be at work during the day, and who knew, maybe she wasn't a home body to begin with.

Benny quickly brought the phone back down, punching in the phone number, and put it to his ear once more, letting it ring....

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Jeremy seemed just about ready to swoon before Seb. As the officer walked off, he glanced quickly over his shoulder to steal a glimpse at the boy. In a chipper manner, he'd cried, "yes, sir" and hurried off. The police force certainly needed more enthusiasm like that. Even Sebastian wasn't too thrilled about getting up to work in the morning. He only really kept the job to stay up to date on the going-ons in town. In fact, as he looked down at Nika before him, he couldn't help but feel as if this career wasn't really for him. He should quit, focus on his Hunting...that's what his Uncle would have wanted, no? And, soon enough, he'd be teaching Lee everything her father had taught him. It seemed so odd. To Seb, it seemed like just days ago he was a little boy struggling to lift a gun up and pull the trigger. Now, he was one of Bellingstone's greatest killers. Even though he was just thirty-one and yet he felt the weight of the entire world upon his shoulders.

The sheriff sighed and took another drag of the cigarette, releasing the smoke through his slightly parted lips. Perhaps he'd call in sick tomorrow...it was the last thing he wanted to do, but he was just too damned worked up right now. He still couldn't fathom the idea of Nika being gone for good in just the blink of an eye. It was like his uncle all over again, oh God. The man had always been such a fighter and then one bad bout of pneumonia and he'd been declared dead in a week. Besides, he should spend more time with Leigh, right? Seb was still zoned out when he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey buddy- um- do you happen to have grabbed my cellphone?" asked a familiar male. Sebastian turned and came face to face with Rick. Keeping a straight face, he pretended to ponder the question.

"Yeah, I think I did," he replied, his tone its usual monotonous way. "It's at my house though- dropped it off to keep it safe. Here's my address in case you want to get it on your own time." He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and a pen. Instead of scrawling out an address, he wrote out, Heading back home. Annelise is there already. Too many people here for an actual meeting. He handed the paper to Rick and pocketed his pen. "Take your time, though. I'm going nowhere any time soon." He started off toward his truck but stopped near Jeremy.

"Wonderboy, finish up here and then get your ass back to the station, got it?" he said, glancing around. He noticed the EMT and briefly glared at the man, a fist clenched at his side. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jer. I've got things to deal with right now." Sebastian retraced his steps toward his police truck and climbed in. He'd almost forgotten by then that he still had his cigarette in one hand so, as he closed the door with one hand, he placed the burning butt between his lips. Cracking the window open, Seb shoved his keys in the ignition and started off toward his home, following the familiar road from outside of the police station. It took a few minutes, all of which he spent in utter silence, to reach the building on the outskirts of the small town. He parked the car and slipped out, keeping his boots silent against the drive out of instinct.

As he locked around, he instantly noticed a car that wasn't normally in his driveway. He knew it was Annelise's but he tensed for a moment and placed a hand to the gun on his thigh. Calmed down slightly, he continued up the stairs to the porch and then unlocked the front door with his set of worn keys. Seb's key ring was quite crowded, containing keys for his police truck, his regular truck, his multiple gun safes, the locks on his house, and a few others he didn't remember acquiring. The Hunter pushed open the front door and saw Annelise and Leighton not too far ahead. A light smile crossed his lips as he noticed Leigh, her usual bright and peppy self. Even if he felt like absolute shit, the young girl had a vibe about her that kept him functioning.

"What should we do while we wait for Sebastian?" Annelise was asking the girl as the young woman sat on one of the aged couches.

"Well, you won't have to do much waiting," he said, a grin still lingering in the corners of his mouth from the little girl. He passed by Lee and ruffled her hair lightly before bending down to press a kiss to the top of her head. "Hey, Lay-Lay." Straightening up again, he looked to Annelise and nodded quickly. "Thanks for picking her up. I didn't think I'd be done so quickly." He decided not to speak about his little loss of ambition out in the field. As he thought back to it now, it was stupid and childish...he was a grown man now, not a preschooler. Excusing himself, he retreated to his room and changed swiftly into a t-shirt without the sleeves (he'd ripped them off to be able to move his arms more easily) and a pair of jeans. Dressed in clothing he actually liked, he reentered the front room and leaned up against the wall, arms crossed. "How was school, Lee? Anything exciting happen?"

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Ariana was disappointed at the cop’s demeanor. Normally rookie’s tended to want to show off and impress when they had information to share. Especially something as important as the chaos happening behind the police station. Yet this guy was all business as he replied to her. "Miss, as I said earlier, the law enforcement has everything under control. You have nothing to worry about.” Really, he had called her miss? Talk about a buzz kill. She took a step away, knowing that her flirts and charms were going to be lost on him. And it was such a shame, because he actually was pretty good looking.

”If you want details, read the paper tomorrow morning. We will have issued an official statement by then." “Yeah, yeah…” she said, rolling her eyes and waving a dismissive hand at him. Although she had trouble being annoyed with him when his voice was so warm, and his smile so gentle. She felt her negative feelings just kind of dissolve. And as she watched him, he noticed his face slowly change from official to… dopey? Even though he was already young, his change in expression just made him look younger. She raised an eyebrow, wondering what was going through his mind. “You should take a picture… it would last longer,” she said, a smirk crawling up her features, a small laugh escaping her lips.

She shook her head as she looked away from him and back towards the scene of the crime, which was unfortunately out of her sight. As she was wondering what exactly was going on, she realized that he was still looking at her. Gears begun turning in her head, and she figured since he seemed to be so enchanted with her, she could at least use it to her advantage. Her eyes slowly made their way back to him, and she smiled a brilliant, beautiful smile that was uncharacteristic for her. “I’m Ariana,” she said sweetly, shuffling slightly closer to him.

For a moment, she felt sorry for the boy, because he reminded her a little of Tommy. Kind, warm, and trying to find the good in others. He certainly had no idea what he was getting himself into with Ariana. She was hard to handle, and that was putting it simply. She made a promise to herself not to treat him the same way she had treated Tommy. If possible, she wasn’t going to completely shatter his heart.

“So, I was thinking, we should totally get a drink together tonight,” she said, fluttering her eyes and fluffing her hair. Suddenly, Seb appeared before her eyes. He completely ignored her presence, focusing instead on Jeremy alone. ”Wonderboy, finish up here and then get your ass back to the station, got it?” he glanced around, though conveniently still didn’t notice her. Come on, she wasn’t THAT short. But she kept her mouth shut. After all, why would the town sheriff have anything to do with a lowly stripper?

”I’ll see you tomorrow, Jer. I’ve got things to deal with right now.” And with that, Seb turned around and left, not waiting from any word from the pair. Although she generally didn’t have a problem with him, she was pissed that he didn’t acknowledge that she was there. Although, when she really considered his actions, something seemed off. There was more going on here than it seemed. It appeared that he was heading home, so once she was finished with Jeremy, she would make her way over there to figure out exactly what was going on.

She paused after he walked away, then turned her attention back on Jeremy. “So what do you say? Drinks? Dinner? Something?” she asked, and realized there was some actual longing in her voice. Did she actually want to go on this date? Hell, she didn’t even know who this guy was. Instantly, she looked away, embarrassed that she actually seemed to want this date. He would probably think she was a joke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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Jeremy gazed after Arianna's retreat like a love struck puppy, half expecting someone to stop and point out the cartoon hearts that had to be swirling around his head. Her long raven hair swished as she sauntered away, brushing against her back, reminding him of some celestial nocturnal goddess. Oh No. He defiantly had it bad. Jer sucked a large swell of air into his lungs and turned back to the grotesque crime scene laid out before him. Most of the officers had taken leave from the scene, allowing the CSI's do their job and collect evidence.

“The unsub took his time. This wasn’t something that could have been done quickly. There are nearly 46 wounds around the throat alone." he noted, calculating expeditiously. "Looks like the vic lost most of her body's gallon-and-a-half right here." His nose crinkled up in distaste. "Who...Who could, would have done such a thing? My sister's killer maybe?" He sighed. "Never assume past what the evidence tells you." Jeremy reminded himself, mentally rattling off the lesson Sebastian had once taught him.

