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Lassiter Declan

"You're lucky to have me- without me you wouldn't ever be aware of all your flaws. Of which there are many- believe me."

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

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"Each man unto himself is an island and a raging sea." Piers Facelli




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Race: Werewolf

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Nicknames: “***hole, ****sucker, mother****er, ****bag, we might be here for a while."

Occupation: EMT

Pack/Coven Name: Wolff Pack
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Rank in Pack/Coven: Delta Male




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Height: 5’11”

Weight: 155lbs

Build: Lean Muscular

Hair Color: Dark Brown

Eye Color: Pale Blue

Scars?: A knick under his left eye from a fight he got into when he was younger- surprise surprise. Beyond that Lassiter fails to have much in the ways of scarring- not to imply he is better than the rest of the werewolves, but he is.

Brief Written Description: If one was to pick one descriptive word for the man it would be: trouble. Mind you Lassiter isn't an imposing man- but then again he might not truly meant to be: rugged dark brown hair, haunting blue eyes, and a tendency to be too particular with his razor. He is naturally handsome, and probably would benefit from playing that up more- but he doesn't. No there is a brutual honesty there that reflects quite forwardly into his own personality.

Clothing Preference: Whatever he decides to wear that morning. Nothing too stylish, but at the same time there is some organization to it- almost as if he seems like he wants to be attractive without actually putting any effort into it.





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Skills:
  • Analytical, intelligent, cunning, and devious. Lassiter is a veritable 'look before you leap'er, but honestly he has to be to keep his position. Unfortunately there is much to be said about fighting prowess among werewolves, and he lacks he brute strength to out power the larger boys. "What do they feed them around here- steroids and growth hormones?" So what he lacks there- he uses in his leaner form to out maneuver and pick at the other's weaknesses. He's much like a snake: move quietly, fast, and unimposing- and offer one quick bite right where it counts.
  • Lassiter is an extremely talented people watcher- which might be surprising given his usual outlook on things. He knows things about people that they didn't assume had left their head. It is just that all people- supernatural or no- fall into a pattern and after a while one can tune out what they are saying and pick out what they actually say.
  • He is handy with things. Most people find themselves bringing their broken 'whatevers' to him so he can look it over and hopefully fix it. Mind you- you won't get a service with a smile, but you will get a man who enjoys a challenge. Though if he can't fix it- you might get something that has been hit a few times with a hammer in agitation.
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Quirks:
  • Likes to poke at people's obvious 'trigger buttons'. He'll do it sometimes just to avoid answering questions he doesn't much care to answer. This is probably most used against Axel- his alpha- as he much enjoys loving to ruffle the other's feathers fur.
  • If he can avoid it- he will put off shifting as long as he can. Many people think it is because he doesn't much care for the pain associated with it- but truth be told it is far more a mental thing than one would assume.
Likes:
  • Probably NOT you.
  • His car- a black '69 Dodge Charger.
  • Making fun of people- seriously- their faces. No one can take a joke.
  • Vodka, Moonshine, PGA, whatever can get him drunk fastest.
  • Being right.
Dislikes:
  • Controlling people- especially when they go on and on about how they are 'in charge' and 'the leader so you best listen to them'.
  • Screaming children. Seriously. Isn't there a hole or something you can stick them in?
  • Blondes. Barbie complex much?
  • Being told: "Wow it seems like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."
  • A puzzle he can't figure out- but then again he enjoys a challenge. Might be a bit on the fence with this one.
Fears:
  • Oh there is something- but yes.
  • Some other things.
Written description: "First and foremost one must be aware when dealing with me- they will probably want to punch me in the face a couple of times. I completely understand this notion- I'm an arsehole. But I do advise against it- I am an arsehole that holds grudges." Lassiter is sarcastic, mocking, judgemental, and above all self-assured. Mind you he isn't bullheaded or ignorant as he is quite aware of his abilities and limitations. It is fair to say that he doesn't allow many facets of his true personality through, because honestly he may not really have one. Still he is loyal to the idea of the pack if not the people in it. He will use all of his capabilities to keep them intact and away from the vampires and hunters. That of course doesn't mean that he is a joyful part of the Might Morphin' Power Werewolves- but he won't be going rogue any time soon.



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Relationship Status: An unfortunate victim of circumstance.

Brief History: The Declan name is not a traditional family name of Bellingstone. No- one night they weren't there- and then the next they had moved into a foreclosed house. Whatever happened that forced Lassiter and his parents into seclusion in the small town remains to this day unspoken. Many assume they were being hunted while others thought that maybe they were running from another pack. Yet if any of those troubles followed them- they gave up their chase quickly.

Lassiter was a child when he arrived, and so was able to integrate into the town's dynamic with relative ease. His parents always instilled in him the necessary need for a 'pack' and a 'family'- but he had failed to listen during most of his teenage years. It was only his parents decided to start running again- without him- that he finally realized the need for something- anything- to be stable. So he approached the pack, joined their numbers (somewhat begrudgingly), and worked his way up the ranks. Lassiter was a surprisingly intuitive wolf, and managed to outrank many of his larger opponents. Of course- his ascension ceased at Delta. While he offers many a snide comment about even having any leadership within the pack- it might be noted that he does enjoy his position with a bit of fervor. What he doesn't enjoy is this entire: we are a family- group love nonsense. "We are wolves- carnivorously dark predators- not the fricking Brady Bunch."

So begins...

Lassiter Declan's Story

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan

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“I am the hand of God and He dictates that all the nonbelievers shall be punished!” That was hissed through the chilly early morning air. The street lamps illuminated a figure underneath a stoop- ivory white hair tangled behind her head, large nightshirt flapping in the cool early-spring wind, and in her hand what could only be a porcelain cat.
“Presumptuous much?” Lassiter stated flatly while standing a few good feet away from the deranged woman’s rants. His partner- an older man by the name of Roger- eyed with him with a heavy trepidation before sighing. Ms. Mahoney was off of her medication once again, and apparently had been for a while. Her grandson watched with wide eyes from the living room window with the phone hanging limply in his hand. Once a month they participated in this rigmarole and once a month Lassiter found himself reconsidering his job.