By the end of the shift, there was still nothing good to report. Every drop of blood belonged to the girl Nika Bornina, now a cold corpse on a morgue slab with massive cervical collar damage and exsanguination on her death note. There were no prints on her body, and Jeremy hadn't been able to locate any reliable eyewitnesses. He huffed out a breath of hot air as he sat behind the wheel of his loner squad car, he'd have one to call his own when he got promoted past the rookie phase. The fledgling officer always headed home at the lunch hour to feed his German shepherd Striker, and he was a bit behind schedule today, the scene eating up more of his time than usual due to his working it practically solo. He lifted a hand free from the steering wheel and buried it in his pocket, fishing out the crumpled slip of paper the woman had listed her cell on. Jeremy chewed on his lower lip. Where on earth would he take her?

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ImageExhausted from a long day of case work, Jeremy stretched out on his side in his queen sized bed with his German Shepherd, listening to the sound of Striker's breathing, a rattle that was human enough to be considered a snore. His mind kept wandering back to Ariana and her long obsidian tresses and her bright, icy blue eyes. He smiled as he ran his fingers through Striker's fur, absentmindedly playing with the multicolored hair, idly wondering if his dog would like her. He shook those thoughts away as he willed his eyes to close. He had yet to even call her to set up that date, best not to put the cart before the horse.

The following morning, the mid-winter's sun threw it's rays across Jeremy's bed through the window; his face gilded by the ever brightening light of dawn. His pet and police partner yipped excitedly, realizing his human was awake at last, as Jeremy moved a hand up to block out the intense luminescence from his sensitive eyes. "Striker, outside?" He asked, a grin creeping up his bleary face, to which the dog replied with one low bark. Jer sprung from the bed, tossing the sheets off of his body in one fluid motion as his feet hit the cold floor. He then proceeded to race his pet, the dogs toe nails clacking and causing him to slide without traction, across the house to the back door. It wasn't an easy feat to live alone when you loved people as much as Jeremy did. His German Shepherd was his one saving grace, it kept the quiet at bay, so he went above and beyond to bond with his pet. Every morning brought with it games and challenges for the pair to embark on.

After winning the impromptu race, Striker was awarded a much needed bathroom break outside while Jer wandered into his kitchen. But perhaps wandered wasn't the correct word, as the closer he got to the kitchen the more he realized why this was his subconscious' intended destination. His umber eyes fell on the home phone that hung on the wall, nestled between the fridge and the countertop. Call her. It challenged. Well...he did.

The phone call was slightly less embarassing than the intial meeting. Jeremy's voice was steady, but the bottom had seemed to have fallen out of it...There was no strength to the words...She was as pleasent and silky sounding as he had remembered her to be, absolutely oblivious to his lack of charm for some odd reason. He set up the date and hung up only when his dog's incessant barking heralded him back to his back door.

The rest of Jeremy Donovan's off day went by unremarkably. Yard work, paperwork, took his dog for a walk, caught up on last weeks CSI, and laid out at least six different casual outfits options for his date. Perhaps fussing over attire was a trait more marked with women, but the inclination was known to sweep over men from time to time, particularly during times when one was extremely nervous about a certain girl. Once satified with a v-neck tee shirt--grey in color-- and a pair of dark wash blue jeans, he bid his dog good bye and hopped in his squad car to pick up Ariana. It wasn't soon enough, or maybe it was too soon, that Jeremy was pulling into her drive, headlights glaring in her windows like a second sun.

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ImageThe faint sound of music tickled Ariana's ears, but she didn't know where it was coming from. She attempted to tune it out, but it didn't work. After a few seconds, her eye shot open suddenly, realizing the tone. She reached out for her phone, checking the screen. It was a number she didn't recognize. She almost put the phone back on the nightstand when the thought hit her. Jeremy. Immediately, she swiped her finger across the screen, hoping that she would hear his voice on the other end. "Hello?" she answered, and felt butterflies in her stomach when his voice hit her ears. She had no idea why she was so excited, but a smile broke out on her face upon hearing him ask her out on a date later that evening. She accepted quickly. He seemed to have gotten himself together slightly more than the previous day, but he still sounded nervous. She just found that part of him adorable. They had to hang up after she heard a string of barks in the background of the phone, and reluctantly she hit the end button.

She honestly had no idea who she had turned into. Ariana, who was an exotic dancer and somewhat of a player, was having butterflies talking to a nineteen year old rookie cop on the phone. This wasn't like her at all. But she took it as a sign that she truly liked him, and decided to quit dwelling on that fact. She snapped herself out of being a thirteen year old with her first crush, and got herself out of bed and to the bathroom. She groaned looking in the mirror, her bedhead outrageous. A shower tamed her unruly locks, and she reentered her room to brush her hair out and switch on the small television. 'Breaking News' the screen read, and she listened intently as the newswoman spoke. Apparently, there had been a death behind the sheriff's office, but they weren't giving out any details or a name for the deceased. She thought back to the day before.

The previous evening had been quite strange for Ariana. She had been at Sebastian's house, attempting to find out what exactly had transpired behind the sheriff's station earlier that day. However, nobody else seemed to be willing to discuss it. Which... let's face it, was strange. They were Hunters, for crying out loud. Any supernatural death, which she assumed it was since Seb had attempted to call the group together, should be their top priority. However, everyone else seemed too preoccupied to care. After Rick practically ignored her, she had left the house, deciding to just go home. Upon walking outside, she had been faced with the rather awkward scene of Sebastian kissing Annelise. So much for him letting her down easy. She quickly left the scene before they had noticed, which would have made it even more awkward. The rest of her night had been rather uneventful, spending the time alone in her lower floor apartment. She had eventually just passed out after watching reruns of The Big Bang Theory on television.

With the news not revealing anything new, she changed the channel to a random cooking show that would just be noise while she got ready. She stuck to putting on a pair of purple sweatpants with a plain black t-shirt. She threw her hair up in a bun, and grabbed her purse to head out the door. She had a shift to cover at work that afternoon. Bellingstone may have been a small town, but it wasn't without the similarities to big cities. The strip club sat on the outskirts of the town, and she made it there only minutes before she was supposed to go on.

ImageShe entered through the backstage door and immediately found her table. She threw on a pink, curly wig and a black skimpy outfit before taking the stage. Ariana wouldn't say she loved her job... but she didn't hate it either. She had to admit it was nice getting all the attention from the crowd. Although the floor was pretty scarce during the afternoons. Only the regulars were ever there. Either way, she did her routine exactly the same as if it had been a full house. She received cheers and whoops and claps from the patrons before exiting the stage. Most people believed her job wasn't a profession, but she had been doing it for years, and couldn't really imagine herself doing anything else. For a moment she thought about Jeremy, wondering if he would even like her after finding out what she did for a living. Perhaps she would just leave that little detail out for the night.

After finishing, she had to rush home in time for her date. She let her hair down and straightened it, giving it a nice shine. She changed, putting on an outfit that was stylish enough, but not too dressy. With one last look in the mirror, and a nod of approval, she walked into the living room to see bright lights shining through the window. He must be there. She peeked out of her curtains and saw the squad car parked just outside of her apartment. She couldn't help it, and a smile broke out onto her face. She twisted the knob to her apartment door and shut it behind her, locking it afterwards. She walked towards the police car, her black heeled boots crunching in the rocks in front of her building. She approached the cruiser, and opened the passenger door, peeking her head inside. "Hey," she said simply. "I don't have to sit in the back, do I?" she asked, a smirk on her face.






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ImageGabby's conversation with Sterling was surprisingly comforting. Every emotion she had building up slowly dispersed, and she just felt an overwhelming sense of peace. He was totally unlike any vampire she had ever met. He had such an old soul, which combated her youthful one in a good way. He had points of view she had never considered, and her youthfulness was contagious around him. As the night went on, she could see him start to lighten up, smiling more and more often. She got the sense that Sterling was just as lonely as she was, and never really had anyone to spend time with. She never recalled seeing anyone in his company the few times they had met. Perhaps, even though they were opposites, they could become friends. She most certainly needed someone she trusted, especially with Nikolai now in her life. The thought of him brought bitter feelings back to her mind, but she tried to suppress them as much as possible.