Sure- being a paramedic was a positive tactical move for Lassiter. Not only was he at the forefront of every accident happening in Bellingstone- keeping an eye on the various goings on- he was also the go-to man for accidents that happen within the pack that are to explain to actual medical personnel. It also didn’t hurt that it paid well.
What did hurt was when Ms. Mahoney decided to let loose God’s fury- somewhat literally- and Lassiter found a porcelain cat being hurtled towards his head. Roger took that as his sign to tackle the woman and start administering the sedatives. What small joy Lassiter could take away from this moment was that she would be spending the night in a room filled with padding where they fed her drug-laden JELLO while she hung out in her hug-me jacket. The Bellingstone Psychiatric Facility was home to many a crazy- even a few of the supernatural court that accidentally let loose some fact about their true natures.
Had they forgotten that being a werewolf was like being Fight Club? First rule of Werewolf Club was that you didn’t talk about Werewolf Club. Second rule of Werewolf Club was that you didn’t talk about Werewolf Club. And somewhere in there was the rule that one shouldn’t eat woodland creatures, because raw meat does not settle well in the human stomach once you shift back.

A few butterfly bandages later- Lassiter had a nasty gash around his left eyebrow that was slowly on the mend. Yet if this experience taught him anything was that today was going to be in the dumps. So why not rub it in further by visiting Axel’s diner, drinking down some near-scorched coffee, and eyeballing some pancakes until he gives up just orders some (and someone applies a heavy dosage of whip cream just to rub his face in his childish delights).
Still garbed in his EMT outfit- he slowly opened the diner door and glanced over the crowd that was currently gathered. Was there some super-secret-werewolf meeting that they hadn’t invited him to? Oh right- that would defeat the point of it being ‘secret’ if he actually knew about it.

Yet his eyes found themselves trailing right over the image of Caroline and Sam canoodling in plain sight. Lassiter blinked a moment and reminded himself quite flatly that he shared the same sort of feelings for her as she did for him. “Ahem,” he grunted as he came behind the lovebirds.
“Sam how could you-” He stated in mock condemnation “-not go fix me some coffee- seriously- tut tut. Get your rear in gear- especially before you know who sees this. Hm? You know if you ever get caught I’m glazing over and swearing to knowing nothing. So- free coffee for my silence? Yes?” With that he flashed a painfully bright smile- painful because it tugged on the gash around his eye.


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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan

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They fit perfectly together, at least Sam thought so anyway. As she laid her head in the crook of his neck, it just felt right. Her tiny frame complemented his muscular build. As she pulled away to dig into his omelette, all he could do was smile. Their relationship hadn't been intentional, it had just happened. That was what made him feel like it was real. They had originally bonded over the fact that both of their mates were less than willing to do their duty, and it had just grown from there. He had learned that she was so much like him, peaceful and loving, and that was rare to find in a person, and especially a werewolf. He honestly hadn't felt this way since Emma, and if he was honest with himself, he might even feel more for Caroline. He had promised himself at the young age of fifteen that he would never fully give himself over to someone unless his love for her was equal to or greater than his love had been for Emma. He thought his search might be over.

"Oh baby, this is really good, you should be a cook" she joked at him before taking another forkful, and he playfully nudged her with his shoulder. "Oh ha ha very funny..." he replied, chuckling softly. Honestly, he didn't think he was that great of a cook. He had practically learnt everything he knew from Axel, and wouldn't be working in the diner if it wasn't for his friend's help. And after learning, he had come to really enjoy it, and his days in the diner were some of his favorites. He enjoyed meeting everyone who came in to eat, and regularly left the kitchen to help out the waitresses and chat with many of the patrons. He felt that the friendly atmosphere was one of the big reasons people kept coming back.

When he asked how she was, she paused to swallow a bite before answering. "Not too bad, although i'm much better now that I've seen you." Her smile that followed was warm and filled with love, and he could only answer back with a similar smile. She reached over to lock her fingers with his, and he squeezed her hand gently. "Look baby, I don't know how long we have alone together, so, will you come to the bar after your shift?"

He was about to respond when the familiar jingle of the bell caused him to look away. He saw Sara enter and sit by herself in a booth, face stuck in a menu. She stayed that way for a minute, but eventually looked over and made eye contact with him. He gave her a small smile. He broke his hand away from Caroline's and held up a finger indicating he'd be with her in a minute. He was surprised she had come into the diner at all. She had broken away from the pack, and normally avoided them extremely well. He didn't have a problem with her, but he was sure some other members would. He looked back to Caroline and nodded. "Of course I'll come, but you know we have to be careful. Depending on who's there, I may have to sit across the room and just stare at you all night," he paused and winked at her before continuing, "but either way I'll come."

He was about to stand when the jingle happened once more. Instantly he jerked away from Caroline, not knowing who it was. “Ahem,” he heard behind him, and turned to find Lassiter, Caroline's so-called mate. His eyes narrowed, knowing this was bad news. Lassiter wasn't exactly his favorite pack member... actually he was probably Sam's least favorite. He was challenging just because he could be, and used sarcasm as a language. While he was smart and cunning, it didn't make up for his lack of people skills. He honestly didn't know if Caroline had told Lassiter about their relationship, after all the two of them were pretending, just as Sam and Josephine were. Either way, this was bad news, but he hoped Lassiter could just keep his mouth shut.

“Sam how could you-” he paused “-not go fix me some coffee- seriously- tut tut. Get your rear in gear- especially before you know who sees this. Hm? You know if you ever get caught I’m glazing over and swearing to knowing nothing. So- free coffee for my silence? Yes?” He grinned, being the smart ass that he was. Sam just ignored him and turned to Caroline. "Guess I gotta go play waitress now," he said, standing up. He ruffled her hair playfully, and gone was their romance and attraction. It pained him, and he knew she hated it as well, but it was how it had to be. "Enjoy your omelette," he said with a smile before walking behind the counter and grabbing a mug. He poured Lassiter a cup of coffee and slid it towards him. Without a word he walked over to Sara, who he had ignored for far longer than he intended.

"Sorry about that," he said, running a hand through his hair. "What can I get you this morning?" he asked, crossing his arms. "And how have you been?" he added with a small smile.