Gabby found herself leaving Sterling's house much too soon. She was having one of the best times she had had in a long time. She felt almost giddy, even. She told him that she would most definitely want to see him again soon before walking out the door and onto the street. She walked home in a daze, a smile permanently fixed on her face. She was barely paying attention to where she was walking. When her feet finally stopped, she realized she was standing outside of her apartment, and she walked up to her door, entered, and flopped on the bed. She was so preoccupied with her outstanding night that she completely forgot about Nik, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

The brightness of the sun beat against her closed lids, and finally caused her to open her eyes. She winced at the bright sun, silently cursing while she pulled her deep red curtains across the window to block the sun. Throwing her arm over her eyes, she willed herself back to sleep, but to no avail. So she just lay there, eyes open and mind racing. After a minute, she realized that Nik would probably wonder where she was. "Shit," she whispered, bolting from bed and hurrying to get dressed. Their relationship was still very new, and she honestly didn't trust him. What would he think or do if he knew she had left him to spend time with someone else? Not wanting to find out the answer, she decided upon a white dress with yellow heels. She found it ironic wearing white, which was seen as the color of purity and holiness, while she was a vampire supposedly 'doomed into hell.'

She left her apartment, not knowing when she would ever return. Nik wanted her to stay at his place for good. But she was most certainly not going to give up her place until she knew for sure it was something she wanted to do. Her walk over to Nik's was quick, using her vampire speed to get her there faster than any normal person. As she stood outside the huge Victorian house, she paused. It didn't feel like home to her. While all the luxury was astounding, it felt a bit too much for her. More like a museum than a house. Either way, she had to enter and find Nik. She knocked on the door, and was surprised to see that the owner of the house answered the door. But of course, why would he do it himself when he had a houseful of servants to do it for him?

She breezed past the woman and entered the maze of the house. It still felt suffocating to her, but she had to at least attempt to get used to it. She found him in the den, surrounded by women. Blood whores, he had called them. She wasn't used to the notion of people willingly giving their blood to vampires. She had only lived off of animal blood for years, and just the smell of the women was intoxicating. However, the women didn't hang around long. As soon as she appeared in the room, the girls split as if she were a serial killer holding a chainsaw. Now that they were alone, she took a seat in one of the random chairs around the room, focusing on her maker. "Hi," was all she said, not sure what words he would want to hear. Last time she had talked about their relationship, he had recoiled instantly. So she didn't want to be too mushy, and she didn't want to piss him off either, so she decided to stay silent, avoiding his eyes after her initial greeting.



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Jermey cut the igniton off and opted to lean over to the passenger side to 'tidy up' a bit before going up to the front door to retrieve his date. His squad car partner had left behind a small reserve of gum wrappers, receipts, and a single lone fastfood bag from Pal's fish fry stuffed in every manner of crack or crevice he could find. It somewhat irked the rookie cop, seeing as he himself was usually quite a tidy individual.

ImageJust as he crumpled the brown bag in his hand to shove it in the back seat, the car door swung open, his body abruptly stiffening at the sound. "Hey, I don't have to sit in the back, do I?" He looked up to meet Ariana's crystaline eyes and smiled, the tension leaving his body as soon as it had came. "No! No. You're good, not unless you've been up to some trouble, hop in." He tossed the bag over his shoulder and patted the leather seat. "Sorry, I was about to walk up to your door, but I had to clean up first. Unfortunately, I don't get to keep this car all to myself. Gotta share it with a slob of a partner." He grimaced at the petulant whine to his voice. "Sorry, I don't mean to complain." Jeremy paused, reviewing what he had said over in his head, like a movie reel on reply. "And sorry I keep apologising, really, sorry." He shook his head, sighing through his nose. What. A. Moron. He thought self depreciatingly.

He turned the key over again, and glanced over his shoulder to back out of her driveway, arm brushing against hers as he folded it over the back of his seat. "I thought we might head over to this little restraunt I had heard was pretty good, the Ragin' Cajun? You don't have a problem with Cajin' food do you?" He asked, suddenly worried he had made some horrible decision. His gaze left the rearwindow and found her face, eyes frantically searching for any sign of discontent. Finding none, he willed his muscles to relax, letting his stare fall to the window again though his eyes seemed to protest leaving her figure. His brain kept producing ridiculous thoughts and descriptions of how she appeared to him that it normally never would have given. Ariana, the delicate, willowy goddess with flowing tresses that shimmered onyx like the feathers of a raven and sparkling cerulean orbs that shone like the ocean and radiated with femininity. What was he, a poet all of a sudden?

It wasn't too much longer, a short ten minute car ride filled with pleasent idle chatter, before Jeremy found himself parking the police vehicle in the closest availble slot just out front of the dining establishment. The smell of Creole, inexpensive liquor, stove grease, and wood varnish, among other pleasant odours, filled the air and was easily smelt event through the closed doors of the car.






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Nik's eyes raised themselves from some empty spot on the carpet that he had had his stare locked on previously to meet hers. There was a hunger in his gaze, and behind that hunger, a savagery that was barely contained. It was like something from a bygone age, a time when disputes were settled with spilled blood and torn flesh. The vampire rose with vison-blurring speed and tossed the chair that he had been resting in only moments ago across the room, the piece of furniture sailing through the air until it collided with the opposite wall, fragments of wood and velvet upolstry cascading down, littering the crimson carpet.

ImageNik stood there for what felt like a century, immobile, unblinking before he let a sigh pass through his lips, breaking the trance. "Hello. Please forgive my outburst, I've been quite beside myself with worry over you." He wore an apologetic smile, but his tanned face had the stark grimness of an ancient and angry being, liquid green eyes dusted in gold lit from within by a gleam of unexpressed wrath. "When you said you needed some time, I assumed you'd eventually be back...when you didn't return, I feared you'd disappeared on me yet again. I'd hate to have to wait another thirty years or so until I saw you once more." He unfurled his clenched fists to smooth the folds out from his white, clean pressed dress shirt and straightened his lion's head pin, ever aristrocratic in his appearance. "I trust everything is well? Did you manage to come to an acceptance, or are we still at ground zero?" He asked, not totally succeeding in keeping the obvious annoyance from his tone.

He had wanted so badly for her to be excited at the prospect of family, as he had been. He had wanted to give her the world on a silver platter and dazzle her with things life had probably never afforded her. He had wanted a sister or a daughter, a companion and she couldn;t have fled fast enough. Perhaps he had been wrong to open up again, what good was a heart if it did not beat?

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Ariana was bent down, her head peeking inside the cruiser. It was messy, but it wasn't like she was the most organized person in the world. He was frantically trying to clean up, but when she spoke, he immediately looked up and into her eyes. Her smirk turned into a genuine smile when their gazes locked, not being able to help it. The innocence that radiated of of him was crazy, and he was extremely genuine. In all honesty, she was sure she didn't deserve him. "No! No. You're good, not unless you've been up to some trouble, hop in." She sat down in the passenger seat, pulling the door shut behind her. "You don't want to know what trouble I've been up to, Jer," she said, a mischievous look on her face once more. She didn't say anything more, however, because he kept right on talking.

"Sorry, I was about to walk up to your door, but I had to clean up first. Unfortunately, I don't get to keep this car all to myself. Gotta share it with a slob of a partner." She waved his statement off quickly. "It's okay, really. I promise," she said, grabbing the seat belt and buckling it across her body. "Sorry, I don't mean to complain." he said, making a face at the fact he actually complained. She just turned her head to look at him, trying to keep a straight face. She might have actually pulled it off, if he hadn't continued to apologize. "And sorry I keep apologizing, really, sorry." Immediately, she burst out giggling, not being able to hold it any longer. After a few seconds, she regained her composure, sucking in air to fill up her lungs. "You.. are.. too.. funny," she said through breaths.

ImageHe turned the key in the ignition, and he turned to back out of the driveway. His arm brushed hers, ever so slightly, but she felt a jolt of electricity run up her arm. She peeked over at him, watching while he didn't notice her eyes on him. He was wearing a dark grey v-neck that showed off his muscles. She had to admit, he was pretty damn sexy. The fact that he was such a good guy made him even more attractive. Quickly, she looked away before he caught her staring.