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan

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Caroline had always been a bit of a daydreamer, she found from an early age that imagination was far better than reality and yet here she was sat adjacent to the love of her life, holding all the qualities she thought only men in movies possessed, he was handsome, strong, smart, loving and most of all he made her laugh; he was perfect, so much so that Caro found herself fearing that she may wake up and would all have been a dream. She pitched herself multiple times through the day. Caroline's life had never been traditional by social conversions, she never had a steady home, she was shipped off to different foster homes so often, that up until the age of six she thought it was the same with every child, the day she found out, she cried for days. But that girl was gone, she had been replaced by a strong, independent woman with a successful business, a wonderful home and a supportive if not slightly dysfunctional family...life was good, no, life was magnificent. Of course that sad little girl may have gone but Caro liked to think that her unfortunate upbringing shaped her into the woman she was today, that little girl taught her compassion, strength and love, she knew that if she was fortunate to have a family she knew she would anything to avoid her children going through the things she did.

When she looked at Sam, she saw the future and although they had a long road to travel, she knew they would make it. With the sound of the bell ringing they broke apart, doing their best to look nonchalant, turning her head slightly, Caroline saw Sara walk in, something which surprised her slightly, she couldn't remember the last time she saw her, after the tragic deaths of her family Sara had exiled herself from the pack. Caroline offered her a warm smile as she passed, although the tragedy of the deaths resided throughout the whole pack, Sara wasn't one for pity parties and so they had decided together that they would let her come to them in her own time, Caro just hoped it would be sooner rather than later, they were a family and if one was hurting, they all were.

"Of course I'll come, but you know we have to be careful. Depending on who's there, I may have to sit across the room and just stare at you all night," Sam stated, getting back into their conversation, Caroline chuckled at his reply, although it was slightly distracting, she loved it all the same "but either way I'll come."

"Thank you" she mouthed accompanied with smile "now go diner wentch, you have customers" Caro motioned to the occupied booth with a small laugh, before glancing quickly back at the brunette before turning back to Sam "she looks like she could use someone to talk to, see what you can so" she added softly, before turning back to her omelette, if anyone could get Sara to open up it would be Sam.

Caroline became so engrossed with her breakfast once more that she missed the bell to the ring, it wasn't until the "Ahem" did she turn around, her eyes landing on Lassiter, a frown quickly tugging on her lip. It wasn't that she didn't like Lassiter, she actually did, when he wasn't being an ass but he had this way of pushing her buttons, she just prayed he wasn't in one of his sarcastic moods, the moment he opened his mouth, she knew that had been a wasted prayer.“Sam how could you-” he paused “-not go fix me some coffee- seriously- tut tut. Get your rear in gear- especially before you know who sees this. Hm? You know if you ever get caught I’m glazing over and swearing to knowing nothing. So- free coffee for my silence? Yes?” Caroline rolled her eyes in an over exaggerated manner as she watched Sam's reaction, fully aware that he did not think so highly of her 'mate.' To Sam's credit he simply ignored Lassiter remark and turned back to Caro.

"Guess I gotta go play waitress now," Caroline smiled up at Sam, swatting his hand away playfully as he ruffled her hair "enjoy your omelette" he added before walking off, Caro watched him affectionately for a moment before turning back to Lassister. "So how is the grinch that stole christmas, this morning?" She asked immediately initiating their playful banter. Breaking off a piece of omelette with her fork before popping it into her mouth, casting him a sideways glance, when she noticed the cut on his his forehead "what happened to you?" She asked, a slight level of concern showing in her tone.

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan

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Lassiter gagged quite literally at their reactions to each other. It was as if they were Romeo and Juliet and they would be run through by a sword if they were caught showing the smallest inkling of emotion. Mind you he didn’t know what Axel’s reaction would be if he found his male Beta breaking ranks to cuddle and smooch the female Delta- but he was assured that it wasn’t death.
“Waitress? Dear God Sam- you are the most atrocious woman I have ever seen. Though that explains why Blondie here seems dissuaded by my masculine bravado.” With that Lassiter gave a playful wink, but inevitably quieted as coffee was finally slid his way. Maybe his brain would behave now that it had a daily dose of caffeine to jumpstart the important parts of his gray matter. That would probably be the time that he would realize he was in Axel’s diner planted to the one woman in the world that he had to actually play friendly with.

Those pale blue eyes cut a viperous line towards Caroline as she regaled him as some Dr. Seuss tale. “I suppose alright- you know as black hearted as always. So how is the Blonde Lorax doing this morning?” He offered in a quick rebuttal. “Besides cuddling up to ‘Sam I am with Green Eggs and Ham’.” Lassiter allowed the joke to sink in for a moment. “See what I did there?” He took a sip of coffee after he doused it in a packet of sweetener.
Lassiter sighed somewhat raggedly as she brought up the gash around his brow. “Ah- you know- Ms. Mahoney being alone, depraved, and crazy. I swear her grandson could take proper care of her, but instead plays Xbox all day and eats his weight in Cheetos- and we have seen him- that is a lot of damn Cheetos.” He took another sip. “But I’ll be fine- it’ll take a lot more than a porcelain cat lobbed at my head to kill me. It’ll at least have to be a porcelain cow.”

Now that his brain was stretching and offering gulping yawns into cognitive thought- Lassiter found himself musing about Caroline and Sam. Honestly he didn’t know how long it had been going on, but that it had. Rejection sat on his chest like a weight that he couldn’t lift, but Lassiter knew he brought that upon himself. He wasn’t a ray of sunshine, he wasn’t giving, he wasn’t kind, and he also failed to have to movie star smile that was coupled with the body of Adonis. No he was Lassiter- while fit and not at all terrible to look at he was far from Sam. Very far.
One might think he would switch gears and go after Sam’s intended mate, but Jo had nothing to do with the werewolf group and made that blatantly obvious. So there was Lassiter- alone- and by anyone’s guess he damn well enjoyed it.

“So have any fun stories to tell me from last night? Anyone get too drunk to function and embarrass themselves? I still remember quite fondly when Tadd Wilkinson hopped up on the table and proclaimed himself ‘Magic Mike’ and began doing the most heinous hip thrusts known to man.” It was then he squinted his eyes in thought, “little did we know that was the small-town Pennsylvania mating dance. Or I guess it was supposed to be- but we can honestly say anyone that remembers that will not crawl into bed with him.”