She was just about to ask where he was taking her when the question was answered for her. "I thought we might head over to this little restraunt I had heard was pretty good, the Ragin' Cajun? You don't have a problem with Cajin' food do you?" He looked over at her with worry written all over his face. Smiling, she shook her head. "You're driving, so I'm good with whatever you want." She could visibly see him relax once she reassured him, and then he returned his gaze to the window. The rest of the ride was filled with simple conversations and small talk as she stared out the window, watching the lights fly by.

After only ten minutes or so, Jeremy pulled the car into a parking lot, and the smell of cajun food hit her nostrils. Her stomach growled, and she looked over at him with an embarrassed look. She couldn't remember if she had actually eaten lunch today or not, but she knew she was hungry now. She opened up her door, not waiting for Jeremy to walk around and open it for her, which she was sure he would do if he had the chance. After all, it's not like she had the notion she was a princess, and deserved to be courted. She was probably the farthest thing from it. She stood in front of the car, watching him climb out of the car. When he came up beside her, she grabbed his hand, facing the door. "Ready?" she asked, smiling in his direction.






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ImageGabby wasn't sure what to say, and she had no idea if he was going to say anything to her at all. Was he ignoring her completely? Did he want her to leave? She was ready to stand up and exit the house when she saw his eyes. They weren't the kind, loving eyes she had always expected her maker to have. Instead they were filled with anger and hate. She was so taken aback by his eyes that she barely saw him stand and throw the chair against the wall in a split second. Her unbeating heart jumped in her chest, and if it had been beating still, the pulse would be racing. Immediately, she stood up, preparing to defend herself against him if he attacked her.

They both stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity. Her senses were on high alert, waiting for any movement from him. Finally, he sighed, and the tension seemed to dissipate immediately. Her shoulders sagged, suddenly feeling exhausted. Being around this man was one of the most tiring things she had ever experienced. She sat back down, eyes on the floor instead of looking at the man that had made her what she was. "Hello. Please forgive my outburst, I've been quite beside myself with worry over you." Worried? He was worried? She wanted to tell him that he had a funny way of showing it, but refrained. It would probably only piss him off even more.

A smile lit up his face, but it seemed fake and forced to her. His eyes still gave him away as being angry. "When you said you needed some time, I assumed you'd eventually be back...when you didn't return, I feared you'd disappeared on me yet again. I'd hate to have to wait another thirty years or so until I saw you once more." She disappeared on him? Really? He was the one that had turned her and then promptly left. He had disappeared on her, and worst of all it was when she had needed him most. When she didn't even know how to be a vampire. But she wouldn't say that out loud. She didn't want to add any fuel to the fire that he was already feeling. "I'm here now..." she said simply, wanting to point out that she HAD eventually come back.

She avoided his eye contact, staring at anything else even remotely interesting. [b]"I trust everything is well? Did you manage to come to an acceptance, or are we still at ground zero?" She stayed silent. How could he possibly understand? She knew absolutely nothing about him except his name and where he lived. She had no idea what kind of a person he was, or what his past entailed. He was practically a complete stranger. How could she trust him so easily? How could she know that he actually had her best interests at heart? Sure, he was her maker, but that didn't mean anything. He didn't have to care about her. For all she knew, he just wanted another slave to use as he wanted.

"We are fine..." she said, once again keeping it short. She was tired of this subject, tired of wondering what all she didn't know about this man. Even though she didn't trust him, she had to stay with him, at least for a small period of time. Just to appease him. She decided to change the subject, hoping that his bitter feelings would go away, and perhaps they could actually enjoy each others company for the first time since they had met. "So, what are we doing today? Are you going to show me some cool vampire tricks or something?" she asked, a smile lighting up her face. She tried as hard as she could to make it look real, but she wasn't sure if he could see right through it or not.

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"Ready?" Ariana rhetorically asked him, her words not aligned in time to the movement of her lips because Jeremy was disoriented by the feel of her fingers interlacing with his own. His mouth curved upwards into a dizzy, crushing grin. "Absolutely." He replied as they entered the restraurant like that, hand in hand, both beaming mega watt smiles.

Once inside, Jer waited patiently at the rear of the crowd that was formed in the foyer, hovering by the door to the tavern so as to be easily percieved by the staff. "Wow, they sure are busy tonight." He idly noted, rocking back and forth on his heels, trying to peer over the heads of the masses. The low rattle of dinerware was to be heard over the dull roar of the crowds voices; the well-omened jostling of plates against one another that promised a good meal. Luckily, and somewhat unexpectedly, they didn't have to wait but a moment before a woman in her mid to late forties had found her way over to them, brow knitted, strands of over processed blonde hair slipping from the pins that held her up do in place. "Hi, hello. Name's Paulette. Welcome to the Rajin' Cajin where you don't have to travel all the way to the bayou for some good ol' Creole cooking." She stated in a rehersed manner, her smile exhausted but genuine as she rotated her armload of dishes from one hand to another, obviously having stopped to assist them though she was supposed to be performing some other menial task.

Image"Table for two?" Jeremy asked, the statement posed like a question. His heart bled for her and her current predicament as it always did for anyone in need of a hand. He was a breath away from offering to carry the platers for her when she spoke up again--effectively cutting off any offers of help he'd of given. "I am sorry for all the commotion and confusion, we are a bit short handed and quite busy as you can see, but no worries, I'll have someone come help us out here." Paulette voiced as she nearly mimicked Jeremy's earlier searchful stance, rocking back on her heels, eyes frantically combing the room for anyone else in a navy blue diner shirt. Finding no one, she opted to call on the one person she knew would drop what he was doing to help out. "Benny, I need a hand!"

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The house showing had gone relatively well in Benny's mind, all and all, and he had hoped to hear back from Demetria soon. He really did need a a place to move into or more suffient funding for his current abode, his cooks salary just not cutting it. Not that's he'd complain...his job was his lifesblood.

Benny threw his unbeating heart and soul--if he even had one--into everything he did and it was his best and his worse quality. He worked with a passion and conviction that most vampires and humans alike lacked and there was something hypnotising about the way he moved when he cooked and the confidence that came when he toiled over the stove, putting his proverbial nose to the grindstone. He operated with the talent of someone more than 33 years old, but then again, that was probably because he was actually 94.

The Novemugenarian bustled around the kitchen, stirring various pots, flipping multiple dishes over on the fryer or in the oven with zeal. Benny had to work in the restaurant kitchen all by himself, the establishment not being able to afford more than one cook at a time, but he supposed it would have been too illustrious an honour to have worked beside someone great. Would have been too difficult for sure at least, he seethingly thought, slowing his pace, reminded of the fact he had limited control over his unholy thirst.

His lapse in activity, the brief sojourn to muse at the unfairness of it all, must have clearly been disapproved of by the powers above, as the shout of The head waitress and cashier, Paulette and subsequent swell of clattering plates wrenched the chef sharply from his contemplation. "Benny! I need a hand!" She cried out. The vampire checked to make sure none of the food would need his immediate attentions before briskly lopping out of the kitchen to see to what she required of him. As soon as he exited the room though, he instantly regretted it, the overpowering scent of blood, the steady thrum of so many pulses packed together in the tight space, making him salivate. Their-odor-was no longer masked by the heady smell of herbs and spices that circled the cookery. Poor Paulette dejectedly juggled a stack of dinnerware while trying to attend to some customers, the hostest being no where to be found apparently. "Oh thank God," She sighed as Benny came into sight. Not likely, he thought. "Sir, Ma'am, please excuse the fact that we are understaffed tonight, I assure you it won't affect your service. This is Benny and he'll show you to your table."

ImageThe cook offered up a wan smile to the boyish officer and his dark haired date, stomach already churning. "Hi, yes, I'm Benny, as the lovely lady made mention, and if you'll follow me, your table is this way." He said with the practiced skill of a chef who had been forced into this position one too many times before now, his voice warm and rumbling like honey poured over thunder, a southern louisiana lilt scratching the surface. The vampire lead the pair to an open booth and slid two menus he had managed to swipe from the host podium on the trip over there in front of them. "Alright, why don't we start ya'll off with something to drink."