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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan

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Caroline took the last bite of her omelette, her hunger being satisfied, at least until lunch. Placing the knife and fork down on the plate, she pushed it to the back of the counter and picked up her mug of coffee, bringing it to her lips, quenching her thirst and giving her that slight boost of energy she would need to complete the day, all the while Lassiter droned on in her ear. Caro had learned a long time ago, that most of the words which passed Lassiter's lips would undoubtedly be a sarcastic comment, the rest of the time it was utter bull-shit, then very rarely he would surprise her with something articulate and quite deep an meaningful, although she could count on one hand the amount of times the latter had happened. “I suppose alright- you know as black hearted as always. So how is the Blonde Lorax doing this morning?” Lassiter answered her question with a rebuttal to her 'grinch' comment, forcing a tight smile, Caroline opened her mouth to answer when his words cut her off once more. “Besides cuddling up to ‘Sam I am with Green Eggs and Ham’...See what I did there?"

When talking to Lassiter, Caroline did her best to refrain from rolling her eyes, she did it so often in his company that it usually lead to a headache, however that comment, warranted the dramatic roll of her blue hues along with her frown. She should have known it was a mistake to tell Lassiter about her relationship with Sam, but their 'mates' deserved to know about there relationship, it was only fair, but a part of her did wish that if only to save herself a little grief, they had only told Jo. Caro would be lying if she said she didn't expect the teasing from him, but the fact that he was unreadable about the situation is what annoyed her. She wished he would either tell her he's happy for her or say that he wasn't, this whole facade made it really difficult for her to decide how to act with Sam when he was around, naturally she didn't want to rub their relationship in his face but she didn't want to hide it either. Placing her mug back down on the counter "yeah, your a regular comedian..." she scoffed "...but to answer your question, I'm very well, thank you."

Leaning forward on her elbows, Caroline turned her head towards Lassiter as he retold the story of his head wound, she listened carefully with a small smile tugging on her lips, trying her best not to burst into fits of laughter, to tell the truth, she was surprised someone hadn't thrown something at him sooner, she had been tempted once, he was just lucky that the bottle of whiskey she had been holding was an expensive one. Then suddenly, half way through his story, her shaped eyebrow shot up, did she detect a hint of concern in his voice about Ms Mahoney "I would be careful Lassie, you don't want to give people the impression that you actually care about the old girl." Sometimes she did wonder what had made Lassiter so closed of to others, she had known him for a long time and sill didn't actually know that much about him.

“So have any fun stories to tell me from last night? Anyone get too drunk to function and embarrass themselves? I still remember quite fondly when Tadd Wilkinson hopped up on the table and proclaimed himself ‘Magic Mike’ and began doing the most heinous hip thrusts known to man...little did we know that was the small-town Pennsylvania mating dance. Or I guess it was supposed to be- but we can honestly say anyone that remembers that will not crawl into bed with him.”

Caroline laughed loudly at that, her head shot back, her blonde curls shaking as laughter rippled through her body as she recalled the night in question fondly, calming down she wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded "that was one of the funniest things I have ever seen" she spoke between breaths before sighing, a smile gracing her lips at the memory. "Unfortunately nothing too exciting, although Mr Nolan had one to many and thought he was Johnny Cash reincarnated, the man slaughtered Ring of fire, his wife was not happy when I had to ring her to come and pick him up" she chuckled lightly. It was then Caroline noticed Josephine enter the diner, immediately taking a seat next to Lassiter "Morning Jo" she greeted with a quick smile, before the sliding of the stool next to her, caught her attention.

Turning her head, Caroline was surprised to see Sara taking the seat next to her "Hey...How, How've you been doing?" came her small voice as she raised her eyes to look at her, never had she seen so much sorrow and pain in one person, it nearly broke her heart to see her friend so broken; all Caroline wanted to do was pull her into a bone crushing hug but didn't want to scare her off, instead she offered a warm smile and a swift nod of her head to the question "I've been good, what about you sweetie?" She asked, silently thanking Sam for making this happen, he was a great guy and she would show her appreciation later. "It feels like it's been such a long time since I last saw you."

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan

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“Lassie? Yeah I’ve never heard that one before.” Lassiter scoffed and took a heavy drink of his coffee before sitting the mug down again. “And it isn’t like I care for the old bat or anything- I just don’t like porcelain figurines thrown at my head.” He backtracked quite obviously, but found Caroline even holding an inkling of a thought in her head that he had compassion for little old ladies with mental disorders. Next think he knew she would be volunteering him for time with children at burn clinics, or informing all the elderly of Bellingstone that he would love to escort them across the road.

Those pale blue orbs followed Sam over to Sara’s booth and he found himself glancing at those two before coming back to the blackness of his coffee. Now if there was anyone that Lassiter felt sorry for it was Sara, because the events that had befallen her shouldn’t happen to anyone. Yet he didn’t agree with the way she handled things, but then again he wasn’t wrought with an abundance of female emotions to cloud his judgment.
Caroline’s laughter snapped him back to reality in a moment, and he had to admit that it was a beautiful noise amidst all the other snorting kerfuffle that existed in other women. Lassiter couldn’t help but to crack a smile as well and took a rather gallant drink of his now-cooled coffee. “I think I dropped my beer when he started doing that. One moment I was just sitting there and the next it was like my entire mind shut down at the sight of it.” It was then he took a moment for them to both catch their breath before he smirked. “Ah not near as amusing, but always better than watching paint dry or getting attacked by little old ladies.” Lassiter then paused, “look I don’t have to work Monday- so I was thinking about stopping by the bar then. I figure if you are there are we can engage in our favorite pastime. How does that sound?” About that time though Lassiter saw that Sara had found her way over from the booth, and to Caroline’s side. He took that as his cue to quiet himself and refocus on the rest of the diner in its’ entirety.

Lassiter was pulled away from his ‘don’t make it awkward’ stare when Jo started talking to him. While Caroline and him had to play pretend in the ‘romance’ department there was nothing keeping him or Josephine on good terms with each other. Still he had a rather guilty wish that they too could have some illicit affair if only to make things more interesting. But alas she found him about as interesting as a pile of rocks, and he found her as impressive as a wet sock- it just wasn’t mean to be. Not to mention it was a well-known fact that the female Beta preferred humans to werewolves any day. And Lassiter might have understood this if the werewolves were less attractive than the humans, but they weren’t- if anything they were more attractive. Ah well- she always struck him as a ‘rebel without a cause’ and so he left it at that- assured that her cause was ‘just because she could’.
“Good morning Jo- glad to see you can grace a lowly fellow like myself with your radiant being. Oh however shall be able to honor your properly.” Lassiter said with obvious sarcasm. “Maybe I shall relish you with an entertaining story about how I was accosted by a lady off of her meds- and she damaged my beautiful face with a porcelain figurine.” He stated in a gasping bravado, “I know what you are thinking: no not his pretty face. But worry not- it shall be fine with some ace bandages and Neosporin.” Lassiter then took a long sip- “So how was your morning- hopefully less eventful?”