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Jeremy's smile when she grabbed his hand practically made her heart melt. Ariana interlaced her fingers with his, and they walked into the restaurant just like that... probably looking like fifteen year-olds with their first crush. When they entered the establishment, Ariana was hit with a wall of sound, and a mass of bodies. Apparently everyone had a craving for cajun food that evening. They stayed to the rear of the crowd, and she still clung to his hand while they waited. Eventually they were approached by an eccentric woman who gave them a rehearsed greeting. "Hi, hello. Name's Paulette. Welcome to the Rajin' Cajin where you don't have to travel all the way to the bayou for some good ol' Creole cooking." The woman was nice enough, though, and Ariana just gave her a smile in return. She had a handful of dirty dishes she was juggling, and Ariana figured they were a little understaffed, not used to so many customers.

"Table for two?" Jeremy asked, and her heart skipped a beat at his statement. Just the two of them spending a night together. She couldn't help but smile and tug his body a little closer to hers. "I am sorry for all the commotion and confusion, we are a bit short handed and quite busy as you can see, but no worries, I'll have someone come help us out here." Paulette began to search the establishment, looking for any help, yet apparently finding none. She finally gave up and yelled "Benny, I need a hand!" Apparently whoever Benny was had just gotten picked to help the lovebirds. What a lucky guy. It didn't take long for him to appear, and it was obvious he worked behind the scenes. He seemed to be on edge slightly, but Ariana couldn't figure out why.

Paulette apologized, promising that their service would be outstanding, and then she hustled off to help the fifty customers she most likely had. "Hi, yes, I'm Benny, as the lovely lady made mention, and if you'll follow me, your table is this way." He took off, and the couple followed, still hand in hand. They stopped in front of a booth, and even though Jeremy sat, Ariana stayed standing. "Alright, why don't we start ya'll off with something to drink," the cook said. "I'll just take a water, please," she said quickly before walking to Jeremy's side. She placed a hand on his shoulder affectionately, and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I'll be just a minute," she said softly before heading to the back of the establishment to hit the ladies room.

ImageIt only took a minute before she emerged back into the main area of the restaurant, and she was about to head back to her booth - and Jeremy - when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned suddenly to find none other than Tommy standing before her. "Shit..." she said, somewhat breathy, after being startled. "You scared the crap out of me." It took her a minute to notice that there was nothing friendly about his face, and he was actually looking at her with hatred in his eyes. "I saw that you're here with another man..." he simply stated, and Ariana raised an eyebrow, confused. Sure, they had slept together the other night, but she had told him plain and simple that she didn't want anything from him. "What, am I not good enough for you? You'd rather have Wonderboy?" Her eyes narrowed, not knowing where he was going with this conversation. All she wanted was to get back to her date. "I'm busy, Tommy. Leave me alone," she said with annoyance seeping through her tone. She turned to leave him, and was grabbed forcefully. A hand was placed over her mouth, and she was pulled forcefully backward.

Somehow, she was dragged backward and out a service entrance into an alley. He shoved her against a wall, and she felt the breath rush out of her lungs. It took a moment, but she finally was able to get words out. "What the hell, Tommy?" she asked, her words full of anger and hatred. "You deserve me. No one else deserves you. Certainly not that young, immature fool." Jeremy was four times the man Tommy was, and she knew he would never lay a hand on her like Tommy just had. "You are mine. He advanced on her quickly, pushing her down to the ground, attempting to force her clothes off. She struggled against him, knowing that with her training she could overpower him in mere seconds. She pushed him off of her, shoving the heel of her pump at his thigh, making contact and feeling it sink into his skin. He let out a roar of anger, pulling the pump from his leg and tossing it aside.

ImageHe advanced on her faster than her eyes could register, and he forcefully slapped her in the face. She saw stars as her head whiplashed back, tears stinging her eyes. "If you don't want me, you will have no one," Tommy said, and she watched with horror as fangs slid out of his mouth. She had no idea he was a vampire. And she had left her weapons at home in the name of fashion and looking beautiful for Jeremy. "I'm going to enjoy killing you slowly..." he said, a cold smile on his lips. "Fuck..." she said to herself, as he advanced on her slowly. In a split second he moved at the speed of light, and he was on top of her again, hand squeezing her neck tightly. She sputtered for air, tears falling down her face. It's like everyone says, your life flashes before your eyes. And when the pictures flashed before her, she was disappointed with what she saw. Sure, she had lived a fun life, but what had she actually gotten out of it? She hadn't developed many meaningful relationships. Would anyone even miss her when she died? The only thing she was proud of was being a hunter. And now she had met a wonderful guy who thought she was beautiful and special, even though she was quirky and sarcastic. Love had been something she avoided at all costs, and yet she had found herself falling for this rookie cop. She thought of Jeremy inside, wondering where she had went. Would he think she had completely bailed on him? Would he even look for her? All she knew was that she was going to die.

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The boy wonder drummed his fingers tunelessly on the clear-coated table top, heart a flutter, too hopped up on endorphins to sit idle. He had so much he wanted to ask Ariana, so much he wanted to tell her....save a certain childhood trauma. His lips curved down into something resembling a frown. Why was his sister coming to mind just now, her murder? Jeremy sighed balefully. No. He would not let his focus be divided tonight. Ariana was at stake. Thinking on his date, he lifted his head up to scan the room that was packed passed capacity. She ought to have been back by now....luckily though, his grin found itself again just as soon as his eyes caught sight of her traveling his direction, Ariana's expression unwittingly mirroring his own. That infectious smile of his only faltered at the sight of another man grabbing her shoulder. Who the Hell was he? Whoever the stranger was, she didn't seemed all that pleased to see him, and he didn't look too happy either. Whatever their exchange, Jeremy felt he had better intervene, sliding out of the booth to retrieve his date. Goodness, when had he become so possessive? But it was more than that, he didn't like a man intimidating a woman by any means, he would not stand for harassment....especially not of his date.

But as he tried to weave around a rather obnoxious group of people, bawdily laughing as they traversed drunkenly back to their own table, he lost sight of her and the stranger. His brow furrowed, heart slamming up into his throat. “Ariana?” He called out, hoping for an answer, but finding none. He pushed through the crowd a bit rougher this time, not affording any “excuse me”s or “sorry”s, as he found the back of the room, where she had been standing not moments ago. The cop whipped his head around at the sound of whistling wind breezing through an open doorway, catching sight of a streak of jet black hair before it closed shut once more. Got yah.

As soon as he came through the door, his head jerked in the direction of a voice, the voice of a young woman--Ariana--strained, desperate, frightened. “Fuck.” That one word couldn't have been more horrifying had it been howled, and the sight coupled with it was no improvement either. The man hovered over Ariana, pinning her to the ground, hand wrapped around her throat. A hulk like rage filled Jeremy's body, consuming him completely until his mind was only working on a primal level reminiscent of some fevered animal. His knuckles turned bone white as he clenched them into fists, his face falling even paler. “Hey!” He cried out, racing forward, unknowingly hastening toward death, dancing sprightly towards it's outstretched talons. Those knuckled white hands unfurled to grasp at the mans shirt collar and heave him up into a standing position off Ariana before flinging him to the side. The man recovered quicker than Jeremy had thought was possible twisting his body around, landing on his feet like a cat, wrath marring his comely features. Two of his teeth, his canines, protruded sharply from the rest of his pearly white set as a feral snarl escaped his lips. If there had been birds, they would have abandoned their alcoves in the branches of evergreens and taken to the skies, startled by the sound of it.

ImageA real fear gripped Jeremy's insides, twisting his guts into a Gordian knot, but he did not waver. He hoisted Ariana to her feet and stood protectively in front of her, gaze somehow managing to come across as threatening. “You want someone to choke, bring it on Dracula.” He ground out as the vampire stepped toward them both menacingly. “First I am going to eat your boyfriend here, drain him so dry his body will concave on itself like a caprisun pouch. Make you watch, as helplessly as I did when you walked away from me into the arms of this Wonderboy...” His lips stretched into the joyless cousin of a smile, something awful and cruel. “Then you and me will have some real fun-”Tommy's words were cut abruptly short by a long jagged piece of wood jutting through the front of his chest, blood spilling from his mouth. Anyone e'er tell you you talk too much?” A gruff southern voice said from behind him as the assailants body crumpled to the ground. Jeremy's eyes were fixed in horror at the body splayed face-down, its unmoving palms touching the earth left exposed by the melted snow as though bent over in prayer. On its back, around the gaping hole gored in the upper-left portion by a broken chair leg, the corpse’s green tee-shirt was darkening; no longer a shade to rival the evergreens, the material now tainted almost black. That was the last glimpse of butchery Jeremy caught before the body spontaneously imploded, flesh crumbling into blocks of ash, scattering black across the sea of white, like the threat had been nothing more than an ink stain on a rumpled white coverlet. He clutched onto the girl behind him, still protective and he pushed her a step back, eyes rising to meet the icy blue ones of their waiter.


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“I'll just take a water, please.” The dark haired girl replied, not bothering to take a seat, leaning in to whisper into the boys ear before scampering off toward the ladies room. “And for you?” He asked the rookie police officer that everyone around town could recognize from the happy go lucky-if not some what perpetually dopey-grin plastered on his face. “Sweet tea please sir, thank you very much.” He replied, offering the vampire up a warm and genuine smile. Benny couldn't help but return the gesture in earnest, Jeremy's unabashed kindness reminding him so much of his grandson Harrison's. “I'll be back in just a minute then with your drinks and to take your orders.” He informed him before milling back around the room to retreat into the safety of kitchen.

The smell of boiling crawfish and warm beignets drowned his senses, dulling the smell of pumping blood rushing through tender veins, and allowed him to clear his mind, to shake that ravenous hunger that has seized him not moments before. He sighed heavily as he leaned against the wall, his eyes settling with determined calm on the deeply varnished heart pine floor. The light made pools of yellow on the boards that if he focused on, reminded him of all the textures and elements softened by the simmering summers of New Orleans and her clammy crawling winters—green winters, Benny called them because the trees there were never bare. God, he missed home. The closest reminder he had to it were some kitchen lights and the smell of Creole. Benny shook off his self pity and set about to checking on all of his cooking dishes once more before filling two glasses with their respective drink of choice, thanking whoever would listen that he only had two customers to serve, and hadn't been demoted to full on waiter status yet.

With another sigh and one drawn out pause to steady himself, hand hovering over the knob, he trepidatiously decided upon going through the kitchen door back into the fray, his unwavering dedication to living a human life winning out. His steely blue eyes settled on his customers table across the room only to find no one occupying it. This wasn't all that odd, perhaps the boy had excused himself to the restroom as well, what with humans and their persistent bladders and all, but what was out of place was the irony tang of blood permeating the air. This wasn't the smell of blood beneath skin, but the smell of freshly split crimson life being wasted. Benny's eyes lolled back in his head, jaw dropping open just slightly as venom pooled in his mouth. He set the drinks on the nearest empty table, instincts kicking into drive, and wound his way through the patrons to the exit, following the scent trail, face as calm as a predator on the prowl.

Luckily for all parties involved, as soon as Benny set foot into the deep Pennsylvania snow, and felt the whip of the bitter biting wind that tore across the parking lot, he seemed to come to, despite the fact he was closer to the bleeding source. The winter breathed a harsh exhalation of cold fronts that was just what the vampire needed to focus as he continued around the venue to peak around the corner. This was more for the sake of a visual as his vampiric hearing afforded him every word of the exchange between the dark hair girl and her new not so welcome companion; a companion, that not unlike him, was of the undead variety.

Vampires were by their very nature perverse and did wicked and terrible things simply for the sport of it. To kill a mortal pet for her deemed betrayal would be a worthy entertainment for some grim and alien creature, their lives growing so easily stale after so many years. Benny's lip curled over his dull canines, his fangs, thankfully, remaining sheathed. Like hell he was just going to stand by and let this fanger come onto his territory and shed blood at his back door. He doubled back around the building to retrieve a chair he knew from experience was posted just outside another exit, for employee's that part timed in chain smoking, and snapped it over his thigh, breaking off one of the legs with a sickening crack. Stake in hand he felt bolder, braver, more sure in his resolve as he slank with all the stealth of a panther into the woods, taking a round about route to catch the stranger off guard.

ImageAs fate would deliciously have it, the poor girls date had stumbled outside and joined the party, exercising a bravery that not many possessed in the face of the devil. This provided Benny the perfect distraction as he moved in even closer, stake poised to strike. The vampire Tommy took his last step, a step toward the quaking human beings when Benny made his move, thrusting the wood upward into his heart so hard that the vampire's feet rose off of the ground. “Any one e'er tell you you talk too much?” He said smugly, tossing the dying corpse onto the ground with a loud thud, and as the body withered away into ash, he caught a glimpse of the looks on the human's faces; one of horror, one of understanding. Not only had he revealed himself to two mortals, effectively ruining his cover here, one of them had to be a hunter. “Shit.” Nice move Laffite, way to use your brain.

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Everything was fading slowly for Ariana. The darkness was welcoming her, calling her name. She reached for it hungrily, tired of all the pain. She just wanted it to end, to be at peace. It was close, she could feel it. She closed her eyes for the last time, not wanting Tommy's face to be the last thing she saw. The fuzziness enveloped her, and she was ready to let go. At the last second, a voice shot through the fog, clear as day. "Hey!" it shouted, and she recognized it immediately. Jeremy. She was thinking of Jeremy in her last moments. That was how she wanted it, she realized. She smiled at the thought of his voice.

ImageSuddenly, the hand was ripped off of her throat, and she gasped for air, taking extremely large breaths. Her eyes darted around rapidly, but her vision was foggy. She heard rustling, but couldn't figure out what was going on. She was grabbed and hoisted to her feet, the action making her brain focus. Jeremy's face came into focus, and he looked truly shaken. But then he turned around, facing Tommy. Well shit... she thought frantically. Jeremy had come to rescue her, not knowing exactly what he was getting himself into. Now, instead of just her dying, he was going to be killed as well. All because of her. "Jeremy, no..." she croaked, her voice extremely raspy. She clung to him, trying to get him to listen to her, but he wouldn't. “You want someone to choke, bring it on Dracula.” Jeremy's voice was clear and strong, not intimidated in the slightest. He was so brave and noble, he didn't deserve to die. Tommy kept advancing toward the pair, and she gripped Jeremy's arm even harder. She pulled, attempting to put herself in front of him instead, but he still refused to budge. "No, please!" she begged him, but she could have been talking to a wall for all the good it did.

“First I am going to eat your boyfriend here, drain him so dry his body will concave on itself like a caprisun pouch. Make you watch, as helplessly as I did when you walked away from me into the arms of this Wonderboy...” Tommy spoke, his mouth curling up into a grimace so evil and cruel, he could have been in a horror movie. Ariana's eyes narrowed at his words. "No." She whispered it to herself more than anyone else. She would not let him hurt Jeremy, she would do anything she could to prevent that from happening. She started to move herself in front of Jeremy, putting herself in danger. Maybe he would have time to get away while Tommy was draining her dry. “Then you and me will have some real fun-”

ImageHis voice was cut off by a choke, and Tommy's eyes widened. A piece of wood protruded through his chest, covered in his own blood. "Anyone e'er tell you you talk too much?” A voice asked, seemingly coming from nowhere. But then the body crumpled to the ground, and she got a look at the attacker. The cook-turned-waiter stood there, staring at the both of them. A chair leg crudely ripped off a chair stuck out of Tommy's back, and she watched with no remorse as his body dissolved away, the ashes beginning to blow away with the wind. She began to loosen her grip on Jeremy, no longer frightened. Whoever this man was, he was a friend. He knew of the secret world she had been a part of for years. And know Jeremy knew too. She wouldn't have to lie to him about her past. She felt relieved. Relieved that Tommy was gone, the threat eradicated. She was relieved Jeremy was alive. And she was relieved that she wouldn't have to lie to him.