Sam rotated around to ask Jo what she wanted with an obvious strained look on his face. That only meant one thing, and Lassiter was honestly not in the mood to comply so wholly. Truth be told if he wasn’t starving- he would probably just abandon the diner. “So what does it take to get service around here? Do I have to show you my breasts?” He questioned Sam with a serious look to his eyes as if he really meant it.


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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan

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"I've been good, what about you sweetie?" Sara heard Caroline respond. She looked up at her, and saw a mixture of sympathy and pity in her eyes. Sara clenched her jaw slightly, taking a small breath, "I.. I've been busying myself with work." she said softly.

"It feels like it's been such a long time since I last saw you." Caroline responded to her, "Yeah.. Two months to the day." she said quietly, her eyes beginning to prick as she realized what had made her come to the diner. Two months previous, on the exact day, was when her family had been taken to her. And out of need for support, she subconsciously came to the diner, "I-I miss them.. S-so much." she croaked softly, looking up, she met Lassiter's eyes for a moment, before looking down and away, closing her eyes to she as she wouldn't tear up, her throat clenching slightly. She hated them seeing her like this, weak.

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: Axel Jaeger Wolff Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan

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"Good morning, Axel. You know you've got really horrible service here." Jo said towards Axel. A wink followed and she turned back towards Sam. He waited and rolled his eyes when he was sure Jo was looking at him. She ignored his exaggerated eye roll, and gave him her order of blueberry waffles. So typical for her. He should have known. She grinned, and he playfully grabbed the menu from her. "You'll be lucky if I don't spit in those waffles of yours..." he said deviously, then turned and left her behind, placing the menu back in the holder with all the rest. He looked over towards Caroline, and thankfully saw that Sara had taken his advice and decided to go chat with her old friend. The sight made him smile, because he knew Caroline would be thrilled. He made a mental note to ask her for some 'gratitude' later. Now he was really looking forward to tonight.

As he walked past Lassiter, the man made another of his seriously lame jests. “So what does it take to get service around here? Do I have to show you my breasts?” Sam just stared at him, a smile not appearing on his lips. Like he would give the Delta that kind of satisfaction. He ripped the top page off of his pad, with Jo's order on it, and tossed the rest of the pad in front of Lassiter on the counter. "Keep your breasts in your training bra, Lassiter. If you have so many complaints, you can help out yourself." He raised an eyebrow at the man, and began walking away, mentally blocking out any rebuttal the jester would come up with. He made his way back to the kitchen, where Sara's chicken fried steak was cooking nicely. He began preparing Jo's waffles, humming softly to himself as he worked.

Sam's thoughts drifted as he worked, since cooking had become second nature to him, and he didn't need to focus on his work. He was grateful that he had Caroline, because she certainly didn't deserve to be stuck with her fellow Delta mate. She was so kind and pure-hearted, and Lassiter was anything but. However, he needed to calm his angry feelings toward the male. He had nothing to be upset about. He had Caroline, and he wasn't worried about Lassiter stealing her away. He figured once the food was ready he would go out and finally take the Delta's order. Sam wasn't that kind of man, and he told himself he would control his anger around Lassiter. Regardless of how many sarcastic comments the wolf made.

His thoughts moved on to tonight. He would keep his promise and go visit Caroline at the bar. Depending on who was there, he could either openly flirt with her, or he would have to resolve to watching her from afar. He obviously preferred the first option, but he wasn't ready to publicly announce their relationship. It wasn't as if he thought Axel would kick him out of the pack, but he was afraid of losing his rank. And most importantly, the trust of his best friend. Axel was attempting to make it work with the Alpha female, Leanna, who was a real sweetheart. What would his friend think if Sam wasn't willing to do the same? He pushed that thought out, not wanting to ruin the day with negative thoughts. He decided instead to think of what he and Caroline would do after the bar. Hopefully she would come to his place, or let him come over to hers. Thinking of it brought a smile to his face.

The waffles were finished, and he placed the three on a plate and applied a healthy amount of blueberries on the top, as well as some whipped cream. He finished Sara's country fried steak, and placed it in a Styrofoam container so she could take it with her. He exited the kitchen, and placed the plate down in front of Jo, carrying the container over towards Caroline. He stopped in front of her, noticing that Sara was now missing. He placed it down on the counter, and looked at Care. "Where'd she go?" he asked, a confused look on his face. While waiting for a response from his love, he looked over towards Lassiter and smiled. "Alright, I guess it's finally your turn. What can I get for you?"

Sam looked around to notice at least two more patrons had entered the diner. One of them had very long blonde hair, and looked very feminine, while the other was anything but. He knew the latter was a wolf, just like Sam, but he wasn't part of there pack, and never had been. The guy was prone to anger and always seemed to be in a bad mood. He was one to keep an eye on, because he was unpredictable. It was extremely busy this morning. Axel was still stuck at the table with the the two men and younger female. If he was still there when Lassiter decided to order, Sam would go ahead and try to help both of the new men.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan

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“Really Jo- a scar? Is that what you dig- rugged men covered in scars and oozing testosterone? I believe if that was the case- you should look no further than your mate.” Lassiter stated- sort of mumbling the part at the end into his coffee cup. Yet they both knew the answer to that statement: she didn’t want to. The beta female had never seemed keen on her own kind, and wasn’t about to start now that Lassiter had pointed out the obvious. No one ever really curtailed their life views because he blatantly stated how foolish their decisions were. Unfortunately that was the curse of being outside and looking in- you got to see how wonderful their life could have been.
He noticed shortly thereafter that the woman’s attention began to wane as she glanced over at Axel and answered his question with a robotic: ‘I work at the library- lest you forgot you moron.’ Everyone was always so infatuated with their Alpha, and Lassiter found himself lacking in that opinion. Sure he respected the man as any wolf did to his superior, but that respect only came with the fact that he kept the Wolffe pack order not because he much enjoyed the man. Axel had yet to acknowledge Lassiter, but then again the same sort of courtesy was show vice-versa. So instead of bring things up now he just offered a rather audible sigh. “If I bore you that much Jo- you can just excuse yourself.”