Without thinking, she ran in front of him, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him. She put all of her emotions into it: fear, anger, relief. She didn't want to pull away, but she knew they had an audience. She pulled back, hoping he could read all of her feelings in her eyes, that he knew how much she cared about him. She turned to face the third person in the alley, backing up behind Jeremy just in case. She knew he would want to be protective, and this once she would let him. She held onto his arm, liking the reassuring feeling of him next to her. "You know," she said simply, watching him with extreme curiosity, and yet also with wariness. "How do you know?" she asked, wondering how he had found them in the alley, and also how he had known to kill the vampire.

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ImageThe empty alley beneath an immense black sky, with only the cook and his date in his company, seemed all the more ghastly to Jeremy; the one flickering porch lamp hanging above the back door casting a feeble and gloomy light over the three compatriots. Silently he considered all the things that could have just transpired and I've gone mad was the only logical conclusion he could come to, the possibility of vampires actually existing too staggering to contemplate. A breath hitched in his throat as the last of the ashes formerly known as Tommy melded into snow and Ariana's grip lessened. His mind spun out of control, tilting off it's axis until she let go of his arm altogether to cup his face and pull him into a passionate kiss. Her lips were salty, tasting of the tears streaming down her cheeks and Jeremy found himself returning the kiss in earnest; so grateful she was alive and safe at his side. In fact, it was the only thing in that moment he could have been sure of so he clung to it like ivy would a trellis.

ImageWhen she broke off the embrace, it seemed her blue eyes faltered momentarily, but then her face so subtly transformed itself back to relief that he actually smiled down at her. He thought the cook had made some chagrined sound, but he was too engaged with Ariana and the softness of her touch to pay too much attention. Too soon for his liking, she peeled her hands away from his face and snaked her arm back around his bicep, cleaving to his side once more before turning to address their savior. "You know, how do you know?" She asked, understanding passing over Jeremy like a ton of bricks as she spoke. She knows what's going on? What just happened here?

Benny took a tentative step forward, the backlight glimmering in his steely blue eyes. He found his words had dried up in his throat, his lagging brain still clawing for a suitable answer so he ultimately he decided the safest route was to speak in half truths, better than accidentally forgetting a lie. "I-" His gaze dropped to his bloodied hands, his mouth pooling with saliva at the scent of Ariana's injuries. "My girlfriend...she was murdered by...by vampires." He paused, eyes catching Jeremy's as they lifted back up to meet the pair of accusing mortals. And in Jeremy he saw for the first time that night a glimmer of terrible understanding, the first glimmer of real fear. He hoped that the huntress would have her hands full with her civilian lover that she wouldn't see through the immortal face that masked Benny's true soul. "I had to hunt them down, to avenge her and ever since...I've been hunting their kind." He mustered up the best sad smile he could and prayed to no one in particular that she believed him-it was after all true enough until the ending.

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"You can't be serious?!" Jeremy cried, voice cracking under the strain of rising panic. "Vampires aren't real-those are just stupid old stories...they-" His level gaze dropped to the ashen heap in the snow as he ran his free hand through his ruffled hair, teeth catching his lower lip. "Sam..." he intoned after a moment offering no explanation to the other two left to stew in their confusion. The cook Benny, Jeremy now recalling his name, ducked his head to catch his eyes again, concern written all over his scruffy face. "Who's Sam?" he inquired, knotting his blood stained hands in one another. "My sister. She was my sister." Jeremy ground out with a set jaw, turning to face Ariana. "How is it you know about Vampires? That one was trying to-to" He stuttered, unable to say kill, the word being too real for what had just almost happened. "That he attacked you? Do others know about this? Do they cover it up?" The boy's voice had taken on an edge of anger, rising imperceptibly as he pressed on. "Did they cover up my sister's murder? Her throat was torn out, blood drained from her body-they had said it was an animal attack." His jaw clenched once more along with his fists but he didn't pull Ariana off of his arm, not being able to bear her not at his side even in his rage. He was so relieved she was okay but he needed answers.

Benny shuffled his feet nervously, not liking the way Jeremy's voice was rising. It reminded him of the way an animal acted when injured on cornered.

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Jeremy's presence next to her was reassuring as she stood there watching Benny, wondering exactly what kind of person this cook actually was. She was over the death of Tommy. She was more shaken by the fact that she had almost died, and Jeremy almost paid the same price. She hadn't come so close to death since the night her previous boyfriend's killer had attacked her. The werewolf. That time she had been able to overcome the supernatural creature before her. This time, she had frozen. She was angry with herself, for in her weakness Jeremy was almost sacrificed. She wasn't sure what had caused her to hesitate. Perhaps the fact that someone she had known turned into a monster before her eyes. It had always been a stranger, someone she wasn't connected to. She vowed silently that she would never make that mistake again. Regardless of the face, she would strike without hesitation.

ImageA voice brought her out of her own mind, and she looked up at Benny as he spoke in his southern drawl. "I-" he paused, looking down at his hands, which were covered in Tommy's blood. After a moment, he continued. "My girlfriend...she was murdered by...by vampires." So he had been in the same situation as Ariana. A supernatural creature had coome into his life and ripped away someone he had truly loved. She could relate more than she cared to admit. Of course, that had been many years ago, and she had since accepted his passing. She had never let go of her desire to rid the earth of any non-human being. She felt it almost constantly, always burning in her core. A flame of hatred that could never be snuffed out. "I had to hunt them down, to avenge her and ever since...I've been hunting their kind." Their stories were similar enough. Still, she stared at him through narrowed eyes. For some reason, she still found him extremely different from her, and she couldn't put her finger on it. Of course, after Tommy turned out to be a vampire, she was going to be more wary of everyone. No more rookie mistakes.

"You can't be serious?!" Jeremy suddenly cried out, and she turned to him in surprise. In her curiosity about Benny, and worrying about her own skin, she had forgotten that Jeremy had no clue about the supernatural. His brain was most likely having a hard time comprehending what was going on. She felt a pang of sympathy for him, remembering how crazy she had felt when the werewolf transformed before her eyes. "It's true, Jer..." she said softly, squeezing his arm gently for reassurance. "Vampires aren't real-those are just stupid old stories...they-" she couldn't look in his eyes anymore as he spoke. The hurt and shock were plain in his voice. "Sam..." he said softly, and Ariana arched a brow in confusion. Not that her and Jeremy had had many chanced to talk, but he had never mentioned a Sam. And by the tone of his voice, she was someone extremely important.

Before she could speak, Benny asked the question that was running through her mind. Who is this Sam? "My sister. She was my sister." Was. He had said was. She averted her eyes, sadness coursing through her veins. He had lost someone special too. It dawned on her that this just couldn't be a coincidence. Here were three people who had just met, and they all had a similar event in their past that linked them together. Somehow, it was meant to be. And Jeremy, her Jeremy, they had something big in common. Somehow, hopefully, it would help him understand her situation. It could bring them closer together. Hell, he could become a Hunter just like her. However, his next words took that fantasy and threw it out of a window.

"How is it you know about Vampires? That one was trying to-to" Her crystalline eyes met his, and the usual softness had a bit of hardness mixed in. "Kill me." she said simply, not afraid to say the words Jeremy couldn't find. Or rip her face off, tear her throat out, drain her dry. Any of the phrases would have applied to the situation. She had never really been afraid of death until tonight. She had no idea what had changed about her, but something was different. She could feel it inside.

Jeremy's words didn't stop there however. He kept plowing forward. "That he attacked you? Do others know about this? Do they cover it up?" She sighed, not exactly knowing what to say. How do you explain something like the Hunters easily? It was impossible. And honestly, she preferred not to talk about her personal life in front of this stranger. She hated talking about herself period. She would for Jeremy, but only for him. He deserved the right to know. She truly wished he would have waited until they got home. And then, his words went from questioning to accusatory. "Did they cover up my sister's murder? Her throat was torn out, blood drained from her body-they had said it was an animal attack." Why would she know what had happened to his sister? It sounded like a werewolf attack to her, but that would include a whole extra explanation. She was tired of his tone, and even though he kept her next to him, she didn't like the tone of his voice.

ImageAriana was fed up with this conversation. While she wanted to interrogate Benny about his knowledge, instead Jeremy was the one interrogating her. She pulled away from him, releasing his grip from her. She instantly became cold, his body heat now missing from her side. Her body sagged, exhaustion seemingly tugging at her limbs. "I need to go home," she said stubbornly, an agitated tone seeping into her words. She took a few steps away from Jeremy, walking past the spot that Tommy had died, and past Benny as well. Without any further words, she stepped out of the alley and onto the sidewalk. She didn't even turn to look back. She couldn't remember which way she needed to go, so she randomly decided and turned the right. Her steps were sluggish and uneven, seemingly barely dragging along. As she went to cross a side street, she stumbled, and almost fell. Thankfully she caught herself and made it to the other side. She realized that she hadn't eaten a bite in hours, and the stress had drained her body of energy. And then there was Jeremy, who was interrogating her like she was an enemy. What did he expect? How could she have possibly told him. 'Oh, by the way, I hunt vampires and werewolves.' He would have that she was absolutely insane. Why couldn't he understand her point of view? She wanted to cry, but she was too angry. "I need a damn strong drink..." she said to herself, looking forward to pulling out her bottles of liquor when getting home. Perhaps getting trashed would stop her from feeling so hurt by his accusatory language.

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Image"I need to go home." Was all she had said; the only reply she could form to all of Jeremy's distraught questioning. Now granted, the kid had bombarded her with quite a few queries, overwhelmingly so even, but to not reply at all? When he was at that level of hysteria; on the precipice of discovering the true shady inner workings of the entire world around him? It was unfathomable to Benny. He shifted on the balls of his heels, ready to dig in and bolt at a moments notice. This was really no concern of his and if the lovely couple were having some bipolar sort of tiff and bought his story hook line and sinker for no other reason than they had their own problems to attend to, then that was fine by him...but who was he fooling? Even with his life in the balance, he was a bleeding heart through and through, and to see anyone hurt-that didn't deserve it, that was-left the still pit in his chest dubbed a heart aching.

The boy ran a hand frantically through his dark hair, leaving it standing on end at all sorts of disheveled and odd angles. His brown eyes trailed after her, mouth hanging slack, breath hitching as if he were on the brink of panic attack. Benny sighed heavily and cleared his throat, drawing Jer's attention back to him. "Look...it ain't no concern of mine...you got a truck ton of things you need to be sorting out, this is a lot to suddenly come to terms with, but..." He paused, pulling his sailors cap off of his head to run his hand over his salt and pepper short cut before fitting it back on snuggly. "She almost died tonight, that's the truth of it. She don't know me and she don't know how to go about sharing all of this with you with her brain still a reelin' from that. My advice?" He placed two of his calloused, broad hands on Jeremy's muscular shoulders. "Be there for her and she will be there fer you."

Jeremy locked eyes with him, chocolate meeting ice, and nodded resolutely. "Thank you, for this and for saving us. We owe you our lives." Benny shrugged, releasing Jeremy from his grip to thump him lightly on the back. "Don't mention it...seriously kid, don't. People will think you've up and gone nuts if you do." He laughed heartily, stomach rumbling with the jolly sound. "I gotta go." Jeremy replied with haste, turning to tear after the huntress. "I know." Benny responded, eyes crinkling at the edges fondly as he watched Jeremy race away. "Ahhh shit. I'm so screwed." He told no one in particular.




ImageJeremy didn't think about what he would do or say, or how he might make her understand. He knew only he had to see her and be with her, had to make it right. He couldn't truly consider what any of this meant, or the repercussions behind what he had just been exposed to, though the repercussions would be immense.

He could hear his heart thud in his chest-hammering against his rib cage and his feet pound against the pavement as he ran, the sounds of his own body making his head spin. "Ariana?" He called out tentatively and breathlessly, feeling more than a bit lost. He wouldn't forgive himself if he couldn't find her. Thankfully though, it was then, suddenly all the little sounds he was making became a hum because his eyes had found what he was tirelessly searching for.

In the pale violet light of the moon she stalked, her thick black hair gathered behind her ears so that the waves wouldn't spill messily around her face. There was the faintest bit of rouge on her cheeks from the chill in the air, and her eyes looked up at him from flesh that was almost bruised, but the sight of her was radiant to Jeremy. He trotted up to his date and pulled her into an embrace, sighing with relief. "Ariana...I'm sorry. I'm so so very sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you...this is just...a lot." He pulled back, finally taking in her unreadable expression. "I am still worked up after watching you almost die like that." He swallowed, adams apple bobbing nervously. "I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't have protected you." Well that sounds just perfect, Jeremy sarcastically thought. First date and you are already a level five clinger, nevermind what they say about couples that go through life and death situations being closer. UGH! We aren't even a couple!He tried to focus his thoughts. Vampires are real, my date almost died. Focus. Jeremy...on the important things!

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ImageAnger coursed through Ariana's veins, still upset at Jeremy for being so rash. He truly wasn't thinking of her position. How he would of acted if he were in her shoes. She knew she wasn't actually mad at him, more so hurt by everything he had said. But she didn't want to admit she was actually hurt. That was weakness, and Jeremy had already seen too much of that in her this evening. Hell, after the Hunters heard about this, they probably wouldn't even want her anymore. She walked along, slightly disoriented, but not willing to turn back around and seek out help. This certainly wasn't the night she had envisioned for herself. And now she didn't know where her relationship with Jeremy stood. If there even was a relationship at all. Knowing her luck, there most likely wasn't. "Ariana?" she heard a voice call, and she turned around to find the source. There Jeremy stood, eyes scanning the darkness for her. His eyes looked frantic, until they locked with her own. Relief flooded them as he approached her."Jeremy?" she asked, more surprised than anything. Why had he come after her? He had just been practically yelling at her, and yet now here he was, searching her out, looking positively happy to see her.

When he reached her, he immediately wrapped his arms around her in an embrace, the warmth of his body melting her anger away. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around him as well, snuggling her head into his chest, the smell of him welcoming. "Ariana...I'm sorry. I'm so so very sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you...this is just...a lot." She nodded immediately, reassuring him. "I know, I know... she whispered back. The fog in her brain seemed to clear, and she realized that he would never actually mean to hurt her. This was Jeremy standing before her. Sweet, loving Jeremy who would never want to hurt anyone. "I am still worked up after watching you almost die like that." She briefly wondered how she would have reacted if their positions were flipped. She had spent so much time being angry that he wouldn't see her point of view, that she didn't even consider his own. He had walked outside to not only see his date being choked to death, but it was by a supernatural creature that supposedly only existed in fairy tales. It had to be a lot to process.

Image"I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't have protected you." A smile appeared on her face. She couldn't help it. This guy standing before her truly cared about her well-being, even if she truly didn't deserve it. And someone truly caring for her, accepting her fully, meant more than she could ever say. This man was completely changing all of her, probably for the better. "And I don't know what I would have done if I couldn't have protected you." She knew he wouldn't understand how she could even protect him, but he would know everything soon enough. She reached a hand up to pinch his cheek softly. "You are too damn cute," she said softly, a genuine smile on her face. "You will be the ruin of me." What she didn't say out loud was that she didn't mind one single bit. They stood there for a moment, just looking into each others eyes. Ariana knew what had to be done next, but it would be one of the hardest things she had ever done. Talking about herself was something she never did.

"There's a lot we have to discuss..." she said, somewhat sadly. "Why don't you take me back to your place so we can talk?" Ariana let Jeremy lead her back to his squad car, where they both hopped in. The drive was silent, and she knew he probably had tons of questions running through his head. Just as she had many thoughts spiraling around in her own mind. She wondered what he was thinking. She wondered what he was going to ask her. And, most importantly, she wondered what he was going to think of her after the conversation that was approaching. The drive wasn't as long as she would have preferred. She felt as if she needed more time to prepare herself before being bombarded with questions. He pulled into his driveway, and let her into his place. She was surprised at how nice it was, since he was so young. But she didn't complain in the slightest. As she took a seat on his couch, she realized that he wouldn't have any alcohol in the house, since he had said he was too young to drink. That meant she'd have to do this completely sober. Damn.

She waited for him to take a seat, hoping it was beside her, although she would understand if he didn't want to. Her eyes met his, and she took the plunge. "So, what would you like to know first?" she asked, bracing herself for what was coming next.