Yet it was apparent that everyone seemed to skirt around him like he was infested with the plague and probably an STD or two. Sam exhibited a wide berth, and probably would have complimented with a catty snap and eye roll if he swung that way. “If I didn’t know any better Sam- I would say you didn’t like me. I’m all heartbroken now.” It was a painful pantomime but he did it. The bell to the diner rang a few times in a row, and Lassiter glanced back with a bit of dismay. “You know what- never mind- it looks like you are getting a bit busy. I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure I have a frozen waffle or two collecting snow in my freezer.” He winked.
Lassiter found his shoulder warmed by Caroline’s hand and glanced up in enough time to offer her a smile. It was out of the blue, but oddly enough warranted. “See you then Blondie. I will drink you under the table this time missy.” He offered an air kiss in her direction- just for show and Sam’s irritation. He then scooped his keys up and offered Jo a smile. “Happy hunting.”

As the Delta male exited the diner he inhaled deeply the smell of wet dog and motor oil by one of the newest newcomers to the diner. Those eyes flicked up to the impressive man and he offered a deep scoff under his breath. “They let anyone in here now.”
With that he exited the diner and made the way to his car- the black ’69 Dodge Charger. It was a car that most represented him: a classy, rogue, sort of off-kilter vehicle that was somewhat sleek as well. “Yay waffles.” Lassiter grumbled.



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Character Portrait: Caroline King Character Portrait: Axel Jaeger Wolff Character Portrait: Leanna Romero Character Portrait: Derek Hale Character Portrait: Samuel Xavier Pierce Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding

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Lassiter was half asleep at the wheel when his pager went off. His house wasn't in the core of Bellingstone, but instead sat on the periphery with a gaping spread of woods between each home. The driveway was a ruddy and bumpy thing that led into inevitable cobblestone as one drove up to an old two story ranch-style home. He barely remembered what it used to look like before his parents moved here, but he seemed glean that the paint had been peeling from the boards, the wrap-around porch had substantial creaks, and the inside had smelled of old books and dust for quite some time. The Declans didn't have much money to their name- which should have been obvious considering the state of the house when they moved in- and had done almost all the repairs themselves. When Lassiter's parents left- he finished up the last of them. Many might not know that he had relished home improvement and the subsequent landscaping that had followed, but he figured it was better that way. Sort of daunted his image if one viewed him as a handy man. The only thing he lacked doing was getting this road repaved, but that would come when he had enough money for such a venture.

Either way he was far away from that turn off when he fished his pager from its clip on his belt, and procured his cellphone from its' haphazard spot in the passenger's seat. "This is Lassiter to dispatch- what is the emergency." The dispatch officer paused before rattling off: "I thought you were off- you know- porcelain cat to the head."
"Unfortunately I am still on call, and it seems like the other EMTs are busy." Lassiter grumbled. He knew where they were: at breakfast. It was a small enough town that Sunday morning really never gave way to any accidents as everyone was either at church or stuffing themselves with baked goods. "So what is the emergency?"
"We have a potential homicide outside of the police station. We just need confirmation and medical help to any other victims that may be around."
"Do you not know?"
"Not really- apparently it was gruesome. The cops seem to be a bit baffled."
"Of course they are." Lassiter sighed and performed a highly illegal u-turn before heading back into town. "Let them know I'll be there shortly. I already put the ambulance in the garage, but I have a kit on me- and if it is as bad as you say- well- I'm sure all they'll need from is a verification there is no pulse. Why are cops so dumb?"
"Sorry Lass- it is just procedure."
"I know."

The dispatch probably couldn’t have been any more vague in their description of the location. It was behind the police station in a small crop of woods that anyone would have found difficult to locate had it not been for the buzzing of police officers and the like. Lassiter had nabbed the kit from the back of his car, and lugged it out there. Yet those eyes flicked from the bulky first aid to the thick stripe of police tape that sectioned him from the gruesome scene. Immediately he got a whiff of something but hid his disgust behind his usual permanent scowl. A hand went through his roguish dark brown locks and mussed them up a bit before he showed them his badge and slipped behind that yellow fence into the gruesome sight before him. That bag dropped to the ground and he fished out his nitrile gloves from his pockets before approaching the obviously dead woman. He placed his fore and middle finger to her wrist, and there was nothing- of course there was nothing she looked as if she had been through a meat grinder. Lassiter only whipped out his stethoscope because it was procedure too. It was then- when he leaned into the body he noticed the way she had died.
Those baby blues of his widened and he tried to conceal his shock behind a stern clearing of his throat. “Wow gruesome,” he remarked casually but his mind was going: ‘fuck fuck fuck fuck vampires fuck.’ Lassiter was aware that he needed to notify Axel STAT, and as much as he would love to whip out his cellphone and text away- he was really in no position too. Number one: it was illegal- HIPPA violation and all. Number two: his fingers were bloody. Number three: he didn’t know who was around. “She hasn’t been dead long.” Lassiter remarked to no one in particular. Of course forensics were better at discerning this sort of thing, but considering the fact that her blood was still somewhat clotted and her body wasn’t completely frigid to the touch were all good indicators.

It was then Lassiter stood and found the nearest and most authoritative looking cop. “The woman’s dead, and has been for a bit. My guess not even an hour, and she seems extremely exsanguinated- or at least you would think there would be more splashed about like a Pollock painting considering her wounds. But hey- I’m not forensics- I’m sure they’ll be more help.” It was then he mumbled, “some fucked up people in this world Captain- ah-“ Lassiter pointedly read the man’s badge “Harding.”
It was then he peeled his gloves off and made it a point to neatly let them fold in on each other as to not get blood on himself. He would wrap them in a biohazard bag later and dispose of them properly. “Either way- you got what you need for your report? Because my bed and I have a date, and I’m running rather late.”


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As Jo turned the yellowed pages of the ancient tome, she heard the jingle of the bell, signaling that someone had come in. She looked up from the book to witness a young college girl walk past and up the stairs to where the computers were located. Of course, they all go straight to the computers. God forbid they pick up an encyclopedia for research anymore. Jo thought to herself. She had never liked the way everyone had become so dependent on technology lately. Sure she could understand having a cell phone, that was for convenience sake, but she couldn't fathom why people would rather seek their answers on the internet rather than look in a book for it. You learned so much more that way.

She supposed that she should go help the girl and rose from her seat. She came upon the girl working on her laptop and didn't want to interrupt so she went back down the stairs. As she stepped off the stairs, she paused. Something wasn't quite right in the air. Something smelled...metallic. Then she heard the sirens stopping next door at the Police Department. She looked out the back window upon quite a scene. There sat almost every cop car the town could spare. With her more advanced vision, she could see people walking in the woods by the police department. She was intensely curious as to what was going on. As she contemplated going and checking it out, her decision was made for her in the form of an elderly volunteer, Maude. She came by on some days to dust and such, but mostly she just read. Jo was sure she could trust Maude with the library while she took a few seconds to sate her curiosity. She greeted Maude and said she would be right back and left the library.

The walk was short to the police department and as she grew closer to the scene, the metallic smell grew stronger. She spotted Lassiter's car there and felt a little more comfortable. She ventured on, and finally spotted him talking to the Sheriff who had been in the diner. She was pretty sure that she shouldn't be there, so she stood a little ways away.

The corpse was plainly visible on the ground and she looked a little familiar. Jo had the distinct notion that she had seen her around town. What was left of her blood had been the metallic smell Jo had been searching for. Her body looked...deflated. It was actually rather disgusting. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had killed the girl. Vampires.

Axel must be made aware of this as soon as possible. Jo looked back to Lassiter who was asking the Sheriiff if he could go. She tried to catch his attention and pulled her phone from her pocket. She mimed out, silently asking if he had already informed Axel.

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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding Character Portrait: Ariana Kaye

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“Oh crack- I asked them to slip crack into my breakfast. Makes the eggs go down easier,” Alarick stated somewhat flatly in response to her sarcastic comment. Of course considering the way he ate said meal- one might assume that was quite correct. Truth was he had forgotten to eat dinner the night before, and now his body was complaining about the skipped meal in that angry lion-like tone it enjoyed taking. “I did about the same- except I managed to score an awesome shirt.” He remarked and unzipped his jacket enough so she got a peek of sequins before he covered it back up again.

If anyone was to coin a familiar saying towards the two it would have to be: ‘birds of a feather flock together’. Ariana and Alarick were two peas in some defunct pod. They had the same motif, the same modus operandi , and the same stories to tell. The half-Italian hunter saw himself in the girl, and he was damn sure she saw the same. That was probably the reason he had yet to bed her, but continued his persuasive flirtations anyway. There was something odd about knowing your perfect match when you saw them, but then understanding that you were too much the monster to do anything about it.

Slowly he pulled himself up and felt the hot brush of her body against his. Alarick just smirked and snorted. “Sexual espionage-?” He breathed softly. “And here I thought we were on the same team Ari. See you soon.” Though given Alarick’s cool demeanor he was worried. Who had they lost? Sebastian was not the one to ring the alarm unless there was truly an alarm to ring. “Be safe.” He added somewhat shortly- and honestly didn’t know why.
Alarick peeled away from Ariana as he left the diner. His car was parked close by and he managed to pop the trunk and change shirts without too much voyeurism. He also grabbed The Grey Lady and made sure it was loaded and ready to fire. He wouldn’t at all bring it with him to a crime scene but at the same time it was not his style to go to such meetings without a weapon close at hand.
Taking his 302 Ford Bronco- he parked in the police station parking lot and exited his vehicle assured that Sebastian would make sure he was not ticketed.

Slowly he made his way down to where the body was and noted the crowd. Alarick was not close enough to see the corpse, but he was close enough to note the woman from the diner. He casually approached her as if his being here was nothing more than coincidence. “Came to get my cellphone back from the Sherriff and here I am at a crime scene. IPhones- they all look the same.” Alarick remarked the woman with a bright smile. “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 paused and glanced over the female victim. “Not to make it any less gruesome- but- ah- I’m doing this wrong.” Alarick smirked. “is there any good way to hit on a woman at a crime scene? If there is- you can help me.” It was then he extended his hand. “I’m Rick.”
There were too many people here to have a confidential hunter meeting- especially considering the EMT on the job was a werewolf. No no, Alarick had to make the best of it as to not make it seem overly obvious- or at least he assumed that was the plan. He had to admit- for a werewolf this woman was fairly attractive. It wasn’t the sort of beauty he labeled to a small town such as this, and had it been another time and both of them in another mindset he probably would have hit on her in earnest.

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Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Nika Boronina Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding Character Portrait: Demetria Hawke

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How peculiar...it felt like just an hour or two, Nika was alive and full of life. She had even flirted with him. Hell, she had been flirted with him for ages now. Perhaps he might even miss that. Seb shook his head slowly, trying to rid his mind of the images he'd just viewed. Pent up tears stung his eyelids and, as if to hold them back, he clenched his fist tightly, digging his fingernails into the palm hard enough to possibly break the skin. Why was he showing emotion right now? He shouldn't be upset! It was inevitable, for God's sake. What had his uncle said...?

"God damn it, Sebastian Harding!" he'd snarled. "Stiffen that upper lip or I'll come over and stiffen it for you!" How old had Seb been...? He couldn't have been much older than fourteen or fifteen. He was almost a man, by Hunter standards. Those words were meant to harden him. They did...but, at the same time, they scared him into showing no emotion...quite ironically. Seb rubbed his face with his hands slowly, making it look as if the redness of his face wasn't from emotion and, rather, stress or something else. He couldn't let people see he was emotional, especially his Hunters.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Seb walked back to the group with his common poker face masking his countenance. He glanced around quickly, wondering if anyone had gotten his message and was coming. Perhaps they were on their way...? He sighed. Well, they better hurry their asses up. He approached the corpse again and crouched by it, staring Nika in the lifeless eyes. A prayer came back to him, something he hadn't heard uttered since his uncle's funeral, most likely. His family never really prayed, in all honesty. Seb leaned down a bit closer to Nika, as if he were examining her. Instead, he whispered the prayer softly as he pushed her eyelids shut. He'd had to do that for so many young Hunters, it seemed. He straightened up slowly and, peering around, noticed a woman looking at him. He met her gaze with his steely gaze, holding it for a few moments before he heard a voice to is side.

"The woman's dead, and has been for a bit. My guess not even an hour-" he began. Seb cut the man off with a sharp scoff, obviously dressed as an EMT.

"No shit, Sherlock," he muttered. "My grandmother's cat could have told me the same." The man continued on though.

"-and she seems extremely exsanguinated- or at least you would think there would be more splashed about like a Pollock painting considering her wounds. But hey- I’m not forensics- I’m sure they’ll be more help." Seb crossed his arms lowly on his chest, beneath his pectorals.

"Yeah...I guess so," he replied. It was unclear, however, what part of the statement he was agreeing with. Then again, his tone was so apathetic that he could easily just be saying something to get this EMT to leave him alone.

"Some fucked up people in this world, Captain- ah- Harding," mumbled the man, having to look at the name tag on Sebastian's chest to know his name. Seb gave a quick eye roll and looked at the man.

"You think I don't know that?" he said simply, being a man of few words.

"Either way- you got what you need for your report? Because my bed and I have a date, and I'm running rather late." Again, Sebastian shot a look at the man. This time, it was a sharp glare.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize sleeping came before duty," he retorted. "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." His eyes narrowed and he walked off toward the trees again, looking for his other Hunters. Meanwhile, more and more people arrived at the scene, all of them making him feel more encroached and irate. God save the next person who approached him...

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

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Annelise panted as she arrived quickly, 3 minutes rather than the 5 Sebastian had said. She hoped he wouldn't be upset.. She walked over to him slowly, her knees wobbling from the running she just did, but mainly because of the wolves standing around. She hated them, why did they have to be here. Of course the EMT had to be there, but why was the girl there? She looked over as she saw a second figure walk over to the girl, scoffing at Alarick as she shook her head. Seriously? Annelise's attention was quickly drawn away through when she saw the body. She cringed, staring at it for almost a minute straight before she realized it was Nika. The tears that had been pooling in her eyes starting to overflow as her body shook. But it wasn't a wolf.. No, it was one of the perverts that did.. She hiss internally, wiping her eyes as she shakily closed the remaining distance between her and Sebastian, looking up at him with red eyes, begging to cry more although she willed them not to.

Annelise opened her mouth to speak, but quickly shut it when she saw the annoyance in his eyes. She stood beside him for what seemed like hours but was really only about 15 minutes. Finally, to her amazement, words escaped her locked up throat. "Should I still come over..?" She asked, her voice shaking far too obviously as her body slowly relaxed.

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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding Character Portrait: Jeremy Donovan

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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: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Axel Jaeger Wolff Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding Character Portrait: Jeremy Donovan

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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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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Axel Jaeger Wolff Character Portrait: Josephine Beckett Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding

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Lassiter couldn’t roll his eyes even harder even if he tried. He inevitably contained such an action until after the Police Captain turned his back and made his way away from the crime scene. “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.” He grumbled under his breath, “asshat.” Even though Detective Harding’s personality was that of a wet towel that had soured in days of heat- Lassiter decided to use the other’s temper tantrum as means to get a text message out to Axel.

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


Lassiter wasn’t the good werewolf- that was Sam- but he was loyal to his pack especially in regards to their survival. So he tucked away his cellphone, stuffed the gloves into a biohazard bag, and pulled out the ‘Official Documentation Clipboard’. He glanced up for a moment and caught Jo being cornered by a fellow who looked somewhat-vaguely- familiar. “I wonder if he has the appropriate amount of scars.” The werewolf nearly hissed beyond an inaudible sass before he returned to filling out his paperwork. He didn’t have a name for the woman, but then again- who would be so quick to claim such a pulverized piece of meat that at one time probably was a woman?



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“What did they say about curiosity?” Alarick questioned somewhat off-handedly. “Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. Nothing wrong with being a bit nosey- you are a Librarian it does come with the turf. The pursuit of knowledge no matter the cost- or in this case- the abuse of shoes in the muddy woods.” He offered his own smudged trainers as proof, and frowned at the thought of abusing the apartment complex’s washer for quite some time. Yet that didn’t deter him from his thoughts, and inevitably he brought his attention back to the woman with a sincere smile splashed upon his face. “Pleasure to meet you Jo- I wonder why the fellow at the diner didn’t think I needed to know.” He hinted heavily at their waiter being overly protective of her identity. Honestly Alarick didn’t think she was lying to him now, because he could find it out easily enough- small town and all that. Either way he was about to ask her the simple sort of questions about this and that before she trailed off that she needed to call Maude and check in with her. Now did he believe that? Not really, but he wasn’t going to investigate that notion any further for fear of eluding too heavily that he was far too curious for his own good. “Tell her her glasses are on her head- if she is looking for them that is.”

Alarick took this reprieve from Jo to take a better look at the body. ‘Shit Nika- no wonder Sebastian was overly worried. I need to get to him’. Of course when he turned from the body he found Jo standing before him once again, and he ran a hand briskly through his stylishly-mussed dark hair. “Not really- I guess I saw her around once or twice, but I didn’t know her that well.” He paused, “I’m actually here for my cellphone- like I mentioned earlier- I think Sebastian nabbed it by accident. Actually let me go grab that now.” With that he offered a somewhat playful bow. “Pleasure to meet you Miss Jo- I hope we shall see each other again soon.” Alarick didn’t lollygag too much after that in hunting down Sebastian and inevitably having a very conspicuous powwow. He saw Sebastian begin to make his way back towards Nika’s corpse and he lifted his hand to flag him down. “Hey buddy- um- do you happen to have grabbed my cellphone?” Those eyes bored into him as he tried to make it evident that was his cover excuse for following the other so soon after they had had breakfast.

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Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding Character Portrait: Jeremy Donovan

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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: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Ariana Kaye Character Portrait: Jeremy Donovan

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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: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Sara YasmineJay Character Portrait: Livius Vibi Character Portrait: Derek Hale Character Portrait: Benny Lafitte Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Ariana Kaye Character Portrait: Demetria Hawke Character Portrait: Leighton Harding Character Portrait: Jeremy Donovan

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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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Character Portrait: ALARICK MORGENSTERN Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Lassiter Declan Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding Character Portrait: Leighton Harding Character Portrait: Jeremy Donovan

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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?"